Three exams down, three to go! I am officially halfway there! Woooooaaaaa we’re halfway there! Wooooooooooaa livin’ on a prayer!
In twelve days I turn eighteen – everyone cheer! Everything is happening now, and really it’s always been like that in my life. Oh I had so many sarcastic comments on my mind writing essays today at school. I was doing my English and Society & Culture exams and a catty remark kept hovering on the edge of my mind, but I had to remind myself that it was an HSC exam, not an assignment for my Ancient History teacher who it turns out appreciates sarcasm in my work because it shows I’m engaging with the topic.
For some reason people like what I do best of all when I do it purely from spite… (or in the case of the Ancient History assignment, because how could I not say those things about a fraud?). Huh.
Anyway I’m feeling kind of… buoyant at the moment. It’s not the exams either because I’ve still got three to go and one is the day after my birthday. I’m listening to happy music, so I suppose that could be contributory.
Well. I was happy. Yesterday. Now I’m somewhat depressed and frustrated; a side-effect of watching the news. I mean, the news always gets me down, and not just because of sad stories. I find it pathetic that what we deem news is often some kind of celebrity gossip.
Now I have to voice my opinion because this is truly terrible. Today celebrity gossip wasn’t the ‘news’, and we actually had some decent stories on, and when I say decent I mean they were newsworthy, not that they were good news.
First of all, I’ll proudly say that I am a monarchist and an Australian. There has been, for many years, a continuous debate about becoming a republic and I couldn’t be more against it. Australia is practically America’s little clone, America’s ‘mini-me’ and it’s quite frankly disgusting. Americans can do what they like, but I’ll be damned if Australia takes one more step in their direction. The day Australia becomes a republic, I will sing God Save the Queen at the top of my lungs and move to England whatever the cost.
It sounds extreme, but I can’t stand the idea of our country being run by a president, because they won’t be good for us. Having the monarchy gives us stability, a back-up to everything. Now, if we became a republic and got someone decent as a president, someone who is like the queen, I could bear it. But what we will end up with is a grubby, greedy bastard who will drag us down all the more. ‘If it ain’t broke don’t fix it’ is a good way to describe the situation; as I see it, there’s no real reason to move even further away from our mother country.
Second of all, a true tragedy occured in this country. A man who owned a private zoo released all the animals and subsequently committed suicide. The animals were all slaughtered.
The order to kill the animals, including eighteen endangered bengal tigers, was given to protect the people. But the town wasn’t very large and many other options were available; a warning should have been issued for everyone to stay indoors until the danger had passed. Then the police should have gone out, not with guns to kill, but with tranquilizers. They should have recaptured the animals and looked for somewhere to keep them; any zoo could have taken them in, but instead they were all killed.
There is NO call for that kind of action. The value of human lives ABOVE animals needs to be reconsidered; why do we view ourselves as so much more important? Why do we feel like humans have some greater value than any animal, when all damage to the world has been caused by humans alone. Any damage done by animals is a direct result of human action; introduction of foreign species to other countries where they then destroy the native flora and fauna, for example, is entirely the fault of humanity.
No, this was wrong. There’s no light in which I can consider this a reasonable course of action. Wrong doesn’t even begin to cover it; there are no words for what a repulsive and repugnant tragedy this was. This was a cold-blooded massacre.
Incensed and outraged,
Music: Bullets – Tuung.
Book: Fenrir – M. D. Lachlan.