Saturday, 7 September 2013
Friday, 6 September 2013
X Marks The Spot

" - Mum, I'm ready.Christos Tsiolkas: The Jesus Man (p 280)
She's voting at my old primary school. The day is not cold, not quite warm. Mum looks pretty good, a white vest, a long skirt with a discreet split. The grounds are full of people handing out leaflets, how to vote cards. My mum dismisses all of them and goes straight to the Labor Party representative. The smiling woman tries to hand me one as well.
-No, no thanks.
Her smile fades.
-Take one, Mum orders in Greek. I shake my head.
She walks in line exasperated.
-She'll think you're a Liberal, she whispers, then finishes loudly, and we know there is nothing more embarrassing than being a Liberal."
Thanks Rupert Murdoch, but Australians can choose their own government
Funnily enough this ad was banned from the major networks out here...
Billy Bragg says:
The Australian election on Saturday presents an unappetizing prospect. Pity the Australian citizen, having to cast a vote by law, compelled to order something from the menu.
The Labor Party are offering a hotch-potch, thrown together from all the ingredients left in their cupboard. Anyone ordering this must be fearful of a right-ward lurch at the last moment that threatens to put each forkful in the ear instead of the mouth.
The Coalition are offering up something that looks decidedly slimy. The fact that they’re reluctant to tell you what’s in it doesn’t help. And has for how much it’s going to cost you, well you’ll just have to wait and see.
Everyone knows that they’re good for you, but in the testosterone driven political climate of the Antipodes, will enough people order the Greens to make a difference to the outcome?
My advice? Ask the waiter for a box, take the whole thing home and see if the dog will eat it for dinner.
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The Labor Party are offering a hotch-potch, thrown together from all the ingredients left in their cupboard. Anyone ordering this must be fearful of a right-ward lurch at the last moment that threatens to put each forkful in the ear instead of the mouth.
The Coalition are offering up something that looks decidedly slimy. The fact that they’re reluctant to tell you what’s in it doesn’t help. And has for how much it’s going to cost you, well you’ll just have to wait and see.
Everyone knows that they’re good for you, but in the testosterone driven political climate of the Antipodes, will enough people order the Greens to make a difference to the outcome?
My advice? Ask the waiter for a box, take the whole thing home and see if the dog will eat it for dinner.
Via
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