Forever isn’t for everyone; Is forever for you?… The Attack of s 44

Holy shit!  Who would have guessed that s 44 of the Australian Constitution would bite as hard as it has over the past year or so?  Rod Culleton (One Nation), Bob Day (Family First), Scott Ludlam (Greens), and now Larissa Waters (Greens) have all fallen victim of s 44, either through High Court intervention or through voluntary resignation to inevitability.  Technically, Bob Day was twice ineligible under s 44.  And there’s another case on the boil: National Party MP, David Gillespie.

What I find interesting — really interesting — is how difficult it is to intuit the purpose of s 44.  It’s a provision that excites popular imagination.  Perhaps it’s a relic of a racist past.  Perhaps it is a protection against foreign interference.  Perhaps it should be amended.  Perhaps it shouldn’t be.

But perhaps it’s not the technicality of the provision that we should consider, but bigger theories about constitutional democracies.  Why should there be restrictions on who can become a parliamentarian?  Shouldn’t we be able to elect whomever we want?

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Quick Post: Pauline Hanson and the Burqa Ban

There is no good argument to ban the burqa.  It’s a racist proposal, pure and simple.  There is a smokescreen that racists use to hide their racism: they argue that we need to be able to see faces because it helps with security.  This is not a reasonable argument, and it flows from an intuition that anonymity is a threat and that everybody should present themselves for scrutiny at all times.

Senator Jacqui Lambie has introduced a Bill to the Senate to ban the burqa.  Senator Pauline Hanson has proposed some amendments.  It is helpful to understand what is being proposed and debated by our Parliamentarians.

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All those rumors, they have big teeth… Quick updates and rambles

I remember being weirdly religious when I was a child, but not specifically religious.  I knew for an utter certainty that there was a God and we should pray to Him, but this rock solid conviction that I believed as a child was born of nothing in particular.  My family life wasn’t religious.  My mother was some kind of eclectic hybrid of ‘spiritualities’; my father fell asleep during mass and would wake on cue to stand, mumble the recitations, and then fall back to sleep. When my parents separated, I remember there being a very beautiful picture of St Francis of Assisi in my mother’s cupboard that belonged to my father… but my father didn’t seem to want it, and mum never seemed bothered to just throw it out.  I know now that it was St Francis; at the time, I had no idea.  It was just a very beautiful piece of religious art that stirred within me all those things that good art should stir: awe, marvel, and interest.

When I was very young, my mother would encourage me and my younger brothers to pray each night before bed.  I would later wonder why she would do this; I was an extremely difficult child and wouldn’t explain why I was angry and frustrated.  The ritual of prayer was hijacked to get me to sit down and list all the things I was anxious about.

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I’m in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set… Outrage about political expenses is easy

Shortly after the Centrelink fiasco — in which Centrelink overzealously pursued the possibility of debts to the Commonwealth regardless of the quality of its evidence — Australia was served a fresh helping of ‘Politicians spending any money at all is an outrage’ in the media.  Journalists love these stories because they practically write themselves.  Take an example of a politician spending money, strip all the context away from it, and then sit back and watch the outrage engine do the rest.

There is a reason why conservative female politicians are always the ones who suffer the brunt of this kind of public discussion.

Many hack journalists have tried to link the Centrelink fiasco with the political expenditures discussion.  The two feed into each other naturally: on the one hand, the government is pursuing debts that do not really exist while, on the other, politicians are wasting taxpayer funding on travel and meals.

This sort of analysis only works on the most superficial levels.  Perhaps that is why so many of Australia’s journalists are peddling it.

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Some make you sing and some make you scream… Films and books for #notmydebt

In good news, my altercation with Centrelink over an alleged overpayment is nearly at an end.  In bad news, there is a lot of terrible advice circulating on social media.  It should go without saying: don’t take legal advice from Twitter accounts with ‘knights and dames’ still in their handles, and don’t use template letters unless you’ve checked in with a lawyer who can explain the template to you.

But I’ve also taken to thinking about the relationship between the public service and the broader public.  One of my frustrations was the lack of intellectual leadership from legal theorists in the discussion, but another was the lack of critical engagement with why people were upset (above being chased for money that they neither have nor owe).  Put another way, even if Centrelink’s actions were perfectly legal, people seemed to intuit that there was a deeper magic that made their actions illegitimate — a deeper magic based on moral and political norms.

By calling it ‘magic’, I don’t mean to be disparaging.  I’ve been reading an article by Jeremy Waldron which engages with some discussion about whether particular concepts — like the separation of powers — are legal concepts or are instead situated in some other normative space.  It reminds me a lot of Aslan being executed on the Stone Table: he comes back from the dead because deeper magic softens the sharp edges of the White Witch’s legalism.

This provides a nice segue into the content of this post: the literature that informs our intuitions about the relationship between the government and the state (especially when things go pear-shaped).  Thus, Brazil (dir. Terry Gilliam), Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy (dir. Garth Jennings), V for Vendetta (dir. James McTiegue), and the novel, 1984 by George Orwell.

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The clocks tickin’ I just count the hours… Parchment barriers in Australia’s democracy

A few times a year, I would go and hang out with Alfred Deakin.  His portrait hung in Kings Hall at Old Parliament House.  It was a little bit like a religious experience — after reading a book either about Deakin or by Deakin, I would go and try to reconcile my ideas of what a good leader was with the man I saw captured in the portrait.  How much of what I saw in the picture was influenced by what I’d read about him; how much was the other way around?  When it is impossible to know the man directly, to what extent are the virtues or vices I attribute to him merely imaginary?  What is the practical difference between an historical figure and a fictional one, and what is the effective difference of the same when we start to view Deakin through the framework of virtue ethics?

Anyway, I can’t wrestle with those ideas in the same way any more because Bronwyn Bishop decided that the official portraits would no longer be on display in Old Parliament House.  It might be unfair to blame Bronwyn Bishop personally for the decision, but she presided over the decision to remove the portraits as Speaker.

With no debate, consultation, or fanfare, the portraits were gone.

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Je voudrais combler ce manque, mon obsession me hante… War on Everyone, ABC Radio, and Oz cinema

War on Everyone opens with two corrupt cops running down a mime with their car.  It was therefore difficult for me not to enjoy this movie.  That is definitely my jam.  It also helps that the film is extremely beautiful, an aesthetic that feels 1970s while the characters talk about XBoxes.  The performances are flawless — even Theo James shines (which is why it took me ages to realise he was the plank of wood from the woeful Divergent series).

The script, on the other hand, does not match the film.  It is hideously inconsistent.  When it is bad, it is tone deaf and in poor taste, confusing being simply politically ‘incorrect’ with being funny.  The worst of it is a transphobic piece which neither advances the plot, and feels wildly out of place.  It’s not clever or intelligent, and yet the vast majority of this film is both.

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You’ve got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat… How should you vote based on the party’s handshake?

This week, the Greens and the Labor Party released photographic evidence of the Liberal Party shaking hands with both of them.

Here’s the Liberal Party shaking hands with the Greens Party (photo supplied by the ALP):


And here’s the Liberal Party shaking hands with the Labor Party (photo supplied by the Greens):


Based on their handshake, for which party should you vote?

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This town ain’t big enough for the both of us… Looking at minor parties

For complex mathematical reasons, it’s easier for minor parties to get elected during a double dissolution.  Ordinarily, that would mean we’d be flooded with information about the minor parties and for what they stand and why you might consider voting for them.  Instead, we’ve been talking about which of the major parties is the most criminal.  It’s not particularly edifying.

I had considered putting up a Kickstarter or something to fund me to go interview key people in minor parties, to see what they’re about, and to see if they’d put up good senators.  But I am time poor and really ought to have organised myself a month earlier.

So I’m doing the suboptimal version: one by one, over the course of several posts, looking at their policies until I’ve found a party for which I’d vote.  I’m going to go through the current list of registered parties in alphabetical order.  Wish me luck.

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