Morning after the election.
We rejected Trumpism and Americanism, as represented by the conservative party and their leader, the 'Temu Trump'. THANKYOULORD.
The conservative party leader lost his seat.
That is, he didn't get re-elected into parliament. Just as in the UK, a party leader still has to hold their seat in order to lead the party (and so lead the Government or the Opposition). I have no idea if we've ever had a party that got into power but the leader lost their seat. I don't think so, because otherwise I'd have heard of it.
Anyway, Mister Dutto:
AM I EVER GONNA SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN??
[waits for some 15 million voices to rise with the response – the other 13 million being too young to remember the song, or oblivious to the relevant answer]
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Not only did the 'centrist' party stay in power, they gained seats. So now they don't just have a majority government (as compared to having to make a deal with independents outside their parties and other small parties to form a minority government) they have a HUGE MAJORITY government.
( not what I wanted, but I'll take it )
There are good outcomes which are possible from this, the question is how it all fall out going forward.
–
My candidate didn't make it.
( the good, the bad, and the unfortunate )
By and large, it was wonderful to work with these volunteers, to chat and share and commisserate, to discuss politics and what we thought about this and that, to make the jokes that you can make with people who feel the same way about the variou politics and political candidates, and to, yes, 'trauma-bond'.
So, it seems I have another social circle...
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This morning I woke up at 6am as my body alarm roused me. I lay in bed for a while and scrolled social media. I got out of bed, drank some coffee and thought about going somewhere, and instead kind of...frittered the day away until hockey.
Hockey was fun, although we were playing against a team who dropped from A-grade. They were good and cunning, but we were young(ish) and energetic. They beat us 3-1, but our goal was a lovely one.
I had a great run down the side – one handed, with a former coach yelling 'both hands, Sel, both hands on the stick” in my head – and got it into the circle, but couldn't get it fast enough across to the woman in front of the goal. DARN.
Nevertheless, a few people clearly thought I did a decent job. I actually had some marks down on the MVP sheet.
I skipped church. So tired.
And now (at last!) I'm going to bed.
My last act for this campaign – at some point when I wake up in the middle of the night - will be to take down the corflutes we stuck all over the area. Unfortunately, it means the smug bastard MP's face will remain everywhere after we take my candidates posters down. UGH.
Still, it's gotta be done.
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Finally, I'm grumpy at a friend who commented (generally, on his FB, not aimed specifically at me) about the corflutes still being up.
There are two hundred of us, only fifty of us were really active on the campaign, and I'm FUCKING EXHAUSTED, Fraser. I think 'by the end of the weekend' is not too much to ask!
I love him, but frankly, he can be an asshole.
We rejected Trumpism and Americanism, as represented by the conservative party and their leader, the 'Temu Trump'. THANKYOULORD.
The conservative party leader lost his seat.
That is, he didn't get re-elected into parliament. Just as in the UK, a party leader still has to hold their seat in order to lead the party (and so lead the Government or the Opposition). I have no idea if we've ever had a party that got into power but the leader lost their seat. I don't think so, because otherwise I'd have heard of it.
Anyway, Mister Dutto:
AM I EVER GONNA SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN??
[waits for some 15 million voices to rise with the response – the other 13 million being too young to remember the song, or oblivious to the relevant answer]
--
Not only did the 'centrist' party stay in power, they gained seats. So now they don't just have a majority government (as compared to having to make a deal with independents outside their parties and other small parties to form a minority government) they have a HUGE MAJORITY government.
( not what I wanted, but I'll take it )
There are good outcomes which are possible from this, the question is how it all fall out going forward.
–
My candidate didn't make it.
( the good, the bad, and the unfortunate )
By and large, it was wonderful to work with these volunteers, to chat and share and commisserate, to discuss politics and what we thought about this and that, to make the jokes that you can make with people who feel the same way about the variou politics and political candidates, and to, yes, 'trauma-bond'.
So, it seems I have another social circle...
-
This morning I woke up at 6am as my body alarm roused me. I lay in bed for a while and scrolled social media. I got out of bed, drank some coffee and thought about going somewhere, and instead kind of...frittered the day away until hockey.
Hockey was fun, although we were playing against a team who dropped from A-grade. They were good and cunning, but we were young(ish) and energetic. They beat us 3-1, but our goal was a lovely one.
I had a great run down the side – one handed, with a former coach yelling 'both hands, Sel, both hands on the stick” in my head – and got it into the circle, but couldn't get it fast enough across to the woman in front of the goal. DARN.
Nevertheless, a few people clearly thought I did a decent job. I actually had some marks down on the MVP sheet.
I skipped church. So tired.
And now (at last!) I'm going to bed.
My last act for this campaign – at some point when I wake up in the middle of the night - will be to take down the corflutes we stuck all over the area. Unfortunately, it means the smug bastard MP's face will remain everywhere after we take my candidates posters down. UGH.
Still, it's gotta be done.
–
Finally, I'm grumpy at a friend who commented (generally, on his FB, not aimed specifically at me) about the corflutes still being up.
There are two hundred of us, only fifty of us were really active on the campaign, and I'm FUCKING EXHAUSTED, Fraser. I think 'by the end of the weekend' is not too much to ask!
I love him, but frankly, he can be an asshole.