If you felt a sense of disillusionment with the world yesterday, if the star by which you navigate home disappeared from the sky, if sweet fruit turned to ash in your mouth and you wondered if anything would ever be beautiful again, you were not alone. The sudden resignation of David Littleproud as leader of the Nationals has left our country rudderless. Dogs howled in the street. Bridges crumbled into the sea. Priests threw their vestments to the ground, mounted their Harleys and rode off in search of a new life. All was lost.
But from our darkest hour, comes our brightest dawn. After minutes of deliberation from the Nationals’ party room, black coal smoke rose from the chimney announcing the appointment of senator Matt Canavan to the nation’s fifth or sixth most important political leadership position, somewhere between Matildas captain and lamb ambassador.
