Where the bloody hell are ya?

Australia is known for hot summers, beaches, sharks, snakes and spiders. Is that changing? I fear it is.

Gradually, we watch ourselves face rampant bushfire with flames up to 72 metres in height, 5 million recently-cremated animals and a government that signals disinterest. Oh, except for one former leader, who has been an active part of the Rural Fire Service.

Active, you will notice, quite the reverse of our current leader, who is stridently inactive. His slogan from an earlier life, ‘Where the bloody hell are ya?’has down the rounds of social media to his detriment. Shame that. My heart would bleed for him if it hadn’t already bled dry from sympathy for the innocent animals, dead firefighters and over a thousand homes lost. Right now, I believe anything a firefighter tells me, not the elected leader who was in New York or Hawaii for a holiday while Australia was facing its worst fire season for decades. Not the same leader who thinks climate change is phooey but the Rapture is real.

When it comes to religion, our leader’s pedal is on the metal, as they say. Very loyal and reliable then. Proactive, enthused, a devotee. In regard to the average Australian’s reality, not so bothered. ‘I don’t hold a hose’mate, he said when asked about his responsibility to be present as leader. How is this acceptable? How does he think he represents us? His…