DEATH OF A CERTAIN PARTY

As the fateful election looms, word has come through that my mother is at death’s door. A rusted on Labor voter , she helped pass out how to vote cards at elections in Brisbane . Fate dealt her a bad hand from her teens when she became a single mother , after refusing to turn me in embryo into a Bondi Boy like so many others. During WW11 she made parts for bombers and then spent many years working her guts out as a poorly paid nurse in nursing homes for the aged and handicapped . In recent years she expressed warnings about the future of the nation and alarm at the thought of the Coalition regaining government.