with the cloudless skies, the mild zephyr coming in from the west, the crisp waves lapping upon pristine beach my friend tim picks me up in his dilapidated car, the last thing you would expect him to drive, it's held together with tape. he's in a foul mood, disgusted by the way australia is heading, disgusted with the way everyone is following our leaders blindly, disgusted at the whole damm thing, and he's in full flow, ranting and raving, it's hard not to disagree with him but i hate politics, it's just so pointless at the moment, everywhere you look someones rorting the public. we are the cash crop, society is eating itself, it's soylent green only the cannibalism is economic. it's hidden away behind a screen of media, opinions, gourmet recipes and fashion gossip. it's depressing, i find it very depressing but what can you do, run around warning people, everyone is to busy just trying to survive and avoiding getting depressed, so i feel like i'm contributing to a mass fear just by being part of it. poor tim, i watch him getting angry and cursing everything, it's going to give him a heart attack or a stroke. detachment i say, stay detached from it all, just enjoy the good bits, the animals, the clouds, the thin layer of spray that rises from the waves. but it is not easy is it. i mean you can't escape political reality intruding. it comes when you're defences are low, it comes when you got other fish to fry and it comes when you really just want some peace and quiet. politics seems to exist in all communities one way or the other, it's all about power and control, it can exist within a marriage, a band, even a simple dinner party comes with politics sometimes. i don't know, maybe that's why i like being on my own, maybe it's why i like hanging out with my dog and reading my book, or just doing stuff alone. no politics. what is politics but the guys with the power bashing the ones without over their heads with a club.
i do come from a political family, vastly political, always watching the media, current affairs, always talking about global events, switched on and plugged in. when i was young my mother took me on demo's and stuff, marches, riots and all that stuff. i used to write letters on behalf of political prisoners and it was a strange way to be a child, seeing everything from a political lenses. but what the hell good does it do, the more i know about politics the more i hate it. who would be a politician? 
i guess i just came to the conclusion if you want to change the world, change yourself. that seemed to bring about better results than voting. 
have things really improved politically, well i guess society has got a little better, we have ipods and the information superhighway, we have health care and good dentists so i guess somethings are better but we still carry on like primitive tribes.
poor old tim, getting very angry reading the papers, soon it will be despair like me as he turns the pages. 
i look at the ocean and the little boats wondering what earnest hemmingway must have felt like when he went fishing for marlin. i've never caught a fish in my life.