Cut me a bit of slack. I fell asleep in the chair after my dinner of roast chook. It's now after midnight, meaning it's no longer the 2 Dec. That day 40 years ago was when Gough Whitlam and the ALP swept to power. I was twenty, a national serviceman, at Puckapunyal, this day was our march out parade after completing recruit training. Back then, the voting age was 21, so I didn't have a vote.
Back then I was anti Gough. Brainwashed by propoganda and ANZAC bullshit.
I was wrong. Gough was a great man. How I wish politicians of today shared his courage. We are a puppet of the USA. I went out to dinner last night in Berwick. The whole suburban vista is a mirror image of life in America. It stinks, and I leave out the obvious swear word descriptives that spring to my mind in deference to those quality people who read and do not like bad language.
Forty years on. Here I am. It's a hard thing, to realize you were duped, in such a profound way. No effing way it would happen again. Unfortunately Australia is no more than a puppet state of the US.
Just look around. It's sick man. But I'm not part of it. I'm out there growing vegies and clinging to my values and doing what I can.
Gough you are a legend.
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