It is well known that the bug-eyed loon, another of the New Establishment's kept creatures, parted company with sanity quite some time ago. Eventually, even the Fairfax press noticed and declined to publish his submissions. The fact that all were inscribed with crayon on chains of the little paper dolls he cuts out during sessions of occupational therapy must have made that fact inescapable, even at The Age, where only plastic safety scissors are allowed.
But as Hamilton is of the left, no worries. Somewhere down the propaganda food chain, a less lofty pulpit is always waiting. In this instance it was The Conversation, where Andrew Jaspan popped out from beneath a foot stool, snatched up the falling columnist and added him to the site's roster of deep thinkers..
Australian society is certainly a noble and caring one, putting up $6 million of public funds to pay the mortgage of a failed-but-ideologically-sound newspaper editor, who in his turn scrapes reality's other victims from the grease trap of their ranting irrelevance.
On his better days, the ones when he is not instructing orderlies at his institution to polish his jackboots, Hamilton must register some flickering recognition of his great good fortune. Without Jaspan's intervention he would by now have only Lavatorious Polio* to broadcast his insights, and he could not sink lower than that. He should pen a little token of his gratitude -- a column, perhaps, on the evil of dwarf-tossing and why the CSIRO, universities and the Conversation's other generous backers must never, ever think of taking it up.
*NOTE: For those not versed in Latin, that translates as "paralyzing spectacle of the unflushed bowl".