There is a stench in the air. The grass is drying under callous winds and cruel sunlight. It is a great day to feel ashamed of your politicians. The Great White Rabbit is at it again. A mad gash has torn this country in two revealing what lies underneath, and all he does is kick a pile of dirt into the split and then blames Labor when it hit someone. It is surprising that he hasn’t blamed Labor for getting him elected, but then that would have to be the honest truth.
There was desperation in the last election. The people were unhappy with both side of politics, but the fact that the last Prime Minister was a woman stuck in the craw of conservatives everywhere. The Great White Rabbit became a crushingly good opposition leader. His strategy was to scream “no” until he died or the other side retreated. If that “no” somehow formed a three word slogan he would start dripping couplets without restraint. He tugged on the ears of Australians, day in and day out, and corroded their souls over border protection and spending.
They might not admit it, but the Left were scared. If they had to be stuck with a Liberal government they wanted Turnbull, but that wasn’t going to happen. They knew they were losing. Too much imbalance and party politics was straining the public’s attention for all the good they did. The mining tax, that was meant to raise hundreds of millions, only raised a meagre few. Only due to a loophole that Labor included after axing Rudd for Julia.
We had our first female Prime Minister and she pushed through an abnormal amount of quality legislation, but this also bred resentment amongst the population. Rudd was popular, and people voted whole-heartedly for him. They couldn’t care less for the behind-the-scenes crap. The Left killed itself. Like a snake eating its own tail with the Great White Rabbit running circles around it.
They used to say the two most desirable candidates for both parties were in the wings: Turnbull and Rudd. The left thought if they couldn’t win maybe they could get Turnbull back. But he was always a twisty politician and the Libs first and foremost have never been about what the people want, it is about winning the game.
That stench is in the air, xenophobia and racism permeates our culture mixing in with a white sense of entitlement. We should be able to be racist, they cry. The bigot should have a voice, because if the bigot can’t say what he wants to say then that isn’t freedom. They don’t even have to pass the amendment. The damage is done. But the bill will pass and so too will sensitivity.
It screams of insecurity, obviously they feel that they are being restricted from full freedom based on their race. They don’t even try to hide it anymore. “The words offend, insult and humiliate are going,” Brandis said. “You can not have a public debate without insulting a person who has a strong contrary view.”
To quote the Eatock Vs Bolt judgement, “the nature of her complaint is that the articles conveyed offensive messages about fair-skinned Aboriginal people, by saying that they were not genuinely Aboriginal and were pretending to be Aboriginal so they could access benefits that are available to Aboriginal people”
Bolt believes that racial inequality happens because of the colour of someone’s skin.
And the Left is still in shock, with every new announcement they cry out in pain and my response stays the same. What did you expect? All of the Great White Rabbits policies stand in line with the election he conducted, the monarchy he endorses, and the party he is a part of. The only policy that shocked me was the decision to cut funding to the families of veterans who were killed in action. I thought the Libs were all about helping the soldiers out, and that patriotism is something that should be beaten into you at a young age. But apparently their desire to save money wins, the cut measures up to $250,000 dollars a year. But hey, politicians have to get paid somehow.
But he lied, they scream at the top of their lungs. I believe lying is a tradition amongst politicians, especially when both sides do it.
Women are not fond of Great White Rabbit, and it is no wonder when he discusses women’s healthcare in such a way. ‘The problem with the Australian practice of abortion is that an objectively grave matter has been reduced to a question of the mother’s convenience.’
When women don’t have medical access to abortion it directly affects their health. Women gravely injure themselves and sometimes die when they don’t have access to this healthcare. It isn’t a question of convenience; it is a question of whether you want to help kill women. Not only that, if you aren’t a docile housewife you aren’t fucking doing it right.
- ‘I think it would be folly to expect that women will ever dominate or even approach equal representation in a large number of areas simply because their aptitudes, abilities and interests are different for physiological reasons’
- ‘I think there does need to be give and take on both sides, and this idea that sex is kind of a woman’s right to absolutely withhold, just as the idea that sex is a man’s right to demand I think they are both they both need to be moderated, so to speak’
- ‘What the housewives of Australia need to understand as they do the ironing is that if they get it done commercially it’s going to go up in price and their own power bills when they switch the iron on are going to go up, every year…’
Have you ever noticed in his speeches with when the Great White Rabbit decides to foists his knowledge on our uneducated lot, the people that stand behind him. Everyone is used to the nodding tall man. But now his PR has shifted gears, it is now two women who just happen to be in line of sight.
“The Australian story isn’t one where you arrive on a boat”, that is what they repeat until they are hoarse. Howards words are forever scarred into my memory as, “We will decide who comes to this country and the manner in which they arrive.” It is scratched into the social consciousness.
Howard was a game changer for these ‘Boat People’ (Refugees). The public drew in a big breath in hopes that our borders would shrink, because there is no world outside of our own, only god. They called them boat people (refugees), then Asylum Seekers (refugees), and now it is as if they want to coin and mint the phrase ‘Illegals’ (refugees) like the Republicans in the US haven’t got it copyrighted.
On my bookcase I spot a little white book with a cracked spine that I used to read from often in my university days. It is a tiny hardcover version of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, with illustrations by Michel Streich. It is a book everyone needs to read more, perhaps in a darkened room away from the media and the rich, whose opinions weigh more because they are laced with gold.
I go over the same articles over and over.
No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.
Everyone has the right to recognition everywhere as a person before the law.
No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile.
(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.
(2) Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country.
(1) Everyone has the right to seek and to enjoy in other countries asylum from persecution.
(2) This right may not be invoked in the case of prosecutions genuinely arising from non-political crimes or from acts contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.
If only it wasn’t spelled out so clearly to us. That such hatred is both wrong and misguided. But we need protection, they yell. In this post-9/11 world it is all about protection from terrorists, lest we suffer at the hands of a twisted fate. They tell us that these terrorist are highly trained, well-funded, and frighteningly close to us, but they are also willing to travel several months through all manner of backwards means on rickety boats and war torn countries to arrive in Australia undetected to commit heinous acts. They just never saw the great deals from Qantas.
The Great White Rabbit just sits in its place and keeps the fear pumping through the system. He punches holes in walls and then paints around it with a smarmy smile that reads, ‘You’re welcome.” It is always the same with his type in the ever swinging pendulum of politics that does nothing but makes people wonder about the next tick.
And that grass will keep drying up in winter, and in summer there will be no rain. It will crackle underneath my footsteps and sometimes I can almost feel it snapping. We will look around to find that stench that hangs in the air, and few people might just take a shower, just to make sure. But that stench will remain.
We will get used to the smell. Like all stinks, it won’t dissipate as much as corrode our senses. Until we detect a new scent and we repeat the whole cycle. That kind of stench never comes out. It doesn’t come out of your shoes, your shirt, or your soul. It stains like blood and try as we might, we will never wash it out.