The Prime Minister of Australia has now set a date for the next Federal Election. May 18th. That means for the next 37 days I will be going into political hibernation.
When I watch TV during that time I will have the remote at the ready and when any member of a political party shows their face I will press mute. Why listen to lies and false promises. I will not read any page of the newspaper that mentions politics or political figures. I do not want to know what any of them profess that they stand for – they should have proved this when in office.
I will be immune to fake smiles and pictures of the pollies kissing babies - shouldn’t there be a health warning against this practice? Maybe there should be a vaccination for babies to protect them from MP’s.
The literature full of bulldust that will be delivered in large quantities to my home will be consigned unopened to the rubbish bin where it belongs.
The Australian Government (those in power and those in opposition) over the past few years has been rocked with scandal, both sexual and political, alleged bribery and corruption, resignations – both voluntary and forced. You name it – it’s been there and done that. Prime Ministers have been changed with the wind, in and out as if using revolving doors. ‘Yes, Prime Minister’ eat your heart out.
Now that the election date has been set copious amounts of money will appear out of the air, projects (neglected for the past few years) will have promised finance, and suddenly my local MP will be my best friend. I might even get a visit from someone representing him/her – or be invited to a street corner meeting where I can air my grievances – not that airing them will do any good, it hasn’t before why should it now. Heaven forbid that he/she will actually come and knock on my door and have a cuppa with me.
Voting is compulsory here or else face a fine unless a person is exempted for one reason or another. I have only once deliberately spoilt my vote and I felt good for about 5 minutes, then I felt I had let my suffragette ‘sisters’ down and wished I had used my vote constructively. However, I am so disillusioned by the whole lot of them that I think that this time I will spoil my vote, probably write something rude on it, and hopefully will feel better for at least 10 minutes.
When I watch TV during that time I will have the remote at the ready and when any member of a political party shows their face I will press mute. Why listen to lies and false promises. I will not read any page of the newspaper that mentions politics or political figures. I do not want to know what any of them profess that they stand for – they should have proved this when in office.
I will be immune to fake smiles and pictures of the pollies kissing babies - shouldn’t there be a health warning against this practice? Maybe there should be a vaccination for babies to protect them from MP’s.
The literature full of bulldust that will be delivered in large quantities to my home will be consigned unopened to the rubbish bin where it belongs.
The Australian Government (those in power and those in opposition) over the past few years has been rocked with scandal, both sexual and political, alleged bribery and corruption, resignations – both voluntary and forced. You name it – it’s been there and done that. Prime Ministers have been changed with the wind, in and out as if using revolving doors. ‘Yes, Prime Minister’ eat your heart out.
Now that the election date has been set copious amounts of money will appear out of the air, projects (neglected for the past few years) will have promised finance, and suddenly my local MP will be my best friend. I might even get a visit from someone representing him/her – or be invited to a street corner meeting where I can air my grievances – not that airing them will do any good, it hasn’t before why should it now. Heaven forbid that he/she will actually come and knock on my door and have a cuppa with me.
Voting is compulsory here or else face a fine unless a person is exempted for one reason or another. I have only once deliberately spoilt my vote and I felt good for about 5 minutes, then I felt I had let my suffragette ‘sisters’ down and wished I had used my vote constructively. However, I am so disillusioned by the whole lot of them that I think that this time I will spoil my vote, probably write something rude on it, and hopefully will feel better for at least 10 minutes.