Australians are the canaries laying at the bottom of the birdcage with all their little green and gold feathers gathering on the floor.
The rest of the world isn’t quite sure what to do about our swift death. There are no obvious signs of injury. No pools of blood or scratches on the bars.
Most expected Australia’s legacy of bravery would ensure tyranny met a vicious battle, as Churchill famously said, in every street and on every beach.
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