Lot's Wife Edition 8 2013
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STUDENT AFFAIRS<br />
biology professor and therefore cannot vote.<br />
His hands frantically wring his t-shirt back and<br />
forth and his mind feverishly tries to reconcile<br />
the image in his head of a stately old biology<br />
professor and the dishevelled and wet youth<br />
standing before him. I take advantage of the<br />
ensuing pause and make my escape across the<br />
hallowed white masking tape on the worn<br />
carpet. Apparently it is election week.<br />
My usual tact in election week involves<br />
blending in with the wallpaper and avoiding<br />
the manically enthusiastic advances of comers<br />
from all sides as if they were infectious. The<br />
Clayton gods had different plans for me this<br />
year, though, and I immediately came face to<br />
face with one of the head honchos of Clayton’s<br />
own resident career antagonists, running this<br />
year on a ticket heavy-handedly dubbed “Left<br />
Hook”. He frantically began to inform me of<br />
the fascist undertones of the bigoted policies<br />
of the other ratfuckers running in the election,<br />
and though I don’t really align politically, it’s<br />
hard to ignore someone so honest in their<br />
fervour that they will walk around in red all day<br />
yelling at passers-by. Our discussion progressed<br />
and eventually it was time for consummation<br />
via how-to-vote card, which was forcefully<br />
thrust into my hand without my consent. At<br />
this point I noticed something odd, though.<br />
There were candidates for Left Hook, the most<br />
ardently anti-establishment party on campus,<br />
running on the ticket of Go!.<br />
‘It’s because it’s strategic, it’s nothing<br />
ideological. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,’ he<br />
assured, his eyes glinting in a way that made me<br />
think that he probably realised it was a little<br />
fucked up, too.<br />
That was enough to pique even my<br />
interest. What does that say about these parties,<br />
leagues apart on the political spectrum, willing<br />
to compromise their principles and dive into<br />
the mud together for just a sniff of political<br />
gravy?<br />
Throughout the week, almost<br />
unintentionally, I began to find out other<br />
things about this year’s election that made that<br />
first fetid whiff seem like just a precursor to<br />
something more.<br />
The MSA elections have, in recent years,<br />
revolved around the incumbent juggernaut,<br />
Go!. Holding the high majority of office bearing<br />
positions in the Monash Student Association,<br />
they are well equipped, influential, and<br />
numerous. The campus crawls with an army of<br />
feverish blue shirts, and among their ranks are<br />
without doubt a few future career politicians.<br />
By sheer numbers alone they overwhelm<br />
competing tickets and feed on their carcasses.<br />
Maybe jumping into their sleeping bag isn’t so<br />
incomprehensible after all.<br />
‘They’re everywhere. It’s like an empire.<br />
My advice is just not to fuck with them,’<br />
remarks another friend of mine whose political<br />
libido, like my own, is satisfied by observation.<br />
He has a flair for the dramatic, but the tone<br />
of the conversation still implored me to learn<br />
more. We sat undercover as it rained, shooting<br />
the shit, and he eventually mentioned the<br />
extension of the Go! tentacle into my very own<br />
Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong>.<br />
“What does that say about these<br />
parties, leagues apart on the<br />
political spectrum, willing to<br />
compromise their principles and<br />
dive into the mud together for just<br />
a sniff of political gravy?”<br />
Some of the most powerful laws in<br />
society aren’t law at all, but convention.<br />
They’re not written in black letter, but they<br />
still carry weight in the mass respect they<br />
inspire. An example is that, in our democracy,<br />
the government shouldn’t really meddle in<br />
the affairs of the media. This idea is already a<br />
little bit hobbled at Monash, as Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> must<br />
submit requests for money to the MSA, like a<br />
griping child to a parent. In fact, Lot’s has to ask<br />
for permission to spend the money generated by<br />
the magazine itself via advertising. Journalistic<br />
independence isn’t dead, per se, but it’s taken<br />
a hell of a beating. Add to that the fact that<br />
Go! also decided to install their own choice of<br />
editors, rather than following convention and<br />
accepting the endorsements of the previous<br />
editors for the position, and journalistic<br />
independence at Monash is lying in a gutter<br />
outside the Nott in a pool of blood and shards<br />
of glass, spitting out teeth and trying to work<br />
out which way to crawl home.<br />
Admittedly, my own affection for the<br />
publication and the ideals of a democracy might<br />
be colouring my language. Maybe I should have<br />
slept more before writing this. Maybe having<br />
state run media at Monash will result in a fair<br />
and balanced approach to reporting. That’s<br />
actually not a bad mantra: fair and balanced.<br />
They should use that.<br />
Maybe I should just vote for Free Beer.<br />
They sound like they have solid policy.<br />
‘Yeah you would vote for Free Beer,<br />
wouldn’t ya.’ my friend continues. I think I’m<br />
being lambasted.<br />
‘That’s part of the empire, they get idiots<br />
like you to vote for that stupid stuff on the<br />
Feeder Tickets and it just consolidates the<br />
empire.’<br />
I am out of my depth, but I’ll have a<br />
go at this. The “Feeder Tickets”, like “Free<br />
Beer” and “Free Parking” are like your friendly<br />
neighbourhood white supremacy party in the<br />
following ways: they’re on the periphery, and<br />
only crackpots and people who don’t care<br />
will swing them a vote. However, behind<br />
closed doors they have a creepy preference<br />
deal that moves these votes gained in apathy<br />
and boredom to a mainstream political party,<br />
like the ALP. Or like Go!. As far as I can tell,<br />
another layer was just added to the continually<br />
thickening plot and I am really out of my depth.<br />
I spent the rest of my Tuesday alternately<br />
seething and forgetting. By the end of the week,<br />
it’s clear that Go! has prevailed, with some of<br />
the Left Hook candidates dragged in on their<br />
shirt tails.<br />
Don’t look to me for a pronouncement of<br />
what it all means or what happens from here.<br />
The fog cleared and for an instant I saw the real<br />
layout of the city. All that I really know is that<br />
a lot more goes on behind closed doors in our<br />
windy abode than I previously thought.<br />
‘Ah, don’t worry about it bro. We’re<br />
gonna be out of here soon and then it’s not our<br />
problem.’<br />
Maybe my doomsday ramblings aren’t<br />
really necessary.<br />
Maybe that decaying odour is actually just<br />
from that dodgy sushi place.<br />
Thomas Clelland is not a member of any political<br />
party on campus.<br />
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