Are Gold Coast greenies the most annoying in Australia?

YET another valiant attempt to establish a cable-car up to the Gold Coast’s hinterland is doomed to fail thanks to the greenies.

Is there anywhere in Australia that has had its economy smothered as much as the Gold Coast has by over-zealous conservationists?

Look, I’m as environmentally concerned as most people are these days.

I recycle and, well, do other environmentally stuff like that.

But there is something so self-righteous about greenies that they have always got up my nose*.

It’s always their way or the highway.

Except they hate highways.

But the needs of long-time local residents are always absent from the list of priorities of these people who will do anything to stop projects even if they mean jobs for a financially-strapped city.

I get so mad sometimes at greenies that I am tempted to throw all my newspapers and plastic bottles into the normal garbage bin instead of the yellow top.

Take that stupid greenies.

Plans for a skyrail up to Springbrook, or anywhere else with a few trees, is a particular passion for greenies as they have managed to lock up most of Springbrook for themselves.

First they blackmailed a previous Labor government into dumping a cableway plan by threatening to withhold preferences.

Then they convinced the same Labor government to buy up farms and businesses just to close them up to anyone but themselves.

Homes were torn down, farms ‘rehabilitated’ and mountain old timers who had been living and running businesses up there for decades found themselves at war with greenie newcomers.

The rules for entering into the national park became so onerous bushwalking tourists were complaining about it on travel review websites.

So here’s a hot tip:

If you make something unavailable or too tricky to get to both locals and tourists will lose interest in it.

Locals who no longer have an interest or feel a connection to a place have no will to protect it.

And with the environmental credentials of both the State and Federal governments at the moment, the locals are all you have now.

So think about that before you go blundering into another protest.

Note: *When I was a kid we called our snot greenies. I rest my case.

 

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Tony is a winker but is he to blame?

I think we have all known for some time that our Prime Minister Tony Abbott is a bit of a winker.

He has proved it again by winking lasciviously and doing that awful thing he does with his tongue while taking a call from a 67-year-old chronically ill grandmother forced to work on a phone sex line to make ends meet.

But the expression on Abbott’s face when he looked up and realised a camera had caught him was priceless.

I’m thinking of getting it on a T-shirt.

His people eventually put out a statement saying he was only winking at the host to show he was willing to take the call.

Rubbish.

Politicians don’t get to choose which calls they take.

But the wink has gone viral now, the second time in a week that our politicians have stumbled arse up onto the world stage.

Frankly, I blame Abbott’s background in student politics.

I have always had reservations about the young puppies who join political parties straight out of school and then unquestioningly devote themselves to their new faith.

Young Labor, Young LNP – I am not biased, I worry for them all.

Students should be out having fun, mixing with as many different people as they can and seeking out diverse and wide ranging experiences.

Instead, if you look at their Facebook pages, they just party with the same people  every weekend, if they are not organising rallies or donning colourful t shirts to support their local MPs.

And both sides of politics are the same, fighting each other and amongst themselves.

The main difference between the Young Labor kiddies and the Young LNP is the conservative pups tend to be better dressed.

Young Labor is particularly cult-like.

They all marry one and other, have affairs, fight, fall out and splinter off into different factions while conducting intense and very serious debates about anything that moves.

While the LNP pups seem to just party a lot. They are the ones who always get in trouble for inappropriate Facebook posts.

Usually while wearing something stupid on their heads.
Abbott didn’t stand a chance.

Is it still ok to wink at someone to acknowledge them? Tell us in the comments below…

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The Gold Coast’s best place for single people

THE schizophrenic shopping hours on the Gold Coast has long baffled me.

Particularly as I lived and worked in Brisbane for a while where late night shopping is on Friday night and suburban supermarkets close at 9pm each night except Saturday when they close at 5pm and Sunday when they close at 6pm.

On the Gold Coast they close at 5.30pm on Saturday.

Stay with me – this is important information if, like me, you tend to run out of stuff at inopportune moments.

But then I discovered a major supermarket on the southern end of the Gold Coast actually stays open until 10pm EVERY night except Sunday when it closes at 8pm.

Holy dooley, I felt like I had been transported forward 20 years or was now living in NSW.

A supermarket opened late on Saturday night – jackpot!

As I prepared for my first foray into Saturday night shopping I told myself ‘at least it won’t be very busy – only a loser like me goes out food shopping on a Saturday night’.

Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

It was packed.

At first I thought I had found my tribe, my people – those who would prefer to food shop on Saturday night than traipse into the Surfers Paradise meat market.

Then I realised, the supermarket was the meat market. And not just literally.

It was full of single people eyeing each other up.

Sure, there were a couple of young couples racing in for snacks but the place was predominantly full of slightly desperate looking shoppers.

And they weren’t looking for the mustard powder.

There were no kids, no elderly people and they had cool music blaring from the speakers.

It was quite the party atmosphere.

I guess when there are few other options than clubbing or pubbing, a supermarket is a less threatening and more natural habitat to encourage the mating rituals of ordinary Gold Coasters.

Good for them.

However, it can be rather awkward if you are not on the prowl.

In that case, avoid eye contact, don’t lick your lips while squeezing the fruit and if you must ask do not yell at the butcher ‘aren’t there any thicker sausages around here?’

Have you been picked up or tried picking up at a supermarket? Leave your comments below…

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The politics of shopping and waiting in line

I MADE the mistake of chatting to a woman in the checkout line in Coles the other day.

I don’t usually do it but I’m trying to regulate how much time I spend clicking away uselessly on my iPhone when I’m bored.

So instead I was tapping out imaginary messages on the trolley handle and looking around nervously like an addict searching for their next fix.

In front of me was a woman with an overflowing trolley who managed to get half of her bounty on the counter before, for some reason, she started rearranging everything.

She stopped suddenly and I felt her eyes on me so I dragged mine away from the nearby magazine rack and the latest celebrity pregnancy alert.

“Are you tapping your fingers,” she said accusingly.

“Well, no, I’m just trying to keep them away from my iPhone,” I said nervously while thinking ‘uh oh, wacko alert’.

For some reason she decided we could now be friends and out of nowhere she started discussing the recent federal Budget.

“I think it’s fantastic,” she told me as she rearranged her enormous shopping haul.

“It’s about time the government started doing something about those lower socio economic people who need to grow a backbone.”

That would be poor, disabled, young and unemployed people she’s talking about.

Well, it’s going to be pretty tough for some, I ventured, stupidly.

“Well I’m going to be self-funded when I retire. Those people need to look after themselves as well,” she returned.

“I think we will find looking back that Tony Abbott was the best prime minister in Australia’s history.”

Oh come on now, I don’t think Tony Abbott’s mum even thinks he’s going to be the best PM we ever had.

Now you are taking it too far lady.

She took one look at the incredulous expression on my face and advanced menacingly.

“WELL DON’T YOU AGREE HE IS THE BEST PRIME MINISTER WE HAVE EVER HAD? DON’T YOU???”

Holy crap.

This really happened – in Coles!

Proving that God also thought the lady was crazy, a new register miraculously opened at that moment and I made my escape.

I’m going to Aldi from now on.

Have you experienced any grocery line nightmares? Write them in the comments section below.
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Technology has gone mad – Are you keeping up?

I WAS going to write about how even though I am pretty technically savvy, the unrelenting flood of new devices, apps, programs and technology has me flummoxed.

Then my laptop crashed and I spent three hours trying to fix it as it became more and more aggressive with weird flashing lights and rude messages.

It’s still making horrifying noises and I’ll probably have to kill it before it attacks me or the cockatiel.

So not so technically savvy.

But what really prompted this techno rant was the news a Southport café was accepting bitcoins, a virtual currency which I was hoping would implode before I had to worry about it.

Because I decided when bitcoins was first mentioned in the news that if I just ignored it it would go away so I didn’t bother doing any research about it.

My head is already about to explode with all the information we now have to jam in to ensure we stay up to date with the what is frankly global technological mayhem.

You have to be choosy about what you take an interest in or else you will die.

I mean it, it will kill you.

I am going to put on my tin foil hat here and suggest that someone or something is successfully controlling our minds, our actions and our finances with this avalanche of technology that never stops coming.

For instance, I know people who are so obsessed with having huge TVs that they buy a bigger one every 12 months because the amazingness of large screens only last a few days before you get used to it.

Facebook keeps changing its settings, new tablets and phones are coming out daily and then there are those terms and conditions that we have to sign every time we subscribe to a new program or app.

I’m not going to hurt my brain reading 30 pages of tehno legalese so I just ‘Accept’.

I expect one day I will find I have signed over all my worldly possessions to Microsoft who will kick me out of my home and send me to work in Gina Rinehart’s mines.

I think it’s time we start to click on Do Not Accept.

 

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