Suddenly squeaky clean Kevin is a bit on the nose
WE NEED to talk about Kevin, writes Annabel Crabb.
The Brits have copped an earful of our Kev already
Until Friday morning, I had never heard of Kevin Rudd. I might have allowed my eyes to graze his name from time to time in the columns of our foreign news pages. But on each of these occasions its first syllable will have faded from memory before the last syllable hit the eye, writes Sam Leith.
Middle age a lust cause for women hit by desire
The woman's midlife crisis, although sometimes similarly sexually
determined, is different to a man's, writes Gabrielle Carey.
Dead treaty, but Labor's flogging it
It was hilarious seeing Kevin Rudd give a press conference on renewable energy at a Townsville school, when the wind and solar batteries failed and plunged the room into darkness, writes Miranda Devine.
No divided loyalty in this sporting life
At the end of the day: I HOLD two passports - one
Australian, the other for Red Sox Nation. Over the past 20 years,
this second passport has given me membership of a nation defined by
pain, frustration, endurance, stoicism and a sense of accursedness,
writes Paul Sheehan.
Medicare becoming a luxury we cannot afford
Medicare is becoming an anachronism. The "free and universal" taxpayer-funded health systems of the 20th century were created in an age when medicine was rudimentary and inexpensive, writes Jeremy Sammut.
Labor's policy leaves questions unanswered
FOI Blog: FIVE PM on Friday is beer o'clock, a favoured hour
for politicians to make announcements they don't want the media to
focus on. So why did the Labor Party pick that moment to release
its long-awaited freedom of information policy?, writes Matthew
Moore.
A study in sympathy: make the most of it while it lasts
Heckler: THE day I dread more than any other is almost upon me. Armageddon? Almost. I'm about to finish my HSC, writes Hannah Ryan.
