I’m going to be frank. The political nonsense at home and abroad has pushed me to this point. I’m entering a detox until election day.
Whether Dutton wrests control of the Prime Ministership this morning or tomorrow, it’s irrelevant. I’m done. I’ve reached the political hilt. Clickbait, spillbait, the lot of it. In the language of Popeye, that’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more.
BREAKING Liberal Ministers Michael Sukkar and Zed Seselja have formally tendered their resignations to the Prime Minister this morning, refusing Malcolm Turnbull’s offer to remain as Ministers despite voting for Peter Dutton #auspol
— Kieran Gilbert (@Kieran_Gilbert) 22 August 2018
Over in the US, Donald Trump’s lawyer implicated him in a criminal conspiracy, and his former campaign chair, Paul Manafort was found guilty of taxual misdealings on the same morning. That evening, Donald’s supporters chose not to ask questions of him, instead they dusted off their antique battle cry of ‘lock her up’, in reference to jailing Hillary Rodham Clinton. Hey, I liked 2016, too. I felt like it meant something. There was an antagonist to fight, change to be won, et cetera.
— The Big Smoke (@TheBigSmokeAU) 22 August 2018
So, that’s it. I need a sabbatical. I’m stepping away from the daily wars I wage in comments with people I don’t know. I’m stepping away from that topic of conversation if my friends ask. No more Question Time, No more Reddit. Chuck Todd, bye babe. Which is a bit of a shame, because I feel juvenile doing it. I personally entered the sphere of political thought, because I felt I had the responsibility to do so, it was an adult thing. You could no longer just read the sports pages of broadsheets and donkey vote. You’re old enough to have an opinion, and you’re old enough to shape the direction of the country.
It’s naivety. The only thing we got to choose was marriage equality, we won a small majority in a vote we really shouldn’t have had. While we might sharpen our best barbs on the hope that it might be featured on the QandA ticker, or better, say them in person; all in an aid to make ourselves heard and make them squirm, it’s a denial. We change nothing. Those in power serve themselves. You can see it in the eyes of our ‘elected’, as they choose not to govern, but snipe, backstab and name-call just like two dirty faced schoolyard antagonists threaten to smash the other party at the flagpole after school, and choose to disrupt the lesson to promote that fight.
I would really like to enjoy this season of #houseofcardsoz except that it’s just so embarrassing to the rest of the world. C’mon #auspol , grow up and do some governing 😑 #libspill #killingseason2 https://t.co/tlAvLGxPGM
— Peter Branjerdporn (@peterbranj) 22 August 2018
So, I’m on a political detox. I’m going cold turkey from these turkeys. Wake me up when it’s democracy sausage day. Until then, enjoy your spill.