Civic Duty, & Heated Uric Acid

Okay, my civic duty is done. I voted, and even managed to annoy people handing out leaflets on my way in to the polling area (I am certain this surprises you not at all). I was able to assist the man in the booth next to me, when he cried out in an exasperated voice, 'Jesus Christ!' I said Jesus Christ was not in the running, so I'm sure the man is thankful that he is no longer wasting his time perusing that spreadsheet of a paper trying to find Our Lord's party and candidacy.

At the time of typing this post (1.46pm AEDT), I have no idea who's going to get in. With every fibre of my being, I'm hoping it's not the Libs. My electorate is a Nationals-saturated one, and needless to say, they shit me, too. Hereunder are my reasons why this lot just boil my piss:

1. They capitulate to odious, ranting shock jocks (yes, I'm talking about you, Alan Jones, you blathering pissant).

2. Our Federal Nationals member tried to block potentially life saving cervical cancer vaccine on the grounds it might make girls 'promiscuous'. Dude, seriously, you impregnated a staffer (who was in a job especially created by you for her), and left your wife and kids. Get of the high moral ground.  I don't care about your personal life, I just care about your hypocrisy.

3. They want to tear down and rebuild sports stadiums in Sydney that quite frankly don't need tearing down and rebuilding. When I hear about this shite after my son has told me he needs to borrow my copy of the text his English class are studying because the school does not have enough copies, my piss goes from boil to nuclear meltdown.

4. They sell off our assets. As someone who has tried dealing with the now privatised Land & Property Information, this renders me very combative.  Years ago, as a junior law clerk, I would attend the then public Land Titles Office (as it was then known) to registered various conveyancing instruments such as Deeds, or Mortgages. I would also carry out searches and obtain photocopies of Certificates of Title, and other such things. Say what you will about the public service, the place actually ran like clockwork back then. Every department had their job, and everyone did their job, and I got along with every clerk working there. One of them (tee-hee!) actually fancied me. I didn't fancy him back; he was really gross.

5. On a national level, they want to introduce the putrescent Indue Card, or cashless welfare, or as it's best referred to: economic apartheid. This is the subject of another post entirely, and I won't go into it here.

6. They won't listen to drug and alcohol experts about the benefits of introducing pill testing at music festivals, and have killed the Sydney nightlife dead as a stone.

Anyway, I've got some other work to do now. Oh, and watch this space; I anticipate the release of my novel Howling on a Concrete Moon over the next few months!