Cynical cold-hearted bitch here.

Last week saw the "celebration" of the one year anniversary of Sorry Day here in the land of Oz.

I am deeply surprised and shocked that nothing has changed for the general welfare of the Aboriginal people in Australia. A magical solution hasn't presented itself overnight or even during the course of a year. Who could have predicted that?

Personally I think the welfare state scenario is working well for them and should be maintained. If it ain't broke why fix it.

For fuck's sake no-one dare mention that drinking your dole cheque away and neglecting your children in a systematic manner at the public's exepense is not an acceptable way to live. I mean "we" caused this mess and therefore it is noble of the Aboriginal people to spend their lives and sacrifice those of their children in exemplifying for "us" exactly how badly they were treated during the past 200+ years.

Would it be unreasonable of me to suggest that in the year that a black man has become president of the United States we could put some of that old bullshit behind us and just ask that ALL Australian citizens be asked to utilise the opportunities and possibilities afforded to them to the best of their personal abilities, no matter what colour? And furthermore that "white" Australians stop making excuses for what is so obviously a miserable situation that isn't helping anyone lead happy lives.

How will things ever truly improve otherwise?

Gee, we survived APEC. What a surprise. Our human rights didn't cease because we couldn't access the Opera House or because we weren't "invited" to the fireworks display.

What will the eternal whingers find to moan about now?

All those wasted Stop Bush t-shirts. Possibly they can be recycled. Any suggestions? I have a few but this is a G rated program.

One of the extra benefits of our recent move is that we are now very cosy neighbours with the high security Silverwater Jail. I spend a lot of my time wondering what it is like in there. Do their wives really bring them cakes with files baked into them? Do they really not bother picking up the soap should they drop it in the shower? Is there really a cell in there occupied by a big bald guy called Bubba? These are the sorts of thoughts which keep me awake at night.

In addition almost every morning as I start-stop along my short but slow trip along Homebush Bay Drive I am joined in the traffic by one of those Correctional Services vans which is undoubtedly moving prisoners to court. I can't see in but I wonder if they can see out. Possibly I have seen Con Air too many times but I do spend a great deal of time scanning the surrounding cars. Is one or more of these innocent looking commuters potential accomplices, awaiting their moment to stop the traffic and orchestrate a daring peak hour break out? What heroic action on my part will save the day? What pithy quip with I produce for the news crews as I casually get back in the car to drive the kids to school?

I know what you're thinking... but really, the yellow pills do seem to be helping.