abigserve posted:

yeah the thing is the restrictions are easing. It's not like it's ALL IN BABY WOOP WOOP OPEN UP

although in saying that a disappointing amount of people who absolutely do not need to be there are going back into the office

screaden posted:

Is there a layman's writeup about why bringing the deficit "back to black" is misunderstood/doesn't work/isn't needed? From an economical standpoint I don't understand it.

quote:

"The proven path for paying back debt is not through higher taxes"

Doctor Spaceman posted:

https://twitter.com/TomMcIlroy/status/1260089413935132674?s=20

LIVE AMMO COSPLAY posted:

Imagine constantly talking about lifting restrictions when you can't even keep your elected officials from catching it.

Doctor Spaceman posted:

https://twitter.com/TomMcIlroy/status/1260089413935132674?s=20

LIVE AMMO COSPLAY posted:

Cool, when he had his coughing fit in front of everyone did he bother to try and cover his mouth properly?

JBP posted:

Many posters itt would fare very well in the Philippines.

The Peccadillo posted:

What happened in the Philippines?

JBP posted:

Many posters itt would fare very well in the Philippines.

JBP posted:

Many posters itt would fare very well in the Philippines.

LIVE AMMO COSPLAY posted:

Cool, when he had his coughing fit in front of everyone did he bother to try and cover his mouth properly?

quote:

"The contractor's role was static in nature, had no access to other areas of the hotel and had minimal contact with hotel employees and guests of the hotel," the spokesperson said.

Whitlam posted:

https://mobile.twitter.com/Greens4DL/status/1260150944278278146

Cartoon posted:

Probably the biggest and most 'responsible' thing our government could would be to cap the amount that can be deducted for managing tax affairs.

JBP posted:

Might as well just stay poo poo

quote:

While campaigning down the street one day, Anthony Albanese falls over and dies a natural death. His soul arrives in heaven and he is met by St Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to Heaven," says St Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there's a problem: We seldom see Labor crooks around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer." says Albo.
"I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from the Man Himself: He says you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity."
"But, I've already made up my mind; I want to be in Heaven."
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course guarded by union thugs; the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the temperature a perfect 22 degrees. In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse. And standing in front of are Bob Hawke, Paul Keating and thousands of other Labor leaders who had helped him out over the years... Bill Shorten, Kevin Rudd, Penny Wong, Julia Gillard, Annastacia Palaszczuk, Daniel Andrews, Kristina Keneally, Tanya Plibersek, Craig Thomson, Chris Bowen, Wayne Swan.... The whole of the "Left" was there... every shonky Labor crook he knew, laughing... happy... casually but expensively dressed. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at expense of the "suckers and peasants" that keep voting for them.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. The Devil himself comes up to Albo with a frosty drink,
"Have a Margarita and relax, Albo!"
"Uh, I can't drink anymore, I took a pledge to the people of Australia," says Albo, dejectedly.
"This is Hell, son: you can drink, lie and cheat like you did when you were alive, and it just gets better from there!"
Albo takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly guy who tells stupid jokes and mixes sick beats...kind of like a uni DJ with real horns. They are having such a great time that, before he realises it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Albo steps on the elevator and heads upward.
When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and St Peter is waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening the gate. So for 24 hours Albo is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than power or how to shaft people; everyone was just treating each other decently. Not a nasty prank among them; no crooks or liars or cheats; no fancy country clubs or union hobnobs and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all everyday people, he doesn't see anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated like someone special! Worst of all, to Albo, Jesus turns out to be some kind of Jewish hippie with his endless 'peace' and 'love your enemies' jive.
"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself, "Bill Shorten never prepared me for this!"
The day done, St Peter returns and says, "Well, then, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for eternity."
With suspenseful music playing softly in the background, Albo reflects for a minute, then answers, "Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been nice and all -- but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends."
So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial waste. He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime.
The Devil comes over to Albo and puts an arm around his shoulder.
"I don't understand," stammers a shocked Albo, "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a clubhouse and we ate lobster and caviar... drank booze. We mucked around and we mixed dope beats. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"
The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly, and purrs, "Yesterday Labor was campaigning; today you voted for us."

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Sulla Faex posted:

labor are p. bad tho, and while they're effectively dead, their shambolic corpse manages to help keep australia from any effective semi-socialist party.

JBP posted:

Putting this kind of wild, wild speculation out as a factual representation of would happen is completely ludicrous. If anything you'd have the liberals leading without need for a nats coalition.

Sulla Faex posted:

where are you getting the "facts" part from

JBP posted:

Like why are Labor stopping the semi socialists from establishing this incredible and effective party now lol

JBP posted:

Like why are Labor stopping the semi socialists from establishing this incredible and effective party now lol

JBP posted:

You didn't present speculation. You matter-of-factly presented your opinion as the truth; that Labor prevents semi socialist parties by virtue of existing.

Wild stuff.