How could you be so wrong?
I thought you’d never ask. And in fact, you haven’t – but I’ll reply just the same to your unanswered question about who I would vote for if the big poll was tomorrow.
Simple really, I’d go for the guy they say hasn’t got enough experience.
You might think that’s strange. But I don’t feel I’ve any reason to worry.
And I reckon it’s time for a change. Absolutely. The other lot have been in power for long enough. It’s a time to be different. And he is.
For various reasons. I mean, no one quite like him has been a candidate before.
Which has meant he’s been getting a bit of stick along the way, particularly from a stroppy woman.
But he’s coped with her style of campaigning, taken it all in his stride, been mild and good-tempered even when she’s been extra shrill and really rather nasty.
He’s sidestepped mudslinging, avoided hissy fits, shrugged off events in the past.
Instead, he talks about a shared future, even admits the odd mistake or two – which is almost unique in this political process. The old rule was – and still is for some – never admit you were wrong.
All of which has got to his rival who’s been rather short-tempered, even angry at times. And digging for dirt. Quite revealing.
Which simply makes my man’s smile and calm, smooth manner all the more attractive to me. That’s why I’d vote for him tomorrow.
And believe me, it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s black.
What do you mean? Of course he’s black. Or, more precisely, Barack Obama is brown. He’s my man.
Oh! You thought I was talking about our election?
Now, that’s different. Sorry, but I’ll never give you an answer on where my vote is going here.
But, I’m still puzzled. Surely you realised it was about “over there” when I got into that business about a shrill woman, a grumpy opponent and the cheap stuff that’s been flying around, claims of inexperience, the need for change and all that.
I can’t imagine how you became so confused!
Talking about our election and the understandable weight put on crime, public safety, slamming cell doors and throwing away the keys, etc, here’s my manifesto:
With all the campaign chat about home detention, yes and no, why not simply make the house arrest rules tougher?
Including my formula: When the plea is “I’ll be extra good if you let me serve my time at home”, give the crim the choice. Okay, but whatever the jail sentence is – including those muchcriticised and ridiculous early outs for good behaviour – double the term for the soft option of home detention, shared soft beds, etc.
Sample: One year inside or two years at home. And by two years we mean two years. Simple as that. In the mailbag: “I am a mortgage broker of the very ordinary kind, who simply helps people to do debt consolidation and home renovations. I’m often asked for financial advice and invariably tell people to:
“1. Save some money every week, and put any extra in an interest bearing local bank account. This is your emergency fund.
“2. Do not invest in the sharemarket, you are not rich enough to lose money.
“3. Do not invest in residential investment property unless you are content to pay out $200 per week for someone else to live in your rental property. Capital gain is not guaranteed and you cannot eat it.
“4. Do not invest in property which still has to be built.
“A young friend, with a very rich father, wanted to buy a new apartment in one of the classy developments. A substantial deposit was required. I told her to wait until it was built and she could obtain clear title. It all turned to custard a few weeks ago, and she is very glad that the voice of reason had spoken.
“An older couple invested all their savings and took out a mortgage to purchase two city apartments.
“When the apartments were completed, they were so ugly that they decided to quit them ASAP. They now have only their own home and a mortgage.
“I know four families who are desperate to quit residential investment properties, which they are struggling to keep afloat financially, and one couple who have already lost theirs, adding $40,000 to the mortgage on their own home, when the property sold at mortgagee sale.
“It is not a pretty picture, and there are many more stories out there.”
– Irena Dahlstrom
This is not new, but it’s worth a replay in such gloomy times when there’s very little to smile about:
“The worldwide knock-on from the great bank disaster goes on.
“In Japan, Origami Bank has folded, Sumo Bank has gone belly up and Bonsai Bank plans to cutback some branches. Kimono Bank assets are under wraps.
“Karaoke Bank is for sale and likely will go for a song. Shares in Kamikaze Bank were suspended after they nosedived.
“Back-office staff at Karate Bank got the chop.
“Analysts report something fishy at Sushi Bank, staff fear they may get a raw deal.
“Thousands of Toyota workers could be down the road. Mitsubishi hopes for a zero impact.
“The knives are out at Hara-kiri Bank which expects cuts, and Fuji Bank is under a mountain of debt.”
I also liked, from a Fairfax newspaper selection of market crash gallows humour, the character who summed it all up as worse than a divorce – he’d lost half of his possessions and still had his wife.
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