O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay!
Early this morning I danced the Peter Garrett to the Jackson Five’s “I want you back” (refrain: “We’re coming back”. Yes, yes, I know.).
It was pretty ace, realising suddenly that Tony Abbott and Mal Brough were gone and probably wouldn’t be back. I mean, people around me were fixating on the whole Howard seat loss thing, but for me the most important aspect of The Change really was getting rid of these fanatics and their fringe politics, putting them back in their boxes where they belong. It is highly satisfactory that freak fundo groups like Catch the Fire and Pastor Danny Nalliah will no longer have outrageous access to the highest echelons of power to deliver their messages of support from God. I cannot conceive of what the country would look like in three years’ time, had the Howard Government been re-elected, and this kind of influence continued.
Today, sober, I pause to reflect on the fact that the senior Coalition member in the country may well be Karlene Maywald, a National and Minister for the River Murray, Water Security, Regional Development, Small Business, and the Minister assisting the Minister for Industry and Trade, in the SA State Labor Government. I don’t know what that means, really, but given the shit state of the NSW Labor Government especially, this probably won’t last for long.
I hope that Labor’s Government will do their best to steer Democracy away from the current near dessication brought on by a double house majority, and not be distracted by the plush carpet in the ministerial wing. In the meantime however, I will celebrate the revitalisation of democracy by a Labor Government and a tricky upper house, with a sad note reserved for the loss of Andrew Bartlett. Also, our new Lady Deputy is making history of the kind that we with Lady Parts have hoped for and dreamt of. I ask any male readers to reflect on this especially, because in a time of nominal equality it’s sometimes necessary to ram home the idea that a big part of realising that one can do, is seeing that others have done so first.
dibo wrote:
‘Early this morning I danced the Peter Garrett to the Jackson Five’s “I want you back” (refrain: “We’re coming back”. Yes, yes, I know.).’
i forgot about that!
There’s this haze that starts somewhere after leaving The Bank, and breaks only briefly to reveal snippets of a night of boozy celebration and gleeful bad behaviour - shooters here, singing there, and the obligatory zombie walk through a fluorescent lit convenience store seeking the sacred snacks of the near-terminally inebriated…
liam wrote:
Sounds like the Grayndler party was a lot more raucous than the Sydney one. I had a beer or two, watched the speeches, then when I realised how tired I was, caught the bus home just in time to fall asleep and miss my stop.
I must have been drugged by my political enemies. (Thankfully there was no photoshop involved).
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