Son’s cruel words for a mum knocked about by life
She sued her son over the lyrics in Cleanin’ Out My Closet, but you get the feeling it was a cry for his attention.
She sued her son over the lyrics in Cleanin’ Out My Closet, but you get the feeling it was a cry for his attention.
The mob had been primed. The Opera House riot was inevitable. And what happened there was a green light for pro-Palestinian protesters everywhere.
Russian soldier’s relative lashes out at dead general: ‘This is your punishment, scum … God heard our tears and prayers.’
Like their friends the Kennedys, the relatives of Martin Luther King Jr seemed to be foredoomed. The Kennedys’ tale is well known; the Kings’ less so.
The billionaire owner of Trump Tower has ended almost every election campaign rally by pumping his fists to the Village People’s YMCA.
That slogan ‘from the river to the sea’ is not about real estate. For Palestine and Hamas it is, and was always, what they see as the noble cause of ridding us of Jews. Hitler failed. They and their successors don’t plan to.
Royal menus have always been indulgent, each capturing a moment in time.
Truman Capote got what he wanted, and it killed him.
The Easey Street murders lodged in the minds of those who lived in Melbourne then at the same level as Adelaide’s missing Beaumont children. That same day, I started my newspaper career.
Melbourne University had Frank Macfarlane Burnet, Gustav Nossal and David Penington – but humble George Berci changed many more lives.
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