I don’t usually talk politics. But I’m making an exception today.
It was Federal election time here in Australia last Saturday. The campaigning by the two major parties was lack lustre, long, long winded and full of innuendos and bad mouthing of the opposition. Not a lot of substance, and not exactly inspiring for anyone who wanted to get a grip on the issues and party platforms. As far as I’m concerned that’s just plain rude and childish. We teach our children better manners. Why is it so hard for politicians to be honest and just tell us what their plans are ?! And why do they all suddenly love to kiss and cuddle babies ?! As for the gaffs! That poster in the top middle row is a statement actually made by a politician about where he shops in his electorate. And he expects people to clap and vote for him. Seriously ?!
Saturday afternoon I took myself to the local primary school gymnasium to join the queues waiting to have names ticked off on the electoral roll indicating they had voted. It’s compulsory. Vote or be fined. Half an hour later having got the two ballot papers I headed to the secret cardboard chamber to cast my vote. And looked in bewilderment at the looooong sheet of white paper with lists of various candidates and parties waiting to be picked to lead this great nation of ours to bigger and better things. Apparently. So many unknowns and weirdos. If the campaigning and past records are any measure of what we are to expect then they will lead us deeper into debt. But I did my duty and had my say.
Two days later and they still cannot tell us who will be governing our country. It’s too close to call. The most likely scenario is a hung parliament.
© Raili Tanska