Guest post by: Inga Westerberg
There are a handful of people who have had the luck to be bitten by the radioactive spider of thought. Truly, a handful. A minority that can actually dissect an argument, understand the premise, know what one is, even. Weigh up the supporting arguments as logical, factual, relevant and come away with an in depth understanding. A judgement. The ability to understand the difference between an ethical and a moral argument. This is a rare gift. And half of those gifted thus do not care to practice their super power in regards to ‘national discourse’. Because it’s unattractive for the most part. It’s dirty work. It comes with the same look of horror that accompanies the revelation of the super hero’s injuries underneath his dinner suit, and a decent helping of “WTF?!” It’s like dropping your shark repellent spray at the dinner table; people begin to back away slowly.
I wish someone would have told me. I have not had the fortune of happening upon a partner, because of my well, unattractive habits of talking politics at the table, my dog is the most politically informed subordinate I have in life! Damn. And who doesn’t have those dark moments when they wish they could ‘trade up’? Batman did. Those Charmed girls when I was a teenager had super powers and fought demons, but they still wanted a ‘normal life’. Even Buffy ran away at one point.
Eventually though, they all come to realise something very important. If they stopped being what they were, if they did ‘trade up’ for benign beauty and blissful ignorance who would fight the demons and the criminals? No one.
When I was learning about how my nation worked as a young person, I figured that the people in the parliament and the very important Houses I liked to visit must be such people. Superheroes fighting for the health and happiness of the citizens. That was naïve, and perhaps my continued belief that those who enter the fray, for the most part are good people wanting to do just that is still naïve. The truth of the matter is, that there are some who grace the seats of those Noble Houses nation wide, who are not so capable, and who even if they are capable, have no interest in addressing the needs of the citzenry.
Never has this been so evident as in the person of Tony Abbott. Watching his Budget Reply Speech was like watching a H.S.C. Student who did not read the book in question write an essay on the subject. I had to go back. I didn’t recall either Peter Slipper or Craig Thompson mentioned once in the Federal Budget. Clearly, Abbott either didn’t understand the nature of the question, or he has some other plan afoot! Thankfully, I happened upon Senator Milne’s reply, given there was no coverage besides the live stream, very thankfully, because if I was a H.S.C. marker, she would have rode the wave of the bell curve over Abbott’s head on addressing the question alone. Agree or disagree, point form, POW!!.
It’s been a week of reading friends and family, politicians, commentators prattle on about the budget that got me to thinking about the fact that only few of us actually have the power to know. Some comments have been personally hurtful as FB provides me with a myriad of opinions about how single Mum’s and those on Income Support are taking money from those who deserve it, those who work. We’ve all had to listen to the erudite arguments about foreigners in regards to foreign aid. How businesses are people too. The truth is, for the most part they are not even personal opinion, they certainly lack the weight to qualify as arguments. They’re the reaction of children being told they can’t have the last chicken wing because someone else missed lunch. There is indignation without reason. They are catchphrases hit upon in a moment of fear, somebody think of the children! Without much thought about who those children are.
If you have a mind to follow the thought threads of budget ramifications, you might know who those children are. You might, like me, get angry at those who fail to understand what you do.
So after an extended period screaming in the silent safety of the bat-cave, it’s time to put the cape on.
I’m not a scholar, an economist, I’m not even a politician. That is all true. But I am a citizen, and I know something. Maybe I can be an agent for good. Perhaps there are people reading this who feel the same way. That maybe there ought to be a little more truth and justice, and a proper fight against fear and fear mongers. I don’t know that dissecting the budget is actually what people need to hear, if there is uncertainty in the first place, maybe they just need someone to roll out the bat signal. Or, in fact, take it in hand and make an effort to put the damned thing away!
Say “yes!”. Put on your Superman cape or grab your stake for some good ol’ fashioned demon slaying! Be fearless! Those of us who have that little bit of knowledge, who can see a little bit further, who are insane enough to actually sit through and listen to Question Time (in the Senate, no less), or can read a piece of legislation, don’t worry about the essay style answer and 50 ways you would improve the budget. That is not important right now. That is not what our nation needs. There will always be those not interested, not able to negotiate such bland and tedious thought threads. But you can effect the mood. You can slay the demons of fear. You can be positive. What you know does make you powerful. And we need to get a bit old fashioned about how we wield this power.
We need step out of the blog sphere and tell people with our voices again. We need to say it at dinner, and we don’t need to go through the details. No one asks Batman how the Bat Mobile works, they just like that it shows up. It’s time that those citizens with power show up in brightest day and darkest night and point out the fact that they are not afraid, that they understand and they are not concerned that tomorrow somehow all hell will break loose. And even if it did, we should be confident we’ve got that covered.
When it comes to things like the Federal Budget which, pertaining to money, always send the majority quivering and head shaking to find shelter, there is only one superpower we have that will do any good against the terror of a doomsday-ist opposition.
I don’t think this a bad budget. I think this budget is good. Treasure Swan is a world renowned finance minister. He did the best job of all the people who are finance ministers in the world steering our little ship we call Australia through the GFC and the aftermath. He is competent. He has all the details regarding our common wealth. He is unlikely to miss anything so dire to warrant fear. He has organised it so we will have a little buffer as we navigate still further into the murky waters of the global economic future. Really.
I don’t think this is a bad budget, I think this is a good budget. A budget negotiated by a minority government. I am not afraid of minority government. Our system is designed precisely to accommodate a myriad of voices and find compromise and ways to move forward as a whole. It is only the media that is afraid of minority government, because too many players make it too hard for them to write. Do not listen to them. They’d pull out the bat signal for a huntsmen on the ceiling of the Senate. Be glad your diversity is represented. I am not afraid of diversity. I am not afraid of compromise for the benefit of all. Really.
I am not afraid to help people who earn less than me. I am not afraid to say that companies are NOT people. I am not afraid of the Carbon tax, or the MRRT. I am not afraid that we can’t change our economy and how we use energy. I have faith in those learned people who are scientists and engineers and technicians to advise us and that we will move forward as a whole towards positive change, slow, though that may be. I am not interested in the voice of a minority of very rich people having a tanty about losing a few million of their billion dollar bottom lines. I am not afraid to tell them to kiss my grits. Really.
I will not stand idly by and listen to people who will tell you that those doing this work, those representing the majority of our citizens and formulating our nations budget are not doing good work. Abbott’s ad nauseum chanting that our government is incompetent is the problem. His fear mongering is the problem. Even the press have taken to calling him “Mr No”. And he is, for the sake of it and his own political interests. We remember the Howard government. Really.
It’s time to put that furrowed brow away. The stupid need you. They need you to smile. Those closest to you in their hearts know you know something they could care less about. Try “that Abbott’s a wanker! Relax, guy! It’s all good!” And then talk about the fact that the Greater Western Sydney just won a game in their first season! Disconcert the disconcerted with your quiet confidence. The truth is for the most part those secret agents are agreed. Poll after poll of people who give a rat’s backside show majority support for a great many things like marriage equality, ethical treatment of refugees and a faith that climate scientists are not trying to undo the world through evil conspiracy. Arguing the finer points is important, but you don’t bring spectators into the Fortress of Solitude.
We need to maybe consider ourselves alike to those superheroes who smiled, looked good and only show up in a crisis. The only super power that is universal, across the multiverses, is that the superhero knows something that everyone else doesn’t. He is empowered and he is not afraid. And it is always that superpower that works to the best effect.
Inga Westerberg is a member of the Tasmanian Greens and currently lives in Hobart. But still goes for GWS in the AFL.
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