I'd be wishing all New South Welshfolk well as they flex their enfranchisement today, but it doesn't take a professional psephologist to tell you that Team Iemma will be returned, not because anyone thinks they're any good, but because the Liberals look thrice as bad. Unless something truly stupendous happens minor-party-wise, this isn't going to be a shining moment for democracy. You heard it here first, vote-spotters. Actually, you've probably been hearing it for the past three months. The only real point to this paragraph is its conspicuous use of the word "psephologist", which enables me to make my dad-ism about the silent pee, as in psurf.
Speaking of my dad, and in other news of national significance, my 'rents, my brother, and Wilbur the Wonderdog are migrating today from Sydville to the Victorian alps. This will put them practically within visiting distance, in the three-hours-on-a-train-from-Spencer-St-station- followed-by-a-60-minute-car-trip sense of visiting distance. But that's close enough. It's been a long time since I've seen the Wonderdog (not to mention my nexts of kin), and I'm keen to up and at 'em.
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The Christian Democrats looked thrice as (or perhaps thrice hundred) as unattractive the moment they put "Fred Nile Party" in brackets after their party name on my ballot paper.
Thismorning's vote was a bit of a blur, but I'm sure I stuck my good vote in for the "Freedom of Cavorting Possums Party", the "All for Alliteration Alliance" and the "Save or Sudoku Society" or whatever it's called.
Never waste my vote.
My father taught me that you're not truly exercising your democratic right until you number every last box on the senate form. One must also number from the bottom of the column up, since one should always support the little guy (or as close to the little guy as is available) over the party big wigs. It gets to be a bit of a challenge towards the end, when you're trying to figure out which of the loons is the looniest.
I have relatives in that area- well, not in Bright, more in Wangaratta and surrounds. I haven't been to Bright, but my mother likes it. You must be happy to have the dog at closer range.
Not that I mean to suggest that the dog would be the only person you would be pleased to have closer! I just realised that I inadvertently did that. I've been a clutz today- I knocked over an entire display in DJs today and I'd hadn't done that in the longest time!
Ow, Karen. I hope the DJs stand didn't return the blow.
I will be SO pleased to have the dog at close range. The dear anthropoids are an added bonus.
The DJs stand was a stand of books and other products, so it didn't hurt itself and it kindly refrained from returning the blow.
I come from a very animal-obsessed family, so we always talk about how nice it is seeing the beasties first, without meaning that we're not pleased to see each other. But of course you understand- you are the choir too, after all!
I entirely understand. I think my brother would be positively offended if I seemed more pleased to see him than Wilbur. Good to hear that your run-in with the bookstand didn't do irreparable damage.
Also, Debnam needs a makeover so he doesn't look like a Charles without the satisfaction of a tampon fantasy.
If there's a good reason why the Libs lost, that's it.
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