Was there ever a better example of the necessity of an Australian republic than yesterday’s farce with the Governor-General?
Articles from Damian Smith
(This post is a direct reference to this article, which I suggest you read now, and the accompanying video, which I demand you watch now. The video is spectacular, you can’t write better comedy than this.)
(Ahh the difference between my last post and this!)
Tony Abbott is no longer Prime Minister of Australia. Let that fact sink in. Tony Abbott is no longer Prime Minister of Australia.
This sentence carries with it the same sense of solace as “the cancer is in remission”. Jubilant news to be sure, and a relief, but not without the knowledge that for a time there was a lethal, malignant tumour growing inside you.
Tony Abbott is the Prime Minister of Australia. As much as we might try to deny this fact, as much as we may chafe and resent it, Abbott is the ruler of this land. He is our democratically elected leader.
“Just then they came in sight of thirty or forty windmills that rise from that plain. And no sooner did Don Quixote see them that he said to his squire, “Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them.
So I’ve been watching, with mounting horror, the rise of the “patriot” movement in Australia. They’ve been active of late, hitting Youtube hard, proselytizing their special brand of cognitive dissonance and unabashed racism to anyone unwary enough to click through.
These videos, from various “patriots” of all walks of life, nonetheless show a number of similarities across the board.
I always get excited when my two passions, politics and applied psychology, mesh together in such a delicious fashion, like two Lego bricks of the same size that once connected will never be torn apart. Today is just such an occasion. Buckle up Dorothy, we’re going on an adventure.
I have watched with great interest, and even greater despair, the tragedy of Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran. It tells us a great deal about the society that we live in and the people we have become.
It has been, if nothing else, an opportunity, to paraphrase one of my Facebook journalist acquaintances, “to prune my feed of cretins”.
A colleague of mine, Theo, has the one of the most delicious turns of phrase (usually delivered just prior to doing something…risqué) - “fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke”. Which, as far as distilled bon mots go, is just about perfect.
Fuck 'em if they can’t take a joke.