looking like compassion-deficient boofheads...
When I told Dad I was flying to Canberra as a political reporter with The New Daily, he warned me to be careful. “You’re not going as live bait are you?” he quipped. I laughed and said I’d be fine. I’ve dealt with creepy men before. Working in Parliament House had long been a dream of mine, and I couldn’t wait to get on that plane. I needed to impress my editors and I also wanted to experience the “Canberra Bubble” for myself, to see the wheels of power up close. But the truth is, I was nervous.
Source: yourdemocracy.net.au