YELLOW IS NOT OUR COLOUR
AUSTRALIA NEEDS A MOVEMENT WHERE WE CAN WHINGE AND BITCH ABOUT POLITICIANS, WITHOUT A YELLOW VEST IN SIGHT
Yellow vests could mean a lot of things – drive slower, be aware, danger, look at me look at me ... In France, it means some of the people are bitterly unhappy with their Government and the way the country is being run.
Tens-of-thousands of people have been donning yellow vests and joining the movement of discontent.
I noticed a couple of weeks ago there was a similar rally at Mooloolaba where about 20 turned up. That’s right, 20.
That says it all as far as I am concerned, because if you listen to people in the street or read the newspaper and listen to media broadcasts, we in Australia are bitterly disappointed with our Government and basically our political system, but we don’t do anything about it.
I am not saying that the yellow vest movement is right.
I do agree with quite a bit of it, but it looks like what works in France doesn’t get much traction on our shores.
Maybe we should start another movement. Pick a natural colour – say, beige – which won’t bring unwanted attention to us in case the riot squad gets launched against us and call it the Bland Band.
We can gather to whinge and bitch to each other about how bad our major parties are and how flawed our Senate is and lament hypocritical statements from our politicians who say we shouldn’t expect to get a pension as the country can’t afford it, all why they have their back supports on so they don’t do themselves an injury while they extract as much as they can out of the public trough.
While we are all whingeing, we can question how much Federal pollies spend sending out backslapping propaganda about what a good job they do, with photos included on nice glossy paper.
We can ask why a husband and wife get one each, posted to their residential address, as well as the husband getting one sent to his place of work.
Let’s do the math on that. Average electorate numbers are about 100,000 plus one for each work person sounds expensive to me, at three-times-a-year minimum, all to tell us what a good job they are doing.
I would have thought that money could be better spent in the electorate, adding to the good that they are saying they are doing.
That really could make a difference.
And they could then maybe rely on the good they are doing by word of mouth and deeds. Now there is an idea: deeds! The Bland Band could whinge about all this and more, like politicians’ expenses and the definition of what is a rort and what is an actual expense.
The list is endless of what can be talked about at the Bland Band’s meetings.
A for Australia; a bigger A for apathy.
We are deadest the best at it and I reckon the Bland Band will really catch on – and a bit like that lot in Canberra: nothing will happen.
“PICK A NATURAL COLOUR – SAY, BEIGE – WHICH WON’T BRING UNWANTED ATTENTION TO US IN CASE THE RIOT SQUAD GETS LAUNCHED AGAINST US AND CALL IT THE BLAND BAND.”