Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
And so it is done.
We have removed another Prime Minister from office. I was also part of the chorus calling for her resignation.
Did I feel my reasons were justified?
Pragmatism tells me a hard choice had to be made.
Pragmatism tells me it was needed to avoid a forthcoming decade or more of conservative rule.
Without doubt we would have seen the stripping away of environmental and social protections under an Abbott led government with a super-majority.
Pragmatism told me something had to be done to avoid – or blunt the scale of – the victory of politicians beholden to mining billionaires.
Pragmatism called for the sacrifice of the individual for the sake of many.
But my conscience knows something very wrong took place, that all of us – every adult Australian – was complicit.
Every politician, every journalist, every pundit and every voter: we all have blood on our hands.
The Ides of March come more than once a year down under.
We have revealed our dark hearts: a nation of assassins.