On this day, as I write, Melburnians are expectantly waiting news of release.
We ponder, we pray, we beg. We hold our breath, hoping for good news.
One hundred and one days since we were locked in our homes, a nonsensical 5km restriction on where we could travel, and businesses forced to close. All while the despot in charge of our state implored us that this is all for the greater good.
Greater good? Couples separating, livelihoods decimated, financial stress, job losses, mental health issues spiking, children worrying over being fined if they inadvertently forget to wear a mask, or cycle outside of the 5km invisible boundary.
All I know, divine intervention will be necessary if we don’t get some good news later this morning. Or, if not God, perhaps Daenerys Targaryen, Breaker of Chains can free us.
Coz we’re all over it, Dan.
And I hope, Dan Andrews, sometime in the future, your day of reckoning comes. Whether it comes next week, next month, or the next election, who can say, but my God, I hope you’re turfed out on your arrogant arse.