I love living in Australia. I love being Australian. I get highly shitty when anyone plays the “You’re a pom, you’re not a real Australian” card on me. I’ve been resident in this country since I was 5, a citizen since I was 11. I watch the world. This is, in many ways, a truly great, great country in which to live.
So wouldn’t it be nice to make it great for everyone? Not just in the relative political, judicial, and social safety we enjoy without thinking about; but emotionally and (though I hate to use the word), spiritually, as well. Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a day we could all feel that good about, without having to really consider the implications? If, instead of hearing somebody say This date causes my people pain because of these reasons, the response was less Strayaloveitorleaveitturnbacktheboatsfootygobackwhereyousecamefrom and more How can we help lessen your pain? ? More, I don’t know… Australian?
Wouldn’t it be nice just not to have to argue about it, because we could simply. just. agree? Continue reading “HAPPY AUSTRALIA-FOR-MOST-OF-US DAY”
So, the hideous carbuncle that was Unca Jugears has been deposed. And, to date, he’s managed to take pet rocks Peter Dutton and Joe Hockey down with him.
It’s a start. But don’t let the elevation of Shitslick Turnbull fool anybody: the policies remain, the right-wing conservatism and disdain for social and cultural advancement remain, the contempt for the vast majority of the electorate remains. That they have a more appealing sales rep just makes the Liberal machine that much more dangerous.
Bill Shorten was a non-entity for a time of despair, but we can no longer content ourselves in watching ghosts fighting ghosts.
The Liberal machine remains as vile as it ever was. The Labor machine still has no wheels, no fuel, and no gears. More than ever, your vote will count, come the next election.
Just because a turd has been polished, doesn’t stop it from being a turd.
… the conversation you have with the peoiple who hand out “How to Vote” pamphlets, which is the same every time, and invariably goes like this:
ME: No thanks, guys, I’ve already decided.
SOME DODDERING OLD OCTEGENARIAN WITH A LIBERAL PARTY OR FAMILY FIRST T-SHIRT ON: Some variation of a didmissive snort or croaky plea to reconsider and put things in the “right” order if I want to save Australia for White Jesus and get rid of all the niggers, brownhatters and young people.
ME: Seriously, do you really think I waited until 10 seconds before I line up to start thinking about this?
SDOOWALPOFFTO: Assorted sputtering while the Greens hander-outerer sniggers.
There’s probably a really good reason why they have a sausage sizzle near the front door and not a gun stall…
Thanks to the anonymous workmate I overheard as I was taking a shortcut through the tea room yesterday:
“Americans think they’re just the most important people on Earth. Mind you, so does my cat.”
You seem to have elected a reasonably decent man as your President.
Try not to shoot him.