While the eastern side of the country was burning like never
before, some of the old boys' club were sitting in the backroom
of parliament house inhaling some refined pure white Christian
prejudice in legislative form. It was the best gear they'd had
in ages.
One of his faceless cronies, slapped the guy in charge on the
shoulder and said, "Mate, how's about we make it so
doctors and medicos – and all that – can treat queers
and, you know, those types of women differently. So, GPs that think
like us, don't have to provide those unchristian
treatments?"
Another looked across the conference table and returned,
"Mate, where have you been? On the sauce again, or something?
We already did that last time. This time
we're going to add legalising that whole Folau thing, so
he'd never have been reprimanded in the first place, let alone
fired."
