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What would an interpreter have made of Scott Morrison at the National Press Club?
What would an interpreter have made of Scott Morrison at the National Press Club?
Scott Morrison has been in a free-flowing mood these past few days — not least on Kerryn Phelps’s bill on offshore processing.
When it comes to making democratic involvement sound like a jolly holiday, Unions ACT has got it covered.
One person on the receiving end of Clive Palmer’s spam deluge is Rhiannon Keyte, who decided enough was enough.
George Christensen’s website is still exhorting us to ‘Help secure water for Townsville’.
A semi-naked Tony Abbott has appeared in front of a row of Portaloos pleading for proper dunnies at his local surf club.
As Kenneth Hayne sat next to him, one of the questions that floated to mind was: What had Josh Frydenberg done to deserve this?
PM hails a worthy Trojan whose passion knows no bounds.
Bill Shorten’s encounters with food are thrilling because you can never be sure who’s going to come out of it best.
Scott Morrison got in a question about the local federal member nice and early: ‘How good is Trevor Evans?’
We’re sure it was just the joy of music that put a smile on Tanya Plibersek’s face rather than the doomsday clock thumping away.
Scott Morrison insists this frontbencher cleanout is not the relentless ticking from the Doomsday Clock getting cranked up.
Alexander Downer did it with fishnets, Julie Bishop with red heels, but Joe Hockey took a while to make his fashion statement.
Once in a while there’s a flicker of fight in the Coalition. Yesterday Scott Morrison flared his nostrils and got stuck in.
Scott Morrison has joined the list of politicians who have gotten into a muddle over Australian history.
And so Prime Minister Scott Morrison went to the tennis, got booed and opted to take it in his stride.
The lot of the political transcriber seems like it should be a straightforward one. But it’s not always the case.
An unsolicited potical text message takes a few liberties.
The Queensland Labor Party couldn’t contain its excitement yesterday. Bill Shorten is to hit the highway again.
Rob Oakeshott kept his announcement about a parliamentary run alarmingly brief.
As a video game version of himself stomped on Bill Shorten shaped cockroaches, Clive Palmer wanted to make one thing clear.
Deputy Prime Minister Michael McCormack rocked up in the Presley-crazed NSW town of Parkes and went native.
Bob Katter refuses to let Pauline Hanson take care of the cane toads.
This week Scott Morrison found himself explaining why he’d wound up in an official family portrait with two left feet.
As a man who knows his way around a tennis racquet, Treasurer Josh Frydenberg sounded right at home as a guest commentator.
Contemplate this … if Malcolm Roberts hadn’t been kicked out of parliament, we wouldn’t have Fraser Anning.
Territorial expansion by a politician is hardly new. Fraser Anning’s St Kilda sojourn surely fits into this tradition.
Craig Laundy gently touches on the carnage of the past 12 months.
There must be moments Michael McCormack looks back on the census debacle and gets wistful about what a breeze that was.
When you get the Wholly Roamin’ Emperor this close to Christmas, you expect a bit in the miracle department.
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