Just as busy as when last I issued an hiatus alert, only now I have to mow grass, too. Just dropped in to let you know my Melbourne Cup trifecta ticket might well have Distinctly Secret, Makybe Diva, Mummify and Zagalia typed on it; that Washington needs urgently to get a clue in the Middle East (a self-styled medieval crusader for a general, Turkish troops on Arab soil and no Shi-ite formation left in Iraq on which US soldiers have not fired); and that the season's first Eastern Long-Necked Turtles and Echidnas are out and about. See you in about a week.
VALE JIM CAIRNS
Jim Cairns made economics sound interesting and politics sound worthwhile. How Labor could've done with a Jim Cairns over this last wasted year!
He knew a murderous war of aggression when he saw one. And he knew more about economics - and what it's for- than the stuffed suits that command the teetering heights nowadays. The fact that the Right still so volubly loathe him after thirty years says volumes for the man.
For mine, he made little mistakes the times made big. If the obituaries focus on those, well, it'll be a sign of times sadder still.
I remember guts, commitment, imagination, erudition, warmth and intelligence such as I can't remember remembering since.