All Saints Day. The major political issues in Australia at the moment are, yet again, the conjoined Identity Construct and Border Defence. There are several boatloads of Sri Lankan, Afghan and other off-shore refugees presently exciting ideological passion; Australia's immigration detention 'facilities' (far from the word root, "easy") are full; and talkback radio-waves transport a flotilla of tongues.
A point often made is that the number of persons arriving in this country by boat and without a visa is miniscule in comparison with the number of those who arrive by plane then stay on after their visa expires. A commentator recently remarked that the latter are not as sexy as a boatload of desperates.
Then there's swine flu, bird flu, equine flu, cane toads, crown-of thorns starfish.... the economy... the environment... terrorists... drugs... "Thriller" zombie street parades (last weekend)... hoons...
These thoughts permeated last evening after this white fella and his non-dingo canine companion on their evening walk three times encountered groups of young children dressed as witches and skeletons, all abroad to initiate the neighbourhood. Halloween had 'arrived' in Australia. I'd heard the supermaket in-store propaganda a week ago, so knew it was coming. It's visa had been $tamped.
The heap initially acquired this (trimmed base) blotter for it's Halloween projection-space terror scene - Nothing to Fear but Fear/Nothing Itself - and had puzzled at the linking of this to the thinking of a bank. Now it makes a kind of sense.
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