It could have been Tony Jones turning to a prostitute for the national broadcaster’s very first appraisal of Baroness Thatcher’s life and times, or Barrie Cassidy chuckling with his mates at Insider‘s token conservative on a pleasant Sunday morning.
But, no, none of those. This week it was Virginia Trioli’s turn to remind us just how large a ball of arrogant, nasty ignorance can be purchased for a mere $1.2 billion a year.
They’ll keep it up, of course, unless encouraged to do better.
The morning of September 15 would be a very good date to begin the lesson.