By 9pm Sunday night Istanbul time, the most boring question of last night’s Turkish election – who would win – had been answered, with the ruling AKP party romping it in with 48.5% of the vote, while the most interesting question – would they get the magic two-thirds majority in the 550 seat parliament – remains unanswered.
With the public singularly failing to be terrified by the very sporadic terror attacks – in western cities at least – sections of the Right have been forced to do all the work of being terrified for all of us, writes Guy Rundle.
While America’s role in Iraq is being fiercely debated, facts on the ground are making it increasingly irrelevant with the situation in northern Iraq rapidly becoming a purely regional question.
Sydney's Lord Mayor, Clover Moore, is urging Sydneysiders to prepare a "Go Bag" -- packed with maps, running shoes, energy bars and even sticky-tape -- so they can be ready for any disaster that may strike the city. What's your bag? asks Guy Rundle.
Blond and bunterish, Boris Johnson is the quintessentially British politician, who can’t decide whether he’s in statesmanship or panto. Though he has a pretty sharp intelligence, Johnson's career is the epitome of failure upwards, writes Guy Rundle.
When the science fails, anti-global warming irrationalists resort to meta-arguments. And that’s where the thinking gets really bad.
She is acknowledged to be someone we must all bow down to, living at a level above us all, associating only with a small coterie of inbred sybarites – I speak of course of photographer Annie Leibowitz, most recently the author of a portrait of the Queen, writes Guy Rundle.
New British PM Gordon Brown has issued a cautionary tale to justify his decision to nix plans for a super casino. He's cited one fine city whose culture and law and order has been devastated by open slather gambling. The city in question? Melbourne, reports Guy Rundle.
With every doctor in the west named Patel or Habib now facing the prospect that their patients will be staring carefully at their white coats, checking for the outlines of a bomb-jacket, much bewilderment has been expressed at the juxtaposition of the healing profession and the delivery of death.
The worse things get for the Coalition of the Willing in the not-so-new Middle-East, the more its most vociferous Australian supporters seem to be subjected to bouts of magical thinking, whereby merely saying will make it so, writes Guy Rundle.