WE ARE ALL ADELAIDEANS NOW
Reader Michael D. devises an ingenious method of composing your Adelaide name:
Perhaps it could be the street your birth hospital is located in, the name of your first high school English teacher, plus the name of the cigarettes your grandfather smoked in the 1950s. Put them together and you have an Adelaide name. Mine is Haldon Wright-Players.
Heated holy rollers are making the children cry
Thousands of Australian schoolchildren still suffer climate trauma thanks to doomy teachers, academics, politicians and the media, yet none of their apocalyptic predictions ever come true, and worse still, they never apologised, writes Tim Blair.
McDonald Trump has his foes in panic mode
Serving fries at McDonald’s and poking fun at Kamala Harris’s claims to have worked there is just one of the many ways Donald Trump continues to connect with regular people and defy his delusional critics, writes Tim Blair.
Friday Noticeboard
Today’s noticeboard is brought to you by a daring public experiment. In Sydney this week, intrepid social engineers attempted to discover what happens when you combine feminism, comedy and an audience of sad wokens.
Surely No Such Damning Evidence Exists
To those who describe incoming governor-general Sam Mostyn as a lifelong activist hack whose unimpressive record can’t help but cheapen her office, I say: show me the proof.
Wednesday Noticeboard
Today’s noticeboard is brought to you by J.K. Rowling’s finest literary achievement.
Chris “Two Jets” Bowen and his Flights of Fancy
British Labour had John “Two Jags” Prescott. Australian Labor can beat him by an order of magnitude. They’ve got Chris “Two Jets” Bowen.