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Davies creates a concerned and alarmed tone by informing the audience of the impacts on the Great Barrier Reef due to global warming. The combined use of emotive language such as "the death of coral reefs is a tragedy" and the imagery of "forests of brightly colored corals and the equally kaleidoscopic fish they harbor" helps the audience visually imagine a scene of the reef being destroyed, which evokes a sense of worry and apprehension to the issue. She has also incorporated research findings conducted by experts, "[They] didn't expect to see this level of destruction to the Great Barrier Reef for another 30 years,". This helps lend weight to Davies' argument and establishes her as a more credible source, reinforcing her concern of global warming.

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Reports that the Great Barrier Reef is dying come ever more frequently, ever more urgently. There is no mystery about the reason - it's global warming, caused by the fossil fuels we burn. If we stopped heating the oceans, parts of the great reef off Australia's north coast and other spectacular coral reefs around the world could still recover. The alternative is to weep at the loss of one of the most spectacular sights on earth, as the author of the latest report and his students did on examining charts of the damage.

The death of coral reefs is a tragedy on many levels. There is the sheer beauty of the forests of brightly colored corals and the equally kaleidoscopic fish they harbor, a panorama that attracts hundreds of thousands of visitors. There's their extraordinary variety and value: Coral reefs are found in shallow waters in only 0.2 percent of the oceans, yet they support a quarter of all marine life and provide protein for millions of people. Finally, there is the role of the coral reefs as the alarm system of the oceans: Highly sensitive to the temperature of water, the reefs can die from an increase of only two or three degrees Fahrenheit. The vast stretches of bleached coral speak to oceans in deep trouble.

Last year was particularly disastrous for the Great Barrier Reef. The periodic heating of the Pacific Ocean known as El Niño, combined with the continuing warming of the seas from climate change, caused mass bleaching along vast stretches of the 1,400-mile-long reef. In theory, the return of cooler waters could restore them, but that's not what's happening.

Researchers led by Prof. TerryHughes of James Cook University in Australia, the lead author of a report on the reef in the current issue of the journal Nature, were surprised at the extent of the damage. "We didn't expect to see this level of destruction to the Great Barrier Reef for another 30 years," he told The Times. In the north, he said, two-thirds of the reefs are dead. And Australian government efforts to curtail dredging and pollution were not helping. "The reefs in dirty water were just as fried as those in pristine water," he said.

To the scientists, there is no mystery as to what needs to be done. There never was. Decades ago they warned that with global warming, coral reefs would not be able to survive natural temperature spikes, like the one brought on by El Niño. Surveys of the Great Barrier Reef conducted by Professor Hughes from low-flying aircraft showed that extensive patches of reef may be beyond saving. These are the surveys that brought him and his students to tears.

There is really only one way to save coral reefs, and by extension the oceans and the world, and that is to fight climate change. At this juncture, that means defending the 2015 Paris agreement to limit the increase in global temperatures. The Obama administration played a major role in fashioning the agreement, which 194 countries have signed. Backsliding now would guarantee more bleached reefs, and worse.

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Reports that the Great Barrier Reef is dying come ever more frequently, ever more urgently. There is no mystery about the reason - it's global warming, caused by the fossil fuels we burn. If we stopped heating the oceans, parts of the great reef off Australia's north coast and other spectacular coral reefs around the world could still recover.

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Andrew P Street is preparing for an ugly fortnight of parliament.

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Alex Lavelle creates an unsatisfied tone in the role of women in a work place, as women and men cannot be equal due to unbalanced factors such as maternity leave. Lavelle also creates a shocked tone as he uses frightening statistics such as, 'on average women earn 18% less then men.'  With a critical tone, Lavelle aims to convince the audience that the only way to fix inequality is to call out the unfairness.

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International Women's Day: Inequality will stay unless we all act - each day

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Australians like to boast that our national ethos is the notion of a fair go, but it's clearly not when it comes to gender.

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Rita Panahi creates a lecturing tone by educating the audience into believing that no amount of protests can change the fact that Donald Trump is president. She uses phrases such as "hordes of like-minded malcontents" and "vacuousness of modern feminism that it was the 'plight' of privilege" as an over exaggeration to harangue leftists into changing their agendas and to appeal to people who believe her opinion to br right.

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Teen who braved the crocs for his crush almost made me choke up my spider

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Like everyone, when I first heard this story I thought him a massive idiot. But most of the coverage failed to mention that he jumped in not simply as a dare but, most crucially, to impress a girl.

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Verity Ryan has a forceful approach to getting the message across that our phones are actually not as private as we think. By backing up her evidence with statistical information, Ryan uses a concerning, and  passionate tone.

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Celebrities like Emma Watson not alone in experiencing smart phone hacks

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Enough people want to lust over photos of naked women - and even more so, famous ones - that with every click there will always be a risk.

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Alex Lavelle creates a reflective tone by using statistics showing the underreport of sexual offences at the beginning of the article. His use of adjectives such as ‘dreadful’ problem and ‘terrified’ victims strengthens the seriousness of this piece. His use of the ‘Amy’ anecdote is critical of the legal system, and it personalizes the issue. His use of ‘should be, must be’ shows his assertiveness.

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Change legal system to give rape victims justice

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There is a long-overdue need to make the court process far less intimidating for victims.

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David Mitchell creates a mocking tone in his opinion piece about Netflix's 'choose your own adventure' idea. His use of sarcasm and overexaggeration belittles the idea of being able to be in control. His use of critical personal opinion creates a sardonic tone to those who like the idea.

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The author John Birmingham created a sarcastic and humorous piece of writing when informing the readers on a recent story of a teen who had his arm bitten off by a crocodile whilst trying to impress a girl. Birmingham was amused as he

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Noah Zunde was just 22 months old when he was left in the back seat of his family car outside a childcare centre in Kyneton, Victoria for seven hours on February 19, 2015.

Noah's mother inadvertently believed she had dropped her son off at daycare, and only discovered his body when she realised he was not in the centre.

The 22-month-old was still strapped into his car seat when his mother found him. Paramedics attempted CPR for several minutes, but he could not be revived.

Now, his death is set to be at the centre of an inquiry by the Victorian coroner into the deaths of children who were unintentionally left in cars.

Noah's case is the first of two that Judge Sara Hunchey will examine, in an inquest which will begin on Wednesday.

The purpose of the inquest is to explore the physiological and cognitive role involved in someone leaving their child in a car, in an attempt to prevent similar tragedies from occurring.

Monash University associate professor in psychology Matthew Mundy is set to give evidence during the investigation into Noah's death, and believes the toddler's mother was "severely sleep deprived" at the time of the accident.
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Dr Mundy said evidence suggested her lack of sleep may have contributed to a memory failure that is sometimes called 'forgotten baby syndrome'.

Noah's mother only realised she had left her son in the car when she arrived at the childcare centre to pick him up, and was told he wasn't there.

"I am 100 per cent sure she believed she had dropped him off that morning," a childcare worker said.

At the time of the incident, police said Noah's mother was "devastated" at her mistake.

"As you can imagine the family of this young boy are devastated by what has occurred so it's been difficult for us to try and piece together exactly what has occurred," Homicide Squad Detective Senior Sergeant Shane O'Connell told the Herald Sun.

"The mother was present when the young boy was located and she's absolutely devastated by what has occurred. It's a very tragic set of circumstances," he said.

Noah's father posted a touching tribute to his young son on Twitter after his death.

"We lost our beautiful son today," Andrew Krespanis wrote on Twitter.

"I love him more every day. Forever. I'll always know I cherished every day. Every laugh, every adventure, every cuddle.

"Hug your children. Hug them and never let them go."

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His sleep-deprived mum thought she'd taken him to daycare. He was left to die in the car.

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Noah Zunde was just 22 months old when he was left in the back seat of his family car outside a childcare centre in Kyneton, Victoria for seven hours on February 19, 2015. Noah's mother inadvertently believed she had dropped her son off at daycare, and only discovered his body when she realised he was not in the centre.

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John Birmingham creates a sarcastic and comical tone by sharing the story of "life threatening stupidity" a young teen jumping into a "crocodile infested river" all to impress a girl. The auther shares a personal story to show the reader the sympathetic view that he has for this young teen.

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Teen who braved the crocs for his crush almost made me choke up my spider

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Like everyone, when I first heard this story I thought him a massive idiot. But most of the coverage failed to mention that he jumped in not simply as a dare but, most crucially, to impress a girl.

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Stuart Heritage mocks Australian Politicians who dab by creating an appalled tone throughout the article. His use of colloquial language and witty humor such as, "dump old crap" help advance his argument by denigrating Political leaders who dab.  Heritage also condemns the "dabbing act" and criticizes the idea of world leaders acting in such a childish way.

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I am a simple man of simple tastes. I don't want much from life. I'd like to remain healthy. I'd like to be happy. But, more than anything, I'd give everything I've got to never see another politician dab again as long as I live.

"But, Stu," some of you will be asking, what is dabbing, exactly?" The fact that you even asked this means that you are a good and true person of sensible persuasion, and that we can be friends. Dabbing - you sweet, beautiful, uninitiated fool - is a dance move where you simultaneously point diagonally above you with both arms while hiding your head in the crook of your elbow. Imagine if Usain Bolt, in the midst of celebrating another world record, suddenly clocked a spooky ghost that he wanted to hide from. In a nutshell, that is dabbing.

If you're a kid, and you dab, then you are forgiven. After all, this is a youthful dance move with roots in Atlanta's hip-hop scene and, besides, kids buy into any dumb old crap. Four years ago, the kids who are dabbing now would have been doing the Harlem Shake. Five years ago, they'd have been planking. Eleven years ago, they'd have been getting out of moving cars and dancing on the bonnet. Kids are essentially stupid, but it's OK because that's sort of what kids are for.

No, my beef is with grownups. My beef is with grownups who have something to gain from awkwardly adopting youth culture in the ill-advised belief that it will somehow leverage their credentials. Admittedly, dabbing doesn't mark the start of this - a decade ago, Gordon Brown managed to talk about Arctic Monkeys so clumsily that it made him sound like he was reading the phrase "Arctic Monkeys" written phonetically in Esperanto in miniature with mascara on a wet napkin - and yet something about this seems especially craven.

It was horribly out of place a year ago when Hillary Clinton - then plumbing the unknown depths of her "How do you do, fellow kids?" campaign strategy - kickstarted this ridiculous trend by dabbing on the Ellen DeGeneres show, with all the enthusiasm she'd later put into grimly solitary post-election woodland trudges.

But at least, for all her shall-we-do-the-Bartman-next insincerity, Clinton has the honour of being a dabbing pioneer. In a perfect world, all other figures of authority should have seen how humiliated Clinton looked to be forced to do this and sworn off dabbing for ever. And yet, 14 months later, it's still happening.

Less than a month ago, in the House of Commons, Tom Watson chose to congratulate Jeremy Corbyn on an impassioned pro-NHS speech by blundering into a dab of such dismal proportions that he ended up looking as if he was smelling his own armpits to see if he could get away with wearing his shirt for two days running. "Did I do a dab?" he coyly asked afterwards. The words, "Sorry if that makes me too much of a rebel for you, babe," lingered unsaid at the back of his throat.

Even Justin Trudeau has been dabbing. There's a photo of him from two an a half weeks ago, dabbing next to a policeman, who also happened to be dabbing. Justin Trudeau, for crying out loud. He's supposed to be the platonic leftwing ideal, the one bright spot in a world growing ever more depressing by the minute. And yet here he is, a millimetre away from biting his top lip and swinging his baseball cap around the wrong way like someone's dad chaperoning a school disco.

Clearly, there are two issues with this. The first is that dabbing has too low a threshold. There isn't any risk in it. All you really have to do is touch your nose to the inside of your elbow. That's it, which means it automatically loses any currency it may have ever enjoyed. As awful as it was, at least the mannequin challenge required you to be able to stand still for a prolonged length of time. The Harlem Shake could only be properly deployed if the participant was willing to utterly reject any semblance of dignity. But dabbing only takes a microsecond. Any idiot could do it. Most of them already have. Hopefully, as a deterrent, the next hip-hop-derived dance fad will involve setting your hair on fire or licking a doormat, or anything that will give politicians some amount of pause before they blunder into it like a stunned circus bear.

More importantly, you'll notice that none of the baddies are dabbing. Donald Trump, in any of his prolonged lunacy, never felt the need to appeal to a nonexistent youth vote by dabbing. Theresa May didn't dab on the steps on 10 Downing Street after receiving royal assent to trigger article 50. George Osborne didn't end his first speech as editor of the London Evening Standard by running around the newsroom dabbing to How Fast Can You Count It by Skippa Da Flippa in front of the bewildered staff as if his life depended on it. No, dabbing is something that purely our people do.

You'll notice, of course, that the baddies all now occupy the main positions of power. Am I suggesting that they only won because they didn't stoop to dabbing in public as if they were trend-fixated nimrods? That's not for me to say, although it is very clearly true. Either way, let this be the end of it.
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I am a simple man of simple tastes. I don't want much from life. I'd like to remain healthy. I'd like to be happy. But, more than anything, I'd give everything I've got to never see another politician dab again as long as I live.

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John Birmingham creates a witty and humourous tone by educating the audience on the story of a teen who was so determined to impress a girl that he jumped into a lake full of crocodiles. He portrays the teen as naive by refering to him as 'Romeo De Paauw', encouraging the audience to ridicule the lovestruck teenager and evokes the implication of a cliched love story. He explains the 'empathy' he has for the teen by using the anecdote of 'I did once drunkenly fall on and eat a huntsman spider to impress a girl whose name I've long since forgotten' This short story personalises the author's point of veiw, creating a more engaging peice. Birmingham says ' Like everyone, when I first heard this story I thought him a massive idiot' this highlights the ridiculousness of the teenagers actions therefore suggesting a sense a mockery from the audience. The peice is aimed at men who have previousely tried to impress a girl or can relate to the story. He makes the audience clear by saying 'But unlike the rest of you judgmental wallopers, I do not judge half-eaten north Queensland idiot, Lee De Paauw.' There are many examples of calloquiel language such as 'skinful', assisting to create the humourous tone.

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Teen who braved the crocs for his crush almost made me choke up my spider

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Glenn Fowler creates a critical tone by exposing the negative effects of publishing test results. His use of evidence by stating that countries which are “obsessed” with mass standardised testing perform worse than Australia and those who against it perform better, encourages support for Fowler’s side of the issue. The use of rhetorical questions such as “Does this tell us anything at all about the quality of teaching or programs at the school?” prompts the reader to consider the effects of publishing NAPLAN results.

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Publishing NAPLAN results is at best useless and at worst harmful

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Aren't we just denigrating Canberra schools again by identifying the 'worst' performers?

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Elie Mystal creates a critical tone by exposing faults in the motives of Bethune-Cookman and Arizona Summit for creating an “affiliation” deal, and the ineffectiveness it has on the schools ability. Her use of personal experience, “I knew precisely the LSAT score I needed” is reprimanding, but it also ridicules these schools motives by comparing them with another, Harvard. Her use of questions addresses the audience directly and is diplomatic but forthright to those who agree with these school’s motives.

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This month, Bethune-Cookman, a historically black university in Daytona Beach, Fla., announced an "affiliation" deal with Arizona Summit Law School, a for-profit institution in Phoenix. A joint scholarship program will send Bethune-Cookman students and students from other historically black colleges to the law school. Other programs, including intensive LSAT prep classes, have been announced as part of the deal.

Bethune-Cookman doesn't have a law school, so it makes sense that it would want to partner with an accredited institution. But there's a problem: Arizona Summit, formerly known as the Phoenix School of Law, may be accredited, but only 25 percent of its graduates passed the Arizona bar exam on their first try last year.

That's an embarrassing result for any school. To compare, the law school at Arizona State posted a 77 percent pass rate for first-time test takers of the same bar. Statewide, 64 percent of first-time test takers passed. In other words, Arizona Summit's results weren't even in the ballpark of respectability.

Arizona Summit can't blame the aptitude of its students for its low bar passage rate. The median LSAT score at Arizona Summit is 143, which is on the low end, but about the same as the median score at Florida A&M University College of Law. Still, over half of Florida A&M law school graduates passed the Florida bar last summer. And Florida A&M charges about $14,000 in yearly in-state tuition, a fraction of the cost of Arizona Summit, which charges about $45,000 in tuition and fees per year. That doesn't include the cost for Bethune-Cookman students to move from Florida to Phoenix.

So why is this an appropriate affiliation deal? Edison Jackson, the president of Bethune-Cookman, said of Arizona Summit, "Together, we aim to be a leading force in disrupting a legacy of exclusion that has persisted into the 21st century." Officials from both schools claim that their goal is to increase "diversity" in legal education.

But encouraging African-American students to attend Arizona Summit will not help them achieve their goals. It will hobble them. Going to a law school that doesn't prepare most of its students to pass the bar is not an "opportunity," unless "opportunity" means being saddled with debt that you'll spend the rest of your life trying to pay back.

For-profit schools like Arizona Summit prey on students with high aspirations but little knowledge about how the postgraduate system really works. Many black students aren't just the first people in their families to go to graduate school - they are the only people they know in the game. Information passed down from family, friends or mentors is hard to get when you don't have people in your life who have been there. Too many aspiring black students are trying to piece together education plans based on career fairs and Google searches.

And it shows. African-Americans make up the majority of graduate students at for-profit institutions. Because graduate students are likely to finance their education with loans on top of what they already owe for college - and graduate students can take out much more in loans than undergraduates - many black students become saddled with tremendous amounts of debt as they collect for-profit degrees that can't help them achieve their goals.

I was the first person in my family to go to law school, but I went to Harvard for undergrad. Harvard teaches you how to play the game.

While I was an undergraduate, Harvard gave me and every other pre-law student a copy of the "grids." This is a spreadsheet that tracks the admission outcome of every Harvard student who applied to any law school over the previous three years. It is anonymized but shows each person's gender, race, G.P.A. and LSAT score, sorted by the schools they applied to and whether or not they got in.

In other words, long before I sat down for my first LSAT prep session, I knew precisely the LSAT score I needed to get in order to go to the schools I wanted. Do you realize how powerful this information was?

Getting into professional schools like law and medicine is not art - it's math. Here's a formula: G.P.A. x Test Score / Demographics = Admission Decision. That formula is not bulletproof; it's possible to quirk one's way into a particular school. But in broad strokes, the grids reveal exactly what numbers each student needs to get into the law schools he or she desires.

When I applied, I didn't randomly send out applications and hope for the best. I was studying for a specific score, to get into specific schools, following the specific plan of action I mapped out with my pre-law advisers.

Is Bethune-Cookman compiling the grids and disseminating that information to pre-law students?

I'm forced to conclude that this deal isn't about diversity in legal education, for either institution. Arizona Summit wants legitimacy, and Bethune-Cookman needs to expand its geographic footprint.

Arizona Summit is owned by the InfiLaw company, which owns three law schools, including one in Florida. Bethune-Cookman didn't go with the local for-profit diploma mill because it's trying to market itself to students who live west of the Mississippi. It shouldn't be aligning itself with an out-of-state law school purely for marketing purposes.

The best thing any historically black college could do to "disrupt" exclusionary legacies in legal education would be to arm its students with the very information from which they have been excluded, information that would help them get into good schools - or at least keep them out of predatory ones. Anything less is a hustle.

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Opinion | How to Con Black Law Students: A Case Study

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Stuart Heritage creates a mocking and humorous tone by critisizing polititions who dab.

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I am a simple man of simple tastes. I don't want much from life. I'd like to remain healthy. I'd like to be happy. But, more than anything, I'd give everything I've got to never see another politician dab again as long as I live.

"But, Stu," some of you will be asking, what is dabbing, exactly?" The fact that you even asked this means that you are a good and true person of sensible persuasion, and that we can be friends. Dabbing - you sweet, beautiful, uninitiated fool - is a dance move where you simultaneously point diagonally above you with both arms while hiding your head in the crook of your elbow. Imagine if Usain Bolt, in the midst of celebrating another world record, suddenly clocked a spooky ghost that he wanted to hide from. In a nutshell, that is dabbing.

If you're a kid, and you dab, then you are forgiven. After all, this is a youthful dance move with roots in Atlanta's hip-hop scene and, besides, kids buy into any dumb old crap. Four years ago, the kids who are dabbing now would have been doing the Harlem Shake. Five years ago, they'd have been planking. Eleven years ago, they'd have been getting out of moving cars and dancing on the bonnet. Kids are essentially stupid, but it's OK because that's sort of what kids are for.

No, my beef is with grownups. My beef is with grownups who have something to gain from awkwardly adopting youth culture in the ill-advised belief that it will somehow leverage their credentials. Admittedly, dabbing doesn't mark the start of this - a decade ago, Gordon Brown managed to talk about Arctic Monkeys so clumsily that it made him sound like he was reading the phrase "Arctic Monkeys" written phonetically in Esperanto in miniature with mascara on a wet napkin - and yet something about this seems especially craven.

It was horribly out of place a year ago when Hillary Clinton - then plumbing the unknown depths of her "How do you do, fellow kids?" campaign strategy - kickstarted this ridiculous trend by dabbing on the Ellen DeGeneres show, with all the enthusiasm she'd later put into grimly solitary post-election woodland trudges.

But at least, for all her shall-we-do-the-Bartman-next insincerity, Clinton has the honour of being a dabbing pioneer. In a perfect world, all other figures of authority should have seen how humiliated Clinton looked to be forced to do this and sworn off dabbing for ever. And yet, 14 months later, it's still happening.

Less than a month ago, in the House of Commons, Tom Watson chose to congratulate Jeremy Corbyn on an impassioned pro-NHS speech by blundering into a dab of such dismal proportions that he ended up looking as if he was smelling his own armpits to see if he could get away with wearing his shirt for two days running. "Did I do a dab?" he coyly asked afterwards. The words, "Sorry if that makes me too much of a rebel for you, babe," lingered unsaid at the back of his throat.

Even Justin Trudeau has been dabbing. There's a photo of him from two an a half weeks ago, dabbing next to a policeman, who also happened to be dabbing. Justin Trudeau, for crying out loud. He's supposed to be the platonic leftwing ideal, the one bright spot in a world growing ever more depressing by the minute. And yet here he is, a millimetre away from biting his top lip and swinging his baseball cap around the wrong way like someone's dad chaperoning a school disco.

Clearly, there are two issues with this. The first is that dabbing has too low a threshold. There isn't any risk in it. All you really have to do is touch your nose to the inside of your elbow. That's it, which means it automatically loses any currency it may have ever enjoyed. As awful as it was, at least the mannequin challenge required you to be able to stand still for a prolonged length of time. The Harlem Shake could only be properly deployed if the participant was willing to utterly reject any semblance of dignity. But dabbing only takes a microsecond. Any idiot could do it. Most of them already have. Hopefully, as a deterrent, the next hip-hop-derived dance fad will involve setting your hair on fire or licking a doormat, or anything that will give politicians some amount of pause before they blunder into it like a stunned circus bear.

More importantly, you'll notice that none of the baddies are dabbing. Donald Trump, in any of his prolonged lunacy, never felt the need to appeal to a nonexistent youth vote by dabbing. Theresa May didn't dab on the steps on 10 Downing Street after receiving royal assent to trigger article 50. George Osborne didn't end his first speech as editor of the London Evening Standard by running around the newsroom dabbing to How Fast Can You Count It by Skippa Da Flippa in front of the bewildered staff as if his life depended on it. No, dabbing is something that purely our people do.

You'll notice, of course, that the baddies all now occupy the main positions of power. Am I suggesting that they only won because they didn't stoop to dabbing in public as if they were trend-fixated nimrods? That's not for me to say, although it is very clearly true. Either way, let this be the end of it.
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I am a simple man of simple tastes. I don't want much from life. I'd like to remain healthy. I'd like to be happy. But, more than anything, I'd give everything I've got to never see another politician dab again as long as I live.

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John Birmingham creates a sarcastic and humourous tone by telling the story of a teen that was dared to jump into crocodile infested water to impress a girl. he describes the teen as a "Romeo De Paauw" encouraging the audience to critise the dilusional tennager who would do anything for love.

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Teen who braved the crocs for his crush almost made me choke up my spider

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Like everyone, when I first heard this story I thought him a massive idiot. But most of the coverage failed to mention that he jumped in not simply as a dare but, most crucially, to impress a girl.

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Stuart Heritage creates an oppinion piece mocking Politicians who decide to dab. The use a lot of sarcastic tone and is mostly mocking anyone who are not children and are dabbing. He mocks Canadian priminister Justin Trudeau who happened to be dabbing in a picture with police men. Heritage ridicules Trudeau's behavior as he is a politician and an adult.

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I am a simple man of simple tastes. I don't want much from life. I'd like to remain healthy. I'd like to be happy. But, more than anything, I'd give everything I've got to never see another politician dab again as long as I live.

"But, Stu," some of you will be asking, what is dabbing, exactly?" The fact that you even asked this means that you are a good and true person of sensible persuasion, and that we can be friends. Dabbing - you sweet, beautiful, uninitiated fool - is a dance move where you simultaneously point diagonally above you with both arms while hiding your head in the crook of your elbow. Imagine if Usain Bolt, in the midst of celebrating another world record, suddenly clocked a spooky ghost that he wanted to hide from. In a nutshell, that is dabbing.

If you're a kid, and you dab, then you are forgiven. After all, this is a youthful dance move with roots in Atlanta's hip-hop scene and, besides, kids buy into any dumb old crap. Four years ago, the kids who are dabbing now would have been doing the Harlem Shake. Five years ago, they'd have been planking. Eleven years ago, they'd have been getting out of moving cars and dancing on the bonnet. Kids are essentially stupid, but it's OK because that's sort of what kids are for.

No, my beef is with grownups. My beef is with grownups who have something to gain from awkwardly adopting youth culture in the ill-advised belief that it will somehow leverage their credentials. Admittedly, dabbing doesn't mark the start of this - a decade ago, Gordon Brown managed to talk about Arctic Monkeys so clumsily that it made him sound like he was reading the phrase "Arctic Monkeys" written phonetically in Esperanto in miniature with mascara on a wet napkin - and yet something about this seems especially craven.

It was horribly out of place a year ago when Hillary Clinton - then plumbing the unknown depths of her "How do you do, fellow kids?" campaign strategy - kickstarted this ridiculous trend by dabbing on the Ellen DeGeneres show, with all the enthusiasm she'd later put into grimly solitary post-election woodland trudges.

But at least, for all her shall-we-do-the-Bartman-next insincerity, Clinton has the honour of being a dabbing pioneer. In a perfect world, all other figures of authority should have seen how humiliated Clinton looked to be forced to do this and sworn off dabbing for ever. And yet, 14 months later, it's still happening.

Less than a month ago, in the House of Commons, Tom Watson chose to congratulate Jeremy Corbyn on an impassioned pro-NHS speech by blundering into a dab of such dismal proportions that he ended up looking as if he was smelling his own armpits to see if he could get away with wearing his shirt for two days running. "Did I do a dab?" he coyly asked afterwards. The words, "Sorry if that makes me too much of a rebel for you, babe," lingered unsaid at the back of his throat.

Even Justin Trudeau has been dabbing. There's a photo of him from two an a half weeks ago, dabbing next to a policeman, who also happened to be dabbing. Justin Trudeau, for crying out loud. He's supposed to be the platonic leftwing ideal, the one bright spot in a world growing ever more depressing by the minute. And yet here he is, a millimetre away from biting his top lip and swinging his baseball cap around the wrong way like someone's dad chaperoning a school disco.

Clearly, there are two issues with this. The first is that dabbing has too low a threshold. There isn't any risk in it. All you really have to do is touch your nose to the inside of your elbow. That's it, which means it automatically loses any currency it may have ever enjoyed. As awful as it was, at least the mannequin challenge required you to be able to stand still for a prolonged length of time. The Harlem Shake could only be properly deployed if the participant was willing to utterly reject any semblance of dignity. But dabbing only takes a microsecond. Any idiot could do it. Most of them already have. Hopefully, as a deterrent, the next hip-hop-derived dance fad will involve setting your hair on fire or licking a doormat, or anything that will give politicians some amount of pause before they blunder into it like a stunned circus bear.

More importantly, you'll notice that none of the baddies are dabbing. Donald Trump, in any of his prolonged lunacy, never felt the need to appeal to a nonexistent youth vote by dabbing. Theresa May didn't dab on the steps on 10 Downing Street after receiving royal assent to trigger article 50. George Osborne didn't end his first speech as editor of the London Evening Standard by running around the newsroom dabbing to How Fast Can You Count It by Skippa Da Flippa in front of the bewildered staff as if his life depended on it. No, dabbing is something that purely our people do.

You'll notice, of course, that the baddies all now occupy the main positions of power. Am I suggesting that they only won because they didn't stoop to dabbing in public as if they were trend-fixated nimrods? That's not for me to say, although it is very clearly true. Either way, let this be the end of it.
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G'devening everyone.

It's a great honour to have been asked to give the second annual Margaret Thatcher lecture here in London, England. As most of you will know, Mrs T was a sheila but she managed to rise above that disability to bomb the shit out of the Argies and take back the Falklands for Great Britain and to piss off most of the rest of Europe. She was the kind of leader every country needs. As far in sight as she was to the right.

Some people here - those of you who have any idea who I am - may regret that I only got to be prime minister for two years. Well, let me tell you that I am proud of what I achieved for Australia in those two years. Bibles and onions for all school kids and a knighthood for Prince Philip. What country could ask for more?

Now let me say this. When I was prime minister I didn't choose to lecture other countries on how to run their international relations. But, to be honest, I'm now at a bit of a loose end and who wouldn't pass up the opportunity of a free flight to watch the Wallabies give the Kiwis a pasting in the rugby World Cup final? So here goes.

You want to know why Australia is so good at rugby? Well let me tell you. It's because we closed our borders on every damn illegal immigrant who came within 100 metres of our shore. That's right. Every foreign scrounger who turned up pleading persecution in their own country was sent back to somewhere else. And if you Brits want to get good at rugby again you're going to have to learn to do the same thing.

Here's the problem with you Europeans. You're just a bunch of hand-wringing pussies. You're too nice to foreigners. Every time some loser turns up at your borders whinging about how hard their lives are, you fall for their sob stories. So let me tell you straight. Man up, before it's too late. As Jesus himself once told me in person, if you don't look after number one then everyone else will just take advantage of you. Sometimes you've got to be cruel to be kind. Only when hundreds of thousands of them have died will they realise they were better off dying wherever it was they came from. Doing this may take some getting used to and gnaw at your conscience but, take it from me, you'll soon get over it.

I'm not stupid. Well, not very

Now I'm not stupid. Well, not very. I know there's some bad stuff going on in Syria, but that doesn't mean we've got to be nice to every Syrian who wants to get the hell out of their country. Their problems are nothing to do with us and the compassionate thing to do is stack them up in camps in Turkey and Lebanon. You see, there's a reason Syria and the rest of the Middle East is a total mess. Some pinkos will try and tell you it's partly because the west interfered too much in their affairs. Wrong. Very wrong. The problem wasn't that the west created too many wars, but that it didn't create enough. We should have taken out every country in that part of the world while we still could. Bomb, bomb, bombety, bomb.

So I leave you with this thought. The only way forwards is backwards. That's what Margaret would have said in one of her more rabid moments. What are you doing with me? Where are you taking me? Help, help ...
The Margaret Thatcher Institute deeply regrets that Mr Abbott has become indisposed before he was able to finish his extremely interesting speech and we hope you enjoy the rest of your dinner.
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G'devening everyone. It's a great honour to have been asked to give the second annual Margaret Thatcher lecture here in London, England. As most of you will know, Mrs T was a sheila but she managed to rise above that disability to bomb the shit out of the Argies and take back the Falklands for Great Britain and to piss off most of the rest of Europe.