What a fantastic year it has been! It should go down among the national annals as among Australia's favorites...and it is only half over! A Bradman test series. Dawn Fraser winning gold. The 1958 AFL Grand Final...
Wonderful memories, all.
But think 2011 and what pops up are our own hacker heroes.
Not only have our collective loins begat a nerdy front page news maker like Julian Assange, but our own first family, the Murdochs, have shared their true blue spermatozoan so generously in the person of Rupert.
Niether may be thong and stubbies types but we're a multicultural country now and in today's Australia, homegrown 'Tall Poppies' are just as likely to be wearing suits as Speedoes and a tan.
Our very own are front page news world wide -- even if, under Rupert, we vicariously get to own so many of those front pages -- talking the way we like to hear it.
Strine. Wonderful she'll-be-apples Strine.
Fan-bloody-tastick!
Aussies in suits making it big.(I'm sure Julian may have a few tips for Rupert on what he should wear to court when the time comes.)
In true blue Ned Kelly mode these blokes are making their public mark on the wrong side of the law. Not until it gets illegal do we Australians come into our own. All those transported convicts must still be looking after us despite becoming a ticket of leave country.
Chickens come home to roost I guess.
Ask Rupert, we do our best work outside the law, making it up as we go.
