Last night when Antony Green revealed that the nation had collectively chosen to buy a negatively-geared townhouse in Airport West over saving the Great Barrier Reef I began imagining my family’s off-grid future.

First thing next week we would sell-up, leave all those greedy people to their capital gains exemptions and their coal powered utes and go build a solar-powered Earthship compound somewhere up on the Dargo High Plains.

And surely as Australia was desiccated by drought-driven firestorms and drowned by ever-rising oceans we would be safe in our rammed earth sanctuary, eating bogong moth puttanesca, standing-by to help rebuild a new eco-civilisation.

Later the next morning while I emotionally readied myself for “end-times in East Gippsland” I went out and planted a few banksia seedlings in the garden.

Digging small trees into moist soil for an hour began cooling my angry reptilian brain.

Later on in the loo I thumbed through a copy of Paul Hawken’s Drawdown – 100 Solutions to Reverse Global Warming; I found maintaining my rage when presented with page after page of people, many of them poor and living under repressive governments, taking inspiring climate action .

So on Monday instead of going Captain Fantastic I’m going to go to work and, as always, I’m going to try to convince as many people as I can to eat organically grown food and, as always, try and send as much of that money as I can to the teachers at CERES.

And hopefully, as always, the kids who come to CERES will learn how they can help fix the damage we have just voted to do to our country over the next three years.