Where we hate our government so much, we change party leaders every few months, just to spice things up.
Okay, so it's more of a political thing than the people's entertainment, but really, last election the opposition (which was Labour) changed party leaders like, three times before we got K-Rudd, who then got voted Prime Minister (just so we wouldn't have John Howard for the hundredth year running) and the recently booted-out-of-top-seat Liberal Party floundered around for the next few years re-electing their party leaders every six months or so (and I think in one case, one only lasted only a few weeks because he was a major douchebag) because they weren't popular enough in the polls (and they weren't popular because they were idiots, like, stereotypical politician idiocy).
Until recently. Recently, little Kevy hasn't been doing so hot in the polls, and took a real hit because of some new tax on mining companies, and so today, he was 'challenged' (or maybe he was challenged earlier, idk how these things work) and, well, fired; and about an hour and a half ago, they put Deputy Prime Minister Julia Gillard in the PM position.
So Australia has it's very first female Prime Minister, only months before the election is due to come up, and knowing this country's penchant for changing leaders, she'll be PM until then, when Liberal will most likely be re-elected (after they change their leader 3 weeks before the campaign starts).
I'm not too fond of Ms. Gillard, though admittedly I don't know very much about her at all, apart from the fact that her new cut-and-colour looks wonderful (she used to be an orangey-redhead, but now she's a darker redead) but with any luck she'll stay on, just for the sake of there being a female in charge (and then all males will be ordered to stay home and clean the kitchens while us girls take care of global business). At least the toilet seats wont be left up with her around.
On another note, I'M FINISHED WITH EXAMS! LET'S ALL GO
GET DRUNK TO CELEBRATE and wake up the next day with glitter in our ears and in our armpits, wondering why we're sleeping on the garage floor on a makeshift bed of paper fortunes from those fortune cookies, and having had the strangest dream that Australia changed party leaders again.