If I didn't laugh I would cry and then I wouldn't be able to stop.
OH MY GOD there is no shame, there is no bottom to the depths of the audacity.
I once saw John Howard at Melbourne airport just prior to the election where he was destined to beat Paul Keating.
God help me, I shook his hand and wished him luck because I was sick to death of Keating and his smarmy lying face.
What I have learned since is that there simply are no good guys, there just aren't. It's always a choice between the lesser of evils.
I don't know how to reconcile it all but I guess I have a full belly and a warm, safe house so I need to just turn my head and no longer look at all these things.
Bob Dylan asked "how many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn't see?"
Well the answer may be blowing in the wind but the only way I can face the limitless bullsh!t is to not face it anymore, just keep turning my head pretending I just don't see.
