To the editor:
Dear Sir or Madam,
Tony Abbott is now bleating about forgotten families. They're not forgotten, Mr Abbott, at least not by me.
My modest rented house is overshadowed on both sides by their neo-faux-classical-European McMansions -- you know, the sort of garbage that passes for Australian domestic architecture these days.
And every time I venture on the roads, they insist on throwing their hulking great lard-arsed Surburban assaUlt Vehicles at me as they ferry their offspring to and from luxurious Halls of (L)Earning.
My heart bleeds not.