HARVEST BREKKY DIGNITY AT LUNCH

I woke to happy chatter on the dim dawn air to find this view from my kitchen window: they're picking the baby Grenache bush vines on the ironstone slope beside Ironheart ... tasted, wrote, took photographs, filed copy. raised the Ground Crew from Last Night, drank two pots of cawfy, waved 'em orf with the PA and went to a stinkingly dignified lunch with Kelly Vincent, the Dignity Party’s representative in our Legislative Assembly. 

Kelly's the youngest woman ever elected to an Australian parliament, and the first person elected on the platform of the rights of disabled people. 

Here I hope she's going to win her first re-election after some long years in the Upper House. She's exemplary in her crisp, determined curiosity and can blaze an honesty around that's hot enough to peel paint. 

You know Bitcoin? How people trade and mine Bitcoin? Steal it? Like grease their own greed?

Contrast: Kelly deals in dignity. She works really hard to get dignity for people. Gets on the news. Fights for it. Talks over and over and long and persistent on the radio. Gets dignifying legislation through. Then she gives it away for free. Dignity. 

Not a bad sort of a currency, dignity.

The wine business should be supporting Kelly and using her sage advice about how we must think on new angles to accommodate people with tricky bits like her cerebral palsy. She's a grammar/syntax nut too, more cognoscent than the rest of the importance of logical language patterns.

Vote 1 Dignity Party. Vote for Kelly.