More champagne*
It’s like waking up from an 11-year nightmare.
I remember after the last election coming into work on Monday morning and the collective feeling of deflation, defeatedness and just not knowing the fuck what the rest of the country must have been thinking… I was seriously considering a move to New Zealand.
Now, I’m as cynical a gen-Xer as you can get. When it comes to cultural cringe… I mean, I even hate the Australian cricket team. As a thirty-something gen-Xer, I’m old enough to remember Andrew Peacock, frustrated by Bob Hawke and then by Paul Keating, and the Libs looking around desperately, thinking “Shit, who the fuck can we put up as leader now?” They even tried Alexander for a few months before nobody else was available and they had to give it to the short, balding man with the speech impediment.
“But he’s a nob!” I thought.
And I still think that.
And I think, how does someone stay in a seat for 33 years? How complacent can people be? And now, on election night, I still wonder how nobs like Tony Abbott keep getting re-elected. Don’t you ever wonder that?
But despite the ingrained cynicism, I’m a little bit excitedabout the future, though I should say, I have been drinking.
Now I just have to find another job and then all will be right with the world.
