I did my usual trip down to pick up Ms Redhead and go to our local IGA and grab everything that we didn't know we needed. You know that shopping trip: When you don't need anything but suddenly you find yourself with a trolley full of stuff that was on special and quite

Irresistible 

That feeling when you just have to have it, no matter what. That naughty wicked slice of cake or ice cream in Redhead's case. Or mine, the anchovy paste or personal decadent slice of tomato. But what I have found over this year is not so much what I find irresistible, but more what our Governments have decided we cannot resist but they will resist on our behalf.

The former Prime Minister of Australia, Kevin Rudd, has been a busy boy lately. He has launched a petition calling for a royal commission into Rupert Murdoch's media empire ( which includes Sky News Australia ) after coming to the conclusion that News Corp was running a "protection racket" for the Coalition.

Now, we Aussies know that Sky is the home to Peta Credlin, Alan Jones, Rowan Dean, Mark Latham. Chris Kenny and Paul Murray. Not to mention one of my favourites, Gary Hardgraves. We also enjoy the insight of James Morrow, Rita Panahi and guests including the delightful Bronwyn Bishop ( who should have been our first Lady Prime Minister ) the magnificent Advance Australia  representative Liz Storer and dear John Ruddick. 

What a pack of bastards the left think these people are. Yet, to people like me, they are the link to sanity in my insane world that is Australia in the dystopian Mad Max World that is 2020. 

The colloquial Aussie-ism directed at men who lack ticker, who are seen as weak, in leadership or intestinal fortitude, is one that I have never liked is that ‘he does not have the balls’. Yet this expression wraps that vision in a nutshell.

As one like millions of Australians and those who now call this great country home, I have watched as an epidemic, greater than any mutation of a ‘flu virus, be it natural or generated in a Chinese laboratory , remain impotent and frustrated. That epidemic is not the attack on the physical senses, but the neurological ...it is F E A R!

It' s been a big year from all around the globe this year with more nominations than ever before in history. In a field of standout contenders internationally, the Australian Finalists for 2020 have been announced. It has been a hard decision due to the sheer volume of incredibly sh!t people we had to choose from. 

90 minutes of emotion against rational thought. Welcome to the Vice Presidential debate of 2020. And what a debate it was.

I sat watching the VP hopeful, Ms Kamala Harris grind her way through an hour and a  half of deflection and sobs; nasal emotional pleas for justice and a fly buzzing around while a dog barked and a camel pissed itself.

Meanwhile, Vice President Mike Pence sat calmly like an indulgent yet powerful parent whilst the little kiddie choked back sobs with " heartfelt and intense emotion " and Daddy shook his head and said " No. " 

Seriously, is this what we have come to? Reality TV where some disadvantaged brown woman croaks out pleas for social justice whilst a white Christian male sits back and endures her lies?