March flies

My daughter marched in March with her mother and her mother’s friends.

I chatted to them (the adults, afterwards) and, this is being nice, they have a  desperately weak grasp of the grab bag of issues that they were protesting. It’s seemed like more of a social occasion with falsetto anger.

I asked my daughter what issue caught her eye. She said ‘save the sharks’. Being a surfer I told her that I’d prefer it if they nuked the sharks. I said this to open the door to her mind; I would like to see her think and not just follow.

The march in March people had many issues, most of them centered on the policies of our federal government. In particular they dislike Tony Abbott. I am not much of a fan myself.

And yet, their rather uneducated playing of the man, and not the ball, makes me quite uncomfortable. It’s not a crowd that I would like to be in.

I guess it was always thus on both sides of our political cartel. The anger and intent is real amongst all colors of the rent-seeking cargo cults of club Australia.

They literally don’t have the imagination, intelligence nor motivation to be truly constructive. And they won’t be until they are forced by circumstances beyond their comprehension.