Inquest

London, Green Park.

At last! A full night’s sleep. I don’t know what I did to enable it, but I was able to sleep the whole night (except for three piss breaks) last night. For some reason, I had no restless legs – that’s the reason. I wish I knew what the magic potion is but boy, it feels good to wake up refreshed.

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In Sydney, 1994.

Hey hey, 29 October, Dad’s birthday. He would have been 101 today. Best father I could ever have wished for. Happy Birthday Dad.

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The title refers to my feelings after the rejection of the referendum. What a shameful act. What a low down, racist, stupid act by the blackfella hater population of this country, and there are many, many.

If I were an Indigenous person, I would be feeling rejected, incredibly hurt, and above all, vengeful. After all the decades and centuries of genocide, it still goes on. To be treated like this must feel utterly terrible.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, people who voted No are the most stupid, lower intelligence of us:

This graphic says it all. The red side shows the viewing, listening and reading (cough! ‘Read’, what’s that?) habits of the Neanderthals who voted No. I have a former school friend who watches Sky News every night. Ugh!! I have a relative who voted No. I won’t be speaking to him any time soon. Pathetic.

I’m very proud to see that I’m on the bottom line, the more intelligent person who reads The Guardian. And gets his news from the ABC. But clearly, if you voted No, you’re dumb, stupid, racist.

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Well, I’ve finished watching Succession, all four series, about 60 episodes. What a show. I feel different, having watched it. It’s interesting to see that the main writer is British. He should take a bow, because he’s done an amazing job.

It’s so good that I’ll have a break, probably a month or two, then I’ll watch it again from the beginning.