An acquaintance was walking his dog along the promenade at Sydney’s Manly beach one beautiful morning recently.
- Peter Hartcher
He describes the golden sun sparkling on the waves, the mild breeze, the grace of the surfers, the people strolling and jogging, enjoying the early calm under the soaring Norfolk pines.
He happened to pass one of the many park benches overlooking the ocean, where three older blokes sat contemplating the scene, pudgy hands clasped across substantial bellies.
“Yeah,” he overheard one of the sitters confirm to his companions, “this country’s f—ed.”
Australia is one of the…