Four Things
I can't seem to write and look after myself and do housework all at the same time. It's making me very sad but hopefully that will change in the future when I finally finally *finally* get more govt assistance.
Speaking of which, a voice to parliament must be measured by what else the government is doing. As Labor is also fascistically also kowtowing to the global capitalist predator class and trying to silence everyone's voice with potential new misinformation laws, it's a little unrealistic to expect a voice to it to be of very much benefit at all.
I can't stop listening to Angie McMahon
https://youtu.be/tIaqLjLEoc4?si=C9Ixv69XyEWncQj-
https://youtu.be/zUbdZaChu6o?si=DVh6m9bF6rggccdV
The river is gushing this morning. I can see it bubbling flat brown and white out of the corner of my eye. There is no sun and it's 11 degrees and I don't mind cos I'm going to stay in bed all day and vape Jack Herer. I can hear the river when I sleep. Children played chasey on the other side of its banks on Saturday. People fish in it and kayak down it and commune with it. It's alive. On Sunday I finally touched the trunk of the tree I've been admiring from my window. There were small wildflowers poking out of whatever the mossy grass is called. The ducks and their nine children hung about quite tamely till something sent them off barreling down the grass-slicked path and off into the water, swirling off down the river. It's amazing that everything is alive. It all hurts so much.