Aspiration is such an ironic word to use, given the utter destruction of the aspirations of so many people by the pursuit of this secret policy.
Some examples leap to mind from personal experience:
The aspirations of school age children to learn and achieve similar or better educational standards of those who preceded them. Any parent who has witnessed the standard of remote teaching delivered by the New South Wales high schools can confirm kids are currently in a bizarre day care on Zoom holding pattern. Any pretence they are learning the curriculum disappeared long ago.
The aspirations of small business owners, particularly those reliant on footfall or seasonal business. They’ve learned a brutal lesson that the government can destroy their livelihoods at the stroke of a pen and an 11am press conference.
The aspirations of people to visit family overseas, for happy or sad reasons. The university graduation ceremony for a child or to attend the funeral of a parent are two personal examples.
Aspirations are hard to measure but you damn well know when they’ve gone.
Let’s remind ourselves of the reason why this juggernaut of destruction has been driven through our aspirations (source):
As with the financial crisis of 2008, Grandad and Granny have been bailed out by their grandkids. Again.
Nobody was asked, nobody was consulted.
But far worse than that, not a single Opposition MP or “Independent. Always” journalist is asking questions about this ongoing transfer of aspirations from the young to the old at the 11am press conferences.
Speaking truth to power. That may have been a thing once, I recall.