Last weekend in Canberra a murder took place. It was no ordinary killing. In fact, it involved a horribly painful but decisive act of self-mutilation. At some point in the cool, wee hours of Sunday, as the kookaburras laughed in the early morning light, Tony Abbott took the fateful decision to commit the heinous crime with skill, precision and utter ruthlessness.
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