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Local semi-retired picture frame retailer, John McEvoy (72, Betoota Grove) says someone rich as him always has options when it comes to voting at a Federal Election.
If the low-taxes-pro-war party he usually votes for aren’t doing it for him, he can always flick his ballot to the nearest ‘turquoise blue’ independent. There’s no shame in him backing a Zali or Kerryn.
Obviously he’ll never vote Labor, except for at a state level during a pandemic, on the promise of razor wired borders. But that doesn’t mean he always has to vote for the coalition… If worsts comes to worse, he can even vote for the Greens like his homemaker wife does every time there’s a bushfire.
It’s for these many reasons that the fiscally-conservative lapsed Catholic says he deeply, deeply regrets taking such a big dose of Sky News back in 2019 and allowing himself to die on a hill arguing the importance of another term for the Morrison Government.
As a man on the northern side of 70 with a immunocompromising medical condition, John lands squarely in Australia’s high-risk bracket for this horrifying virus.
As it stands, he does not know when, where or how he will be vaccinated against it.
With a social circle made up of men and women around his age, John is growing even more concerned by the fact that he doesn’t know one single person that has had their jab yet.
His doctor has no idea, and every promise that was made to him by the Prime Minister has found to be hollow.
So far, only two per cent of the Australian population is vaccinated against 30 per cent of Americans and 46 per cent of British.
Even last week’s outbreak in Brisbane was caused by a frontline worker in a covid-ward who hadn’t received her jab. This comes after the Government tried to glide their way through all the Canberra rape scandals by promising to have nearly a fifth of the population immunised by now.
While vast communities of at-risk people are growing more and more embarrassed by the state of politics in Australia – no one is more embarrassed than the blue blood toffs who argued black and white at every dinner party they attended in 2019 that Scott Morrison would be the best Prime Minister since Howard.
“Fuck me dead!” spits John, in a moment of sincerity.
“I have well and truly backed the wrong fucking horse here. My mates are sending me text messages daily, asking whether I’m still confident in the great white happy clapper”
“It’s been happening since his Hawaii holiday”
“Then the rape stuff. What kind of no-hopers is this bloke surrounding himself with??”
“Now the fucking vaccine.”
“Japan will get their Olympics before I get my fucking jab”
John takes a big sigh, and he concedes that every piece of news media he has consumed since 2013 may have actually been blatant one-sided state propaganda.
“I’ve really gotta stop reading The Australian”
“How the fuck did I nail my flag to this dopey cunt?!”
