25 November 2007

A new day, a new era

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.

The Prime Minister is gone. Whether he retains his seat or not, he no longer holds power. Finally, for the first time in over a decade, I have faith in the Australian public.

Little Johnny led our nation into a time of economic prosperity - by selling off our country's assets. He provoked fear and xenophobia. He brought the worst out in the people of this country, and made us look like selfish ignorant fools in the eyes of the world.

If I had my way he would lie down and let each and every one of us piss on him as we file past.

Labor, surely, will not keep all their promises. If they do, this will be a golden age in Australia, a utopia, with beer and skittles for all. But the word utopia means no place, a place which does not exist, and I certainly do not expect that Labor will do everything they say they will, when the realities of economic management kick in. I hope they do. But what political party ever does everything they say they will? There is no accountability in Parliament.

The only hope I have is that they did listen to what people see as important, whereas Johnny's party seems to have lived the last decade completely cocooned from the rest of the country. People chose greed over decency and human rights in the last election. This time they chose punishment - punishment for the new IR laws and punishment for the continual denials of environmental reality that made Johnny seem like more and more of a joke as more and more evidence appeared. Johnny missed the boat on that one, and he appeared to forget that while big business supported him while he was in, voting works by majority rule, and the majority of Australians are workers not business owners.

So that's my little political analysis. Others, I'm sure, will do it better. But here are my parting words to little Johnny Howard:

Fuck you, you fucking cunt. I hope you burn in hell for what you've done to this country.

18 November 2007

One of my favourites

My heart is sore pained within me:
and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

Fear and trembling have seized me:
and darkness has overwhelmed me.

And I said: O that I had wings like a dove!
For then I would fly away and be at rest.

Lo, would I flee far away,
and live in the wilderness.

I would wait for him who will save me
From my cowerdice and from the storm.

PSALM 55