Pity the Treasurer, who knows only that he must somehow produce 'growth', growth that will destroy the country his party governs.
Pity the Finance Minister, who desperately needs energetic young people to help prop up an ageing population, but who cannot access them because it is politically impossible to welcome, to employ, to access the talents and determination of those who risk everything to come to our shores.
Pity the Immigration Minister who must spend billions on locking them up in appalling conditions to satisfy the xenophobia of swinging voters.
Pity the Prime Minister, who, unable to provide actual evidence or reasons for the policies he has announced, must repeat inane soundbites tuned to appeal to ignorant, entitled constituents.
Pity most of all those who will come after us, who will have to pick up the pieces, clean up our messes, right our wrongs, and wonder: is this the best they could do?