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... s could be conquered. It’s like being told God was assassinated by a back-alley thug, or that Jesus never rose from the dead. Whether it’s the silk-draped, hollow politicians of the Federal Parliament, the stinking-wig-wearing justices of the High Court, or the double-tongued ministers of the Cabinet, all of them are panicking like headless chickens, screaming: Where’s my damn carriage? Pick up my 20 mistresses! Don’t forget the diapers—I’m out of here!]
While Mike Liberty, editor at the ...
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