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Well, not only has the pathetic husk of a man lied and spent his way to another election win, now Australians have fallen for his divisive, racist, warmongering, Bush-worshipping, terrorist-inflaming politics, and have given him a majority in the Senate. Now he can do what he damned well likes and can implement all the right-wing-nut-job policies he likes, and have the Senate rubber-stamp them, once the opposition has told them how objectionable they are. The main reason he won was by saying that interest rates would rise under a Labor government. While all the economists pointed out that interest rates are pretty much tied to those in the US, people in heavily mortgaged areas voted for him, not realising that if rates rise in the US, there ain’t going to be a damned thing we’re going to be able to do to prevent them rising here. The last Senate seat was revealed yesterday. Apparently quite a few Queenslanders (such as Hiss, for example) voted ‘below the line’, choosing to fill in their own Senate preferences rather than the preferences that their preferred party had chosen. As well they should, because the parties were making so many preference deals that my very own state somehow elected a Family First senator. It’s not that I don’t like families, it’s that I don’t hate lesbians. I’ve decided the best policy personally is denial. If I can convince myself that he’s not the Prime Minister, I’ll be a much happier chappy. It will require that I don’t read any newspaper or watch any television news. That’s doable, and after Adam and Wil finish the breakfast show, I won’t need to listen to the radio any more. Anyway, that’s very nearly enough ranting except to implore Australians to vote below the line in the Senate, and to implore Americans not to vote Bush back in. He’s simply not intelligent enough to lead the world’s superpower. And it would really piss the lying prick off. Deep breath. Count to ten. Horizontal rule. Yesterday was a first birthday party. Marion couldn’t come, but got lots of words written. She has to write fifteen thousand words in two weeks, ten thousand of those in German. I feel like I can’t do much but be supportive and say “Mush!” every now and then. At the party, Lisa was in great form, telling me about going to one’s partner’s family Christmas do, along with the twenty top subjects to avoid bringing up with her family, including:
Soon everyone with kids cleared off, leaving us choir people to keep the party alive (I was genuinely expecting the party to end at five as the invitation said- naïf or what?). After I dozed on the couch in front of Blackadder and we had dinner, there was boys vs. girls Trivial Pursuit™. When it was abandoned due to us all having to get up an hour early in the morning with the advent of Summer Time, the boys had four pieces of pie to the girls’ three, not a conclusive victory. I’m proud to say I didn’t know what colour Viagra™ pills are. Now I guess I do.
Here’s an interesting entry I’ve been reading by . This month
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