Update: Richard Fernandez on our own feast of Crispian. In case Wretchard the Cat ever notices this, which is ridiculously unlikely, I think the basic problem was that the average Aussie was pissed off. Maybe not about all the same things but largely in one direction about some key things. Wages have stagnated for years and many people seem worse off despite working harder and harder. It’s harder to buy a home and have kids than it ever was. Regulation is rampant and the economy is struggling, not least because our greatest assets are hobbled by politics and political interests that are not in the public’s interest. Plus, polls have been meaningless globally since 2016. Anyway, Australia lives to fight another day! (On quite different but simultaneous matters, things in La Reppublica of Italia are hotting up and pj media reckons their socialists are in a snit! Happy Days!)
Welcome to the day after.
By this evening I guess most ALP and Greens supporters have dragged themselves up off the carpet, if they didn’t actually drown in their own leftist tears overnight. The prescription meds, the coffee machines, the suddenly booked holidays and massage retreats, the iPhones must have been working overtime today, the poor sooks.
The Liberal National coalition plucked an unlikely victory out of the din and barrage of this election’s fray like a ‘miracle’. For those unfamiliar with Australia we are at heart a bucolic, practical nation. We don’t like people pissing in our pockets and telling us it’s raining, which many of us now strongly suspect has been happening on both sides of the aisle for perhaps longer than we care to think.
There was a saying once that Australians are just happy Poms. But it’s more than that (although it is partly that too). The size of Australia, its heat and isolation, its many freedoms and the costs, all pound the Australian mindset into shape. My Country is old, hot and unforgiving. Hot sun and hard work have an equalising effect and this is partly why old class and religious distinctions of England and Europe never settled easily down under.
These days, the world’s resources are also in your hand so distance is really the only impediment left. And we have grown a little soft and a little lazy. There has always been some misunderstanding about Aussies, as a rule we’re not lazy we just work when we have to but when we knock off we really knock off. We truly work to live not live to work. And we will always give someone a hand if they need it.
I am not now and have never been a member of a political party but as an Australian I will say that when things have looked dire, we’ve never been gutless wimps or ‘quitters’ as the losing but not quitting former Federal Member for Warringah said last night in an excellent and graceful farewell speech.
Scott Morrison (returning PM), seems a fairly straight up and down bloke who (very importantly for Aussie deplorables, irredeemables or upside down normies) doesn’t seem up himself. He comes across as not too doctrinaire or establishment but with a due dose of patriotism. He isn’t much of a quitter he reckons either. Time will tell.
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
That is a teeny bit over the top for an Aussie election but OTOH, the Left is so incapable of grace and it is experiencing an emotional bloodbath so I might as well indulge in some crowing. Bwahahahaha.
Our media (i.e. We the taxpayer’s state broadcaster, the ABC) was simply a picture to watch last night. My dear better half was transfixed by the Opposition leader’s robotic wife in a severe red dress whom he described as a zombie in shock. Oh, the glum faces, the confusion, the tears! Sky’s coverage was good if only for Chris Bowen’s reactions alone, which were schadenfreudelicious. Thing is, the vote count was steady, the LNP took an early lead last night and they just never looked back. It was MAYBE a mini-Trump election.
Glenn Reynolds often refers to the powerful US media as Democrat operatives and shills spewing coordinated talking points, and revolving doors between the Washington Beltway and CNN, NBC, MSNBC and the other alphabet networks. This phenomenon of in-crowd fungibility (which is really anti-law and order nepotism) was displayed with amazing vulgarity and professional seamlessness during the Obama celebrity administration, and of course during Bill Clinton’s abominable waste of time too.
We have our own media shills here in Australia and they just took a whipping. They’ve all been left gasping that the pre-polls lied! OMG!
No shit, Sherlock. Polls haven’t been important since 2016.
I’ve counted four or five elections in a row now where each time the ALP and its far-left spawn blames us, the electorate: we got it wrong, we were misled, we are meaner, more easily duped and more heartless than they thought we were, we all need to die.
That last bit I made up, but the implicit disdain for the voters shown by the Australian Left is truly a sight to behold. Politically of course though, it is so November 7, 2016. Why on earth does any Australian still put up with the leftist mob?
Where I live on Oz, the kookaburras, parrots and magpies fly overhead and right now, the white cockatoos are feeding on the grass under autumn leaves. This region is known for fine micron wool, the town is known for tradies, military and footy fields; and we have a largely non-hectic but not uniformly wealthy existence. From 5 am most days, the utes begin to pull out of the driveways, by 8 am the second cars head off with kids in tow.
This town has gum trees, a town park, a council chambers and houses and flats that stretch over gentle, undulating hills. In the distance is a small city. By the late Australian afternoon, the sunlight over this place is beautiful, but to be fair that same lovely light falls no matter where you are on this fine continent. Australia, you know you’re standing in it! Happy days!