just call the bloody election, please….

When it comes to epic battles of political ideas, I’m as big a fan as anyone. I’d also agree that Australian politics have gotten a fair bit more interesting in the post “Kevin07″ era. I’m generally in favour of politicians running around the country throwing out fistfuls of cash left, right and centre, on the grounds that one day they might throw some at me.

But it’s gone on too long. If they keep on this way, there’ll be no more money left to “promise”. After all, it’s our money, from our taxes. Just call the election!!!!!

From the age today:

… Mr Howard could address the matter while campaigning in Macarthur in Sydney’s west today…

If he’s out “campaigning” today, he’s obviously not doing what he’s paid to do: govern the country.

So, if he’s conducting an election campaign, call the election!!!! It’s not a difficult concept to grasp, even Alexander Downer might be able to understand if you say it to him slowly.

Running
If the bit above strikes you as being more assertive and positive than average, never fear: it’s just the post-run happy-juice talking. I had a particularly enjoyable, fast, trip around the tan. So fast in fact I wasn’t able to jump off in time and ended up swinging around a second time.

Even the hordes of Show-bound school kids and harassed-looking parents didn’t phase me. Federation Square, which had transformed itself into a heaving mass of hormones and acne in honour of the final 12 warblers from ‘Strayun Oidol: it had no effect on my serene state of mind.

Running’s good like that.

Music
I wrote a post a few weeks ago, the main thrust being that Patti Smith is crazy. Well, today I take it back. She’s not crazy, but she is a little peculiar.

I was listening to “Birdland” on my run today. Beautiful song in it’s way, but it really bugs me the way she keeps saying:

all the long, black funeral cars

Hearse, woman. Hearse. Haven’t you ever heard the word?

I think I need to have a lie down.