May 14th, 2022Kyle’s Rant
THE world is buggered. Interest rates are spiking, the cost of living is up and we are all going to die. Or so the media would have you believe.
I woke up the other day a little too early so I decided to invest an hour on the couch with a coffee watching TV. The first stop was Channel 7 which quickly drew my attention to the blood red horizontal jagged line on the screen – the graphic was there to indicate interest rate rises – as they also crossed to various journalists live on location.
These guys were out on the streets at 6.30am in an attempt to add gravitas to the rate rise situation, I suppose. At that point, with a roll of the eye, I couldn’t help but change the channel to the ABC which had obviously pinched the same graphic but with a slightly smaller budget had decided that there was no point crossing to journalists that early in the morning.
I am sure the rate rise graphic is the work of the same designer who invented the spiky red Covid ball. It was that same colour. A shade of red which, unlike in a Chinese restaurant is supposedly designed to make you hungry and comfortable at the same time, evokes feelings of fear. I imagine it was dreamed up by a young graphic designer or perhaps a team of them, a shade of red that mimics blood.
And that, my friends, is the mainstream media with the saying “if it bleeds it leads”. And the saying these days would go on to say “if it doesn’t bleed, paint it red.”
But to my point, we have all experienced a rough two years or so, perhaps it’s time to cool our jets, and watch puppy dogs frolic, and while listening to sound of children playing we sip from a cup of homemade lemonade in a field of fallen autumn leaves. See below.
Yes, interest rates have gone up, but that is against the lowest rate in history and those of us who pay attention know that this simply stabilises the property market, makes housing more affordable which then flows on into the housing crisis.
There are much bigger things to worry about like mothers and the lack of them. It seems that a lot of my mid-50s cohort are losing theirs and not in a “where did she go?” in a shopping centre way, more like a just “where did she go” way.
I had an abundance of them at one-point thanks in large to my father’s ways (don’t worry he won’t be offended) and inability to live alone.
But one of my favourites was Donna’s mum Betty who was a great sparring partner, gave as good as she got in a typical mother-in-law/son-in-law relationship, and is sorely missed after almost two years.
Another cherished matriarch is Jackie, my step-mother of 27 years, who after three years of not seeing each other, we hugged and cried for three minutes on her death bed in New Zealand, just this April.
Not such a Happy Mother’s day rant over…
Oh, great news. Skeeta the dog whose owner could no longer keep her has a new forever home. And well done to Yvette for looking after her all this time!
