‘Just’ a bloody dreamer

No ‘Just’ about it.

I am a bloody dreamer, and proud of it. In fact I had a dream last night that the Greens (my employers) got 20% in the General Elections on the 26th November. Which is a pipe dream given they got close to 7% 3 years ago.

I don’t dream that often, so I pay attention when I do. Of course, this is ‘just’ my subconscious putting on an epic production which plays into my hopes and deepest desires for how this chapter of humanity plays out. The dream went into the details of how we accomplished it, so I know what it will take.

Then I woke up, and the biggest cyclone in the world, ever, was heading straight for our neighbours in Aussie, and this website was polling the Greens at 52%.

Of course, the latter only proves that the Greens have better social media connections than the other political parties. But the former point might be ‘just’ the sort of wake up call that Kiwis need to catapult us into a brave new direction. Cyclone Yasi is close to home, but not too close. She follows closely on the heels of devastating floods in Northland and Coromandel,  and deepening droughts in Canterbury. Again.

This, on the heels of a national tragedy that we have to own as a nation because we sent our men down dark damp holes to dig up fossilized sunshine instead of onto the roofs of New Zealand homes to capture sunshine or any other number of Green Jobs that are available to countries who choose to invest in a smart future.

We might ‘just’ be reaching a threshold. Our awareness of environmental degradation has been exponential. 7 years ago, ‘sustainability’ was a relatively unknown term. Now everyone knows what it means. The cat is out of the bag, and we can never go back.

What if the Green Party of Aotearoa New Zealand, with its progressive Co-Leadership and its fresh team of high caliber candidates is actually fit, and ready to govern? And what if that is the message that New Zealanders start to share with each other? What if the change Kiwis want is Green, and New Zealanders begin to want it, bad? What if they start looking at Russell and Metiria as their ticket out of this hell hole, this grave that we are digging ourselves into?

It might ‘just’ work out that way. There are 300 days until the election. I am not going to be surprised to wake up on the 301st day and shake the hands and probably hug our first Co-Prime Ministers.

Because I too, have a dream. And there is no ‘Just’ about it.

If you have any doubt in your mind about The Greens ‘fitness to govern’ watch this video. He has all his hair, and its never had a dye bottle go anywhere near it…