Australia is, for some, a marble table in the Prime Minister’s suite, suitable for coffee trays, big deals, and jumping on. The former Treasurer stomped, the Loans Minister danced on it and broke his leg. The table was smashed. So was the deposed PM, tongue rotating in his head at 33 1/3 rpm. It was quite a breakup, that October, full details still to be pieced together. Australia is despoiled and divided, the whole time having a party. Offcuts were proudly displayed on desks, reminder of the greatness once bestowed on them by the people, trophies of achievements they destroyed.