The Mexican Night at the local RSL Bistro is over, the meal consumed, the sangria imbibed, and we didn’t win the dessert surprise in the dinner competition. Having successfully avoided the poker machines, obviously put off by all the “gamble with care” pamphlets tucked away in corners and that miniscule sign on the pokey machine room door reminding everyone of the dangers inherent in taking a punt with a one in a million chance of winning, am now back at home wondering. Wondering about what, where or why is the question.
Why do I avoid a poker machine and yet drop by the newsagent to buy a Lotto ticket for the chance to win something at odds far, far worse (one in a billion) than those cursed pokeys? Or, why is it that in every crowd doing whatever the crowd is about, there is always at least one idiot? That’s the one who goes down the slide head first, or the one who swings the swing highest until the pendulum effect is redundant and then jumps off when it is unwise so to do? The examples are innumerable! You find such wonders of the human species everywhere, and I suppose, in every race. Someone once said it was “evolution in action”, culling those from the species least fit to survive and, you know, I suspect that they may be right!
Thinking of idiocy, and its bedfellow stupidity, led us to thinking about becoming involved in wars not of our own making and not learning from history, Afghanistan being one good example of the several that Oz had jumped into at the behest of one idiot to another. And that led to this.
We had the odd homegrown idiot excelling themselves at making an idiot of themselves with inanely ridiculous statements. Jacqui Lambie gave it a go with burka’s and military pay and memorial boycotts. It could be three strikes and you’re out – of the Palmer United Party!
That much ado about nothing nutter Cory Bernardi got into the act with the go to instructions for how to place a headlock on the female form. Most impressive!
Our ever persistent Bloody Rat decided to add his perspective to the week’s “goings’ on” when it came to the likes and dislike of our business leaders.
Rat was most impressed with the electricity sector’s carbon consciousness as they prepared for the Governments Direct Action largesse.
And he was particularly delighted with Kathy Jackson’s deftness at dobbing in her mates, then getting caught out herself, followed by some memory and mental difficulties. That Kathy! She just doesn’t stand still, eh?
Post Rat we wondered whether our Prime Winky Dill just failed to see beyond the next election cycle, had an atrocious schooling in basic science, or was busy supporting those who’s largesse into the Liberal Parties coffers came in coal trucks.
We relished the continuation of the ‘shirtfront’ which now appears to have reduced itself to ‘tough talk’ and further to ‘seriously discuss’ and whether this might go even further to ‘drop a firm note expressing displeasure’. Whatever, we preferred the shirtfront thanks!
Such thoughts of the uncouth led conversely to thoughts of couth and that led to vision and conversely to vapidity and the two figures that seem to, admirably, fit those particularly terms.
And we thought that optimism, enthusiasm and confidence were so much better than fear, prejudice and conformity except that, sometimes, the latter could be far more colourful! Especially if you were a staunch and zealous member of Team Australia!
And there you have it . . . . . . . .!
AFTERTHOUGHT: If you don’t punish politicians and their parties for lying to you, you are predetermining your treatment as a fool!
POSTSCRIPT: All characters appearing in this work are entirely, and amazingly, fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead or in a zombie like state, is purely coincidental with an exceptionally high probability of being the construct of a deluded mind trying to grasp the true meaning of the political unreality of Australian politics, al la NO Coalition! We can only gaze upon such greatness with wonderment!