Day 28, evening

An interesting evening.
Very nice supper.

I earned mine by making a fool of myself standing up for a lady in the audience asking a question.

(You're welcome, even the Socialists.)
They never get it.
They never stop to think how much independent thinkers are spending their energy for the sake of their children too.

The lady requested to know who has heard of the Securities Exchange Commission of the United States.

She suggested a 'yes' or a 'no' via a show of hands.

I would have been a 'no' hand and would've felt badly about my ignorance, but the nasty's wouldn't let it go that far.
Murmurs of 'conspiracy', 'divisive', 'this is not the place' and blah blah from the Socialists.
Despicable behaviour, over riding our hosts.

As I repeatedly objected to the shutting down of an honest question from a brave lady, it was Ria Bond who said that the atmosphere was divisive.

I guess I'm not so fond of Ria now as I was before.
(It was Ria whom I had communicated with just prior to deciding to run for mayor - shared in my first post of Day 23).    

Divisive?

I felt energised, and in the right place and time, and as polite as I usually feel, and my nerves dissipated after that. That's how come I could eat some supper.

Is that divisive?

I think it might be, woopsie.

So be it - and I hope the voters will have a chance to decide whether they are on my side of the free speech line, or on Ria's side where thoughts are rudely shut down. Ria talks and behaves like a seasoned politician already.

 

Blair - where's your story? You're needed, and you're young enough to easily forgive.

Over supper, the courageous lady sought me out.
I told her that she did very well.
She said she didn't feel that way.

How can it be that a perfectly civilised individual is the one left feeling awful?

 

Noel Peterson had also been involved in shutting down the lady's question. Afterwards he wheedled his way into our supper time conversation.
Yeah, I know, us aums are consistently too polite.

Lesley & co . I . do . not . support . your . Socialism

Cr Ian Pottinger also kindly connected with me during supper. He shared how the Greeks were fiercely independent thinkers as politicians, and how great that was for society.
Ian concurred when I said that I don't go in for the bland yap of unity. 

I think I could set the tone for a harmonious council of independent thinkers.
Even if we have to suffer from more Socialist bloc, I think I could do it.

I really do.

Ian is not tall like I assumed. I could look him in the eye! And he's no zm. 

Refreshing.

I was frustratingly very nervous before the meeting. I told my son on the way in (delivering to sport practise) that in no uncertain terms was he allowed to ask me not to sing.

I was so nervous that I got a stupid thought near the start of the meeting that maybe after the first few mayoral candidates they had missed me out! In my concern about what I had to say, I couldn't notice that there were other mayoral candidates to have their turn yet. So silly.

Feeling silly couldn't have stopped me from checking with the organisers though.
I had to do my talk or bust.

And then....just before my turn, Ludlow left for another meeting!

How lucky was that???

I think the message of my poem was lost. Never mind. At least it's published here.

Nobby's partner Karen kindly sought me out too. She wanted clarification about what I meant by being a little leader of many little leaders. I waffled a bit - mainly about elitism.

Karen then helped me out. She translated me as being not ego driven.

The early nerves! 

What a pain.

And the evidence was outside with the van at home time.

Dead as dead battery.

But then I got to meet another aum!

The AA man remembers the Eve Poole days and how Tim got to spend the money afterwards and get the accolades.

I see what he means, in me.
We can do it again.
We can turn this corner.
He said we've done it before.  

Also noticed tonight that Ludlow is of a stature which I could eyeball or possibly almost frown down upon. 

Just Phew that it wasn't tonight.

And now the van has idled according to the AA man's prescription and home I go, clickety clackety tikkety tok.

Should I do a few tik toks?

Not really my cup of tea.

Then again, neither is the complaining I'm doing about Ludlow.