Saturday, 7 August 2021

Over it



I’m done with being mad. I’m over being disappointed. I’m over making plans and overdue on my Library books. Back into our own forts to binge over-watched streams and repost overdone memes. Back to listening to the half-truths and half-baked apologies. Back to the blame game by different names. Back to the dilly-dallying the lollygagging fuckall coming from Canberra.  A national government with no national leadership. A bunch of slug sucking, meatloaves in dollar store suits. All for the announcement, all for the photo op, all for everything except anything of actual value.

For 127 days Scotty twiddled his thumbs while workers went out of pocket for snap lockdowns. Four months from the end of job keeper till Scotty clicked that people might need federal assistance from day one of a lockdown. It’s all fine for Scotty though during that time he got paid $ 191,108. You didn’t work for 7 days, Oh well bad luck; Scotty does fuckall, give the man of fat wad of Melba’s! Oh, but he deserves it, it must be hard to have your boots licked while your dragging your feet.

 

Australia has done better than a lot of countries in dealing with Covid, that’s true. But there’s a difference between has and is, between Australia and the Federal Government. Treating Hotel quarantine like a hot potato and penny-pinching vaccine orders has shown this Prime minister for what he is; The Engadine Midas, everything he touches turns to shit.



This stuffed suit in his ivory lodge better stop taking other’s credit, better stop passing the buck, better stop kicking the can because when the rubber meets the road, we will all spin out on Scotty’s old soup cans. I can already feel the wheels starting to lose traction, I can feel the driver course-correcting while oversteering. Rest assured that when it comes to a stop, Scotty will be there to take credit for the car not bursting into flames. I can already hear the press conferences; I can already see the handshakes. I don’t think I’m over being angry.  I think I’m just more tired than I was before. I think I’m just over it. 






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