Educational institutions which do not teach their staff the differences in teaching or in learning, nor the differences between childhood education and adult learning. Counselling students who are not vetted by counselling or counsellors but merely learn about counselling. Jobs which require communication skills but people running the course have not listened to themselves communicate. And, not really lastly, uni staff who are bigoted bullies yet cloak themselves in equality and academia.
Australian culture is a hodgepodge of burgeoning trends and conflicting aesthetics but the core values of this nation stick out like dog’s balls.
Puffing ourselves up with pretentious values and a vague nostalgia for how we used to be, we move further away from reality, our feet no longer on solid rock. The moral core of this nation, as tenuous as it was, dissipates like a morning fog.
Unaware of our history, tele shows us what it means to be Australian and our minds internalised the green and gold, the suntan lotion, the kangaroos, and the BBQs. The noble Aboriginal has turned into the good protector of the natural environment while coal and gas mining are expanded. More Crown lands are turned over to the fossil fuel industry.
Without a mirror, we don’t reflect on our actions. The evil of the coalition leaks like diarrhoea into the quagmire of the ‘labour’ party. Leadership into the abyss, we stop looking around.
We don’t have a history.
We aren’t responsible.
We can’t do anything about it.
My shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone.
As more kids talk with a yank accent and more wankers buy trucks to pootle about the city in, personal integrity gives way to market forces and religious maleficence. Overwhelmed by malfeasance and crushed by the global village’s information overload, we gave up years ago.
COVID did the trick.
Ah! Let’s organise a committee meeting to decide what policies and procedures will prevent this problem
of
someone complaining.
A D R A N 