|Sydney New Years Eve, 1999|
While sitting beside me a homeless street philosopher’s eyes were mesmerised by the flickering images upon the transparent surface of his new age tablet. And perplexed by the shimmering perspex of superficial images, I gave him a gentle nudge and said, ‘listen, your the really smart device mate, not the machine.’ “Huh! I dunno mate,” he said with gummy half tooth smile, instantly resuming a postural adaptation towards those surface images, attracting his innate interest-excitement. Ah well, winners are grinner’s and losers can please themselves I suppose, I found myself thinking. Just as Malcolm, like Hilary Clinton over there, made his unashamed Brexit pitch to the well suited, well frocked and well booted, middle-class survival agenda of our beautiful Austral-Asia. While as the camera captured scene of applauding faithful, filled the TV screen, Hanna Arendt’s ‘banality of evil,’ phrase arose within this vicarious sense of reality, I’d learned to label my mind. Its the economy stupid, the economy, oh please God, save our mother-loving property prices and maintain the doctrine of denial, still feigning to be human, in this land of unique flora and fauna.