Communities Thank Pokie Addicts
You look comfortable under your newspaper . . .
Right around Australia – which is, you know, NSW and a couple of other fairly unimportant (albeit it occasionally charmingly old-fashioned) bits – Community Leaders are in panic over the impending loss of all essential local services due to proposed restrictions on the spending behaviour of poker machine addicts. Particularly in rural areas. The most panic-stricken are the Managers of rural drinking festivals – “pubs”, “RSLs”, “Bowlos” and “Leagues clubs” in the local dialect.
These managers claim that the sky will fall and the earth be swallowed up as earthquakes of doom and the tsunami of proposed poker machine gambling legislation simultaneously devour, desertify and drown their villages.
The playing fields will turn to dust, the cultural centres to rubble, and the cows will stop producing milk.
Country music will no longer be heard. Women will no longer know that they ought to stand by their man. Men will not know when their dog has died.
This is why these beacons of social cohesion, these massifs of Aussie common sense and basic good old Australian values, have gathered together with one voice and with one purpose.
This week they have been seen around the “rule’n’rege’nel” towns of Australia, in its dusty back streets and forlorn parks.
Hundreds of good old Aussie boys in RSL badges and footy jumpers have been talking to down-and-outers throughout the land.
One by one they have approached the homeless pokie addicts who for so many years have taken their life savings, their pension money, newstart allowance, their wife’s money and the money they have embezzled from local businesses, and poured it into the poker machines of the happy-to-oblige no-questions-asked local RSLs, footie clubs and pubs.
“No, don’t bother to get up,” they say to their depressed, broken, often drunken, and emaciated fellow-citizens.
“You look too comfortable down there under your newspaper in your shit, piss and vomit.
“We just want to say thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! It is only because of you that we are able to maintain the wonderful community services that our establishments provide with a small percentage of the huge profits that we make; thanks to you.
“We’re sorry to hear about your wife and kids and how they’ve left you. We’re sorry to hear you lost your house and your job.
“But make no mistake, you are the real pillars of our community. Without your addiction to our bright, shiny and excitingly noisy machines our towns would be nothing.
“Without you, how would our townsfolk ever hear mediocre, has-been talent scraping the last few dollars off their careers singing Slim Dusty covers? Where would they learn to do line dancing? How would the old folk spend their last days if your gambling addiction wasn’t funding the perfect manicures of their bowling greens?
“We honour your sacrifice (again, sorry about the wife, kids, house and job).
“In fact at our next board meeting the Committee will discuss naming our poker machines after all the pokie addicts who have given our town so much. So much money.
“You are more than welcome at our clubs and pubs on pension day (or if, you know, one of your estranged kids comes across a little money and forgets to hide it from you) to keep up your important work for the community (but please have a bit of a wash first, okay?)”
And as they return to their comfortable houses on the hill, they smile contentedly over a thoughtful job well done, slide into their leather recliners with a Johnny Blue, scowl at that bastard Wilkie on the news, put on the Céline Dion CD, ponder the pros and cons of a future career in politics . . .
. . . and thank god for the pokie addicts.
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