A friend of mine, when asked how he manages to maintain his good spirits in the face of the political atmosphere in which we are currently obliged to dwell, replied that he puts it down to having ensured all his adult life that he has not had to breath the same air as a politician.
On the Daintree our skipper eventually managed to pick up the snake and hurl it back onto the riverbank. He then gunned the outboard and we took off, leaving the crocodiles far behind.
In this election year punters don’t have a skipper to take charge and save us from the predators. We can only do that for ourselves. We can only let them know we’re sick of the lies, and the sophistry, and the back downs from the great and small moral challenges, one after another. We thirst for truth, and we long to trust.
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The punters don’t have to settle for liars steering the tinnie.
In the end, being fair dinkum is what separates us from the crocodiles and the snakes. Isn’t it?
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Dr Jennifer Wilson worked with adult survivors of child abuse for 20 years. On leaving clinical practice she returned to academia, where she taught critical theory and creative writing, and pursued her interest in human rights, popular cultural representations of death and dying, and forgiveness. Dr Wilson has presented papers on human rights and other issues at Oxford, Barcelona, and East London Universities, as well as at several international human rights conferences. Her academic work has been published in national and international journals. Her fiction has also appeared in several anthologies. She is currently working on a secular exploration of forgiveness, and a collection of essays. She blogs at http://www.noplaceforsheep.wordpress.com.
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