A BAD NIGHT

I have been known to whinge and whine and take the negative view of life but last night was a Rare One for me. It was one of those domino effect tumble downs of OUTRAGE.. Woke me and kept me restless for a goodly part of the night. Before I mated up in my late 50s, I would have got up, made a cup of tea, looked out my window upon whatever solitary night world I was in and settled myself down. Now I tend to try to remain in bed thereby threshing the body of the person beside me with outraged kicks and wriggles and possibly mumblings. 

I have woken with less mental disturbance and a slight quirk of smile but I had best get the rest of the Protest down here before it rots within me.

The CanCan participants  are still dancing past: starting with the truly pathetic palliative care that my sister received in Port Macquarie. In the night they moved onto women being isolated in the bush by their menfolk and through to the Budget and the harsh treatments of the lowest in our social pecking orders.
A seething hot bed of resentments it was - sometime after midnight.
I must have subconsciously burned through a good few of them during the tumultuous night because I am now struggling to recall them. Mind you, if i put a match to the first one - the one about the neglect by authorities of my sister - luckily the enormous love of a family was available to her - Well if I put a match to that, I can probably start a bushfire off again.
I might even do that. I am home for days this week due to one of the household vehicles being in at Navin's for repairs, leaving me as the non-worker at home several kilometres from home. Not too bad a thing because its giving me time to check out the state of my spiritual property.
It doesn't look too well tended just at the moment. Best get this mess out in the open.
I am right royally p***ed off with stinting on heating because of the electricity costs. Its as loopy as when they wanted us to drink our own urine in Toowoomba due to the Drought which ended - no thanks to our pee drinking or not washing our cars or having deep luxurious baths.
I am distressed by the JOB NETWORKS and their generic ' American' techniques. Their complete failure at finding jobs for people or doing anything other than causing distress and further shaming.
Paying rent which is app 50% of our income. That's a protest. The elimination of public housing. The destruction of caravan parks.
The lack of public transport East and West.

I guess what's wrong with me is simply the powerlessness of being able to fix things.