I've been sitting on the jetty all morning with my catch of the day, Jeremy Paxman's book "The English - A Portrait of a People", which tests the veracity of the old saying that God is an Englishman.
When I came to Australia in 1965, the country was almost a mirror image of England where everyone knew their place, where delivery carts, driven by men in uniforms, brought milk and bread to the front door, where everyone stood for 'Good Save The Queen', where people were decent and as industrious as was necessary to meet comparatively modest ambitions, didn't make a fuss, drank tea by the bucketload, and where there were things which were done and things which were definitely not done.
My immediate impression then was that anyone who was born Australian had won first prize in the lottery of life. I didn't know it then that Cecil Rhodes had said the same thing about the English fifty years before. Of course, the only constant in life is change, and since then we've had multiculturalism and metric measurements but also political correctness which now seems to stop us from debating openly and fairly the changes a Labor government wants to impose on us on Saturday, 14th of October.
A constitutionally enshrined VOICE will impose a reverse apartheid on this country. If the VOICE succeeds, our development as the world's most successful multicultural society will come to a . I hope it won't happen!
