Surely my country can’t do this to me

In six days time this man could be Australia’s next prime minister.  Seriously.

Could we stand turning on the TV each night and seeing this?

Could we handle him strutting the world stage?

What would I do to stop this happening?

Do a nuddy run around the block (and please note that it’s still winter in this neck of the woods).

Listen to every Red House Painters song in chronological order.

Read Atonement.

Eat only celery.

Anything.

The things we do to men…and each other

Image from Michael Yon’s blog.

As noted previously on Fluttering Under, we’re in the middle of a federal election campaign here on this big old island called Australia, and – in a way – it feels like there’s a war.

This election feels like a war between wanting to move forward (even just a little) and being dragged back to our dim dark past, between accepting that some things are complex and dumbing things down to win votes, between being open to diversity and opposing difference, between hope and fear.

If only we could live in a world without politics.

Living in a world without war wouldn’t be such a bad thing either.

Would it make things better to have more women in power?

Is it wrong to be an idealist?

I don’t know.  I just don’t.

I’m rambling.

Stop.

PS. My apologies if this post gives you visions of John Lennon.

PPS. And apologies if this post is a little on the grim side – I’m reading American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis, and it’s doing my head in, as it should.