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Friday, November 23, 2007
J'Endorse
I don't even know if that means anything in French.
If you look hard enough and listen to people that are not me, that might be a metaphor for this election. I don't wanna go into it.
For those who are old enough and such poor judges of character to have known me since the last election, you will note much less campaign action on the blog this time around when compared to the great Latham Supernova ..
there are reassons, but i'd like to keep this a tight post. I blame the keyboard on this new laptop. It feels like i'm punching a sponge everytime I type. I blame, I blame, I blame ... but ,"The blame game must stop !" as Kevin might say .. but hang on, i'm getting off message ..
As we all know, Government is the weakest point of democracy.
The punters, the chicks in short shorts, the blokes, the hoi polloi, the riff raff, the mob that think they know what's right for every one else, the - don't forget to breathe - Pier's Akerman's of this world, it's the messy mass of this mob that, are, if you'll allow me to go all Hillsong, the juiced up strength of our DemoKracy ..
Tomorrow, this blog urges it's readership to vote for change.
I don't even remember the March 96 election but I remember seeing a sad Paul Keating in sunglasses walking through Manuka on a Winter Sunday afternoon in 96. I was going for coffee and was callow. He had a hired goon walking with him.
Keating was right. When you change the Government you change the country. But, on a deeper French type of level that will get you the chicks - when the people change, the Government changes and the Government does what the goddam country wants it to do.
Saying that, what kind of drink would my election night be if the Government changes ? (He asks a lot of questions, Kevin). Maybe a banana smoothy with nostalgia and imaginings of the future running through it like an Amazonian nutritional supplement.
And if I am inclined to reflect while I slurp up the night, I imagine between drinks, nibblies and mingling I might, just might, end up contemplating the beauty of a nation prepared to change. Peut-etre. ( I am doing French at night school ! )
If you look hard enough and listen to people that are not me, that might be a metaphor for this election. I don't wanna go into it.
For those who are old enough and such poor judges of character to have known me since the last election, you will note much less campaign action on the blog this time around when compared to the great Latham Supernova ..
there are reassons, but i'd like to keep this a tight post. I blame the keyboard on this new laptop. It feels like i'm punching a sponge everytime I type. I blame, I blame, I blame ... but ,"The blame game must stop !" as Kevin might say .. but hang on, i'm getting off message ..
As we all know, Government is the weakest point of democracy.
The punters, the chicks in short shorts, the blokes, the hoi polloi, the riff raff, the mob that think they know what's right for every one else, the - don't forget to breathe - Pier's Akerman's of this world, it's the messy mass of this mob that, are, if you'll allow me to go all Hillsong, the juiced up strength of our DemoKracy ..
Tomorrow, this blog urges it's readership to vote for change.
I don't even remember the March 96 election but I remember seeing a sad Paul Keating in sunglasses walking through Manuka on a Winter Sunday afternoon in 96. I was going for coffee and was callow. He had a hired goon walking with him.
Keating was right. When you change the Government you change the country. But, on a deeper French type of level that will get you the chicks - when the people change, the Government changes and the Government does what the goddam country wants it to do.
Saying that, what kind of drink would my election night be if the Government changes ? (He asks a lot of questions, Kevin). Maybe a banana smoothy with nostalgia and imaginings of the future running through it like an Amazonian nutritional supplement.
And if I am inclined to reflect while I slurp up the night, I imagine between drinks, nibblies and mingling I might, just might, end up contemplating the beauty of a nation prepared to change. Peut-etre. ( I am doing French at night school ! )
