Prattling from a distance

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

galvanic and erudite gentiles, caught sputtering by butterflies in mai tai's

i said to the Dae as it rose "can we really be so unique?"

are we so singular in our experiences that we share nothing in common with the general populace?

he shrugged his beatified shrug and i made him a coffee.

the issues laid out by our opposition party, around border 'security' should be dead. this parochial concern with those seeking asylum from war, rape, famine and persecution being some how not entitled to sanctuary is so stunted i do not fathom it.

we very simply do not have an embassy in afghanistan or iraq,

there is no queue to jump.

there are more british nationals in the country, illegally over staying visas, this year, than asylum seekers that have come to this country in the last 10 years.

the debate is pointless,

the accusations of border insecurity are fear mongering and painfully skewed,

and if tony abbot is our prime minister in september i'm leaving the country until he is not.


oh, and i might need to start making friends in melbourne, very soon...


hint hint.

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

in the lagoon

enjoy this fleeting moment.

right before everything else goes to shit and we're stuck back in the 3 year
cycle {election/action/reaction/campaign/...repeat} we have another
historically significant moment, a skerrie of philosophical poignancy, once
more brought by the rudd government.

there was an apology, and i felt lifted inside.

there is now a female priminister, and i feel mixedly joyful.

at these times we're allowed a moment, in instant where we forget reality and
live in the glow of a knowledge outside of our regular condition, like a romance
with a character in a dream whose memory slips from you as the day unfolds until
night claims the faded reality again.

she'll fuck up, and we'll sleep again, but there will never be another first
female priminister,

and i don't give a fuck that there wasn't the publics say in who the leader is,

that's the remit of the party, the price of having representational democracy,

and in the end a politician still gets in.

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