The death of Sambo, the elephant that collapsed at Angkor Wat in Cambodia is devastating. This latest death is further proof of the cruelty of elephant rides. To make elephants submissive enough to give rides they are taken from their mothers when young, beaten and endure ongoing physical and psychological abuse.
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To those of you who live in countries other then Aus, Sonia Kruger.. is a fabulous Australian TV host, public identity and mother.
I love her.
However this week she made some really hurtful comments, after the terrorist attack in Nice, Sonya claimed on TV that she thinks this country could do with a ban on Muslim Refugees.
Obviously this is something that I am against. Terrorists are attacking the Muslim people and convincing us to turn our backs on them. It kind of reminds me of those horror films where someone breaks into someone's house, stabs them, the victim escapes, knocks on their neighbours doors but nobody lets them in because it's too scary. Leaving the victim cornered and right where the perpetrator wants them.
Terrorists power only grows when we let them divide us by turning our backs on Muslims.. Making terrorists 1 step closer to winning. Now that is scary if you ask me.
But this story is about Sonia, when I was 21. I was working in a bar in Melbourne called The Metropol, I earned fuck all and often felt invisible, there was some really hot chicks who worked along side me and naturally being 5 foot 3, slightly chubby with frizzy hair I was often overlooked.
One week night another bartender and I were told that that night we were holding the 'Dancing With the Stars' season finally after party.
Something different to the average week night in a bar which can be fairly boring night after night, might even snag a famous shag? I had a bit of a buzz, that buzz that you get when a celebrity walks into the room and you begin the little tug of war with your gut- do I approach or don't I? Will I look like a tool or will they see that I’m special too and let me join in…
Sure they weren't exactly Mick Jagger and Angelina Jolie, but special none the less.
They all began to pile in, important, excited, attractive, famous people.. And me.
Well that buzz of mine shortly died when I realised that no matter how cool I thought I was, to these celebrities, I was invisible. I tried to flirt with the hot guy that had won that year…. He actually didn't even notice I was there, I asked Darren Hinch how he was… He mustn't have heard me (I actually don't even know what he was doing there- I didn't own a TV at the time, was he on the show?)
I ushered drunk people out of the wrong gender toilets without thank-yous and I cleaned up smashed glasses without apologies. This is nothing new, I served drunk people for a living and was used to it.. What I didn't realise is how invisible you can really feel in a room full of celebrities. They were in their world, I was in mine.
People flock to celebrities because society deems them special, ironically you’ll never feel less special then in a room full of them.
I carried on with my night, cleaning beer out of ashtrays, pouring double scotches and coke, smiling, apologising when someone stepped on my foot.. Generally wishing I was anywhere but there.
Then I approached Sonia Kruger’s table, she was sitting in the corner with another women, a non celebrity… normal human, I cleared it and wiped it down, turned to walk off and my wrist was grabbed…
I turned back and Sonia was smiling, motioning for me to sit down. “Who me?”
She responded with “How is your night sweety? What time did you start today?”
Me, “Ummmmm at 4pm, its been fine. Not too busy.”
Sonia, “Can you sit for a minute?”
So I sat with Sonia for about 10 minutes, I cant remember what exactly we spoke about but I do remember how she made me feel, special. Like we knew each other, like we were friends, on the same level. That might not sound like a hell of a lot to you guys, but to a girl who served beer to drunk snobs for a living and lived permanently on a couch in the lounge room of a share flat. It meant a lot.
Since that day anytime that I have heard Sonia’s name I tuned in with a little bit of love, when she gets a new hosting gig or had a baby, I felt a little happy for her, a little connected to her, she seemed like a womens women, a celebrity who would prefer to spend her time talking to a non celebrity and a bar chick then networking and star mingling.
So the other day when Sonia made comments on the TV that went against everything I have ever believed in I looked at her and for the first time instead of seeing a strong, beautiful, humble legend… I saw a scared women, a women responding to fear. A kind women saying dangerous and sad things.
And it broke my heart, it broke my heart for the Muslims that I know, for the refugees desperate to escape the same enemy that we are accusing them of being and it broke my heart for Sonia, that she is so scared and in such a position of power that instead of her fears being met with reassurance and education or even a constructive debate, Sonia is being witch hunted and abused.
In fact I have seen more hate about her on my news feed in the last few days then I have seen directed to the Terrorist behind the Nice attack. 😔
I don’t agree with a word that Sonia said, fear is dangerous, but hatred is no way to counteract fear.
So Sonia, you are on your own journey with your opinions. I am not here to change your mind.
I just want to remind you that despite what social media and your colleagues or friends might be saying, to me you will always be the one person that saw me that night that I was covered in beer and ashtray juice.
You saw me as a human and not a servant. I never forgot that.
But I see refugees as humans in need and not terrorists, I hope one day you will too.
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It's time to talk about the freeloading corporate elephant in our hospitals.
If freeloading billionaire corporations paid just 3% of their revenue in tax we could restore every last dollar of the Turnbull Government's vicious hospital cuts. And fully fund Gonski. And reverse Morrison's brutal cuts to aged care.
So Malcolm Turnbull, here's a wild idea for the coming Budget – take on the tax dodging elephants ravaging our hospitals and invest in a health system for Australia's future.
Sydney has it's own burning river: the Nepean River! This video also shows major cracking to Waratah Riverlet both damaged by longwall coal mining.
Despite this appalling damage, longwall mines continue to expand with a number of new longwall mining panels underway and new underground coal mines proposed for the Sydney drinking water catchments. Extraordinary as it seems, and despite promises to the contrary, Sydney's drinking water catchment which is vital to the health and wellbeing of 4.3 million people is not safe from coal mining and its impacts.
Share and join our #Water4Life16 campaign to protect our water this Federal Election: http://www.lockthegate.org.au/water4life
(2nd story: Jake Sturmer reported this story on ABC News, Monday, February 15, 2016 http://www.abc.net.au/pm/content/2016/s4406784.htm)