but conjunction 1 used to introduce a phrase or clause contrasting with what has already been mentioned.
It’s just one tiny little word; three innocuous-looking letters. But what power rests in that word.
Gay couples will be given the right to nominate their partners as beneficiaries for superannuation, the federal government has declared. This is the same federal government that has already voted down countless bills designed to enable people in same-sex relationships to access their partner’s retirement savings in the event of death. So why the change of heart?
It’s all in the magic word: but.
Gay couples will get superannuation rights, but the same bill will change the Marriage Act to define marriage as ‘one man, one woman, and no poofters’. Gay couples will get superannuation rights, but the same bill will contain provisions to outlaw overseas adoptions by same-sex couples. “Here’s your money, you pervert, now hands off the kids.”
By my reckoning that’s one tiny step forward and two almighty steps back. You can have your dead boyfriend’s hard-earned money, but you can’t have legal recognition of your relationships, and you can’t have kids.
Are we supposed to be dancing in the streets? Exactly how freakin’ dumb do they think we are?
One government source said last night that critics would find it harder to attack the changes as homophobic because the bans on adoption and marriage were counter-balanced by the superannuation reforms.
“It’s not a gay-bashing exercise,” the source said.
Hello? The bans are “counter-balanced” by the super reforms?
This is one “critic” who won’t find it at all difficult to attack these changes. They are mean-spirited, cynical, insipid, hateful and homo-fucking-phobic as all get out. It’s a gay-bashing exercise of the worst and most cynical kind.
What we’re witnessing here is a government staring down the barrel of defeat and prepared to do anything to avoid it. What crikey.com.au yesterday called “the Howard government death rattle”.
The government stinks. We know it, they know it, and they know we know it. Iraq, Guantanamo Bay, Medicare, university funding, refugees, political rorts, Kyoto — they’re covered in excrement and they stink.
John Howard is hurtling towards political oblivion, and when the chips are down, Howard reaches for the wedge. He’s got plenty of form on that and no-one plays the wedge like the short man. Three years ago, the Tampa sailed onto our horizon. Howard turned the misery of the 400-odd miserable wretches the Tampa plucked from the sea into a political shell game for his own benefit. This year, he’s unlikely to be so lucky, so he has to find someone to bash at home.
Face it, kids: we are this year’s Tampa.
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