This is a place where, when the remains of a fallen soldier are accidentally switched with those of a Bosnian, the enraged widow picks up the phone late at night, calls the prime minister at home in bed and delivers a furious unedited rant — which he publicly and graciously accepts as fully deserved.
Krauthammer rightly points out an American would have sued, which just ain't manly. I picture Australia as America without the lawyers or the averdupois. (Curtsy: ninme)
Which would be paradise except for the sea wasp, which figured prominently in the meditation on hell during my most recent Spiritual Exercises.
