Feral politicsThe May Day marches and demonstrations have come and gone, like the summer blowflies which used to torment Melburnians. One can just remember them – but only just. Still, it can be too easy to knock our demonstrators. At least these demonstrators don’t, as a rule, hang around pokies, sit in serried ranks howling in unison on behalf of some rootless cosmopolitan tycoons we call our sportsmen, or burn up their tyres drag-racing. So, they deserve brownie points for all that. But rath…
