Is that monkey wearing a hat?

Dear hearts,

Idiocracy. New term. Capital letter. Capital idea.

All kudos for this little darling must go to the Baby.

There we were, swinging our way through the graceful curves to the beautiful Port Douglas and her markets. Laughing, teasing, blonde hair swirling. The songbird playing DJ, Mother of the year critiquing (with love) the comings and the goings of both sweet young things, when the Baby cries out…I can’t take this idiocracy any more! Such a statement silenced the happy trio, before the laughter flew out of us like helium filled conversation balloons and billowed out of the little bubble of a car. I’m surprised we didn’t lift off…

I’m embracing the term. I am determined to make it part of the Australian vernacular. Well, a part of mine, no less. It’s perfect. Forget idiocy. Idiocracy is a whole new territory. A new world if you like. With its own Government, its own parliament. Can you imagine the Upper House, the House of Idiot Lords? The house of Idiot Commons….In my mind I see all as very well dressed monkeys…in military uniform, with little caps on their heads. Something like the organ grinders monkey, something like Cheetah from the original Tarzan. Noble savage, noble idiot, idiot savant. Alright, I digress…

Then the Libertine speaks of mediocrity. Hmmm. Mediocrity frightens me. Always has. I hope it always will. The specter that is mediocrity was the wolf in sheep’s clothing that Miss Mich would reveal with a start(Boo!) when she told those darling Bright Young Things bedtime stories. Forget Twilight, Dear hearts. The vampire in my opinion is the aforementioned mediocrity. The one thing that terrifies me most, that keeps me awake at night is the fear of descending into the clammy arms of the ordinary. Of accepting things as sufficient. Of thinking, this will do…

And then of course there is The Principle of Mediocrity. Or if you want to sound terribly clever, the Copernican Principle. Throw that little darling in the mix when you wish to rise above the ordinaire, the mediocre. It all comes down to the Ms Morgan-King principle that we are not unique…she must have been channeling Copernicus over morning tea at her kitchen table. Spooky…

What is even spookier is the thought, if you take the Mediocrity Principle and run with it, that there are parallel universes throughout the cosmos, that are showing re runs of So you think you can Dance, Biggest Loser, Aussie Idol and that gem of lowest common denominator reality programming - Big Brother. All as we speak, and all in Clingon obvi…

Imagine all of those parallel life forms sitting down in front of enormous Clingon Plasma TV’s. Wondering who will be the next mediocre thing…

We all like to think we are different, but somehow the same. Take the Indonesian motto “Unity in Diversity”. Take the Benneton tag line “The United Colours of Benneton” (I loved that campaign). My new found favourite, however, is this little pearl just picked up on Brainy Quote:

“In essentials, unity; in differences, liberty; in all things, charity”

That my friends is the most meaningful 10 words out of the 556 I have just written. Apologies to have made you read this far to get to it…Congratulations to those who have persevered.

Enjoy the same difference.

With love
Miss Mich