Say hello to a conservative government, not a liberal government, under Tony Abbott. *cries*
bienvenue à ma blague, lol!!
I’m not sure what it’s going to be like for me under the leadership of a dude who is not only personally, but in a legislative sense opposed to the stem-cell research that could one day save my life if I was ever unfortunate enough to be seriously sick, who is against the termination of my pregnancy if I was one day unfortunate enough to be raped, who is dismissive of the science behind evolution and global warming. Like yeah sure he’s probably a nice guy and it would be fine if he was only something like my neighbour but do I really want him running the country that I live in? Hmm
Today is my last exam! At 12:30 I have art which should be heaps easy. It only goes for an hour and a half and considering I’ve lost two marks in my assessments over the course of the year I think I should be ok!
It’s the best study because I love the artworks I’m writing about, and the art history and cultural history is heaps interesting. I write about Japanese ukiyo-e printmaker Katshushika Hokusai and Australian printmaker Margaret Preston.
Chrysanthemum and Bee 1833 by Hokusai
Mt. Fuji as seen through a grove of bamboo (date unknown)
Mt. Fuji at dawn near Oiso (date unknown)
I’m not sure if I’ll talk about The Great Wave of Kanagawa 1820
Margaret Preston’s “Sydney Heads (2) 1925
Bird of Paradise 1925
My favourite, The Expulsion (From the Garden of Eden) 1925
I would kill to own a Margaret Preston. They are so stunning! I love the colours and the flatness of them and how Australia they are. It helps that I love native Australian plants!
do you know that churches in australia (and probably in many other countries) are exempt from anti-discrimination laws?
that means that they can dismiss a fucking window cleaner if he finds out he’s gay
can not hire a woman to fucking SWEEP THE PATHS because she’s in a de-facto relationship
could fire a dishwasher because he’s black
as churches are Australia’s largest privately owned companies
and Australia’s biggest employers after the government
this is a fucked up thing
Why has pretty much every Australian Defence Force member I’ve run into contact with been embarrassing, racist, imbecilic and ugly in all senses of the word?
A good friend’s boyfriend is in the army, and he is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. But I swear the majority are just truly fucked up people with violent objectives.
In a recent “discussion” on asylum (ASYLUM!!!) seekers, Abbott said:
"…they can’t expect five star treatment, not even four star treatment"
YEAH BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO PRESERVE THE LIVES OF THEMSELVES AND THEIR FAMILY WANT
THEY WANT A FUCKING LUXURY HOLIDAY EXPERIENCE
WHY ARE PEOPLE SO FUCKING HEARTLESS AND THEY DON’T REALISE IT?
Raymond was born on the 15th of March 1934 at St Leonard’s Women’s Hospital, Kipling. His descent from womb to world signified the beginning of his life, his bane. There was something wrong with Raymond’s face, there was something missing. The first thought that ran through McClusky’s mother, Gina McClusky nee Hollier’s mind when she first held Raymond, was why had God given her, a good and pious woman, a deformed baby?
“It is called a hare lip,” the doctor had told her, “and I’ve never actually seen one before, only in textbooks. You could probably get it stitched up, but I can’t do it here, I don’t have sufficient equipment. You’d have to go to Sydney.”
But they never went.
Typical of Gina’s ignorance, she had always wondered why her child was so troubled. For us, it isn’t hard to understand how McClusky ended up the way he did, for Gina was a remarkably strange woman herself.
But it’s not to say it had always been so.
It wasn’t until her husband took off in ’45 to meet a pen pal in Sydney, never to return, that Gina’s dormant absurdities bubbled over into a grotesque eruption.
Gina, a tough broad from a long line of tough broads, thought her estranged husband a bludger and a shirker for not only running away from his new family, but from running away from his responsibility of going to war. In a rage that was worsened by the absence of her lithium tablets, Gina would regularly send hen’s feathers to her mother-in-law’s house in Sydney, where she presumed he would be staying. Alas, he never was. In fact, McClusky Senior’s brother, Abel, had recently died on the Western Front, and Gina had been distressing the grieving family.
Gina guessed that her hubby had buggered off to chase some skirt, and that made her want to wear pants. She had an internal burning (which she had the doctor check) for change.
Gina wanted to evolve.
After her husband left, she almost unbuttoned (she thought zips were dangerous) her epidermis and slipped out of it (excuse the repellent analogy) to reveal a whole new person. Gina started:
· To dress differently; far more conservatively,
· To talk differently; far more conservatively, and
· To craft tapestries at home, alone; in a conservative manner.
Gina became more zealous in her religious beliefs and after a while, become known as quite the proselyte, or Tyke, as we used to call them. If one were to run into her on the street, one would be there for an hour-long sermon.