Yesterday, I explained a bit to my seven year old about voting, and the process of an election.
She looked me dead in the eye and said “Mummy, don’t vote for Tony Abbott.”
I replied, “I won’t, but why not?”
“Because I just don’t think that he will do a very good job.”
Out of the mouths of babes.
We voted yesterday afternoon in a mostly empty room. Silent; the people handing out pamphlets had fled in favour of more trafficked polling booths, leaving their pamphlets behind, held down by rocks stolen from the garden. There were no fanfares or sausage sizzle as we cast our votes to determine the fate of this country.
Of course, we could have just been pissing in the wind for all the good it did us.
This morning, I let Amy know that Tony Abbott was our new Prime Minister. She looked at me in shock as her breath whistled out of her.
“Oh nooooo.” She gasped. “Oh no! How could people in Australia vote for him? He’s going to do a bad job.”
My thoughts exactly.