By Andrew Bolt ~
Sydney’s tent city is a monument to the weakness of our political leadership, not least in defending the virtues of self-reliance and responsibility from the hand-out claims of the wilfully aggrieved.
Here’s a pen picture of that dystopia, which includes a trade union choir singing hymns to the shiftless and resentful:
If the makeshift library and working piano were not enough to convince a person the Martin Place tent city isn’t an average encampment for the homeless, they might have come to the conclusion while taking part in a mid-evening yoga lesson.
Certainly, that was the moment — while failing to touch my toes — that it all became clear. No one knew yoga teacher Jasmine Oh and accomplice Mike Allwright would be swanning in from Sydney’s northern beaches but they had mats and a pressing urge to just do something, you know?
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