So it’s official. Australia is returning to the
1950’s freakin’ dark ages.
Remember this guy from my post a few weeks back?
Yep. It obviously struck a chord with my fellow country-folk, because he’s our new Prime Minister as of last weekend!
With Tony Abbott at the helm, this is what we have to look forward to:
Courtesy of our mining boom, we weathered the global financial crisis better than any country on the globe. Now we’re apparently too rich to help out anyone in need.
No more refugees
We’re so rich we can now afford to buy up all of Indonesia’s leaky boats before the people smugglers get to them. Innovative new plan to →
No more climate change
Since Abbot believes climate change is just a load of “crap”, there’s no more need for any kind of forward environmental planning.
More ironing for housewives
I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to get back to the…
1. Volunteer for Mars.
2. Become a refugee.
The other day my hairdresser told me about a backpacker who overstayed her Visa. She escaped on an Indonesian boat and is now happily posting Facebook updates from Nepal! I’m all up with the squatting toilet now, so this is sounding good. One small problem: They’re stopping all the boats!
3. Become a hippie.
The same hairdresser asked me if I want to join her setting up a commune. All I need is $100,000. Sigh. Apparently it costs money to drop out of society, these days.
4. Wash it all down with Martini and write this blog.
The 50′s were good for something, at least.
”Cause we’re all doomed, even if we’re livin’ on the moon…’
~ Brett Amaker & the Rodeo
If someone offered you a ticket, would you move to Mars?