The spread of Americanisation

As my local village (one of those Blue Mountains vintage, ye olde world villages) now boosts a garish, three-meter, neon green sign at its highway entrance reading “Massage Centre”, I slap my forehead in despair that we are becoming Americanised so fast that apathetic acceptance seems the general response.

After the PM’s trip to China, and Trump’s penchant for playground-style payback, I wonder if we should just trump Trump’s move and rearrange the AUKUS acronym to USUKA.