Australia is lucky to be the home of Michael Leunig, a cartoonist-cum-philosopher. Leunig's imaginary world, populated with ducks, tea pot men and goat transportation, reveals the absurdity of the "grown up" (read f_ed up) one. His work often captures emotions of the soul rarely expressed in other media. Some Australians find his work depressing- IMO that's because it is an accurate reflection of a depressing world.
When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
Let it go. Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.
- Leunig
Leunig has also been highly critical of Bush.
Looking for a liberal alternative to Judeochristian cosmology? Could do much worse than the imagination of Michael Leunig. His work regularly appears in the Mebourne Age (registration required).