nictim
15-10-2004, 09:02 AM
A Lefty’s Lament
I spent yesterday wandering the streets in a daze. Everywhere I looked: Howard Voters. They were whispering things behind my back. I thought sometimes I could make it out: "Loser... Loser".I'd turn around to catch them but they'd put on their defiant public transport face. The 'yeah I voted Howard' grim set of the jaw, goading me, just hankering me to make the first move, knowing that the crowd would be on their side, and would pulverise me.Everywhere I looked. The businessman (of course), the student, the road worker, even the hobo on the street who'd pissed his pants, all voted Howard, and all were saying. Get lost, you effete, cultural lefty. You chardonnay quaffing phoney. You think we care about your fancy ideas; your compassion. Compassion is for losers who wanna get off the treadmill. We paid good money for this high tech treadmill, and no bastard is going to turn it off before I've reached the end.
I'm out of touch. I'm ostracised.
I'm toying now with the idea of selling out. I don't know where to start. Should I buy a small business, a mobile phone store? I hear some guy made $200 Million from that, maybe that'd make me feel better. Should I just go all the way and sign-up at the local Hillsong church, learn to speak in tongues?
Should I sell up in this trendy bayside suburb and buy up big in the mortgage belt? Do I get a job in a quarry? Will that help? Will that make me more Australian?
I want Howard now to do his worst. I want him to control the senate - do the Unions over good and proper, while the workers stand to one side and cheer him on. I want a few pre-emptive strikes in the neighbourhood just to underscore who's boss. I want Rupert Murdoch to own all the media and I want to ditch the ABC who've filled my head with all this soft stuff. I want cable TV with 24 hour sport.
This is working. This feels good.
OK, I want to scrap Medicare. I want Tax cuts. I want a Nuclear waste-dump in YOUR backyard. I want to be on reality TV. I want a spa-bath, and a BMW, and I want the Abos in the local park cleared out. Most of all I want respect, and if I can't earn it. Well I'm bloody well going to buy it
Johnny.. I'm all yours. Come and take me!
I spent yesterday wandering the streets in a daze. Everywhere I looked: Howard Voters. They were whispering things behind my back. I thought sometimes I could make it out: "Loser... Loser".I'd turn around to catch them but they'd put on their defiant public transport face. The 'yeah I voted Howard' grim set of the jaw, goading me, just hankering me to make the first move, knowing that the crowd would be on their side, and would pulverise me.Everywhere I looked. The businessman (of course), the student, the road worker, even the hobo on the street who'd pissed his pants, all voted Howard, and all were saying. Get lost, you effete, cultural lefty. You chardonnay quaffing phoney. You think we care about your fancy ideas; your compassion. Compassion is for losers who wanna get off the treadmill. We paid good money for this high tech treadmill, and no bastard is going to turn it off before I've reached the end.
I'm out of touch. I'm ostracised.
I'm toying now with the idea of selling out. I don't know where to start. Should I buy a small business, a mobile phone store? I hear some guy made $200 Million from that, maybe that'd make me feel better. Should I just go all the way and sign-up at the local Hillsong church, learn to speak in tongues?
Should I sell up in this trendy bayside suburb and buy up big in the mortgage belt? Do I get a job in a quarry? Will that help? Will that make me more Australian?
I want Howard now to do his worst. I want him to control the senate - do the Unions over good and proper, while the workers stand to one side and cheer him on. I want a few pre-emptive strikes in the neighbourhood just to underscore who's boss. I want Rupert Murdoch to own all the media and I want to ditch the ABC who've filled my head with all this soft stuff. I want cable TV with 24 hour sport.
This is working. This feels good.
OK, I want to scrap Medicare. I want Tax cuts. I want a Nuclear waste-dump in YOUR backyard. I want to be on reality TV. I want a spa-bath, and a BMW, and I want the Abos in the local park cleared out. Most of all I want respect, and if I can't earn it. Well I'm bloody well going to buy it
Johnny.. I'm all yours. Come and take me!