With apologies to WB Yeats and Joan Didion, the lost, snookered souls of the Australian electorate are now slouching, not with intent like Yeats’ beast, towards Bethlehem, but rather we are slouching, disoriented, disgruntled, unmoored and clueless about where next to place our votes. For us, things have, indeed, fallen apart.
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