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The fact of the Morrison’s profound negligence regarding the COVID vaccine roll out is so obvious that even the Labor Party has finally noticed it. I really don’t want to write about this it is so ugly. And the obvious question is why when lockdowns allow, aren’t people protesting? Our feet, our brains, our wills seem to be in quicksand and everyone looks anaesthetized. Ok we’re worried but is it that simple? It is truly terrible and even the slow witted must have noticed that a lot of people are being left behind and yes it does appear sincerely to be a tragedy. The banks, despite the recent farcical Royal Commission have redoubled their prey drive and the government is actively destroying lives by encouraging vulnerable and desperate people to give up their superannuation. I really want to talk about something different I really do. The bottle shops are doing well. But for how much longer? Before people can’t even afford cask wine. I don’t do politics well. I am addicted to beauty. But where is the beauty at the moment. Nature can only do so much, and in fact whether we like to admit it or not, despite the common replacement of the man in the sky with mother nature as God, nature is killing us. Sorry to spoil your illusions. Nature is wrecking vengeance as good as any sky god and our bourgeois morality systems clearly aren’t cutting the mustard. Language games won’t save us against this threat. Individualism won’t. Identity politics won’t. Things are getting grave. People need to rediscover values of the common good. The hair splitting of the chattering classes won’t wash when there’s no money to feed us. Foolishly when summer 20-21 came people thought “It’s Over”. But no, the Virus has come back with a stronger strain and it’s quite plausible that next year it will come back with an even stronger strain and so on and so on. And more people are going to die. The disconnect we’ve felt for so long in our geographical and psychological distance from the world and from history in this country is starting to bite us on the arse. The generations born from the 80s and since have been educated without any knowledge of history, without a critical understanding of economics. Reared on American Pro-Capitalist entertainment they know no other way. They’ve been brought up thinking technology and the internet were going to be their salvation, that the gig economy was the way to go. So ignorant of the labour rights movements of the world, they have shunned unions, in turn weakening Australia’s work conditions and civic rights. Consistently voting for Right Wing Governments they have supported continual losses of rights and conditions. We have screwed over one another. Now, today in Australia, there is no People, just disconnected persons. There is no solidarity. Fighting to the death over crumbs called social media likes. I can picture it now, on his last legs the last man in a food and waterless land waits with his smart phone hoping desperately he can get a like for his selfie.

 

©MFM 2021.

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