It’s going to be an Olympic year for cartoonists with a federal election coming up, and hopefully Tony Abbott will last long enough as Opposition leader to contest it, because if there is a god, Tony is His gift to political cartoonists. Thanks god.
The Mercury 2/1/10
…and just some food for thought if you’re tempted to make some New Years’ resolutions. I’m on a break for the next week, so if you’ve got something really urgent that you need to contact me about right away, you’ve probably got the wrong person.
The boat people question is not, in fact, as complicated as everyone is making out. It boils down to the simple question: “How unpleasant a pack of arseholes do we want to be?”
Acting like a complete pack of arseholes will undoubtedly deter people from wanting to come here, the downside being, of course, that we will be a big pack of stinky arseholes. Not that tricky to work out, you decide.
The future of journalism is a bit like climate change. Nobody’s quite sure exactly what’s going to happen, or when, but it’s probably not going to be good. We all know things have to change but we also know that nobody’s really going to do anything until they really really have to, which will in all likelihood be either too late or a lot more unpleasant than it really needed to be. Bugger.
Well, I do hope the wishful thinkers are right and everything’s going to be just ticketyboo, because after finally managing to get one of the relatively comfy chairs on the big stinky diesel-powered mainstream media bus, the engine’s started making funny noises and everyone’s muttering about buying a Prius. Bugger.
I went to the MEAA’s Future Of Journalism conference last week where my suspicion that Nobody Knows Anything was reconfirmed. Bugger.
On the bright side, Mark Scott from the ABC reckons he’s cracked the code for making a quid on the interwebs, which is to make everything free and get the ATO to sort it out. Well he would say that, wouldn’t he? Bugger.
While I totally agree that the news should be free, I feel the same way about mortgages, food and electricity, but I don’t think the banks, supermarkets or power company agree (bugger bugger bugger) and unless there’s a bit of quality control, the future of journalism is going to be a lot of people swearing at each other for nix, totally stuffing the market for cartoonists, who get paid to be rude. Bugger
It was quite nostalgic dragging out the old Phil Ruddock cadaver, I mean caricature yesterday. Sadly for Phil, the days of mass hysteria over boat people are, like inarticulate US presidents, gone. Let’s hope so, anyway.