David Sherlock, Byron Bay
Much has being said and written about a CSG-Free Byron. Surely this protest could be futile, misdirected and take us down a road to failure, frustration and heartache.
The problem is not CSG but our mediocre leaders who give the go ahead for this fracking fracture of our earth to take place.
We should not have to lock our gates, but follow this lunacy down our roadways to its source, our talking head politicians who seem to only serve the money beings and the big end of town, caring little for environment or community and anything else that gets in its way. Alternative action could be Lock the Vote not the gate
Why should we have to live behind locked gates, in constant worry of the money eaters with their insatiable appetites coming down the drive.
Compulsory attendance at a polling station was written into law in 1923, it was made for control and benefit of the ruling elites. This was the time of the Great White Australian masterplan, a time of obscene discrimination, exclusiveness and brutal horror which were also written into the laws of this country. I doubt if compulsory attendance was created to serve you and I.
We could now take back our vote. Lock the Vote not the gates, and refuse to vote for any of our shallow leaders, who seem to be doing their best to take us all down to a place where only the dollar shines. We could demand more of our politicians and stand up against our two party dictatorship. Firstly we need to send them away on a 30-day vispassana or silent retreat, when they perhaps might discover their soul and humanity. We need human beings not money beings. We could also do with a human conversation, not a political rant.
We need to discuss respecting our planet to not be left to slowly die in a world that revolves around the dollar.
So Lock the Vote not your gate, refuse to play this mad shallow destructive egomaniac political game.
Our government continues to weaken us, and our leaders will take us down to places where we should never go.
Lock the Vote, stop this lunacy.
I burnt my dinner while I was writing these thoughts, maybe they will become a little food for a least one hungry soul out there in Echoland.