The current Australian political climate feels like a dystopian nightmare.
I’ve voted in 3 federal elections. The first election I was excited. Excited that I was able to add my tiny voice to the democratic conglomerate. The second election I was hopeful. Hopeful that the majority of humans I share this island with took notice that the politicians weren’t doing their jobs and weren’t interested in improving the lives of the people they govern.
This third election I was angry. Angry that we go through prime ministers like sauce bottles at a Bunnings charity barbecue. Angry that scientists are being ignored in favour of returning to the “good ol days”. Angry that toxic historical patterns continue to be repeated over and over again.
I hate the way the media talk about politics. Watching the live count for the federal election was like watching a horse race. Wins and losses centred around individual egos. It reminds me of the year 6 school captain votes. We’ve been promised coca-cola in the bubblers, even though realistically we know that reality can never exist.
If modern humanity isn’t wiped out by climate change, future generations will look back on this period and judge us harshly the way we judge those who were conditioned by political propaganda in the history books. As the humans who have the most access to information, have we really learned nothing ?
Apparently the answer is yes.