In a post-election dystopia, veteran Kerry O'Brien hunts NXT-16 crossbenchers

[taavi]

MARGINAL RUNNERI was eating Pho at the Hong Hau Vietnamese Restaurant in Kingston when Antony Green tapped me on the shoulder. “O’Brien. Malcolm.” he stated, gesturing to the waiting Comcar. As we rode the government’s public-private very fast bullet train from Canberra to Point Piper, Antony folded a how-to-vote card into an origami fox. I kept

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[anonymous]

Loved it!

[tcpip]

Delicious work.

A while between posts, eh?

[taavi]

Well, FB isn't a good forum for long posts.

[tcpip]

Not usually no. BTW, happy birthday :)