Clowns and their clown cars
Two excellent pieces of writing about disappointing dudes who could have been so much more, and one repellent demon overshadowing both.

The brilliant-as-always Grace Tame on why Anthony Albanese has been a goddamn disappointment as Prime Minister, even if Peter Dutton is an objectively evil alternative, and how Rupert Murdoch is the most evil of all:
In the past two days, there’s been more outrage over my silly t-shirt than this genuinely outrageous reality, or the fact that on January 26, footage of young boys referring to Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders as “slaves” and “n*****s” flooded the internet. Australia’s mainstream media machine has once again proven itself to be a vacuous, hypocritical, self-serving vortex of exponential waste, ironically ensuring that my point was made over and over and over again. The imperialist hegemony is more afraid of equity, justice, truth, peace and a sense of humour than it is of the world literally burning.
I've also been saying this about Australia for nearly two decades but maybe if it comes from a "real" Australian, the lesson will be internalised:
It’s also revealed that while Australia casts itself as a laidback larrikin, game for a laugh, it is in fact a cowardly cop bought by the illusion of civility politics.
This is also how you can tell these people aren't genuinely serious; for all the whining about decorum and civility, the nastiest, biggest bully in history just got re-elected to be President; an odious individual of a magnitude that has him brazenly mocking those with disabilities, attacking the appearance of women who have criticised him (or accused him of assault), and called wounded veterans losers.
Maybe Albanese should be concerned with more than a swear word on a t-shirt, but I appreciate that the US exports its shitty politics as well as its shitty reality television.
Also, this great, scathing critique of everyone's favourite emerald Nazi:
Elon Musk could have redefined transportation, reshaped cities, and written the future. Instead, he chose to be a 4Chan-guzzling reply guy with a failing car company, hemorrhaging value while screeching about pronouns. While he sets fire to his credibility, his competitors are engineering the products he was too busy shitposting to build. And so, the final chapter of Tesla isn't about innovation. It's about the hubris of a white supremacist who thinks he rules the world. The brand that once promised to save the planet is now a study in how fast one ketamine-addled man-child can drive a company off a cliff.
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