Queanbeyan Demon

Sometimes I think I’m living in a parallel universe. I’m not. It’s a full-blown multiverse — where Spargo is dropped, promoted, and coaching Casey all at once… and Goodwin has just been sacked, extended, and knighted for services to “connection”. In one reality, we’re a dynasty. In another, we’re tanking for Harley Reid’s kids. In this one? We’re 5th on expected score and 17th on joy. It’s not quantum theory. It’s just Demonland — where logic goes to die and hope reincarnates every Thursday.

It is actually on the psychology of denial, paranoia and psychopathy.

Much more cost effective to part ways with Goody than to bleed members.

This article appeared on The Roar earlier today. Any connection? The RoarThe Demons are still stuck in 2021 - here's how they can...Melbourne’s 2021 premiership felt like the dawn of a dynasty. But three seasons later, the Demons are further from a flag than ever and…

F me Melbourne. I've got a thesis to deliver in the next week. Appalling timing.

Same, same. Rest all our good players this week so we're up and running to bend over the Dorks next week.

Settle down, professor. This is Demonland — not New Scientist, not The Economist, and definitely not the CSIRO. We deal in half-baked theories, trauma responses, and selective outrage. Peer review here means three likes and an off-the-wall reply from @Bitter but optimistic.

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Easily fixed - apply a capital gains tax in addition to the taxes already in place.

Grundy is a diabolical $1.3M a year footballer. He might touch it 40 times, but very few of those touches hurt the oppo. Thanks for everything Eddie.

This. Wilson has built a career on blurring the line between fact and opinion. As usual, the writing is clunky — several sentences are difficult to follow — and the piece isn’t without its fair share of reductio ad absurdum and non sequiturs. The so-called facts are distorted, twisted, and tortured to fit the narrative.

Avoidance mode - should b working on my thesis.

Good ol' Jakey 'didn't nail-it' Niall. Stating the obvious as usual.

West Coast games are Perth’s version of cultural enrichment — because once you’ve stared at a mining boom, overpriced avo toast, and a skyline designed by a bored accountant, watching a bottom-four team get thumped starts to feel like high art. It’s not loyalty, it’s Stockholm syndrome with a membership scarf.

Akash Deep. Has to be one of the all time great sporting names. Lingers like a velvet secret in the dark, equal parts silk and danger. Not just a name, but an invitation… to fall, willingly, into something warm, slow-burning, and entirely undoing.

Like the Filth, whoever England is versing.

Who does he barrack for?

Corral Freecos and bypass Moore, and your 50% of the way to winning. Crom can do this too.

That's what they said about us.

Pretty much stat of the year for me.

Fattening the sacrificial calf.

Still betta than Kahlie Underwhatsit, with her commontatering and Olympic-level talent for renamin' players mid-game. “And that’s a great kick by... um... Tracc Danger... wait, who’s number 5 again?”

They're always close to BOG when we win.

"I looked out, the field was — it looked like a million, million and a half people."

WTF were they doing in Perth?