and the smoke from the fires in the hills roils the air like a fog.
Most of the volunteers from our group/region went up to NSW to help out with their big fire/s (yes, multiple, but some joined up to make a bigger impact), so we had a few missing, and most of the others are still out there, taking shifts to work the lines.
Some even got time to have lunch yesterday. Christmas Day.
And our brain-dead politicians can only mutter that people who are not from Australia shouldn’t comment on what we do here.
What an idiot. Does he think that we, the real Australians, who give up their holidays and family time to work for the community, don’t hold a view?
We do. We most certainly do. And when we see the man in charge go off on a ‘well-deserved’ holiday while we fight the beast that nobody in power wants to acknowledge, we get a bit cranky. And we agree with that young girl. We know the world is watching.
Does it matter if you don’t ‘believe’ in climate change, Mr Politician? Not at all. You see, what you believe is neither here nor there. What matters is that we, the collective we of humanity, fill our lands, our rivers, our oceans, with refuse. That refuse generates heat, it chokes and kills our food sources, it blocks waterways (and the pipes of water-thieves, who think that they are the ones who rightfully own that water, and not anyone down-river).
All in all, we are a filthy bunch of creatures with no care for the future. Younger people are calling out this attitude. As they should. They’re going to live in it. They’re going to have to find a way to clean it up … or die.
I’d like to send a message to all politicians (but particularly ScoMo):
Whether you believe or not, the world is suffering from your lack of foresight and action, and if you expect the community of volunteers to support you in any endeavour in the future – do something about the mess now!
There have been enough events for the lesson to be well and truly branded on our psyche, don’t you think?
And that’s enough from me. I return to the radio, waiting for the fire to roar down the hill (yes, when they’re bad enough, they do that. I’ve seen it, and I can’t run that fast. Could never run that fast).
I’ve helped people fill containers to take up to the green corridors where the ‘roos and koalas and other creatures are also trying to anticipate what this fire is going to do.