It was the best of years. It was the worst of years. Most of all however, it was an election year. Like the smoldering wreck that is the asylum seeker's paradoxical ticket to that promised land of fairytale and freedom, so shall be the proverbial fate of any government callous and brazen (crazy?) enough to tackle this issue without the protection afforded by surreptitious deniability. Those avaricious merchants of fraudulence, falsehoods and promiscuous pretences have maligned the innocent and the vulnerable with clandestine hopes and gregarious dreams.
That image of a derelict in distress, onboard which carried a sludge of human suffering, was vivid depiction of the conundrum that is our nation's inevitably controversial foreign policy. It presents a nightmarish scenario of unimaginable proportions for both the presiding political incumbent, our government of the day, as well as the faint instances of subsistence aboard that flotilla of utter dispair and destitution. What happens when an unstoppable force collides in spectacular fashion with an immovable object?
And so begins the impossible and unenviable balancing act between humility and diplomacy. Whilst policymakers and powerbrokers in Canberra contemplate the precarious nature of their deep-seated position, the nation's official stance towards illegal immigration and human trafficking remains shrouded in doubt and disillusionment. In the same context as these displaced refugees drifting across boundless stretches of endless ocean, so too the affliction of a diabolical dilemma which pervades over the conscience of every Australian citizen.
An equitable solution may well prove to be a bridge too far for certain stakeholders with deep, vested interests. In the case of those importune asylum seekers, the state of being at wit's end and with absolutely nothing left to lose might just be their last remaining vestige of closure. A bitter sweet blessing indeed.