A Battle for Hearts and Minds

From what I read this morning on the front page of the local paper, it's shaping up to be quite a fight. In the one corner we have a person with the uplifting, city-sounding words 'corporate support' as part of their job title. In the other corner we have those much loved, fundraisers extraordinaire, the local ladies of the Country Women's Association.

Ding! Out comes the shire's representative hitting heavily with business-speak sentences that include cheery zingers like '...discontinued the previous fee waiver policy...', '...implementation of the community facility hire rate to ensure equity with other community groups...', and '...to assist them with the transition including providing assistance and advice on making an application to...'

Ding! The CWA and its defenders butterfly-dance into the ring and counter with '...group that has a long history in the shire dating back to 1931...', '...all money raised goes to the community...', '...explain why the CWA has now been slugged for this enormous bill...", and '...what have we done so wrong to incur this kind of wrath from the council?'. There's also a lovely group photo of the grey-haired nans who have been baking scones for good causes for decades, cheery middle-aged types who can whip up trays of vanilla slices at the drop of a needy hat, and younger women, possibly trendy muffin makers, who will be the mainstays of the organisation in the years to come, one of whom is - bam! bam! bam! - hugging a cute country bub.

All I can say is, good luck with winning that one, local evil shire bosses.