Another day ruined for me by a few hundred people arriving in boats four or five thousand kilometres away and seeking refuge in our enormous and sparsely-populated nation of twenty two million people.
As I drove back from work on a dangerous highway between unrepaired black spots I marvelled that anyone could care about issues other than unannounced maritime arrivals. While I was waiting at an underfunded emergency department to see a doctor there was nothing that could distract me from thinking about how crowded the country would get in twenty thousand years if they kept coming at that rate. When I got home to the tiny flat we’re stuck renting because investors have priced us out of any hope of ever buying a home of our own, I despaired at the notion that do-gooder leftists have bullied the government into not deliberately keeping refugee families apart like in the good old days. As I filled in my credit card details for the unmanageable private school fees we’re forced to pay so that our kids don’t miss out on a decent education at the impoverished local public school, I wondered when the politicians would finally devote some serious energy to protecting the precious national borders I’ve never seen before in my life.
God I can’t wait for Tony Abbott to become PM and spend a huge amount of taxpayer money STOPPING THE BOATS. There are few issues that impact on my daily life more.