8 March dear mr minister, to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of country and i am you directly responsible. ive got no diseases, no birthmarks, im not black, im not female, sure im jewish, but basically im a straight white male, and i cant understand why there is a feather left for me to ruffle. mr prime minister, im queasy every time i the newspaper. i read about the new flag the is demanding and whether our emblem should contain a southern or not and i cant believe its even worth the discussion. i want to see a giant penis on our flag. i it made of velvet and in glitter. i want a flag that is worthy of a burning. i want to know why isnt our minister a homosexual? i was personally more in whether or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse than any of the issues you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why do you always wear black and grey? are you something? are you of us? i still cant believe there is a feather for me to ruffle. i want to know why there are accents all over my television set. as far as im concerned, is a german philosopher. why do all australian rock sing in american accents? why are there no australian musicians? mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a black party? is our bob dylan? where is our andy why do you make me sound like a rate allen ginsberg? answer me. what do you know about anyway. why dont we learn anything in perhaps that was a sweeping generalization but i finished twelve years of it and i know how to spell your but cannot be bothered to write it down. why am i so of where i am from? i sit up all night watching infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i cannot of one reason to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr minister, are you going to give me a fucking break? i want to see you in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or hard copy footage of you doing naughty things in kings cross, and i want to say i knew it away! why do you me? every time i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to me in cars. and i havent even done anything. yet. mr prime minister, im as as you are. get me some glamour, mr minister, some escapism. i want to know why we still havent settled the aboriginal right issue. ill give up my house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this our home. lets stop kidding around. mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i slept for five days, ive been waiting up for reruns of good morning america and i you have about me. when did we a colony? mr minister, im restless. mr prime minister, i dont like the we are in, and im holding you responsible. friend, benjamin lee