Another one exits through Canberra's revolving door.

When will it fucking stop? After two leadership spills in just a week, yesterday Malcolm Turnbull resigned as Australia's PM, with Scott Mor(ris)on winning the ballot to succeed him. That now makes it five prime ministers we've had in a decade! Six if you count Kevin Rudd twice! (Although I don't.) Morrison, the former Treasurer (and ScoMo, as he's affectionately (?) known) may have just inherited the anchor of a sinking ship - and I don't just mean his own party or their government.

Scott Morrison in his quite unfortunate Wikipedia photo.

I wish him good luck, sincerely. As Treasurer I doubted he could deliver a fucking newspaper, never mind a surplus. This last Liberal Party leadership ballot came down to him, Peter Dutton, a man whose stint as Immigration Minister became like a roll-call of judgment gaffes and human rights violations (and whose head resembles an unwashed potato), and Julie Bishop, best known for her death stare. I was actually backing Bishop, who I've always found quite aloof but who's nonetheless more in-touch and hard-working than Dutton and Morrison combined. 

Another key player in this running gag's reoccurrence this week was Mattias Cormann.

A Belgian immigrant to Oz, I wouldn't be surprised if one of Cormann's grandparents participated in Belgium's invasion of the Congo. And I would say he should return to Belgium, but that'd really just be moving the problem elsewhere.

This on-going trend of Australia's prime ministers being overthrown from within almost - almost - makes me actually miss John Howard, who was PM for what I still consider 11 dreadful years. If it continues, I'll be waiting for the Greens (Australia's environmentalism party, obviously, for you non-Aussie readers) to cut a tree down, make it into a doorstop and try to jam the revolving leadership door once and for all. That would increase one problem but at least help another.