Was anyone else a little freaked out by the PM’s announcement that he was beefing up Australia’s defence capabilities by spending $270 billion to protect us in the “dangerous“ post-COVID-19 world?
Far out it unsettled me.
“We have not seen the conflation of global economic and strategic uncertainty now being experienced here in Australia, in our region, since the existential threat we faced when the global and regional order collapsed in the 1930s and 1940s,” Morrison said.
The ABC’s national affairs correspondent Greg Jennett mused on the PM’s words: “For good measure, he threw in ‘we won’t surrender’. If it sounds like war talk, that’s because it is.”
War talk. Blimey.
Prior to COVID-19, I fancifully imagined what I’d do in the face of a zombie apocalyse. I decided that a distant island was my best bet for safety … I was wondering yesterday whether that might be the answer in the scary scenario the PM is suggesting.
Not that anywhere is safe from long-range missiles if things get hairy.
It seemed so unreal yesterday afternoon, as the dogs snoozed at my feet and the youngest made rosemary focaccia in the kitchen.
For now, life goes on in its usual chaotic fashion.
My dishwasher carked it yesterday, adding to my jinxed run in the electrical good department. I bailed out the water with a measuring cup and DD gave me phone instructions on how to check the hose wasn’t blocked … when I finally got five minutes free from work.
But it’s still beeping angrily at me.
Meanwhile, the booze news just keeps on coming in tidal waves.
A few unexpected stories have gone viral in the past week, including one about XXXX (I think it might have been mistaken for porn by non-English speaking readers) and another about a Liverpool FC limited edition Carlsberg beer.
Both were pulled together in 10 minutes flat, while the ones I’ve laboured carefully over languish at much more pedestrian click levels. Go figure.
But the stuff that really matters is closer to my heart. The precarious state of the world is a reminder to cherish time with family and friends, make the most of each weekend, appreciate good health, be kind and all that jazz.
Song of the day: Frankie Goes to Hollywood “Two Tribes”