Red kangaroo

There's a bit of a bludger in all of us.

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When I'm snoozing away the heat of the early arvo in the shade of a jarrah tree, I'm not about to tell myself I should be getting stuck into a lot of hard yakka. What I can't stand is a bludger of the mind: someone who's completely wrong but too bloody idle to think about it.

Monday

Mental bludgers thrive on contradictions without ever being aware of them. They praise my athletic ability — who could blame them? — and at the same time they write me off as a primitive mammal. But get this: we didn’t evolve the most sophisticated leaping equipment in all creation by failing to keep pace with those self-applauding bastard placental mammals.

Tuesday