It's a nice day. I'm sitting at a table outside that's under the patio. A fat sunbeam rests on my back. Gnarled gut pain lies within however and thus undermines the pleasant experience.
Still, I've had a shower, I have a mocha, and my tablet seems to be linking okay to the router.
So it could be worse. I could for example be some poor fuck in Aleppo just trying to get food for my family as a civil war rages in the street.
We really do have it pretty sweet in Oz. You know, full involvement in our political process, stable peaceful environment, people not trying to kill me or oppress me for my ethnic grouping and so forth.
So the next time some fuckhole whines about voting then remind them that they really do have it pretty sweet.
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