Friday, 23 June 2017

Commotion About The Motion

'You must be the change you wish to see in the world.' - Gandhi

'We are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.' - Aristotle

'The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes.' - Marcel Proust

 'The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.' - Oscar Wilde

'Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.' - Dorothy Parker

'Whaddya fucken doing, ya fucken idiot?!!  Fucken learn to fucken drive, why don't ya?!!!' - Me

I'm not sure that my quote is as profound as those I've listed from Gandhi et al, but my giddy aunt it was an appropriate one when I directed it to the  braindead carbon based life form who today, with no knowledge whatsoever of road rules pertaining to roundabout etiquette, took to the road behind the wheel of some old jalopy and nearly ploughed into me at the roundabout near where I work, when I was en route to hand in my time sheet.

It has been a trying week in some ways.  I have been as busy as a one-armed fan dancer and being a Friday night, I wish I could say my working week is over.  Alas, it is not, for I am rostered to do some work tomorrow morning, as well.  But I have relaxed over a huuuge glass of wine this evening.  My early morning work call for tomorrow prevents me having more, but maybe tomorrow?

My social media feed has been focusing on things about which I'm quite sure I am incapable of giving a rat's arse.  People seem to be losing their shiz over Greens senator Larissa Waters breastfeeding her infant in Parliament, whilst passing a motion.  I should clarify that it was the senator passing the motion, and not the baby.  The views I have read are pretty evenly divided between those in support, and those who think this is the most abhorrent and offensive phenomenon since some sadistic chef threw old cake, sherry and custard into a bowl and called it 'trifle'.  Look, this is MY blog, and I happen to think trifle is an offensive and abhorrent thing, okay?  Just indulge me a little, okay?  I am honestly not bothered that she did this, because I am all for breastfeeding.  I am not going to decry this as a publicity stunt because having breastfed my own children, I am aware they tend not to time it that well.  It is highly possible the kid was chowing down when it was the senator's turn to speak.  From what I understand of Parliament's machinations, particularly when motions are being tabled, one can't really leave the room because one loses one's chance.  And let's get some perspective here, folks: the kid was having a feed, and not running around being disruptive, pulling on the hems of parliamentarians' trousers, or squealing, or puking on the floor, or drawing on the walls.  This is a BABY who is not ambulatory and is being fed.  It's better the bub get a feed than carry on squawking and grizzling and whining, which from what I've seen on Question Time is really the province of the sitting members.

Also, it's all over the news Roxy Jacenko's husband has been released from prison. Again, I'm not sure why this is news.  She can collect him in a jet, in a Monaro, in a garbage truck, or on a skateboard; why is it news?  He fucked up, he served his sentence, he's out.  Nothing to see here, folks; move on.  On a side note, why are these people famous, anyway?

Regarding my previous post on 'Ministers of the Clown', it seems the Court has accepted the apology of Tudge, Sukkar, and Hunt.  Then I read the matter's not completely over yet.  Watching with interest, and hoping other MPs learn from their fuck-up, er, little mistake.

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