Australia is undergoing a miraculous transformation, from narrow and restrictive to open and inclusive government. It is refreshing, but not without an even more restrictive aftertaste.
Blame our particular brand of democracy, the new government must work with the old conservative Senate until July, then the new Senate is sworn in. As the numbers go, the new Senate will be controlled by a one man party, ‘Family First’.
While the rest of the country is tying to rebuild from the conservative left overs, an ultra conservative has told the government his support depends on their introducing censorship to our robust TV culture. He doesn’t like shows like Big Brother or ones that use that Anglo Saxon language we are generally becoming so used to.
Holy rocking horse shit Batman, I find the lazy overuse of a few words offensive, but only because I’d like to know which particular ‘effing c’ being referred to, or any of the others specifics these two useful words are substituted for.
Well not only that, I happen to have an appreciation of female pudenda and sexual congress, and don’t see how or why the words should be used as lazy insults; and I like to think I reserve the Anglo Saxon for use in context.
Which is why, unlike this highly offended Senator, I simply refuse to watch the shows that upset him so much. Think about this, his main supporter asserts: “I don’t object to nudity, you can’t hear that.” Or “What if the kids need to go to the bathroom at night and hear that language?”
For Christ sake, why is he watching it anyway, if he objects to his kids hearing the language. But more to the point, we have more to achieve than censoring potty mouths. I will really become an activist if this unrepresentative swine attempts to divert the real tasks ahead of my country.