I feel weary tonight. Weary and angry. If you're keeping track of how the Australian Federal Election is going, then you'll know why. If you aren't, then that's because the Australian version of Rick Santorum is currently being elected Prime Minister with what appears to be a frightening lead. The man who couldn't discuss the "technical details" of his own (very poor) internet plan. The man who opposes gay marriage. The man whose constant refrain of "Stop the Boats!" spewed from every media mouth. And the people listened.
This day is a sad day and we should mourn. Shame on us. Shame be on our heads for what we have wrought.
But tomorrow, we will stand back up. We will go on as normal. And we will fight. We will sing angry songs. We will write angry words. We will make angry art. Put on angry theatre. Make angry films. Shout with angry voices. And we will be heard.
This man has bamboozled people into letting him run our country. And we will be the laughing stock. But if this greasy prick wants any power, he is going to have to fight us tooth and nail for it. We will not just give it over to him. He has to take it. And I vow not to just let him.
I have my enemy and his name is Tony Abbott.
Sleep well. The fight is ahead of us.
Mahalo.
