Only another six more nights until the dawn of polling day. A preternatural calm has descended on my house as we wait to see if Australia decides that enough is enough and gives Howard the boot. It almost feels like being in the eye of the storm.
If we could only convince the pollies to head for their backyard storm shelters now, so that this endless drone of campaign nonsense can cease - white hat good, black hat bad, baa baa baa.
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