Shakespeare explains it well: “Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.”
I was prompted to start writing about politics when the spectre of the highly inadequate Tony Abbott as Prime Minister was first being seriously considered.
Having known Tony at university, it was completely unfathomable to me. We had always dismissed him as an inconsequential bovver boy, an overconfident loudmouth who spouted his indoctrinated views, a young man with anachronistic opinions and an overinflated sense of his own ability – a ‘second-grade footballer, third-rate academic and fourth-class politician.’
When the unthinkable happened, it didn’t take the country, or his own party, long to realise they had given the job to a man who wasn’t up to it, and Tony was disempowered. The people of Warringah then completed the disengagement.
Sadly, for all his high and mighty words, both before and after, Malcolm Turnbull turned out to be a Fizza, unable to lead a party that always viewed him with suspicion.
Source: Taking out the trash – » The Australian Independent Media Network
Australia’s recycling crisis is rooted in an addiction to cheap trash.
Like much of the developed world, we are hooked on dumping our rubbish in China.
For a while, it worked. China’s enormous factories were hungry for our waste paper and plastic and rubber, which they could recycle and sell back to us at a much higher price.
But China has now slammed the door shut on yang laji – “foreign garbage” – and Australia looks set to pay the price for years of complacency.
via Addicted to cheap trash: the roots of our recycling crisis
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