qanda rage

I really shouldn't watch Q&A. (Especially while trying to simultaneously learn how the hand works. The hand does a lot of stuff folks. Yes indeedy. Like typing these words for instance. That uses the typus digiti erroneii muscle.)

Yet again I am left filled with rage. Tonight was even worse than last week because the audience and panel were stacked with people who only seemed to be capable of processing one idea at a time.

Debt? "That's bad!"
Education? "We want more!"
Teaching? "I can't spell!"
Utegate? "I ate my hat!"

Poor old Julia Gillard battled away trying to explain the concept of tradeoffs, being that if you have one thing, it stops you having something else. And the notion that if something is better than it used to be, that might be a good thing rather than a failure to achieve utter perfection.

Meanwhile Malcolm Turnbull tut-tuts his way along, accusing Julia of being out of touch. Because you know that Malcolm spends a lot of time down at the youth centres, don't you? Don't you?? He's such a sniping, patronising opportunist. And the Young Liberals (and, to be fair, young lefties too) all sit there whining about how old people ignore them despite their manifest genius while coming up with nothing but inane speeches parading their own feeble resumes.

Tony Jones - you've got to whip it into shape! Shape it up, get straight! Go forward, move ahead! Try to detect it! It's not too late to whip it - whip it good!