Russian rouletteThe hacking and gouging going on inside and outside the Australian Democrat Cordiality Club are turning out to be like Mel Brooks’ ideas on how to stage the last scenes from Hamlet and the Ice Queen. Poisoned pricks, people swallowing the drink meant for someone else, rubber daggers, tomato sauce all over the stage, and the ghost of someone looking remarkably like Don Chipp stumbling in and out, croaking, “Beware of damned spot. She makes a mess wherever she goes.” Then, clanking…
