GreaterPacificNations
16-10-2006, 18:25
I just reached a early morning epiphany (2:50am here). I have noticed of late my tendancies towards, how shall I say, anarchism. Well, not per se, but my train of thought is certainly operating on that bent. I just realised why, and as such took the final step in my journey as an anarchist (philosophically, that is). Right now, as I type, the woman that I love is sweltering away in the semi-developed shithole that is Malaysia (nice place to visit, mind you, you just wouldn't want to live there). I am here in Sydney, and she is over there in Kuala Lumpur.We have been lining apart now for over a year, and it fucking sucks.
Why? Because some shitty collection of clauses and red tape deems that she is not only unskilled, but that we also aren't in a defacto relationship. Maybe she has an Australian degree with a distinction average. Maybe she was in the top 2 percent of her country when she finished school. Maybe she was the captain of every fucking society and sports team there was. Maybe she has been working as an advertising executive for the last year. Maybe she can speak five languages fluently (including perfect english, he first language, better than I). Maybe we lived together for a year, and have been a couple for over 2. Maybe she is wearing my dead mother's engagement ring on her finger. Maybe we have travelled the fucking world together (well, asia). Maybe she is the most important thing in my life. Maybe I am the most important thing in hers.
Despite all of this, the Australian government doesn't seem to concur, and so we are apart. Why? Because a group of people decided in advance some decades ago that our relationship isn't genuine, and that she would be a deadweight on the economy. If she had have studied for 2 years in Australia, rather than just one (which she won on a schoilarship, by the way) they'd agree she was skilled. If she had have lived with me continuously in my apartment for 12 months (instead of 11) before her visa expired they'd agree we are in love. But they don't.
Some old guys in a room somewhere say I can't be with the woman I love on the false pretense that she is not skilled and not in love. Why does that matter? Because it does. Who says it matters? They do. What can i do? Ask them again. It is all because of this BS illusion of power which everyone allows to exist in their acknowledgement of it. There are no visas in actuality. There are no countries, immigration laws, governments, or restrictions. There are only people. Two of them are seperated by sea, and a mob of them have guns and think that it should stay that way.
They don't even care, though. Thats what fucking burns the most. They could agree, and they couldn't. They didn't even consider it, though. instead, our case has been decided by prerequisites. We can't even apply to be considered until we meet the fucking minimums. FUCK! Whose family do I have to threaten to get a green light? It's all a giant fucking joke, and I'm the butt. None of this shit is real.
If she just got on a plane and landed in Australia, some shitheads would tell her to turn around and go back. If I asked them why I'm sure they'd talk some shit about some BS restriction or visa or authority. The fact is there is a young, skilled, hard-working woman from a good family, with no BS religion, who wants to come and pay some fucking tax! Shit! What the fuck is going on?!
It is now, in my drunkened epiphany (I don't even fucking drink and I'm drunk, what a bloody joke) that I realise how much of a farce this government is. Nobody cares. They are in charge, because they say they are, and nobody thinks about it. What do they actually fucking do? I can't be with my true fucking love, because it is against the law. Whose law? Theirs. I don't remember signing any fucking contract to follow that piece of shit. Neither did she. But it still applies. Why? Cos they say it does.
Fuck this, I'm going to sleep.
Why? Because some shitty collection of clauses and red tape deems that she is not only unskilled, but that we also aren't in a defacto relationship. Maybe she has an Australian degree with a distinction average. Maybe she was in the top 2 percent of her country when she finished school. Maybe she was the captain of every fucking society and sports team there was. Maybe she has been working as an advertising executive for the last year. Maybe she can speak five languages fluently (including perfect english, he first language, better than I). Maybe we lived together for a year, and have been a couple for over 2. Maybe she is wearing my dead mother's engagement ring on her finger. Maybe we have travelled the fucking world together (well, asia). Maybe she is the most important thing in my life. Maybe I am the most important thing in hers.
Despite all of this, the Australian government doesn't seem to concur, and so we are apart. Why? Because a group of people decided in advance some decades ago that our relationship isn't genuine, and that she would be a deadweight on the economy. If she had have studied for 2 years in Australia, rather than just one (which she won on a schoilarship, by the way) they'd agree she was skilled. If she had have lived with me continuously in my apartment for 12 months (instead of 11) before her visa expired they'd agree we are in love. But they don't.
Some old guys in a room somewhere say I can't be with the woman I love on the false pretense that she is not skilled and not in love. Why does that matter? Because it does. Who says it matters? They do. What can i do? Ask them again. It is all because of this BS illusion of power which everyone allows to exist in their acknowledgement of it. There are no visas in actuality. There are no countries, immigration laws, governments, or restrictions. There are only people. Two of them are seperated by sea, and a mob of them have guns and think that it should stay that way.
They don't even care, though. Thats what fucking burns the most. They could agree, and they couldn't. They didn't even consider it, though. instead, our case has been decided by prerequisites. We can't even apply to be considered until we meet the fucking minimums. FUCK! Whose family do I have to threaten to get a green light? It's all a giant fucking joke, and I'm the butt. None of this shit is real.
If she just got on a plane and landed in Australia, some shitheads would tell her to turn around and go back. If I asked them why I'm sure they'd talk some shit about some BS restriction or visa or authority. The fact is there is a young, skilled, hard-working woman from a good family, with no BS religion, who wants to come and pay some fucking tax! Shit! What the fuck is going on?!
It is now, in my drunkened epiphany (I don't even fucking drink and I'm drunk, what a bloody joke) that I realise how much of a farce this government is. Nobody cares. They are in charge, because they say they are, and nobody thinks about it. What do they actually fucking do? I can't be with my true fucking love, because it is against the law. Whose law? Theirs. I don't remember signing any fucking contract to follow that piece of shit. Neither did she. But it still applies. Why? Cos they say it does.
Fuck this, I'm going to sleep.