Heavenly Beverley : Back To The Drawing Board or My Plans For World Domination

In the aftermath of yet another unsatisfactory election, I must admit to a tumbling bag of emotions. Apart from removing the odious Mister Abbott, there was nothing really to report. The Coalition picked up a couple of extra seats. Labor lost a couple of seats. Mister Morrison compared his election win to a miracle. Mister Shorten has fallen on his sword when he expected to become Prime Minister. This was not the Great Labor Victory that had been foretold.

At least there are unlikely to be any leadership coups in the near future.

Here in Pearce, our local member Christian Porter will evaporate back into the ether of the comfortable beach-side boundary of his seat. His last visit to Beverley was to open the new Cornerstone building at the end of February. Mister Porter enthused that..."The centre will provide a huge range of facilities for people across the community, including a community resource centre, library, tourism centre, museum, business incubator offices, toy library, IT room and conference room" and that the new centre will address long-term issues in the community, including rural isolation, an ageing population, high unemployment and disengaged youth.

Except that the tourism centre has no staff in attendance. To have service, visitors must seek out the Community Resource Centre staff. Some volunteers have allegedly been spooked by the complicated security systems. What on earth is a Business Incubator Office?! And how can the completion of a building tackle high unemployment and disengaged youth?

Ye Gods...

I have absolutely no knowledge of Ian Goodenough, the Liberal member for Moore, Vanessa's electorate. Perhaps somebody can enlighten me of his achievements.

Callum and Bronwyn also live in the mortgage belt north-eastern suburbs of Pearce. As Banksia Grove appears to have an active and enthusiastic community, Mister Porter's presence there could be seen as unnecessary. After all, he is already required to travel to his Ellenbrook office - a God-forsaken fifty-four kilometres from the ocean.

Then we come to the new Liberal member for Stirling, Vince Connolly. Vince has succeeded Michael Keenan, the bloke who went from university to staffer to pollie. I very much doubt that Michael will have to scratch around for a job. He is a true Liberal success story.

Back to Vince. He comes across as the perennial Nice Guy. Family man. Soldier. Emergency crisis manager. Risk assessor. Staffer to Julie Bishop, whom he regards as a role model. Alex lives in Vince's seat and has a photo of them together on election day.

I decided to strike whilst the iron was still hot and contact Vince. Alex needs a job. I thought work experience in Vince's office kitchen might be a good start. Alex has produced cakes, savouries and lunches since he was in high school With all the talk of supporting his community, I contacted Vince on Alex's behalf. Through e-mail and Facebook. Vince's latest post on his page shows him gathering all his election material for recycling. I have yet to receive any acknowledgement of my correspondence. *sigh*

My worst fears seem to have been confirmed once more. Most pollies are full of hot air. They may talk the talk, but they fail to walk the walk. In my frustration at this sad state of affairs, I have decided that I need to take over the world with a few simple ideals.

Discover decency. We all need to carry out at least one random act of kindness every day.
Smile. Apparently, we use fewer facial muscles to smile than to frown. I, for one, am a great believer in efficient exercise.
Always tell the truth. Why are politicians and others in positions of power allowed to lie? In parliament, in election campaigns, in advertisements, in court, they can knowingly be allowed to spread deceit. This practice is unacceptable.
Make no judgements.
Make no comparisons.
Delete the need for understanding.
Help in whatever way possible. Today I gave donations to the Salvation Army and our local primary school. Why? Because I believe that we need to contribute to our communities.
Love unconditionally and fiercely and visibly.
Value everyone.
Know that every day is a gift.

There you have it. My mantra for life. In the great scheme of things, I may not make much difference to the world. But I will have made a difference to me. And I can hold my head up high.