It’s Just Not Cricket

Happy Easter, Passover, festival of chocolate scoffing frenzy, four days off work.

I spent a large chunk of my childhood being forced to go to church and listen to sermons by elderly white male ministers. On Easter Sunday I thought I’d write my own Easter sermon.

The Urban dictionary definition of It’s Just Not Cricket is:

Australian Slang – Having something that is unjust or just plain wrong done to someone or something. This comes from the game of cricket which is regarded as a gentlemen’s game where fair play was paramount.

NOT CRICKET:

The Australian government is locking up children in detention centres for years but our country is crying about cricket. What have we become? I don’t believe it is our government’s right to tamper with the lives of refugees, to make them wait for years to be processed, for Dutton to refuse to send some of them to New Zealand. Economically, it doesn’t make sense. We could bring all the refugees here and save millions of dollars every year.

 

Passover commemorates the liberation of the Israelites, why can’t we as Australians band together and liberate some refugees?

NOT CRICKET:

Women dying of domestic violence at a rate of 1-2 per week

Uluru Statement ignored

An abuser is still in the White House

Genocide in Myanmar

 

But a bit of sandpaper on a ball is what makes us enraged.

This Easter, I think Jesus would be worried more about feeding homeless people than the 12th man.

 


Sundaze

Pollard’s perfect single mother Sunday:
Gently woken from a sleep in by difficult middle child quietly whispering,
“I’ve cleaned my room and made breakfast.”

Fresh juice on the bedside table

Someone has changed the kitty litter

Breakfast in bed

More sleep

Cancer is cured, affordable health care for all is announced
Reading

 

Tony Abbott has been silenced

 

I frolic in the park with a gorgeous man, cavort with my cocker spaniel and happily play frisbee with jolly well-dressed children, after 11.30am. Kids have silently scrubbed the bathroom and I haven’t had to get out of bed to stop them fighting

Long lunch at a restaurant with loved ones

 

Donald Trump is impeached; he, Putin, Dutton and Kim Jong Ugh have been shipped off to a labour camp in Siberia

Afternoon nap uninterrupted by school run

Ping pong tournament with silly people ends in giggles and singalong

Dinner of nibblies and wine provided by an anonymous benefactor, while having a great chat with dear friends = perfection

Turn on news: we have a fantastic indigenous female Prime Minister. She outlaws homelessness and makes companies who profit from food and housing illegal.

After a long, lavender-scented bath, I go to sleep in a freshly made bed

 

I wake up on Monday morning and youngest child says,

“I’ve made my lunch and I’m getting myself to school mum, love you, I’ll make dinner tonight, bye.”

Lou Pollard you’re dreamin’


If voting changed anything they’d make it illegal

Politics? Anyone still interested? In Australia we are near the end of one of our longest ever election campaigns. In the US the fun has barely started.

Our world is in a mess.

Australia’s land clearing emissions have nearly doubled in the last three years. Most Australians want the Great Barrier Reef saved at the expense of coal mining. Idiot conservatives who have protected paedophiles for decades want to waste hundreds of millions of dollars on a same sex marriage plebiscite, babies are being harmed in detention centres, and many of our politicians pay lip service to ending violence against women. Funding to the arts and education have been slashed.

For the future health of our children, no further open cut mining or coal seam gas drilling should be permitted in residential or good agricultural land or near our waterways. Our long-term future is more important than coal, and nothing can replace the loss of our food bowl. To ensure a fossil fuel-free future we must vote the dinosaurs out of our parliaments.

This election, vote wisely. On Saturday July 2nd, we get to decide our next prime minister (until he gets knifed in the back by one of his party faithful).

Please think about what you’re voting for. You control your preference in the order you choose. Handouts at the polling booth are the way each party wants you to vote for their own best results, which is usually not the ideal outcome for the future of our country. It is time to make our votes count. We must honour the legacy of Jo Cox. 

Your vote is powerful.

In the voting booth, everyone is equal – Barbara Boxer

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