Melbourne cabbies demonstrating how to demonstrate
Congratulations to the cabbies of Melbourne for stickin’ it to the man and standing up for what they believe. Cabbies work long hours for little reward so I am glad to see this go their way. Actually because this demonstration was so effective it had to go their way. The pollies and the councilors had no other option.
Politicians barely listen so we need more protests like this one. Getting their kits off as part of the demonstration was the icing on the cabbie cake.
I appreciate a good cabbie and if he drives safely without being asked to, I always leave him a few dollars as a tip… that’s a hint for any cabbies reading this.
Le Tour de Home from Work
Sometimes when I am riding home I pretend I am in a stage of The Tour de France. Today I was in a flat-ish stage but the Merri Creek trail has a few steep bits where you need to be wary of attacks from other riders.
I was in a break-away and was nearing the finish line. We were a group of five but a lady walking her dog off-leash thinned the group to two.
It was down to me and a girl wearing sandals, a puffy jacket and carrying her bag in a basket on her handle bars. Her form looked good. Very good. She was tapping out a good rhythm when all of a sudden her mobile phone rang and she had to stop to answer.
Glory was mine!
Born to choose
My cycle to work takes me past an abortion clinic. Every day three old people stand out the front. Their sole purpose is to confront the abortion clinic’s patients. In doing so they harass people who they know nothing about, nor do they know anything about their circumstances. Despite this they see it as their duty to tell young women what to do with their bodies.
As if having an abortion was not traumatic enough.
As I rode past my eyes met with one of the religious old men. I just shook my head. I did not say a word, I didn’t need to because the look on my face was enough. All the old man said to me was, “That’s your choice”.
Exactly! That’s my choice. What part of “choice” is he unable to grasp?
If there is a God why would he want to be associated with any of these people? The answer is simple. He wouldn’t.
The following day it was raining. On my usual cycle to work I was interested to see that the religious trio were nowhere to be seen. Their faith must be tested too vigorously when the skies opened.
At least now, if you are a woman having to face an abortion you just have to wait for the heavens to open.