Cave Hermits Union of
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The moments that history passes over, to be in Hong Kong, there via live television, like you are nowadays a part of the audience, this telecast is a beauty, all please stand and blow those trumpets, every one who watches takes part in these massive telecasts, a concentration of minds, so many eyes on the one subject, a myriad separate instances of opinion and who would ever tell the same story, it's all interpreted in their individual biases, cept mine of course, the well balanced viewpoint... Ha...
Anyhow didn't want to record it all, this thing is invading my privacy now, pluck a duck, they said a long good bye, one daughter cried, the Prince was alone cause of an unacceptable woman, down there in the hull is the rejected woman-friend, poor Camilla, they all hugged and put on the Ritz, the ex-governor air-kissed hundreds of women like the macho buck... The boat pulled out from the Harbour, as once it was one of their gun boats that pulled in, and it's over, so back in China's Hong Kong there's a big meal going on, a big Yum-Cha...
The Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit was wearing that flat hat, like a flat tack, looking up at Roosevelt, wouldn't have surprised me to see the big cartoon hammer come down and flatten him properly, bang right into the ground, a wonderful cartoon character he is, that power walk thing he's seen doing too, isn't a very relaxed and comfortable looking leader, and then he stands about talking to taller people, like baseball giants instead of Chinese giants, and his head jerks and twitches about, like one of those ball swallowing dummies they have at the show, makes a creepy image, feel a cringe every time he pops up...
And when there's history being made in the handover of Hong Kong the biggest business event for the future, he's off watching baseball in the US somewhere, what a weirdo, why wasn't he up there making arrangements better for the national good, he doesn't want to be with the embarrassment and shame he's created whenever he's in their company now...
Feeling overawed with the Honkers big time bash, but wouldn't want to be part of it, unless there was a soul mate to be with, who knew just how hypocritical we could be, to take the Mickey out of it, seeing the biggest party organiser and the smiles, you have to have a good time at those prices, or be made to feel had, I don't want to be had, there's better things than that, so plastic and false and flimsy, who cares to be such a burden on all the other backs, but there you go, it's history...
That's twice today saw Gough, good ol' Gough, The Dismissal Gough, the winner in the long run, where's Garfield and Cur's Kerr, was so good on the Our ABC, 7:30 Report, got the issues down pat, but then there's things he says leave you hanging, like You may call me Anne? The two women of the protagonists making friends, was it, dunno with Gough, he talks in cryptics so much, but on the issues tonite he was excellent, about Pauline and all, but he reckoned the two conspired to get rid of the barrister from Sydney, a personal vendetta from a twisted pair, seems right too, and was funny at the end reckons on how he made so much History, he's a Lovely ol' Darlin' man, and has that lovely Imp in him, got a giggle out of him tonite...
These left and right hemisphere brain swings, the plans put forward to have the faults picked out of them, the optimist and the pessimist argument to make your mind up, but right then it seemed so right to have put the words out "There", cause if it works with setting up a home then it's worth the risk...
They got the drugs on Our ABC, 1st Wednesday, the phony war, best thing is to get the kids doing something, where they can enjoy themselves with a positive outlook, that's the only real way, where the kid looks at the choices, do you need that extra shit or can you live on happily without it, the reason they take drugs is cause they're unhappy without it...
Phew! Chili, stir fry chicken with heaps of vegetables, what a struggle, and noodles, just recalling Gough, all the plugs he introduced, even Telstra got one, and then Lindsay Tanner and Mark Latham or someone, the new Young Turks, but Gough still pushes the Free-Trade-Barrow, I just can't go along with that, you have to have a strategic mix of all the major technologies where our own people can get into the practice of real work on them, and cement in a security and independence...
Importing anything has an evil effect on our own independence, they call it Luddite and Head-Burying, but I call it relaxed and comfortable, and internally peaceful, besides you can look after the environment if the pressure cooker is turned off...
Really looking forward to taking a trip soon in the Sojourner, the shoe box driving about on Mars... Then the idea of this big bouncy beach ball style thing Bob-Bob-Bobbing along with it's precious nucleus, the eyes of man, to spy out the nooks and crannies, close up, up there on Mars, wonder if it has windshield wipers, be interesting to see these seasonal winds that rip across the place, like a summer is more definite on each pole, so there must be polar rushes of winds, dust and stuff, this little vehicle will be there in that, happens at 3 am in the morning, on Saturday...
And the sight of the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit speaking to Shirley of Peeeeecock's, and she sat there inured with oblivion to him, was a wonderful sight, another one to add to the stumbling up the White House steps, when he walks looking tall he can't see where he's going, like his politics too, and then he juggled a toy car he was given, and those power walks with a woman who could remember, that other strange man, the Deputy, and then with Maggie, he was just the inane, the words and smile stretched, and Maggie looked desperate for a human being somewhere, the images that record this trip amazin', and while parliament was sitting and putting the expired note on Prosser, like Gough said he only went to visit overseas when we were on holidays and they were working, poor old Gough, he's so appropriate...
From the insane to the inane, the Mr Bean arrived in Sydney today, and cavorted about with all the misadventures, so oblivious, a wonderful insight to the indignities, and there to arrive on the same day as Mr Bean is the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit, now after that overseas trip, makes a dreadful thing to do, but he does compare with Mr Bean, our own Mr Bean PM, oh god, just hope that image vagues away...
So there's a leadership issue in New Labor, with Kim there in the Opposition, what can you do? Well making a bit more fuss about things, like I reckon you already know you don't like this Tory Cabal, but the New Labor ought to be saying why, why we don't like em...
But they're all torn, all over, the big consolidations of political groups are falling apart, like marriages and all relationships, this Tory Individualism pervades all through society now, competition for every damn thing, rather than sharing, you're all on your own, so everyone else can go and get stuffed, 'twould be better to all get together, at least in New Labor, put a proper socialist package up too, but a few definite votes, you'd have a proper lobby too...
Being the government now, for this mob, hasn't got the power to do as much damage, cause of the other groups, maybe that idea of Gough's for one man one vote or woman and redistribution of electorates properly, the simultaneous elections every four years, would be a good experiment to make, which would entrench itself...
Having the mad xtian Pro-Life Senator from Tasmania with 18 kids balancing his influence with votes, and saying he ain't corrupt all the time, fancy him being powerful cause of a cheating on the voting systems, in NSW you can't get a dope like that elected... There was Fred and Elaine though, like Joe and Flo they would make the most revolting porno movies... Cross Kissing...
Got to be My Favourite show now, well along with Roy and HG, but Good News Week on Our ABC, is fabulous, the Shirley Maclean slept with both of them, was good, that show is absolutely fabulous, so damned topical I know every answer though, and to think once they had those stooopid quiz shows like they have on other channels somewhere or other, the PrivaTVes, Pick A Box was one, and now it's Sale of the Century with uplift bras for brains...
Just saw how Down Boy Costello was skiting about selling the gold, caused a stir in the Holy Market, another leg kicked out from the table we all eat at., would this be seen as some basic tinkering, to buy foreign government securities, they pay more, the Reserve Bank is now going speculating, chasing profits, there's a cold musty draught of warning about this, the Day the Dog started the Depression...
Whenever there's never a clamour from the public, and a surprise unexpectedly pops up, then watch out, this is another harebrained rational economist dreamt up schemey thing, a smart arse conspiracy style, the sort of thing the people who worry about conspiracies conspire to do, so coming down from the ivory towers is this new glib game with gold, gambling gits, selling something real for a piece of paper, perception of value, how much will the papers be worth in the crash, what will we get back when we ask the Dog to redeem them, what will he do then, crawl away in a cringe, what the hell's the good of that... Wish someone would chuck him a bone over a cliff somewhere...
The Sojourner has landed, the pictures have arrived, and from across the Tasman the All-Blacks and the Wallabies head to head again, good to be snug at home after a morning of breakfasting with Houie, reading the paper on the jetty, lounging about in the wintry sun, beautiful and green and damp, snug here in the shed-life, Hmmm, and tonite Gough is on Roy and HG and so many other marvelous things to keep up with, and now the kick off...
Had all these survey results on the Mood Of The Nation, wasn't good, wasn't any different to what I perceived anyway, they're all pissed off, they'd rated their dislikes and blamed the pollies, big business, education, foreign influence or ownership, but unions and ethnics were the least of their worries...
I reckon they want Australian owned and run businesses, even if they are government, they want long time dignified careers, so they can take out a mortgage, and raise a family and be normal, competing with slave labour from the rest of the world is anathema, I reckon to have free trade with an importer then only if they have free trade unions too, and free press, and share standards of living...
Oh god, the All Blacks are dominant, after all the analysis you hear of these clashes with the Kiwis, it seems the word that really matters, another anathema to me, is the Mongrel, they have a game with cruel mongrel as part of it, that's the ingredient that came from the English Prefects, they can keep it... Just as well the RahRah's do it to each other... 'Tis a good game though, but the Wallabies are being crucified, spose that's where they stick their sprigs through each other, nail 'em...
Been riding the Mars landing down on the Internet, found the first photos and took copies and got onto CNN and started reading messages...
On Our ABC, Background Briefing they had the investigative journalist being harassed and picked on by unseen forces hidden in the corruptions, so the freedoms of speech have pressures coming from different directions, from the xtian right, and the corrupt below...
And there were stories of the conspiracy theorists jumping on the Hansonite band wagon, they have a theory that Martin Bryant was set up so the gun buy back could be brought in, huh? That buy back thing is the most futile waste, and it's taxpayer money too...
A Monday dawns, the first xtian god ordained working day, and there are the minds waking, to either face another hopelessness, or to be filled with enthusiasm, the difference is their sense of purpose and usefulness, and belonging, the rejection and isolation from the economy descends like a black cloud on the non-participants, 'cept for me that is, the things out there to buy aren't produced by enough people who can buy them, full participation in the economy, where you can take your share, and spend it, makes the invisible hand work...
When these highly efficient producers produce for jobless customers with no purchasing power, you get the collapse in confidence you've got now, the accolades piled upon people who get rid of jobs ought to be reversed, they are destroying the society...
One of the latest books reviewed on Our ABC, Life Matters had the dreamy times of youthfulness back in vogue, letting the kids have the time to be young and day dream, and live in their own untidiness mess, and become their people, and have the room to move when they reach adolescence, and to have the parents and other families included in their lives, to get the variety of values in their own heads, was a cute little story she said how her kids each had an individuality, and her youngest boy had been a pursuer of his own interests, when he was invited to play soccer he felt flattered, and was kitted-out for the first trial games, he came home and said How much better it would be if each kid had his own ball, so they wouldn't all have to chase after the same one...
Then the Outworkers, the rag trade, unorganised from unions, and in work, in secret, to avoid the taxes and fees, and being ostracised for making a fuss, being exploited by the system, the future of the black factory where no one is required on the floor, so the lights are out, who gets to buy the output? Who can afford it?
I have often thought some sort of prize for employers who have large numbers on their staff, to encourage large social workforces, a complete reversal of downsizing, how could a government allow an employer an incentive to make them richer, cause of who employs more gets more, and another one for a company which pays the most tax, they rate them in Japan, it's a matter of pride for a large corporation to employ a large workforce and pay a heap of tax, yet this crazy mob of bossy britches in the Tory So-Called Liberals still want to use the old colonial whip, twirps...
On PackerVision the 60 Minutes-Less-Commercials Show on unemployment had an audience, and the Clown Wreath and that Amanda of the Right family, as spokes-people for the Downsizers and Squeeze-Them, the poor kids present were saying they wanted a dignified life, McMurders was the icon of lampoonery, and the Compere, that magical bloke, made some of the audience disappear by denying them the right to speak, very educational 'twas...
Heard Sunday Concert on Our ABC, was The Corrs and had them being recorded at some of the concerts they'd performed on their tour, so Celtic with the flute, that flute sound, and they sound just fabulous a twangy one at that...
The foreign owned management of the Hunter Valley Coal Mines are fighting the workers, the union has a picket line across the railway, an empty freight train drives up and stops, and the driver supports the union, so who's suffering and who's gaining, the owners wants costs cut, less workers, to make more profits, the workers want more money and better conditions to live a better lifestyle, a better standard of living... Cause if you nationalised the coal and only sold it at exorbitant rates that drive consumers to switch to clean fuels, we'd all live on in the future rather than all end up in the drink...
Those owners will never win against the masses, all you got to is stick together and demand a standard of living, why believe the employers? Who are they looking after? The workers? You don't want to listen to the Bosses, just regulate them out of it, you vote in a left wing socialised government and insist on a better standard of living, why put up with all this unhappiness the bossy types have brought upon you, why blame the other poor sods looking for a life...
There's enough to go round in Australia, if you take it out of the hands of the rich, and put it in the hands of the public sector, see that's when they start to scream, but once the public are catered for, in a decent basic standard of living in the public sector, then you can let those bossy ones fight it out for the bells and whistles...
But don't let them intrude in our basic lives, they are a misery, all they want is more and more, more work, more fractured dedication, more play acting a McMurders Smile, well they can go and get stuffed, piss off while the decent people put in a good welfare state, where we are all taken care of first, then let them go and make their millions,... Just get out of our faces, we don't want to be like you, dickheads... There that feels a lot better...
And had just read a little rant from Bob Ellis too, the one where he keeps asking Where are the good damned jobs then, directed at the Economic Correctness, the Eco-Rats, the Tories, it's them, and all their consultants and models, all their big promises and schemes and damned competition policies, bullshit, he reckoned they were like those religious cretins who turn up on your doorstep selling religion, did wonders for Northern Ireland, they had a silent march today, you could hear the fists though, but these fundamental religions including economics, are for cretins...
Well they are, they got this Holy Market for a god, the same old pack of fortune tellers through the ages, the witch doctors and priests and astrologers, now they call themselves economists, and reckon they know cause the computer model spits it out, doesn't even have the environment in it, let alone happiness, flipping fools...
You need parental government, a family of people, a big national family, in a proper family you don't let some of them suffer, everybody gets a meal at the table, after that you can go out and play capitalism games with your competitive god, if it works right there'll only be one idiot left, having killed off all his competition, and have no one out there to buy what he's got, so what's he worth in the end, stuff all, standing in a sea of dead souls, lost their spirit...
The Eco-Rats have killed off the spirit, always got the whip out, a nation of resentment, looking for someone to scapegoat, and they get turned like sheep by that Hanson bunch to blame the blameless, they ought to turn their bigoted snarls towards that insufferable Tory Coalition and get rid of them for a start...
You want a government who puts people first, businesses and corporations have to do what they do under the regulations laid down by the community, why let them make the rules, Sign this or get out, what a hide, it's the same old slavery, and divide and rule, strengthen the unions, it's your only way, by grouping together you become a force, when things were good unions were strong, look at it now, Sign This Or Get Out, what a hopeless joke...
One of the sad things about Unions too is that they've turned out to be Lobbies or Pressure Groups and stand alone outside the economy, they need to become affiliated in a workers union where you strike, by striking you can affect the economy and that's the only way to get what you want, you can talk till your blue in the face and they just keep on going, when their phones don't work, their power goes off, their Public Services get turned off, then they have to change the way things are done...
The worker voice was the strike, it's the only way you can say no, this poor generation is being taken to the cleaners cause they can't say no...
Blood in the streets with one of those Hansonite Rallies, these stirrers who throw things stuff up the whole protest, then they king hit some dork out of the blue, any persuasion you can garner from a peaceful protest is lost when they chuck things, and start those physical incidents, and include the police in it, and generally stuff up the whole thing, they make it dangerous, like letting bungers off and then getting trampled in the stampede, ought to identify with the coloured orange ribbon for non-violence, always some twirps turn up to spoil a good peaceful protest... Like up at Newcastle when the pushing and shoving got rough, Me and some good people joined into a few choruses of "Give Peace a Chance", that's all we are saying, was good feeling Just, instead of being cranky and outrageous, that militant attitude is a no-no for me...
The Trials and Tribulations of Labor in Opposition, what to do, how do you govern a nation of nasty souls, the Nastier greedier Australia of today, the appeal to those minds that couldn't even recognise the goodness of the Keating years, what a contrast to this can of worms now, last night there was more blood, and eggs and piss spilt, those divisions between the rednecks and the bleeding hearts, how do you bridge that gulf now, there we were under Keating going forward, a model to the rest of the world and now it's calamity, a nowhere government... The country in the worst bad mood it's been in for ages...
The latest from the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit was to say he was sick of the disparaging labels flung at him, and he went into another rant, those high pitched stump thumping idiotic speeches to cocktail parties, what a turkey...
Beautiful wintry sun today, the air is cool but the sun can warm you, and the UV seems to be just as glarey... Fish report, there's hardly any, by watching the tide rise and fall, the water clear, too clear with acid, too oily with scum, and two crabs only, and one small school of inchlings, two or three pairs of ducks, one diver, two Ibis, one tiny little finch of the mangrove variety, a single adventurous little creature swimming against the current and checking out the floaties, and one strange squid like looking thing, but the most apparent thing was the lack of anything, barren waters, sad to remember how it once was full of life, what a pity...
No worries, just get stuck into the self flagellating Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit, god he's an embarrassment, and now the gold miners are ready to pulverise him it seems, poor rich blokes whingeing about losing billions, dear oh dear...
The Howard-Hanson induced riots continue, and as well they've picked on some old Black Panther Lorenzo, to display the Tories' loony views of free speech, and then they've revealed what we all didn't already know, the Tories want the poor to take a pay cut, and to make it work of course you'd have to reduce the dole, so whip those on the bottom, that's the flagellation the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit wants to impose, with Amanda Dominatrix, and guess what, employment is flat, so anger goes up... Has anyone asked the Employment Minister, how the markets drying up in Asia has affected the figures or how everyone is afraid to spend...
Now this war has started up in Cambodia there's no Auntie. Our ABC, Radio Australia, closed down, downsizing budget cut back firing, by the Tories, they'd gunned for Our ABC, and ended up shooting themselves in the foot again, the real information broadcast to Asia, through all those dictatorships, the only true source, is no longer informing the victims of these conflicts, so you're on your own, that's their horrible message every time from this pack of drongos in Canberra, look after yourself, the refugees are told to piss off...
This Tory Australian Government ought to be a lesson for those kids who voted for them, the kids who took for granted the peace and tranquillity with Paul Keating's Labor, from being a model country of tolerance, admired the world over, Australia now is perceived as the White Nazi Racist Colonial country, so all the neighbours can see that streak of misery that breaks out when those right wing turds get their hands on the triggers...
Just had to switch over to Our ABC, News Radio cause that insufferable Mike Drive-Time has gone off his rocker again about Credence Clearwater, god he's an imbecile at times, and that poor Morag, the Female Controller, wish she'd derail him, jesus he's a twirp laughing at his own inanity, sorry to have to poor shit on him, but he reminds you of how those people stuck in the South Pole outposts get driven mad by some people, people like Mike the skite, oh well, he's still better than anything on the commercials, cept perhaps for that bloke on 2GB's midnight to dawn, he carries the whole load commercially...
While I'm on it, I listened to Philip The-Man-in-Black do Gough the other night, and he got contradicted all through, and got himself frustrated, poor Gough, cause He never did anything wrong, Gough has a version of everything, the perceptions which went around about the Whitlam Governments weren't the way Gough saw things from the inside, and He still needs listening to, and He's made the rounds of all the exposure places, the 7:30 Report, what's-her-name, did Him, but Gough needs to be given His Head, having the Man in Black bridle Him did no good, was interesting though...
And now we all know about Lindsay Tanner, reminds me of Wayne Goss, so there'll be Leaderships coming along to challenge Kim, he's too nice, have the feeling Kim's keeping the seat warm... Just wish Australia was a nice enough country to have Kim as Prime minister, but it's not, not now, not anymore, not after the viscous snarly attack from the right wingers, the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit has brought out the worst... Honest Johnny, what a hopeless joke he is...
Now the best thing since sliced bread, the Lab, on Our ABC, Online with my heroes, the Prof... Karl, he's a wonder, a mine of information and commonsense, intelligence, and has those clever remarks too about fitting science into the young kids lives, was a delight to delve into all those pages, there's Robin Williams, he's a gem, and the Museum man saving the planet, Tim Flannery, all excellent clear information and has that clever wit to go with it, thank that atheist god for Our ABC, will have to go follow all those links they have set up too, one of the best sites I have found, and it's a local as well, and it is The Lab http://www.abc.net.au/science/thelab.htm
There's a Cuffuffle about Family Law, how the parents split up, and then move away interstate, for the good of the kids they reckon rules all, but Houie And I were talking over the bad mistake you can make by marrying across religious political gulfs, each having a different set of values, what an anathema to be fighting all the time over value systems, and there's never a resolution, like how could you ever have put up with a right wing conservative, he never could, just as well...
Good grief, what is this, I'm watching the Swans doing frantic fumbling knock-ons with the Bombers, fancy how times change, to think that Rugby League used to be Les Johns doing a kick and re-gather into the corner, but now it's this racing-dog-trainer bloke bringing Sydney to it's feet, thing I like about Aerial Ping-Pong is it's got more hair, only the really mean ones have the 1-mil-nude-nut-cut... Aussie Rules is a big game though, has got that nice Celtic disjointed flavour, things go everywhere, whereas in the pommy game from rugby, it's more for territory, stacks on the mill thuggery and lining up in ranks, sorry but it's true, but running and passing in the open is ok still... Unbelievable win to the Swans, can you believe that?
Communitarianism, now there's a word, there's the author on SBS, saying some wise words, warning of the rise of fascism, and the growing underclass, the idea that some torture is ok still prevails in some governments, the idea that governments need to be strict, and use a stick, those simple people who believe in that authoritarian crap are the worst threat to the peace and to the poor, this guy is Lord Thiesford or someone, and coming just as the Basque freedom fighters shot a kidnapped victim in the head, how can anyone expect to get popular support with violent acts, the IRA has to stop hurting people, why don't they concentrate on symbols, and the freedoms of speech drying up, like if you want to keep your job that is...
That man on SBS was inspiringly correct, which is in itself a dilemma, cause he reckoned the thing to do was to Speak-Up about each and every evil thing these people do, at every opportunity, so it seems... Cause what forward thinking governments are there? Those Northern Europeans have low unemployment, but the world governments, the New European Community even don't have a future vision of standards for all, they all still compete for the planet, basic madness that is, all the wise will tell you so, but they reply That's the way it is, well change it you cretins... The Greenies are the only grown-ups taking things seriously, the rest are adolescent twits, but in Power, Drat, the naïve braves, the nitwits who go out to have a go without due consideration, but will they change things? No the masses will go on thinking some god will do it, jesus, Oops wrong blasphemy there...
Went shopping, paid some bills, bought a battery, and had a seafood dinner with Houie, now what, just a cavalcade of news wafting about, all bad, all contributing to the black mood in the country, every one has a bitch about this Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit, the Twit family, there's Amanda Twit, all those...
Heard of Wick-Ed, the Education of the Wick Decision, the sharing of purpose for the Native Lands, and now Women on Wick, WOW is it? These older female campaigners getting back into gear again cause of this reactionary government, jesus the Tories are a pain, she was a McSomething, MCCarthy? And said how this handing powers to the states to deal with land claims was not on, the 10 Point Plan needed to be knocked on the head...
The Canberra Hospital Implosion which rained rocks on the bystanders, a poor little girl copped it, a dreadful wrong, seems suspicious that competition between demolition methods might have meant sabotage, something smells about this one, and there's a lot of finger pointing, it should be a scientific determination of how the calculations were made, but nowadays the deregulated free for all, who knows what they're doing, or the tactics...
See where the Russians are worried about all these religions popping up for the feeble brained masses, and they talk of banning them again, like under the old Commos, well banning things never does much good, maybe in weapons production, but tell that to the English, the Land-Mine Mongrels, but with these demented religions you just need the glare of the spotlight, let people see how stupid it all is, this idea of suppression has about as much chance as the Drug War madness, you got to get these beaters and spankers and whippers and banners out of government, they ought to be banned...
Now there's some more bad news, I just heard where the militants on the mad right wing want to go to these Hansonite meetings to peacefully demonstrate against the militants on the mad left wing, so looks like a civil war in the streets scenario with the cops somewhere in the middle, look at what this country's come to now, these two groups will confront in the streets, for what? A lot of violent injuries that have to be nursed, and not a thing gained, like they all say how the street violence in Ulster never leads to anything intelligent...
Cause it's the unintelligent Hanson phenomenon that started it, so there's a civil war brewing rather than a cooperative accepting tolerant society, moving on into the year 2000, with a new Aussie symbol at the helm, trouble is this Ship Of State is being steered by the dead hand of the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit on the tiller, heading for the rocks, first it was eggs, and fruit and vegetables and urine and then a punch and then a rock and then... thanks a lot to the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit for putting Australia through this, the government you get for twirps... Where are the decent jobs... Dumbo's, where are the jobs?
Hugh Mackay has put out a perception on the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit and how he's dropped in esteem, how perceptive...
And then there was an idea crossed my mind about a tick on the ballet paper for yes or no to a proportion of your tax going to welfare, if there was some rating you'd apply to yourself which directed a percentage of your tax... So you could direct a bit of your tax to go in a welfare direction, a scale of one to five perhaps, no wouldn't work, they'd all go up the end which would give it back to themselves, but which one would, that is the question, a full employment and widely skillful country, or a slave to the big corporation country, the policies have to go Left, now is the time to spend on the people like they did in the Depression, it's bluddy depressing out there for the have nots...
You can have a world where you can walk into a room full of Aussies and they are all different, and say Hullo, and get a happy confident smile from everyone, or you can have a racist country where you walk into a room full of everyone who's different and they are all scared of one another, what the hell's wrong with those racist cretins, why can't they be nice people instead of dogs in the manger, whatever that means, something to do with xtian charity to their fellows, Nah, but that's their mind set, if you're not like them they want to exclude you, the thing is who wants to be like them? Yucky Poos... There that feels a bit better, could go on and on and on ...
Let's see what's for tea, no more lamb chops mashed potato and peas thank christ, the end of the British Empire, ain't it wonderful, if they'd just collect their Made In England Land-Mines, when they leave, Cruel Brattania! piss off, whoops, have to go feed you know Whouie, Meals On Wheels...
Another Conservative Judge bites the dust, now that climber up the Xtian scales of injustice, another little man, Sir Garfield Barwick, ex-Chief Justice, gone to god, his god probably kept him out of that heaven for as long as he could, took out his own inadequacies on advising the sacking of a democratic government... He took a Literal rather than the Parliament's Intentions of the Law, trying to prove black was white, regardless of the wisdom, he thought he was clever and it was funny, he left a deathly silence...
The biographer David Marr though, does excellent work, he's very good on fitting them up with what they stood for, I really appreciates this Marr bloke now, and there was another little cute piece of history made by Gough, when Garfield was in the Parliament sending the boys off to suffer Vietnam, Gough slung him the Truculent Runt comment, good on ya Gough... Spose Garfield was a Recalcitrant too...
So it highlights this new situation where the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit is gonna stack the High Court again, the three places to be filled by appointments of this radical bunch of rednecks, you'll get the same distortions like Barwick dished out, it wasn't justice, it was approval of Bottom of the Harbour Avoidance Schemes, and letting his conservative cohorts avoid tax legally, where's the justice, they're full of tricks and chicanery, here comes another period for decent Australians to be suffering from Tory Conservatives Justice, guess what will happen to the Aboriginal Land Rights in their High Court, and it will divide the country ever more, marching down the road to disruption...
Beautiful wintry sunny day after a cold night of shiny wet rain, Me and Houie at breakfast, such a fun time, going through all the news and putting it all into perspective, laughing is the best medicine, so disrespectful, he's a funny old bugger...
Just heard of some turkey who had a run in with an old woman from Scotland, told her to get back there, was it? He skited about being a white Anglo heterosexual who liked rugby league, 4WD, and didn't care about the environment! Seems he's scared of something then, what's the problem? Seems he's all hot under the collar, must be that red-neck...
This re-run of the old man's last interview is a trial, and he comes out guilty, looks like the ability to argue brilliantly, so they say, didn't go along with moral values, I don't feel like going over this High Court Boffin's career, Chief Justice and all, what a sad pity... And he has degenerated into an evilness personified, he even looks bad, dear oh dear, enough of him let's hope...
Before that there was our Maxine mooching up with the ex-Chief Justice Mason, the best Chief Justice, was good to hear him advocate the Bill Of Rights, as well as putting the brakes on a repressive majority beating down on a minority, it serves the purpose of being The-Man-In-The-Street's-Constitution, a list of commandments for behaviours, simple rights which can be judged as applying between schoolkids and adolescents, they need some law to quote...
Heard again where Chief Justice Anthony Mason was the third man in the sacking of the Gough, but what was the advice and why is it secret and what good does that do, disappointed with Mason now to hear of his evasion, doesn't he impute a freedom of speech into that Tory constitution, what's he got to be ashamed of...
Barwick reckoned he was innocent when he was confronted, and he acknowledged, cleverly, by the gorgeous little Liz Jackson who shone through like a little rough pearl, she charged him with being there with Menzies and Malcolm when they decided to Act, and was in on it, conspiratorially, and he went on to blame Gough as starting it all by appointing Gair to Ireland, purely Political opinion, so it's out the window with justice and another Literal-Black-Letter-Opinion to damn Gough, his big C Conservative Credentials, and these are the credentials you need now to get appointed by the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit and that Deputy Fischer, they just got no concept of the separation...
Another spew from Hawkie, another addition to the HHH Klan, there's HowHard-Hawkie-Hanson, look, Hawkie's gone across the chasm, he's another one of these climbers who hangs around leeching on the big C Conservatives, and so he dummies down to them to get a pat on the head, he's gone rotten, he's sold his soul, he's also got the balmies from being too long on the heights, it went to his head and he's done one of those King Lear things, wandering about spewing out with thunder and lightening... He's no labor Icon, and it peeves him... He joins that list of infamy with Colsen, Kerr, Barwick, and others that I don't want to think about, like the turncoats who left Our ABC, so piss off B2...
But the real trouble is coming from the black clouds of the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit's big C Conservatism, and he's wrong, the collective bargaining is the Holy Grail for the downtrodden poor, Unionism, they've been denied it's existence on the commercial media cept for derision, and Bob HowHawkHard only makes it worse for the people protecting themselves from these rip-off corporations...
Other thing about Hawkie saying as how the Tories won a mandate, that's bullshit, they got defacto power cause of misplaced disenchantment with Labor and a vendetta to blame Keating, and the Tories went out of their way to have no policies, and went about with airy fairy winks and nods about knowing what they stood for, what a load of crap they represent...
Oh yes, the gold, how the mining giant CEO is sent to be there on the Reserve Bank Board when they sell the gold stocks, and it turns out his Private Profiteering Mine had been forward hedging or something to do with protecting their own backsides, what a smelly government it is, capital S Smelly, capital C Conservative...
Worst of all was the dead gorilla laying at the feet of those gun-toting heroes in Africa, if anything ever makes my blood boil, it's these cruds who damage the Planet, that poor creature from the jungle, murdered, caught in the madness of these human cretins, makes me spew...
There he was again the bleeding heart pinko Malcolm Frazer, saying as how the market was madness, the neglect of the underprivileged was a damnation, the whole philosophy of these latter day Eco-Rats was anathema, what a change for me to stop and listen to Malcolm, but at least he's there, up there saying it, and casting shadows on this Tory Redneck government... And how others were now acknowledging Malcolm for saying things that once you'd though he'd never utter, but he still is the arrogant bastard who trampled Gough, but he's redeeming hisself, Good on ya Malcolm, never thought I would ever say it...
As well, the idiosyncratic Socialist Lawrence Weaner is back on Our ABC, Radio National he can run off at the mouth something unreal, cause it's on Art though where you question whether a person in an evening dress is any different the person when they are in jeans, does create a titillating vision though...
Oh yes, another time when I was incensed with that Cretin Mike Mad Charlton on Our ABC Drive Time, he put on his smarmy smart-arse voice to denigrate and deride and toss crap at the public schools, coming from his privatised Rah-Rah background, I could just scream...
But heaps of accolades for the staunch little woman who stuck to her logic and righteousness, forgot who she was, the Teachers Federation, thank god for them, we'd end up with a land full of these Rah Rah head bashing turkeys otherwise, she was championing the fight against vilification, the finger pointing at ordinary students you'd get with the school league table, the competition society wants to put some school on the bottom of raw score rating...
These competitive twirps want a School League Table, so these pompous drive time twits can ponce about skiting about their idiot son being trained to be another privatised bore like his insufferable dad, please piss off to the commercials and disappear Mike, Ellen Fanning made good sense the other day, she'd be perfect, but hasn't she gone private too? Cripes where can you find a decent pinko nowadays, Malcom Frazer?
And another thing whenever Mike sniggers into his mike it takes all the self control to not scream, so far the radio is undamaged, never could understand why Elvis shot his TV till you listen to Mike smirk into his mike at his own inanity, Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
But I still lissen, I'm an Our ABC, fan y'know...
The embarrassments this poor Australian Nation is going through, the sheer hopeless inanity of this Tory Cabal, this time they managed to insult fifteen neighbouring countries in one go, like the fuss they kicked up when Paul Keating rightly called the Recalcitrant Mahatir as being the dog in the manger, now this mob has managed to offend in the most insulting terms a whole swag of ethnic leaders, the pot and the kettle stuff... And now they been having Amanda Twit sit on Pauline, which Pauline manages to squirm out from under with a cackle sort of laugh off, reminds me of seeing the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit's laugh the other day, so genuine they are, but they don't need Pauline to give this country a bad name, what a shame they are...
Another embarrassment was the Bad Character business, calling Gerry Adams, and now Lorenzo, the representatives of other political views, as being of bad character, christ if that was the criteria they ought to ship the whole Tory government out of here, back to be subjects of their German Queen, and the bad character label flies back stuck to the Tories with all their insulting foreign dalliances, the rest of the world sees Australia through the Tory Bad Character-isations, the pictures of Bad Character Pauline wrapped in the flag are famous in the Asian World, and the Bad Character Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit is lamentable as a leader representing this country overseas, oh the Flat Tack look comes to mind, why doesn't he try one of those ten gallon hats instead of the Country Party flat hats, you can leave statesmanship out of the question completely, he's a complete non-event, who will be the next messiah they dig up, they have no-one, just goes to show what pops up under the spotlight...
And David Marr put a good little sum up of the Barwick debacle, how come it was thought right to dismiss a man who Might Not have the confidence of the undemocratic Senate for a man who Definitely Didn't have the confidence of the democratic Representatives, how on the occasion that should the Senate pass a No-Confidence in the government it would be meaningless, the government existed in the democratic Representatives, only there could it be made or broken... Spose the concern was that politics should have resolved the Senate's obstruction, but it was Barwick's capital C Conservative Politics that did it, that wasn't the Law...
Being Sunday this legacy of a biblical day off, cause I would have it that God should have created the world in three five hour days and then took two days off, the fifteen hour five day week for industrial relations seems a better lifestyle, more time with the kids and all, any way on Sundays, Our ABC, puts on a completely mad xtian pommy twirp who ponces about in the deforested desert of the biblical lands with his brain washed son, this bloke used to be the dirty little soldier in the Mr Bean type shows about the first world war, anyway he's a dreadful nut, and makes overacting seem a mole hill to his mountain...
Thing is the countryside, it's barren and destroyed, from the Garden of Eden these farming xtians turned a forest into that lifeless place, the best message from those bible days was how come you have to dig up these places like Jerico from under a 10 metre layer of silt washed down in Great Floods from the massive deforestation erosion, every time you want to find an ancient farming civilisation you have to dig the damned thing up...
Thanks a lot to the human flocks, there that's My religious lesson for the day, now let us sing, the Lennon family comes to mind, an atheist's prayer,
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try...
And then the son's song,
We are a rock revolving
Around a Golden Sun
We are a billion children rolled into one
So when I hear about the hole in the sky
Salt water Wells in my eyes...
We climb the highest mountain
We'll make the dessert bloom
We're so ingenious we can walk on the Moon
But when I hear of how the forests have died
Salt water Wells in my eyes...
We are a rock revolving
Around a Golden Sun
We are a billion children rolled into one
What will I think of me
The day that I die
Salt water Wells in my eyes...
~
And on top of that now they're saying as how the warm water bubble, the El Nino, jesus child, how appropriate, is going to make rain in the middle of the Pacific, and will cause disastrous droughts around the Pacific Rim, and guess where we live... They forecast a monumental drought...
So shortly, Me, the Prophet of Doom, is expecting the Climate Change Big Daddy to strike, and the Eco-Rats Big Business to Crash, the Dry Depression is due, dear oh dear, why should all the little people suffer for these rich civilised hi-tech life-styles...
The desperation of blowing in the wind against the tide of human popularism makes any of these concerns hopelessly incurable... The Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit's glasses are the icon for short-sightedness, short-statesmanliness, short-changed, just basically short of every mark, but Don't you worry about that, there's the snow making machine that Kerry's got up the mountains for the skiers, so it's all downhill from there, fast, so bugger the green-house effect...
Getting inundated with the big picture problems of late, poor me has been tuning in to these stories of the Planetary Problems, there's Gaia's response to the latest climactic changes, she's pushed this big bubble of warm water out on top of the Pacific Ocean, it's called the El Nino, the baby jesus, the biggest hot water bubble of all time has elbowed it's way out onto the Pacific and has pushed down and out the cold water, the cold water has bubbled up around the pacific rim and pushed the warm waters into the middle, so this baby jesus sitting out there sucks in the cloudless cold high pressure systems of air, blowing over the cold water surfaces, into the centre where it's hot and wet, and lifts up to rain out in the ocean, while all around the Pacific it stays dry, may take years to cool off this human heated hot water out there...
So Gaia gives us a drought while it rains on the oceans, and changes the weather, you'll get you more violent swings in the results, like over in the Northern Hemisphere it's wetter than ever, on record, so looks like the big weather changes are here with us, and the sea level of a hot water-bubble is higher plus the melt, so the map of the world is changing just a foot or two to start will make places inhospitable...
And the population growth, the deforestation and the degradation of plant and animal life, there was the story about the disappearance of the mega fauna, these many species of bird and marsupial and mammal which disappeared with the spread of humanity, the evidence mounts up from the recent extinctions just in European occupation of Australia, and before that the first human evidence of bringing so many giant species to extinction, like they find thousands of eggs of these missing birds in the earliest campfires, dreadful history of humanity being filled out with more horror and extinctions, what an indictment it is...
And then there was the Plimer versus the Creationists Trial, that Ian Plimer is a real hero, good looking and intelligent and a nice bloke as well and then fighting a righteous crusade, hardly the right word, against these polluters of young naïve minds, filling these wanna-be-angel's heads with ideas about some benefactor god creating the world just for them, the conceit is enough to knock you over, but they want to believe this shit, so Plimer said it was outrageous that they should mislead the young students with such rubbish, he missed out on justice, having the law do a technicality Barwick on him, saying buying tickets to the Discovery of Noah's Arc meetings wasn't trade, the Our ABC, Quantum show had these creationists, fundamental nitwits handing out recruitment guff at the first day campus enrollments, and these poor kids singing some song about Who put the salt in the sea, songs, these poor kids have their little brain patterns laid in that environment and come out morons forever, you see it all over the religions, what a pity...
Oh boy, Are we in trouble now, so much history has gone, so much has been destroyed from that first family, who sat around the first camp fire that first time, and looked into the flames and dreamed, with a belly full of mega fauna, the first kill, the first roast dinner, the top of the slippery slide, oh boy Are we in trouble now, searching for answers all this time, discovering but never finding out enough, remembering but never understanding, learning but never taking notice, pretty stupid really, for the most intelligent creature in the Universe we know of... Must be time for a cuppa tea...
What a day, somehow I drove myself out into the wintry sun on the bike, beautiful, must've been so long since last time, the playing about in Gravity, my God, thou shalt always obey gravity, and He did, and Our ABC, was excellent...
Took in Radio National and was captured in the intellect of it all, and Maria Zilstruss played a piece about Lesbos as if it was a trial of this woman who wanted equal rights, and all that bee in the bonnet stuff about sexuality preferences, what's the big fuss about, spose being a minority is why, was excellent, cept the last bit at the end, and had all these reasonableness and opposing viewpoints, so she challenged the audience to play more of these and mentioned Bodecia, that would be one for me, they say there's something about a woman in uniform, wasn't she a warrior? Celtic women have strength in them from the Maternalistic History... But could Bodecia cook, have to encourage Our ABC, to play it...
Heard all these statistics about birthrates in the different countries, how the woman in work was going to drop the populations, at drastic rates too, in the face of the world population doubling every twelve years, there's a newer phenomenon that family sizes are dropping, that's the four seater car, three bedroom house that does that though, but lot of women who took a job now don't have the babies they used to, now is the time to do it, urgently...
And then there's being swept up in the intellectual arguments, of course there was usual bile from Mike Rah-Rah, but he's tolerable if I grit my teeth when he does the big hero act with Morag, and grit more when he snuffles into the mike at his own inanity, sorry but he just grates sometimes, and he's ... never mind, even the Our ABC, being so nice and sweet has sour moments...
Although Our ABC, is skiting about getting coverage of the Olympics, wish they'd open a new channel just for that, rather than polluting the regular programs with all that gold-gold-gold shit, the Olympics, professionally, is a nowheresville event as far as I could care... Sport is best done for smiles not money...
Was good sitting in the Mall, the whole scene revolving, life going on, some of the memories of that exotic avenue of life, but then change regretfully is the way of the world, time passes in one direction, instant by instant, glad to make it back...
The Tour de France is excellent again, and an Aussie took out a stage win, that's the hardest race in the world y'know, but that crowd madness, getting in so close, leaving such a narrow corridor, and being dangerous, but then my effort today was a 5hr 15min Tour de Riverbanks, doing just over 50k that's fair enough considering it all, but oh boy you gotta keep in shape, you just have to keep in shape, those longish tune up rides get all your bodily functions operating at peak pressures, seems it gets everything operating in unison, and when everything works it says much about good health, having the stamina and determination , and enjoying it all, with the music throbbing...
And then talk back about the Free Trade Zones, another kite sent up by this pack of twits, but it was excellent, brought out so many voices on either side, the Protectionists win me over, and then the Free Trade Zones are painted out to be the answer to keeping the kids in skills, and then someone else reckons they're inhuman to live in, and why can't it apply to the whole country if it's so good, and anyway the constitution forbids tax discrimination between the States, there's also No-Tax-Regimes same as some got deals for in Malaysia, you employ so many and they let you off paying tax for several years, all sorts of good ideas...
But the Interventionists, the Cooperative-Arguments the Governments-Should-Govern arguments won me over, as long as it employs people living here in interesting, safe, and environmentally ethical, pursuits, then it has to be good...
One young voice painted the picture of the poor existing on low wages and the misery, the miserable policies behind it, that won my cause too... Put some money in the hands of those who need it, and they'll spend it, and make the economy perform, scare them from buying anything and demand drops, that's what this mob has done...
Maybe the Snowy Mountains Authority needs to be putting reforestation projects in place, or these new railways, something to absorb some hopeless young, and give them a start in life... From the noises in Canberra there seems to be interventionist ideas being flown, but that mad mob wouldn't agree on anything, they're all individualists y'know, unless they got a messiah, then they're sheep... Sheepish individuals who need growth, the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit needs to grow up, he's no Messiah, he's a dud, a squib, a Tom-Thumb fizzer, he's so short on everything, tip-toeing about wont help... Bring back Paul Keating, reinstall some brains and intelligence and intellect and commonsense, this mob has managed to outrage just about everyone, I'm outraged, but I can cope...
The extinction stories, those times in the past when mass species failed to live through the Trials Of Life, just think how much vegetation there must have been to support the huge Dinosaur lifestyles, and then the creatures which fed on their meat and so on, a huge life support system, suddenly goes sour and they die out, the web of life torn apart, shredded, this time it's on again, after another generation of niche species, including all these Homos Being Erectus, and now the data is in that this civilised creature is the cause of this latest mass extinction, thing is this one includes all the small building blocks, the microbial world as well, the ocean's zoo-plankton, the insect world has been affected, and all other fauna like hippos and elephants are living in zoos, the whales were only just saved from the brink, but here we are, heading for extinction too...
I was busy today, doing things, the drain was blocked, the tyre on the bike was cutting again through the side-wall, and Houie, cooked him up a bacon and eggs and tomato and apple breakfast with toast and tea, Dunno, this life does have it's good moments, went through the Sydney Morning Herald, now I am tucking into this Porcine Stir Fry Chinese style, a Me+Chaos amazing concoction, funny how cooking for necessity becomes a part of life...
So here I am with Our ABC, Drive Time, murmuring occasional epithets out at Mad Mike who's into another mike snuffling episode, but at least he played Wimoweh... The lure of Melbourne keeps drawing me down, miss those big wide streets with the trams, and all the eateries, the parks, and paths, and the Bay, to do the Yarra Path again, Hmmm, just a dream... If they'd just get rid of Jeff, 'twould be a Paradise in my eyes...
You can't go anywhere in Sydney without traffic madness and nowhere to park, and the bloody Harbour is always in the way... They rush in of a morning, buy lunch, the only real commerce, and rush out again at night, the place is like a mausoleum and is deserted, cept for the Rocks, a little pocket of tradition, the big city buildings stand in the cold gloom, lifeless, Sydney is like a cemetery after dark and weekends, whereas Melbourne buzzes, with all the trams and centre street parking under the trees, just has a life, a feeling, a strolling population, and they all look good, it's true that fashion and flair with all the exotics makes Melbourne smile, while Sydney has this loutish brutal rude attitude, the road rage is typical, while down there you get all the spicy things, and having a look, some style, is far more cosmopolitan and colourful and confident, Sydney seems to be so daggy after Melbourne...
Whoever took the trams out of Sydney should be shamed, they've just introduced bus and bike lanes, and banished private transport to the jammed middle lanes, it's mayhem now, new road rage laws by the Banners-Of-Everything, and they're still building more private roads, what a pack of crazies, the property prices on train routes and close to inner city jobs are sky-rocketing, while out-skirt values are depressed, like the people who live there, only high prices in this low inflation era are houses and stockmarket gambling,...
Just saw where they stuck a camera in the face and life of the Member for Kalgoolie, followed him around the Outback Golden Mile during the last election campaign, and this country has these country people in it, living in another mental state, one of them stuck in My mind, saying things as if she thought she spoke for everyone, and went on with such drivel, but the man did all the obsessive work at this politicking, had the Aboriginal Community on side and shaking hands, and then the Hanson visit with her adviser, who was Proud to be a wop, the bald one, all operators and influence pedaling, and driven by that old colonial style It's ours and we ain't sharing it and don't want to change cause we're on top and we're the masters, and sneeringly superior to anyone else, bit of stark reality there with that huge area of land, and this Representative who has the toughness, but philosophically he's got himself convinced, but those tough callous people have that barge through and trample history, this big country in those narrow minds is a worry...
And they put an excerpt on Our ABC, 7:30 Report that had a white skinned female Grazing-Lease-Holder bulldoze the road to block in these white activists in their 4WDs, along with the local Aboriginal Community, who were visiting a sacred site, on Aboriginal Land if you recognise Native Title, and I do, the Lease-Holder was confronting, not prepared to admit Native Title rights, the Aboriginal Community were ignored, the whites were a Lawyer, an Archbishop and a xtian camera crew, heated words and hurt feelings, 'twas said there were two types of people, the greedy ones and the generous ones, or words to that effect...
But there is a little optimism about in the world, a little hope and some cheer for the Celtic side of life, there's the cease-fire in Northern Ireland, another one, this time by New Labour and the Lairy Blair, but they'll do it this time, cause seeing all that stupidity on television makes the difference, to see those bowler hats and drums and all that regalia from a foreign country, and then that insane religious background, and their long cruel memories, and the hatred being instilled in young people, the very young throwing rocks, someone had to involve them in it, they wouldn't be doing politics at that age otherwise, and the IRA have been spilling less blood, seems they were being more disruptive with 30hr infuriating traffic jams, but there are other evils running underneath the war, there's some criminal drug moralising thing as well, and the conspiracy theorists have a field day, and they have secrets, and you have to belong, what a mucking mess they live in, and all that sadness from the lost ones, but this time they'll do it, fed up spose...
The other Celtic good news is the devolution of Wales, with a parliament although they still get taxed by the English, how could they stand it, to stay alive spose, to have a life spose, otherwise those Poms would be down on them again, what a shame, but here they are about to become Welsh again, and to be themselves a lot more and to come out from under, one day maybe they'll do their own thing completely... It's good to be free...
Well when the news is full of some Fashion Designer's demise and the manhunt, and the views of Princess Di stroking poor Elton's ego, and all dressed in fashion black too, I just wiped away a dry tear, couldn't help it...
And the big story of the Insulting Leaked Documents saying disparaging things about the Kiwis on the eve of a Bledisloe Cup Rugby Union Test match, well watch out for extra spirited behaviour in the game, there's the patriotic duty to even the score, even if it's played in the foreign cultural territory of Melbourne, it's still part of Australia, so if beat ups are in vogue lately, it's just the fashion...
Heard a discussion too about the codes of football evolving in Sydney and Melbourne, how the hierarchical power structures and capturing land were the basis for Rugby territorial rules, whereas in Melbourne, born of the gold rush and free for all, there were no offside rules and anyone could get close enough to make a strike for the goals and score, whereas the territorial defensiveness rarely was rewarded, was just what I was saying a while back, obvious spose...
There it as the mighty Maori Haka on the MCG, down in Melbourne, it's on, there's tier after tier of Kiwi's and Wallabies filling up the mighty Melbourne Cricket Ground where I had once seen Madonna perform, a fantastic place under a full moon, and they did the anthems and stirred up that patriotic feeling... There's a mass madness in it all, stirs up a spirit of the tribe or something, but I'm in it up to his smiling face, a permanent grin stuck on with the excitement...
Was a hurtful hard game as usual, the All Blacks proved to be the mightier once again, and also the most law breaking, seemed to be a running commentary from the referee all night, in the end time ran out, ain't that always the way...
If you listen you can hear it, the knives are out for the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit, the words were said tonight, Leadership Challenge, Ha... First thing Houie and I said when he took ill was how he wasn't big enough for the job, the stress and the pressure and the loneliness at the top, has every voice chattering in his ears, he got nervous, he twitched, he stumbled, he laughed too loud, he just looked awful bloody uncomfortable, and then he shouted, it didn't work, he lost it, he's crushed, his body collapses under the strain, the immune system is depleted, he loses resistance, he goes downhill, and the Tory So-Called Liberal Party flocks about like vultures to have a little knife fight at his back, who'll get to stab him...
Oh and having Dog as stand-in PM what a joke, could just see him doing little acts to exert himself, sit in the big chair for a day, bet that went to his head, amongst the clutter, where he buries his bones I'd suspect...
The thing about atheists, where they just don't occur in the statistics on inmates in some of the American penitentiaries, like atheists figure less than 1% of all the crims, all the rest believe in some god thingo, once a person is truthful enough to say they're atheist it means they tell the truth and can be trusted, never trust anyone who's stupid enough to believe in superstitious drivel, and I remembered how the Clergy figured 60% of the pedophile list that was published, and how the list had a complete absence of sex industry workers, the ones that don't have to confess, ha...
Heard where the Private Roads were in trouble, losing the battle of criticism, then someone reckoned the money required for the next big leg of Sydney's south east western airport motorway could restore the trams, a complete service, with all those jobs too, back to the whole city of Sydney, ding ding, a friendly sound, makes me wonder, this is after coming from the river where the wash from all the suburban streets, with the oil and pollution dropped by all the suburban cars, that chemical cocktail screws up the river every time it rains, and to think you could have all these trams to take you everywhere with right of way and not having to park and ... The people talking to one another too, goodbye to road rage, ah, 'twould be heaven... Clean at last, clean at last...
One dead crab, that's all, I saw the tide climb over him or her, just sat there never moved, dead, as a dodo, no others, and just a few tiny baby fish hugging the warmth of the concrete, they bathe there in the heat collected by the slab spose... And saw the green sea-grass wave, and that nasty brown slimy weed that clogs the roots at low tide, but nothing else, some ducks, they must be starving...
Our ABC Radio National Late Night Live is doing the politics of Labor and the parties, and the appeal, and what do they stand for, and how Kim was lying alongside the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit on a lot of things, too many, and when is Labor going to stand for things, opposing that rotten Tory mob, you have to win the arguments in peoples minds, the other half having won a listen to last time, that doesn't mean all the people being squeezed now will be won over next time, this blithering government wont last, it's the worst...
Was gonna say more but forgot, they reckon pregnant women forget, get confused, get lost, but it's not too bad cause they remember that they forgot, and one reckoned she'd ring bells by remembering a series of numbers and lost it, mucked up the chimes, and then regained it again once her baby was weaned, so women with babies drop out a bit, make themselves available for the kid I'd spose, but can't quite remember why, or how, or where, what?
I was thinking about The Community Cake, And The Capitalist Icing Sugar, a non-computer model country, once everyone has a slice of the cake provided by a Public Service Community, then the Business Bosses can go play Professional Games in the Capitalist Competitions and do their gamboling about in the Bunkers and Traps and Hazards of the level playing fields of the Holy Markets, so first thing is full employment cause everyone will be wanted in the Public Welfare Services and be able to live a fully housed, fed, and clothed, basic life, no matter how hard some of them work, starting from there, equality, the rich can compete for the bells and whistles, do what they like, as long as they don't harm the environment...
And then what's that garbage in garbage out saying, saying as how being emotional about politics ain't too good, so being emotional about these little downsized people, like the young, and the old, and the sick, and the left out, and the unmarketable, they get scrapped, no value on the books, a drain, they get tossed on the redundancy heap...
So it's no use being emotional about them, all's you need is to have intellectual gobbledygook Garbage-Out Models, predictions churned out to suit, presumptions made to cook the books, pretty reports, Presentations, out of an Eco-Rat's computer Model, ha, Presumptions In, Presumptions Out...
So the Models say All you emotional bleeding hearts can live on that coloured cross hatched area, buy your way through life spending that bit of the graph there, somewhere, bit hard to find, don't you worry about getting a job, or anything interesting, even a creative job, forget all the crafts and trades and manual skills, We're technologically advanced y'know, pity you're not included, this graph only caters for winners, bad luck...
You can forget an occupation, so you can Be Somebody, rather than being treated like a bludger, so you can earn your share of dignity, you just get to make a bed, mop out a bathroom, flip a hamburger? Do they? I've never been to McMurders to eat, he doesn't know, is there a machine for that, spose so, but force a smile doing it, cause it's part of the contract, sign it or get out, and be what the So-Called Liberals call a lickspittle it seems...
And so they stop lissening, they never hear about the get tough Law and Order policies, they end up victims of the Dopey Drug War, where the country is at war with its own people, based on a rot in the gutter attitude, they have an overdose of rejection, they rebel, and drink, and they bash their wives, and take dirty drugs, and not to be dull, for Jeff's sake, they give roulette a spin, and have a chat with the loans sharks, and see them get racially scapegoated too, and they split up their families, and if they're in trouble with the private banks, they blow their brains out, but Me, don't get emotional...
What about self-esteem as a political policy target, and dignity and pride and hope, and surely laid plans, families and homes and happiness, but the poor kids today, feral or not, they look at what's to offer for their personal futures, and are horrified, if not terrified, and instead of bravely leaving their nests well-equipped to embark on life's adventures, young and fearless, taking stimulating risks to get a good life, now they have nowhere to go and take deadly risks in the counter culture, to get high and drop out, clunk...
What about political policies to address that, ha, instead of a future for these kids and the cast-offs, they get Emotional Desert Heads, the ones who make themselves so easy to criticise, who I kinda think of as irritating pin pricks...
Oh dear the Thredbo Inevitable Landslide Tragedy and Our ABC, Drive Time went into witch-hunt mode on a bloke from Engadine, after his letter to the Sydney Morning Herald said as how so much time and words and pictures were devoted to the simple facts, so Mike ex-communicated him, banned him from Our ABC, what's that make him some kind of heretic spose... Houie told me he will be dipping into the Next San Francisco Earthquake donation money... But it's dreadful to be buried alive, poor things...
Saw the GG Sir William Dean say more good things at these National moments, he's a gem, he reminds me of his own Dad, and the So-Called Liberals fired Sir Ronald Wilson too, the author of the Stolen Children Report, he's a champion of justice for the Aboriginal Community, most admirable, Good-News-Week had them as the Excursion Children, sounds better than cultural genocide overtones...
Had me wondering like if the Labor Party was this big contented Mother Kangaroo looking after her boy-joeys and girl-joeys, then the Coalition Conservatives are like scavengers on the carcass, picking out the precious organs, they say, Ooo look, here's a good health system, a bank, an airline, wow! Here's the Power Supply, and the Water, we'll have that, take any publicly owned asset, The trams! We'll have all that, look here's the Telstra Heart, the only thing still beating, yeah we'll rip that out too... And privatising the employment service, streuth, I wished Amanda was looking for a job, wished they all were...
There's been some judicial verdicts passed of late, like OJ's Only Joking verdict, the Jury can deliver a message instead, and I was thinking, like what if a woman takes a shine to you and then someone shoots you point blank, but it's ok for him cause his Dad told him to do it, and he was sorry and had turned on a Born Again glint, and confessed to the Law and the jury finds him not guilty, that'd make you feel a lot better, apart from the bullets, or say some little girls don't take a shine to you and dob you in to the law, and the family cop comes round and empties his gun into you, and confesses, and the Jury says OK, away you go, free... Isn't there a Judge-Jury-Executioner no-no in there somewhere? But what if the molestation wasn't, couldn't wait eh, bit itchy on the trigger finger, but the verdict was not guilty, does that make precedence?
And was I ever tickled, what an epic chapter in the Messiah History, Joh for Canberra, and the Black Bishop too, having that name up against the other name, the John Bejlke-Peanutson of Joh and Flo even, less pumpkin more peanut, has been suggested to stand against Pauline of the Hansonites in a contest for the votes of Blair is it? So that'll be something, but she'll have to try for the senate for either 7% courtesy the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit or 14% if he gets his way, but to see Joe there with Son, like seeing double but not hearing double, the kid doesn't know any metaphors to mix it seems, that's something to worry about... Good to see the National Party supporters request the resignation of their So-Called Liberal Minister... Remember when Bronny was the Messiah, those were the days, now its Dog days, cripes...
Had Me thinking about a new Union, the Individual Contractors Union, you bring your Union Contract along to the interview and say Sign It Or No More Work, that sounds better...
They have this Ambient World Multicultural Music on SBS, thank you Malcolm Frazer, and for the Mound on Canberra's hill, my plea: Please mulch the grass, Oops, they'll downsize the gardeners, but SBS has the most wonderful music sometimes...
The Wallabies have the Springboks to deal with tonight, it's a better game than the All Blacks allow, but this game has Foxy Knoxy, makes a difference, a bit of flair, and I am full, of food and contentment tonight... Wow, the sleight of hand with this Wallaby outfit tonight, so quick and evasive, and the Wallabies won, almost missed Roy and HG, they paid Dog a wonderful compliment...
The poor man who was rescued from the Thredbo Landslide today, after this ageless painstaking recovery of him and I watched and followed the rescue, a wonderful job those blokes did, and could only admire them all, but then there was strange quietness still when he was extracted, cause there were all the dead lying about still unknown, and the poor man who was pulled out had known enough to know his wife wasn't about to come out with him, was so sad, the physical pain and the mental anguish, I felt sorry for that bloke...
Did the conspiracy theories and witch hunt stories with Houie this morning, there was Lindy's Azaria, and Carmen Lawrence and Justice Murphy and Keating too, and the Martin Bryant put-up-job for the gun buy back, cripes they'll believe anything...
Also the basics of democracy, being Responsible, where the community activities affect the community, the responsibility of the elected official to govern, having the wishes of the electorate taken into account, to act on their behalf, ha, but I was looking at more despair this morning, the Our ABC, Background Briefing did an excellent piece as usual on the Consultants, where people with responsibility hire, out-source, outside so called experts, the Expensive Consultants, to come into a venture and give advice, expensive advice, My advice ain't cheap either come to think of it, these Consultants are the Downsizers basically, the Eco-Rats, they use all these Re- words, Re-engineer, Re-structure, reform ad infinitum, You ask them the time, They borrow your watch, Tell you the time, And sell you back your watch, they take their fees, which are the biggest fattest loveliest fees you can get, the biggest corporate growth industry it is... Like Aliens from the X-Files...
And then on their advice the business fails, they walk away, not their problem, so now the Privatisation Push has Democratic Governments buck-passing their responsibility to Private Industry, who hire Consultants to buck pass their responsibility into the ether, so where does that leave your democratic vote? Who wears the responsibility? Some poor redundant sods who used to have good secure Public Service jobs, it's called Being taken to the cleaners, best do your own washing...
Then on Our ABC, The Europeans, Maria Zilstra again had the human rights and racism Tied-To-Trade and EC membership and the standards that Europe could adopt, or end up like the USA, who's skiting about the best set of figures for years and still has all that poverty and exploitation, the USA is better under Clinton than any pretender, but Australia doesn't want to use them as a model thanks, to have the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit come back twittering about following the USA, he's got to be joking, but that's impossible... Least with Europe they look like insisting on standards of human rights like Free Trade with Free Trade Unions...
On the Freedom From Religion Rights, I prefer to take the Aussie Aboriginal Community approach, with Secret Men's Business and Secret Women's business, I reckon Secret Religions with Secret Gods and Secret Commandments, secret codes of living they keep to themselves, would be best, they can have a secret drug war with themselves, who do they think they are, telling other people what they can and cannot do, I don't want to be like them, or even hear their secrets, thanks anyway...
There was another question that occurred to me in the shower, like they keep saying with the Royal "We", We sell Our Minerals on the Global Market, do We, they're Ours are they? Then who gets the money? How come some people reckon they Own all Our Natural Resources? How come they Own all the stuff that ain't on Native Title Land? If We all live here in this country and Own these Natural Resources Who gets the money, it's not Owned by Someone Else is it? When's the last time you spent your share? And where's Our Gold Reserves? Will We have to Mine Kakadoo to build them up again, spose so, buy some gold off that Reserve Bank Mining bloke, he's obviously got Our welfare at heart... A Golden Heart, hard cold and metallic...
Back Up, above it all, head above the water, or just a nose pressed up against the concrete slab like Stuart Diver, the Thredbo Landslide Hero, a survivor who makes everyone realise how lucky they are, the poor man being denied his wife, and that terrible blackness and cold, what an experience, just to imagine it...
And today I'm thankful for the life experience, over with Houie reviewing all the news again, the Sydney Morning Herald seems to have improved greatly since Conrad Black took off, having another voice, other than Packervision or Murdockism...
Media Diversity ought to be a Constitutional thing, goes to the core of things... Media Diversity should be guaranteed, like banks once were, and regulated, like you could ban religion and make suits non-compulsory say, be good to hear what they'd say without their suits and yellow ties, I'd suspect, just couldn't watch, but then there's Natasha Stott D'Spoia Hmmm... But then there's Amanda, god...
Poor Jamie too, on Good-News-Week they are asking, Does Kate love Jamie? Not at All or Too Much or Just A Bit, which bit? That bottom line, she's always playing with his bottom line it seems... Jamie wants the Sydney Morning Herald for xmas, he might give it to Kate, amongst other things, a fibrilator'd be nice, she might have an editorial clout one day, that'd be nice too, she's such a tease, she puts a big smile on all their faces, a Daughter of Prudence, or maybe Prudential...
There were the two wonderful old adversaries Diamond Jim McCleland, the Atomic Hero, and Bob Santamaria, the National Civic Counselor, does he believe in god? That'd be hard for Me to believe, maybe he keeps it secret, I know he does, but they appeared in the Sydney Morning Herald today and did a good job too...
Diamond Jim had a Briefing Paper on the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit done for President Clinton, couched in the manner of Dog's brief on the Local Pacific Identities, good on ya, Jim... Brought a smile to My face, that word Liberal the Tories use, maybe truth in election campaigns will make them change their name, ought to, but I would love to read what the Clinton Democrats really think of John Winston H... Him, it's probably written on the tip of one of those irritating pin pricks, What did you think of the Australian Prime Minister Bill? ~ Very little... ~
And then Bob Santamaria, you can read his stuff in his own accent, refuted and put things straight about Gerard Henderson's spiels, I like to waffle through all these sojournalists with Houie, who always manages a pointed question, but Bob won the day I reckon, he seems as worried about the excesses of the Capitalist Deregulated Holy Marketeers as he was about those Pinko-Commo threats of yesteryear, he mentioned as how the capitalist top executives were paying themselves 300 times as much as the basic worker, who'd lost about 11% purchasing power for this lower standard of living, since the Cold War spose, Malcom Frazer reckoned the ANZUS Treaty costs too much in trade nowadays, The USA is a great model for Australia, says the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit, cripes...
The Drug War, what a madness... A sad story about Cabramatta on Our ABC, Four Corners, had a young charismatic Five T gang leader being the inspiration for these Asian youngsters, in such a plight, cultural traditions and all the racist pressures, falling into the Drug War as more victims, the murdered politician no one bothered about, followed by this young blokes murder, and the proliferation of gang warfare, who needs that? When are they gonna make peace in this Dopey Drug War, it had the cops being corrupted too, these kids had handfuls of money and mouthfuls of drugs, the cops rip them off and then push it through other gangs, why is so much damage allowed to grow, regulate the Drugs to minimize the harm, that's best...
And then the other scourge growing as well, these Casinos are anathema, watch the flow of money, where does it come from, where does it go, what are the consequences, history shows these things need to be regulated to make them as safe as possible, ban them and they go underground and the desperate make them a binge, just take down the signs, put them in the background, all those wowser bashed activities, make them healthier, a healthy drug addict can live to old age, same as healthy prostitutes and their customers, unglamourous gamblers live on the run, broke, an unappealing model, what was that Dillon thing, The answer my friend is blowing in the wind... I wished it would blow these wowers away...
Another cold Wintry morning, a crisp chill, but warm sunlight, these El Nino conditions are two faced, while the agriculture fears the worst with these big high pressure systems drying up the produce, and the So-Called Liberals drying up their lives, the cities on the coast drift on regardless, the warmth from a winters sun and all the juicy tidbits provided by this Ship of Fools putting the country onto the rocks...
For instance it was so good to hear those familiar tones this morning of Prof Paul J Keating waxing lyrical on Our ABC, on Peter Thompson's breaky show, and he said how the low inflation and interest rates did nothing when the Government, rather than producing growth, stumbled about scaring the wits out of everyone...
And I reckon create the fertile grounds for the Dum-Wun-Nation Party for the racists, and now Fred Nile, when's Elaine going to divorce him? Fred has resurrected from the dead annals of Historic Carnage, a Christian Democrats Party, god help us, anyone remember the Second World War? It was them...
And Paul Keating was asked about his future, well he's into CyberSpace, he's got a homepage it seems Prof Paul J Keating... Australia's Best Prime Minister ever, sorry Gough, he is magnificent, was the political tragedy of my century for the vote to go against Keating last time, a travesty, gave Australia a black eye, if only he could come back, but he reckons one trip across the high wire is enough, but he's smoldering away I bet he is, in all the politics that I experienced it was Paul Keating who captured my attention, a great leader, such a shame on the Nation to have lost him at the top...
And then he made some remarks again about keeping and eye on the game, how the public had rolled the dice in the last election but he was still wandering through the political casino keeping an eye on the crap tables, I love that talk... Paul Keating is welcome back, anytime... Refute!
Now it's over for a cuppa with Houie, do the bacon, eggs, tomato, fried apple too, so sweet with the tomato, and some marmalade toast, this is to keep alive the Southern Aurora Dining car scenario, on the nice slow overnight trip to Melbourne, that breakfast time was excellent, and the tea of course, asked Houie how he'd feel if he had his tea addiction banned, start up a black market he reckons...
I was on SBS Ethnic Broadcasting seeing a series of atmospheric fireballs, brilliant flashes and mushroom clouds and boiling holes in the air, atomic testing fireballs one after another, this small Atoll in the big blue Ocean and Boom, a flash, what a cosmic event they are, that force stored way down, crushed in the nature of things, shows you that where atoms were born was a very densely compacted site, our Mother Supa-Nova, Supa-Mama, she's gone now, just a darkening hulk of nuclear stuff, to have that much power stored in a just a few kilos of all the atoms she spat out, maybe from the big end of the atomic scale, but then down the other end is the tiny hydrogen and helium with it's fusion, that e=mc2 means something when you see these things vaporise mighty human structures, wow, but when those detonations go off in a peaceful desert, then flash and burn, then smash it down and wrench it back...
Reminds me of this So-Called Liberal government, although the Prime Ministerial detonator is a dud, they set things off by accident... Reminds me how part of the British Atom tests had the Australian So-Called Liberal PM Menzies invite the Poms to drop a swag of bombs right in the middle of Australia, after giving up Australia to the Japs that was, and these monarchists still bow and scrape, god they're disgusting, makes people sick, all that hot Iodine in their thyroids...
I'm watching SBS Ethnic Broadcasting where David Zuzuki is revealing the horrors of Genetic Engineering, seeing these techos transplanting genes from anything to anything else, like to have your own Bacon flavoured fingernails or something? How about adding something lethal to the common cold to get rid of ... Who? Who'd be on who's list? Makes you wonder, you better want to be on the winning side in the next Genetically Engineered War...
On Our ABC, Life Matters they had the Diary Phenomenon, how these journals still give the detailed true insights into the times, and lives, of the people who wrote them, how historians depend on them too, they had a woman read bits out, from a lifelong account of her infatuations, her seductions, and loves, her families trials with the Holocaust, and her eventual life as a grandmother reading diary excerpts to her grandkids, seems to be another world of diarists out there... But I find them so fascinating to wander through, like the lady on the radio this morning, she wrote about her love back then and it's still real today... Sad, but defining...
There seems to be so many issues blowing up under this So-Called Liberal government, and the High Court has dropped another defining moment upon them all, saying as how only the Feds can raise revenue by taxation, and the states have been non-constitutional in raising revenue with all these licenses and regulatory fees, duties, so it's a Cuffuffle, and another nail in this Constitution, 'twas written by landholder farmers, is only 100 years old, and out of date, doesn't mention energy, or media, or human rights, and has an undemocratic Senate, and is Monarchical, cripes, and has this place divided up on colonial Lines Ruled across a continent, I reckon River Catchment Regions ought to be introduced as democratic power bases, these state divisions are so arbitrary, and Cities need a mind of their own too...
And taxation, oh dear, what a mess, the whole tissue and texture of the country needs to be redefined, the Republic and a new Constitution, and Flag, and Bill of Rights, the Native Title, ha, well you got to be kidding, they can't agree to keep to the same time... If everyone secedes and then gets together again, then... Count your dead... Hang on secession, that's what's happening, spiritually...
And there's a meeting coming up on Sunday, the Australians For Native Title to be held in the Sydney Town Hall in the afternoon, so I want to go and can meet people there, just an email away for anyone tempted, the woman who set it off was on Our ABC, this morning, the shame and embarrassment this So-Called Liberal Government has wreaked all over has brought about an amalgamation of all the groups against, a rallying cry, and figures some well known famous faces, It's Time again...
One English cow looks at another one and says You're not one of those Mad English Cows are you? And it answers No I'm a rabbit... That was the vertically challenged Margaret someone from Tasmania on GoodNewsWeek, she's such a rollicking little sweety...
Like on the train some young Aussie fellas of ethnic origins, and who isn't, asked about which Protest it was, the Aussies for Native Title, and told them about it, and they went on friendly then, and there was this little old lady sat down next to me as well, What's that, No Airport is It? Turns out she was a good Labor woman, and so was her second husband, not the first, got the whole story of her being deserted with five kids, one was only 2yo, and her life and times... Then I become the carriage authority, Which station is where type thing...
Out onto the Town Hall precincts, beautiful sunny wintry day, this winter seems so balmy, no action there, I was too early, across the way the Queen Victoria Building, did the perfunctory mock spit on her stature outside, alongside which was a mechanical Street Organ, played complex tunes using cards, programmed like a pianola, had a box full of these musical pieces, I'd spotted, Rock Around the Clock, the woman in charge burst into song, of whatever it was playing, don't think it was Marla...
So many people wandering about aimlessly, the city was crowded, earlier had been the City to Surf fun run, a race for money like everything else now, the Queen Victoria Building had been remodeled downstairs, Eat Street underground was gone, but I was tempted to have Chili Chicken and Sate and Fried Rice, so much, sat in the full view of the arcade, with hundreds of people walking to and fro...
Then it was the toys in Gowings, the oldest surviving good family business in the city it seems, stacked above and about all the clothing racks are these toys and gadgets and tidbits, I just can't resist all these knick-knacks to fiddle about with, and all these How To Talk to Your Son books, philosophies on all sorts of things, Dad's Cook Books, spent ages in there, toyland for big kids it is with all the clothes and stuff too, so it was window shopping till the meeting began...
I stood up on the Town Hall steps and took in the crowd, looked a rerun of the It's Time groupies from the Whitlam years, they rolled in, all the nice people, an exact opposite to a Dum-Wun-Nation meeting, but seven times dearer...
Whole point of the gathering was to bolster the Native Rights of the Aboriginal Community, Noel Pearson was there and only a few Aboriginals, but the sentiment of the attendees was clear, the disgust they felt at this latest land grab, the attitude these racist bigots in government had, the people I spoke with had clear sentiments for something decent to be done...
The Old Lady Nearly Fainted When Told The Price
One poor old dear struggled forever on walking sticks up the steps, she reached the plateau where I was, the old lady nearly fainted when told the price, she shuffled on looking for a discount ticket, could see the feeling in these women's eyes as they queued up...
First thing that tickled Houie and I was this woman talking to god up in a place called Helidon, the real estate agent in the sky was hard at work in this one, seems the town is overrun with wide eyed suckers for news from god as told to Debra, the real estate agents wife, also she got predictions about the future after it had happened already, that this country was swamped by our northern neighbours, spose that accounts for every human being who ever landed on these shores, my god she's right! She says god is too beautiful to describe but he's dressed in red, there are signs written up all over town, embarrassing, so if she announces the word of god says Sit, they sit, Stand, they stand, god says kill... Oops, no that's the Tutsies and Hutus, I heard where the population was told in speeches that Enough was enough, the only way to deal with this other cultural group was to kill them all off, the other side hears about being killed off and decides they'd better get in first, kill those others off first, slice, chop, shoot, run away, get sick... Helidon is now split with extremist xtian ideas, the same madness evolving, she has body guards already, places her faith in security firms, deductions? Her disciples are buying the cure all balms too, god said to buy it, spose, Houie can remember going through that place in his heyday, they claimed a miraculous spring too, a miraculous business opportunity it seems...
Like on Oprah yesterday they had the Bible Code, where this gook explained that a Bible had everything that happened coded into it in secret patterns that only he could read with his computer, the assassinations are in there, he had slides saying so with arrows and boxes as proof, real convincing, Oprah says Well what does it tell us to do, like if it's written already, in there already, that it will happen inevitably, then even if we know, how can we stop it, the bloke didn't want to know his own fate, nor did Oprah, so it's best if nobody knows, then it's prophecies will be correct, once you go back and look, after the event happened, and ... This bloke could invent on the run it seems, ha, I Can do it too...
On Our ABC, Occam's Razor on Sunday there was a good talk on that never ending counter argument the Creationists dream up to perpetuate their contentions too, like they account for fossils in geological strata as the being the result of one great flood, this bloke said as how you could use this method to have an earth model where the surface is on the inside of the globe and god is in the centre, and keep making plausible explanations that all contradicted one another, even so it was no matter, the gobbledygook suited the warped idea in the first place...
And on Our ABC, Life Matters, I heard this Judy Brett who wrote Political Lives, she'd compared the personalities and abilities and the drive that put the Australian Prime Ministers through their periods of power, but she hadn't done an essay yet on the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit, but still had a few things to define the lack of any philosophy, the lack of heart, and the callousness like his squeaky rant at the Aboriginal Reconciliation Conference... However Paul Keating got accolades for his inner strength and commitments and belief in his Big Picture and could lead, the moral fortitude, how he was able to continue with belief in the Big Picture, and fling back the carping criticism, and to show his heart and sympathy, made for an interesting interlude, that Judy Brett was impressive...
And there was another story about the Last Stand of Unionism in the USA, how the Efficiency principles in factories pushed this idea of Just-In-Time arrival of resources for assembly lines and sales shelves, cutting down the investment in inventories basically, and how the Corporate Bosses were using the Just-In-Time idea to control worker's lives, you were only needed for a few hours here and there, and part time workers on minimum rates was the way to go, the big Union in the USA was battling this one out, good luck to them...
Houie was saying how the union membership was always being undermined, with scabs saying the union leaders lived too well off their contributions, how the Corporate Bosses would have the Union Reps come over the chasm to discuss matters in the Corporate Heavens, I reckon those scabs ought to get unionised, a Scab Union could have compulsory union fees levied into a Universal Union Fund like Medicare, then the officials could apply for the refund of their expenses and salaries in an open public forum, be interesting to have accountability on both sides... Ha, that got Houie And I giggling...
Gareth Evans put forward the Labor Party's response to the Ten Point Plan, the list of steps for the So-Called Liberals to snatch the remainder of the Native Title Lands, it was reassuring for the certainty required to carry on in the narrow reading terms of the leases, over 100 varieties they say, but this is just early days for the confrontation to come, at the end of it could be the Racist Election brought on by double dissolution, should it come to that, this country will be split so badly anything could happen, mostly bad... And when it's all over no one will have won...
Out in the garden again, doing a bit, fantastic weather for winter, I was pottering about, but had to turn off Mad Mike a coupla times, he's such a turd when he gets smarmy, and then obnoxious, he abused that Morag again, this time calling her an idiot, and he had to apologise for insulting the Haka, and did it again in the process, he's a rah-rah nut, and then after another snigger, he gets my poor nerves on edge, after a while it's chalk squeak on a blackboard, he laughs at his own jokes, Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! But I have to lissen, it's Our ABC, and sometimes Mike is ok...
Thing is he's never experienced an intelligent audience, he was a star in England see, he feels chuffed with himself cause all the wonderful listeners call up with intellectual help and assistance, he takes it as his fan-club, and poor Mike's stuck in this goldfish bowl with a swelled head, being scolded all the time by his producer one minute and the audience the next, and the poor journos who contribute, they have to dodge out from under his open slathers, but it's fun really, I love to spew over Mike... Hmmm, I'm just trying to remember something good he's done, mind's gone blank... There must be something... Ummm, spose there was the apology for the Haka... Not really...
Apologies, yeah making apologies, The Tasmanians did an apology for the Stolen Children, but there's a black stain still down there, or is that supposed to be secret... Those bad smells hang around for ever unless they clear the air... Fancy having a 99.9% genocide in your history... Shhh, don't mention it, didn't happen in the White Armband Version Of History, guess where the staunchest bigots live, apart from the Deep North...
When I was over with Houie doing the news, the Little-Baldy-Headed-Bigoted-Twit came on television live, have to think up another slur, Little-Hamster-Headed-Bigoted-Twit, so this whining voice, this sour face, this twitchy twirp, went on about having a Secret Tory Group, god they love conspiracies, to introduce his GST, an extra tax on Goods and Services...
The So-Called Liberals want to cut income taxes for the rich, and make the poor pay more tax on all their purchases, particularly galling for older people who have paid income tax all their lives, and saved for superannuated retirement, and now get taxed when they spend it, it's regressive, and then young people who need to purchase their new household and family stuff, they pay more unaffordable tax, on food and clothes for their kids, it's monstrous...
The So-Called Liberal Takers will make poor people pay the same taxes for food, as a rich person pays for luxuries, it's not fair, that's regressive, the rest of the western world have hated this form of taxation, and there's massive avoidance as well, how would you feel when the price is $100 and they add on another $20, who gets to keep the extra $20... They reckon there's a black economy running underneath these GST regimes, cruel thing is the poor mother pays a higher proportion of her money in tax than does the media moguls, particularly the ones who skite about not paying any income tax...
Best tax reform would be to tax imports and profits, the privatised Commonwealth bank complained that the profit was down 4% this year, an amount over a billion dollars, that used to belong to the taxpayer once, before privatisation...
There goes Australia's biggest Bras, of the Dolly Parton Upper-Decker-Flipper-Flopper-Stopper variety, one of the biggest hits to the manufacturing business, and because they have to compete with cheap non-unionised labour costs overseas, another employer leaves these shores to set up in the lands where wages are low, the standard of living desperate, where's the sense in that, this country town of Lithgow, with 200 pay cheques drying up will flow on to knock over small businesses, and the infrastructure will collapse, and the town will die, thanks a lot globalisation, what a hopeless joke... I can just see them sag...
Watching the news coming out of the latest Tax Debate, how you can bet Odds-On-Jeff from the Casino State will be pushing for the Tax Reform, a once in a lifetime opportunity he reckons, to tax the poor and reduce the income tax of the rich, he's real good on once in a lifetime events, like selling off everything the taxpayer owns, seems to be Sure-Bet-Jeff's once in a lifetime opportunity to screw the poor... What is this a Nightmare re-run of the GST with that Hewson Fightback craziness, and then to see the Little-Baldy-Headland-Bigoted-Twit squawking out more high-pitched waffle, he's gonna have a secret commission to tell him what he wants to hear, another hopeless joke... How about redistributing the wealth? Huh? Wha? Equity?
Makes me wonder, this tax debate gets dragged up, whereas the big worry is really Jobs, Jobs Jobs, what are they doing worrying about reducing tax on expensive playthings while increasing tax on school uniforms, Labor's way of taxing goods takes into account their usefulness to the community, these rich twirps want to pay less tax on their luxury goods and services, the poor will have to pay more for food, it's crazy to support the Tory Twirps for that, anyone who votes for that must be crazy, and besides will the voter have a job? Will their kids have a job?
The smallest minded leader ever Howard, with no vision, the worst Prime Minister Australia's ever had is now steering the ship of state out onto reefs of division, putting more distance between these big C Conservatives and the General Public, divide and rule that's their way, kill off opposition to themselves by making some poor kid even more desperate to beg for a job, while they go out and buy a cheaper new gadget, or say a Box at the Tennis...
Or say a Tent at the Golf, a new Wun-wood, so you have Wun-Nation kicking out the support for the poor, or just generally kicking things out altogether, and the So-Called Liberals taking more tax out of the poor to let them barely survive, desperate for a decent life... Hmmm, feel like doing eighteen holes? Houie was saying how they played golf in the talk tonite, hit it and walk after it, and hit it, and walk after it again, and then knock it into a hole, you've got to be a mental giant evidently...
Good show on Our ABC, Quantum, the geothermal energy inside the planet, why not? That's energy from out of old Mother Supa-Mama, they had hot granite rocks, heated from the internal radioactivity beneath the crust, they crack these rocks kilometres down, and water pumped through comes up super heated to match the energy from the deadly coal mines, but this energy is as clean as you can get, seems like a good idea, another industry will feel the pinch of progress... Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's out of work we go...
Been troubling me about calling the Little-Baldy-Headland-Bigoted-Twit the bit about Baldy, cause it's a physical thing, it's not his stupid fault, it's his stupid faults that need pointing out...
So he's been waffling on about Tax, damn the unemployment, they don't care about anyone cept themselves, those So-Called Liberals don't want to pay any tax, and don't want a sharing caring community, they're against the Welfare State, the cradle to grave concerns for every member of the community, that's just too far beyond their Piss off look after yourself and get back to work and shut up, attitude in life and are always on a rant, Clean up you room, cut your crazy grass, don't do this, don't do that, killjoys, wowsers and hopeless jokes, so I heard where the Little-Hamster-Headed-Bigoted-Twit was launching a new LPT for his Taxing-The-Poor-Schemes, could be the Little-Preposterous-Twirp, maybe something else will pop up, was so good when he was sick, and now he's twitching about like a Whining-Wind-Up-Dummy, The Ventriloquist-Doll was back, yech, makes you shudder, maybe that sums him up better...
Oh yes, one of the big ones, the media, there's this wonderful woman journo, Margo Kingston is it, who's been reporting the pollies for ages, she's keeping me well informed of the danger coming, the private media moguls share of the media market, one last voice still standing apart is the Sydney Morning Herald, a gold mine of classified advertising for the proprietor, and a haven for journos who wont be tolerated by the other big media bosses, a voice in the wilderness, the public doesn't care it's being handed over to the Mogul Monopoly, should be protected somehow, constitutionally, one of the great crimes of the Eco-Rats, to allow these mergers and takeovers and killing off the competition, used to be anti monopoly laws once, but now the diversity is going extinct, goes against nature, don'cha know...
Of which, another horror story, the Murray-Darling Catchment, one of the biggest, and in this dry fragile continent, I heard tonite how they couldn't find a Murray Cod, a once plentiful beautiful creature, would grow as big as a dolphin, gone for two years now, along with other native inhabitants, joins a tragic list of extinctions, wrought by the White Armband History, should know better... Be interesting to hear what happens about that river on the East coast of the USA, I Saw the sores on the billions of dead fish, and on the hands of the fishermen, yuck...
But then the latest picture of Planet Earth appeared in the Sydney Morning Herald, the Chinese Weather Satellite, shows the southern Indian Ocean from way out, and there's this little Island, there's this whole globe, that's all we got...
Been thinking has I, about this whole thing, so it goes on, the High Court, been worrying me, the whole convention of it, how it sits there, like an old council of elders, the acknowledged wisdom of the tribe, you expect a carefully considered righteous, and just, and correct, opinion from them, they have to be trusted to blow the final whistle in the match, both sides in the political debate do their bickering and then to keep the peace they ask the High Court, cause without living by the judgments then it's war, the only thing between killing and living on in peace is to have a just High Court, now when one side tries to stack it, you've got a problem, ask Bosnia...
They reckon there's about twenty names on the list of appointees to the High Court, and left off the list are some proven Corruption Fighters and Clever Women, and put on the list are some perceived Capitalist C Conservative Barristers who've criticised the High Court's past decisions, like recognising unused lands to be in Native Title rather than Crown Land, these nominations or lack of them bringing into question the independence of the judges, now if you want a judge to act freely in this country, the judge must Feel Free To Act as he or she sees it, and continue to be of Good Reputation, cause they should get appointed on Good Reputation, but for Judges to feel threatened, or to be perceived as biased, to be less than impartial, it's a recipe for disaster eventually...
Then I was at the kitchen window again, cookin' and lissenin' and thinkin' too, about the way people can just ignore things as well, not taking everything into account, being narrow minded about their own interests, so you get ignorance, the environment is treated with ignorance, everyone knows now about the threats and they prefer to ignore it, that's ignorance, you could see it in the faces of those people in the old photographs from the pioneering days where you'd get dozens of stupid grins while they posed on a huge fallen forest giant, Aren't we clever looks, that's the sort of ignorance these people show for the principles of the High Court separation from State...
Isn't it supposed to be three cornered, the Court, the Parliament and the Administration, the Governor, call it President, Australia doesn't know what it's got with a foreign family of class domination who discriminate against us... Then as I was thinking how this ignorant attack on the independence of the High Court is courting cataclysm, dictatorial really, out comes a Justice of the High Court to say just that, it was the only thing between peace and civil war spose...
Bugger, was thinking up huge slabs of this with Houie and it's gone, damn, saying as how I had adopted a role by talking to another generation, like I was starting to write to others, readers, and the younger ones, being the bearer of opinions to those kids who might not have heard it put thus, who lack a dad, who haven't got anyone to tell, who wonder about these things a bit, but no one else bothers with them, those young kids who are smart enough to know, but would like that help along the road to confidence in their own beliefs, the questioning kids who catch on, and hold on to an idea, once it's de-mystified, I just loves de-bunking and then bolstering up too, so I was going to try and say it simple, the currency of all that thought vagues away, what a pity...
I saw a headline in the Sydney Morning Herald yesterday, started off Lower Wages Bring Hope... For some economical bullshit, what a hopeless joke, they've got to be kidding this mob... When they talk tax they say you have to cut the taxes to give people incentives, they even had Incentivisation once, one of the Little Preposterous Twirp's madnesses, was one of the Malabar Headland crap outlets? So you need to cut taxes for the rich to give incentive, and to drop wages of the poor to give incentive, they have a theory that to keep a pool of misery unemployed is good for their economic drivel...
And here it comes too, the jitters, I saw the record Wall Street hit two weeks ago, and there's been nervousness, on a Friday too, what is Monday going to bring? Sell, Sell, Sell, a run on the market, get the hell out of there, a human trait, a crash of confidence, the high flyers will look down soon and see a sea of despondency, it's called depression, bit like being on top of the Big Dipper, when the ratcheting stops and you look over the top, whoosh...
A confession, one of My Favourite type of movies, Naked Gun
2 1/2 and to make it sweeter is poor Norberg copping it, OJ Only Joking
Simpson, they ought to make a movie of his life now, it's the same sort of
thing, talk about being type cast...
Hmmm, that's the Red Light District, what d'ya think he went there for?
Sex Frank?
Ahhh, not right now, thanks...
I just heard some of the Our ABC, National Interest is it? And had an Amanda and that Judith Brett, talking leaders again, it's a real fascination, not often I would actually think of buying a book, Political Lives is it, but the ideas that attach to leadership are a fascination, the times nowadays with the players currently up on the stage or having just exited off, that's the most interesting, Recent History, it's actually being writ before your eyes, so they were talking of Keating and Menzies and this one tragic Howard, the hatreds and perceptions that grow in the public mind, there's a witchhunt mentality in the public, a real simplistic mass mind in the end, like a kitten lashes out with a paw regardless and instinctively, anyway just an image I have of it, 'twas so good to hear these conversations, I love that sort of thing...
Then there it was again the damned High Court thing in my mind, felt strongly all these ideas came up at the one time, and then I couldn't pull it all together, like I should have sat down and written it as it happened, it's emotive writing, like between working in the Economic Rationalist World, or being spurious in the Emotive World of Life the Universe and Everything, there's no choice...
They were saying as how the Pollies had to be Black-And-White-And-Absolute and how it was a difficult life, a hard job, and how I was thinking each piece of policy had to be judged in their separate political contexts, the proper left look, or that right wing madness, and stuck on their story board somewhere between this and that, like they walked about covered with opinions about everything, didn't leave them room to move, or to argue things out loud, even this So-Called Liberal Tax debate is going secretive too...
And how by saying nothing they are as just a frustration, like Keating couldn't undo Howard cause he was a smoke screen, being a clever dick, that's what the So-Called Liberals always do, they cheat, they never play fair, they use all the tricks and dodges, stupid ones at that, to avoid being pinned down to their greedy agendas, so Keating painted out his vision and Howard scratched at it, and so did the people, what an ignorant vote it was...
This ignorance thing too with me, saying as how those pioneers clearing the land could look ahead at the untouched wilderness, and look behind at their sea of destruction, yet continued on, ignoring it, that's ignorance, now that Judge Ummm, the good reformer, re-write the constitution bloke, he came out firing about this ignorant criticism of the High Court, he gave them a slap in their ignorant faces, Justice ... Michael Kirby, that's him...
I just saw a fly over Venus, radar imagery animated, so skim across this tormented surface, craters and volcanoes, their mushroom like looks from under the ocean of intense pressure from the heavy gases, acidic and hot, blowing around the planet every four days, amazing place, so foreign, yet earth went through a stage like that it seems, poor Venus, such a hell...
Then Our ABC Radio National on Sunday afternoon, always has a series of programs that put you into thoughtful mode, they had one of those mock trials, Socrates this time, and then Alisdair Cook, Letter From America, he still catches my attention, these talks he does, they develop as they go along, he strings things together, then makes a point, not always as sharp as he can be, he is the voice of the old, who else his age gets to speak, plenty really, the voice of America... All armies rape, he said once, and was sexually harassed by feminists...
Now on Our ABC Radio National there's a story of the Palestinian's who've moved here to Australia, this poor girl's remaining family lived on Sydney's North Shore and had to keep their origins a secret, and her grandfather was a xtian priest and he was told to shut up, they kept the front door key of their Old Home in Palestine, on the mantel piece in Sydney, they wondered how it would be to ask the Old Home's occupiers whose house it was...
Wonder how it feels for these post Balkan Bosnian Ethnic Cleansing real estate windfalls, how does it feel to live in the homes of people who've been cleaned out, an ethnically cleansed house, be ghosts, spose it applies to every Colonisation under Imperialism too, why Australians should be gracious about Native Title... Seems the ones that do the genocides are the ones who are most afraid of having it done to them... What a worry...
If They Don't Become Australian They Will Attract The Same Trouble They're Running Away From
People come from everywhere there's trouble, they are impelled not drawn by attraction, not to become Australians but to be themselves in another country, and if they don't become Australian they will attract the same trouble they're running away from... And not too many for the rivers to cope mind...
And there ought to be space for all the animals who live here too, saw where that Cat-Man from Adelaide who has the sanctuary for wild animals and supports the banishment of Ferals, a good looking bearded long hair, he was vandalised by something to do with zoos, was it anti zoo? This bloke was cornering the market on tourists having the only place where actual Australian wildlife species could be seen on the whole continent, an electrically fenced haven, the fence to keep the Feral cats and dogs and rabbits, and non-payers, out... People who prevent genocides and extinctions top my list for heroes... Just thinking Peter Singer's on that list too, he's got a brain...
Gees it's disappointing to have people suffering with addictions, being driven into the dangers of crime through the Dopey Drug War, the Little Wowser Prohibitionist has canned the Heroin Trials down in Canberra, some decent people were going to show a sensible approach to a health problem, which stems really from the Eco-Rats lifestyle difficulties, so there was to be provision of regulated doses of Heroin to see if these poor wretches could have a life...
Thing is the So-Called Liberals and their xtian backers the Lyons Forum have been afraid of it working, would show them for the cretins they are, so every one of them that overdoses now should be directly attributed to the Australian Prime Minister personally, same as he saddled up the Labor's Carmen Lawrence with that suicide frame-up, cept this time he is responsible, driving people to desperation, and it's all on his chit now, he's responsible for all the drug damage, the break-ins, the corruption, the broken lives, and their deaths, it's all the Australian Prime Minister's fault, gees it's good to have someone to pin it on...
Trouble is he's so stupid, just doesn't know any better, and represents a whole swag of idiots as well, hope the drug addicts pick the Right victims when they fight back in the drug war... Also it was said how there was a USA government policy line to follow, cause of the Fundamentalist Right Wing too, and then the Pentagon wanting some justification for their existence as well, and there's all the money being made on the black market, but then they take opinion polls and there's all this uninformed redneck opinion, pandered to by one of the media moguls as well, they say the Murdock press ran a popularist hysteria campaign, must have second guessed Rupert somewhere...
That's another lovely winter's day gone passed, the tide's been out of an afternoon, there is a dearth of life, just tiny fishlings, a dozen or two, no crabs, not one, but the ducks were courting, they were showing off, and cavorting about flapping up a storm and diving under one another, never seen so much duck action, must be nesting time, the males are those shiny Green-Headed-White-Striped-Dark-Brown types, and the girls are Camouflage-Speckled, there was a fuss about having the rivers revert to a more normal flush and flow system to keep them alive, the irrigators are irrational, spose they'll have a surfeit of salt to sell...
And nature being herself, giving the last remnant of Empire a lesson as to who's boss, the Volcano on Montserrat, Wow, a bubbling up boil, breaking out on the surface, that reminder of what's just beneath, only a few kilometres, when you think that a 15 kilometres bike ride across the earth's surface would mean death, up or down, if you went straight up you'd freeze and couldn't breathe, and straight down you'd be inside a molten hell... It's a thin few kilometres that life lives in, like an apple skin... The Earth as a piece of fruit would look like it's been attacked by this human infection...
And I was lissening to Our ABC, Life Matters as always, they have so many good stories, one woman wrote a book of advice, among the millions, she reckoned to imagine having a kid beforehand, you had to get handfuls of jam and smear your curtains, and imagine putting an octopus into a string bag, and to take a couple of goats shopping in a supermarket... Rubbish... And they did Premonitions, how the ones that came true became significant, all sorts of dreams and scenarios and wanna-be's go through a human mind, and then when one happens, Ooo, I knew it was gonna happen, Rubbish... Much like premonitions I had of the stockmarket crash, just not wobbly enough yet, yet that is, it will come, it's to do with what goes up, Thou shalt always obey Gravity...
The waterfront union strike to come, a put up scheme, another of their frame-ups, manufactured by the So-Called Liberals for their ideological rantings, the So-Called Liberal agenda, kill off the unions... The demise of the unions is why there is so much suffering... Without unions the general public of workers is going backwards in the standard of living stakes...
Yeah, it's gonna be on... I Saw the contingency plans that the So-Called Liberals had some capital C Consultant draw up contingencies to manage a waterfront strike, by bringing in the troops, to carry on with their ideological Union Bashing madness, the Union bloke popped up on Our ABC, News, and made sense, that would be a disaster too to bring in the troops onto the waterfront, maybe the Union could hire the Bougainville mercenaries, but they wouldn't stoop so low, just have to suffer these So-Called Liberal Manglers again and again, god they're thick...
W I M P, try that for the Little Preposterous Twirp, how about Wowser, that fits, and Imbecile, that's be right, Imbecilic, Mad Punce, that'll do, although the little girl who was sacked from the latest factory closure, she was taken up to the Prime Minister's suite at the protest, 5000 of them minus me being Rent-A-Crowd who would've been there if I'd known, well she called him Pig-headed, so that gives you WIMP, that'll do... Wowserised-Imbecilic-Mad-Punce, don't like degrading decent animals in this context, Pig's make wonderful bacon, and this PM stinks, yuck...
I felt the draw of the Green's today, Bob Brown gave a Press Club Address, he was excellent, had me nodding in agreement and seeing the Green visions, makes so much intelligent sense, Bob Brown says it's long term policies that stretch off sustainabley into the future that matter, all these short term distractions like the Little Preposterous Twirp's tax adventure were piffle, besides a carbon tax makes good sense, and taxes to promote green ethical policies were the way to go, I can only agree, just have to get the majority vote now, that's all...
So Bob Brown put the Greens against the Little Preposterous Twirp's Ten Point Plan, the biggest land grab since the Highland Clearances... Most of Australia's Great Red Heart will go to a brace of millionaires, and converted from leasehold to freehold, and to have the taxpayers pay compensation to the Aboriginal Community, a monstrous landgrab... Once freehold it opens up the right to clear the trees and mine and do what a few millionaires like with our country, a new round of destruction in the fragile ranges... While Pauline complains about untidy rubbish around Aboriginals camps and yet the white's have massive landfills of pollution around every settlement... Corporate miner's paying compensation to the Aboriginal Community amounted to less than what they paid to their one chief executive, what a joke...
A wet and rainy morning, not too cold though, I was over with Houie doing breakfast, they say the frosts have gone, where once there'd be a frosty morning, frozen water in the bird baths, these days with the blanket of Green-House gases the frosts have gone, it's to do with heat not escaping the Earth at night, it doesn't get out from under the blanket of gases, so is it a good thing to have changed the nature of things, so clever to have cracked up the South Pole...
Then Houie And I were discussing the political debate, where once there was the Domain in Sydney's parkland, down by the Harbour, 'twas a place for the Soapbox Spruiker's to put forth their rants and tirades on everything under the sun, and crowds would gather and heckle, and be subject to the wrath of the convictions thrown about, was a good time had by all, by all accounts, so now the Internet has assumed the soapbox...
I was wondering if some enterprising souls would set up an Aussie Politic Ring, a SoapBox Domain on the Web, you need a set of five or so Homepages to get together to set one up don't you? Be good to browse through the contributions to such a Ring, just click to the next, imagine having Wun-Nation just a Click away from the Little-Bigoted-Twirp, Nah you wouldn't want them on it, be better to have real people, SoapBoxer's, Rabble-Rousers, Orators, Voters...
Ok all your worries are over now, Oprah's made it clear to me and everybody, the animal instinct that we all have of Fear, is really the voice of god which speaks to all of us to warn us of danger, Hmmm, I am afraid of Oprah's leaps of faith, or is that god talking to Me, afraid not...
Oh dear, conscience troubling thoughts and all, I was troubled with imagery and symbols and perceptions, so with a grand gesture went for a name change, so to be far more true blue, I have decided on the Cave Hermits Union of Australia, so He did it...
I just caught some of the Dr Margaret Scott story, what a wonderful little woman she is, the one from Tassie who just loves a bit of political satire, she's a dear... She had Our ABC, Australian Story tell her tale about her last love too, a man she had enjoyed soul-mate talks with, doing the deep philosophies she reckons, she has that twinkle in her eye, intelligence and wit and humour... So sad she's sick...
Well there it is outside, another perfect day, the weather this winter has been balmy warm, a bit windy today is all, and there was a bonfire lit last night, that still smoldered away in this wispy breeze this morning, filled the air with that intoxicating smell of wood smoke, but that's become a worry now with bushfires being the risk, so I hose down the ashes, only takes a spark, a bright spark...
Oh god, politics has gone balmy too since this mad mob got in, and there's the latest from the Hanson xtian Hitlerites, this time she's saying as how no-one but xtians should be let in to settle, and whoever does get in has to be like them, like her? Yech, the same old list comes out these bigots have, Pauline reckons she'll strong arm people out of the country who she doesn't like, charming...
This Pauline xtian Hanson talk of making people the same is a dreadful joke, assimilate or what... Once people are on their list, the idea is to cross them off, god willing... God bless, I will make a little bet that sooner than later Pauline will say god guides her and gives her the strength and such, god talks to her especially, therefore when Pauline says Sit they sit, Pauline says Shoot they shoot, that sounds familiar, god told me that, it must be true, heretically speaking that is...
Like before Hitler did what he did you could understand the political appeal, but once it's been done, the genocide, the Racist Holocaust, and these people still flock to her flag, following those same thoughts, knowing some of the history at least, even warped as they see it, and they still persevere with the same bigotry, it's beyond belief, and they wrap their hatreds up in patriotism and nationalism, and expect to be able to run over the bastards, do another blitzkrieg, christ they had Pauline posing in a tank the other day, and saluting, and playing with a paint gun thingo, war games, get the picture?
I was dreaming about a dinner party where people from all over could bring their favorite plate, a Multi-Cultural dinner, even have a barbeque, feels so good to have peaceful tolerant people around the table with all their goodies they bring, the looks, the clothes, the tastes, and the big smiles...
These other So-Called Liberal bigots are the grumpiest people, whereas the New Australians have an openness and want to be accepted, so once you accept the differences, you can have your own differences accepted... Hmmm, sounds alright but it will never work when there's competition and scarce resources as there is...
There was another shameful act in the race debate, the Packervision people set up an Asian bloke with repairing electronic appliances, they stuck the camera in his face, did another racial media beat-up on him, he committed suicide the next day, and left his poor family, and their kids, his small business, and the comfortable white TV reporter on the front page, unapologetic, I could never watch those Packervision-Kick-The-Racist-Can channels anyway, god they're disgusting people, maybe if no one bought what they sold...
All those dreams I had of a New Australian Republic, going into the new century with the young people living in a definition of a Model Country with a proper mix of Big C Community and Little C Capitalism, and with Cultural Diversity and choc-a-block full of all the best from cultures all over the world...
And show the rest of the world how to do it, put it all plain and clear in the constitution, with all that's been learned from the past, make up a New Constitution that looks after the people and the security of having self confidence in a New Nation, could make the inspiration for Sustainable Futures come true, what a pity these narks damn it all to hell...
See, never would have had any of the good Diversity Life if those pommy xtian homogenists had their insufferable way, wish they'd drive their tanks back to England and save their Foreign Queen, why don't they go and colonise somewhere else, be so good without them, follow in Burnam Burnam's footsteps to the cliffs of Dover, but don't come back... Remember how he claimed England for the Aboriginal Community and would teach them manners?
And then Alisdair Cook did the big strikes in the USA, finally, at last, there is a publicly supported strike, the last big strike was unpopular, with the Reaganomics crushing of the USA Flight Controllers, and reminds me of the Hawky Labor Government bringing down the airline pilots with the Aussie Air Force, 'tis about time the McMurders Contract Labourers shut down the fast food chains to get their proper standards of living, history shows the flow-on is a better way of life than crumbs off the table...
Here on SBS Ethnic Broadcasting is Richard Dawkins pooh poohing the imaginative religions, he puts up the ideas of the Meme where you pass on through generations a chain letter bible, and gullible children are infected and pass it on as well, he's obviously so correct and yet this mass hysteria still produces copies of itself, there was the baseball hat on backward phenomenon where that idea replicated itself in the minds of so many children...
Reminds me of his first early adolescent diary which railed against the religious crap, thinking it must end soon with all the evidence, in those days I was sure that people would realise the inanity of it all, but there they are out there, growing more silly, nowadays there's a proliferation of cults and weirdo beliefs, the economic gurus, and now the conspiracy theories too, and the same method of resolution of the argument, pull triggers, whereas with facts, studied and replicated experiments, the scientific method puts paid to all that division, it's either true or it isn't... Guns don't kill it's the triggers, huh?
Wonder if the atheists and scientists will ever predominate in polls, all comes back to education, secular education by the State, and now in Aussie there's these private schools getting more per student out of the public purse than the public schools, schools for scandal it is...
Stuck in my mind that one of the girls was reading The Hobbit, and how I had gone on to read the Pratchett series, just the most enjoyable fantastic stuff, with Pratchett you get the fantasy world to set the scenes for all the human melodramas, and his footnotes and the philosophies, and the wonderful DEATH, BE SEEING YOU, so I went looking through the archives for some of the mentions to see what would come up... And to read the series you have to start from the beginning, let's see the first one was The Colour of Magic or was it The Light Fantastic...
There was a bloke selling a book on the media today, about Father's and Sons, Bringing Up Boys or something, was just as I had been saying for years, the special care for kids when they're real young and how Dad's these days did a 60 hr week, and then played golf, Dad who?
And the stages in a boys life too, where they stick with Mum till they're about six then look to Dad for the role model, how some tribal customs would take the boy away when he was fourteen or so to be initiated into manhood, bring him back to his Mum as a man, and where were the apprenticeships where a young bloke could learn a life from a Master Tradesman, and the difficult times of puberty, 600 times the testosterone pumps through him, strength and growth and sex, and pimples too if I remember correctly...
And nowadays they leave the boys stuck down the corner somewhere neglected by the men, harassed by the cops, and preyed on by the dealers, disgraceful... Then all the broken homes where there just isn't a role model anyway, who can these boys trust, who can they talk to? That madness from the Clergy they see through in two seconds, what else there for them, poor little kids nowadays really get dumped...
Oh well there's always golf, and they end up lost souls like their vacant dads, or those Dads who reckon they'll toughen the little bloke up by giving him a hard time, all that competitive world crap, what a shit, the only time in their life when they can have someone to completely trust not to do them in, and the Dad's renege on getting close, then bitch when the kids reject them, then they want to blame some corruption apart from themselves, and then some parents have to wear having their boys commit the final dreadful mistake, makes me sad to hear these kids knocking themselves off, must be the worst blow to a parent...
Geesus, I was wondering what some kid would think, don't do it, all kids hear and think about ending it all when things are bad for a while, but it all fades and vagues away, you just look back at earlier things which bugged you and then later you couldn't care less, what seems insurmountable one day really does get forgotten next time, that's the whole point of being young, you learn as you go, better to be alive than dead to the world, spose though everyone is an individual, their own story, these kids need someone to tell it too, like that girl I read the other night, she wanted someone to talk to, that's what father figures and mother figures are for... So tell someone...
Colder today and those familiar August winds, the Westerlies are blowing again, still bright and sunny though, gets hot in the sun out of the wind, have to get the Strength 100 Blockout soon, and cooked up some tasty giblets today, not a good idea, they really have some tough bits, and with pollution how it is, these organs probably filter out and store the poisons all away, like stick with chickens, don't ever eat cow's brains, or any other bit of cow for that matter, they withdrew millions of kilos of meat off the hamburger market in the USA, fast food, fast death, un-unionised and deadly, back to the vegie garden in the backyard, Get A Little Dirt On Ya Hands Boy, Get A Little Dirt On Your Hands... If You Wanna Grow Up To Be... What, a Cave Hermit, streuth...
There's some really weird ideas coming up again in the Right Wing world, there's been a couple of suggestions that have that Isolating-The-Scapegoat, the witchhunt on the perceptions of threat, it's got concentration camp ideas, they want to round up the drug addicts and remove them to some isolated place to take away the Dealer's market, Duh? And then there's the pedophile lists where they allow vigilantes to rule, they deny the listed names anywhere to live, the stranger danger is dwarfed by family and friends of the kids, as if they can't travel to somewhere else in just a few hours even, and it goes around, next thing will be a special Badge tattooed on to their appearance, remember seeing that Armband they wore on their way to the extermination camps, back in the Right Wing good old days...
What should happen in a civil society, whenever a criminal act is committed the un-corrupted police dutifully investigates, gathers factual evidence, and the judiciary prosecutes the law, now because the wowsers made ridiculous moralist elitist racist bigoted laws, you get underground black markets that corrupt, so any of these offenders can buy their way out of morals persecutions, so the Get-Rid-Of-Them-Thinking takes over the redneck mind, well I reckon getting rid of those Wowser laws would be a better way for a start... Why was alcohol prohibition repealed...
There he was on Commercial-Witness-Television, the survivor of the Thredbo landslide, that act of god which took all the other lives except for this handsome young and clear thinking man, coming from a family who aren't religious, and so the only one to get out just happened to be more atheist than most it seems, what a miraculous irony...
Then Ian Plimer the Courageous Geologist, on the Thredbo tragedy, said it ain't no act of god it was gross stupidity in ignoring scientific engineering principles, he's fantastic, after the Trade Practices law let him down on the Creationists Noah's Ark rip-off, Ian Plimer is crusading against the lawyers themselves, what an inspiration he is to clear honest thinking... Shame on the Law, they're saying it's a profit driven business, who wants that for a system of justice, they do, by the way, who do you reckon run the strongest richest unions ever in history, is it the law and medicine, are they organised or what...
The latest silliness to come from the Little Preposterous Twirp is to have the Millennium one year behind the times, how can you possibly ignore the year 2000 for 2001, given that we're suffering already from all this scriptural baggage, like the six days of work for the one day off for which you are to spend being thankful, and the one man one wife drudgery, which only suits jealous patriarchs with property and slaves, why should one woman have to do all the work... Ha, oh god don't get I started, look how much better things would be if there was never any xtian colonialism, we could have all been free...
Maybe I Can spend the entire twelve months partying, wondering why some arbitrary counting off a Wink In Time of the Geological Story and the Fabulous Evolution, been more like 2000 years in the dark ages, if you asked Me, but no one ever does... The Millennium Bug, just postpone it, pass a law, a get tough policy for any computer that falls over... A celebration for the only living creature on earth that fiddles about with numbers... Hey Pooch, it's the Year 2000! Urrrrooooooohh...
It's probably just another imbalance in the Web of Life but down the jetty today there were dozens of Horseflies, big ones, they had 12cm wingspans, four wings, and were mating, another dance of love, the couples flew about like refueling aircraft, then the female spose, the lower one, would be submerged to lay eggs you'd suspect, and the male stuck to his job, and reared up to discourage all the other males who dive bombed him, their wings would click and clatter, looked a lot like the Alien from the movie, must be the lack of fish now that let this Horsefly population grow... Across the water, I spotted a wallaby, first one he'd seen for years, that hopped away into the bush, must've been 1.5m tall and when they go they really move fast, no crabs still, just a little grey finch with the maroon breast, so fast flittering about, sad the way the river's struggling for life, it's the cradle of life and is dying...
Met some characters too, there was a young bloke looking up trees in the Lakes, he was exploring for some future photography, I got him talking, reminded me of the Benny Hill sketch, the boring talk of cameras, but he was a good kid and had micro lenses, and could take photos of funnel webs up close with the thonged feet in the background, all nicely knitted in, he was going to skin dive in the Lake to get some close up pictures, I told him of the faces evolution had written into the backs of the crabs, the predators see this snaky evil face, devlish, and it's just a crab shell...
The second bloke was little too, on the bridge over the weir, he was full of information, they're building a $600,000 fish ladder there, just in time for the extinctions... So I stirred him about his work ethics and all, and he was laughing, then later was waiting up the path to talk some more, seems a general malaise in the community under this government, you never hear anyone having a good word about any of them, even hate radio is getting more phones slammed down for their impertinence, good...
Was so good to be out there on the bike again, a perfect day, this weather is unreal, even if is a swan song for the good years, the river is so clear, you can see the rock shelving disappearing down into the green depths, cause looks deceive, I always wonder what the river used to look like when you could eat things out of it, and the radio was excellent...
Our ABC, came up with the goods, there was that story on the Private Profit Driven University up north, the researchers get ripped off for their discoveries, and now they're dropping on their students not quite Professors, who've never been accredited, they come from the sponsors staff, are they up themselves so far they can't see the light...
And then the Our ABC, was being sued by Pauline for a cut and paste job of all her own words, and there was much glee in her being pissed off with disgraceful comments, all from her own lips, looks like the wheels have fallen off the messiah cart, as history moves on over, some minor bumps in the track seemed to get flattened out, but it makes life interesting to have Pauline reminding the majority of the population of that fundamentalist right wing red necked xtian section of the land clearance specialists...
Speaking of which their weak indecisive wimp, of a small minded, out of his depth, blinkered, short-sighted leader, ha, the Little Dithering Twirp, came out screeching about the So-Called Liberal State Premiers who kept back biting him, so he delivered a harangue to the party faithful, this really is feeding the chooks, don't you worry about that, and then the Premiers all dropped more shit back on him, seems he's pretty well buried now, doesn't take much for a man of his stature on the world stage, there must be a list as long as your arm of people who have their noses put out of joint by the Little Dithering Twirp, Cept for me that is, you gotta get a small laugh out of life...
But I was ensconced with the Our ABC, Australia Talks Back with Sandy McCut-Them-Off, this one was about Australia's Carrying Capacity, like how many people can live in the dry heat Out-Back, there was a 70 year drought found in the fossil record, and how come the local Asians had never already moved in, they knew how inhospitable to large populations it was, 'twas an excellent talk with Dr Tim Flannery coming up with the goods again, he's magnificent and writes on the Lab, he is as close as you can get to having it right I reckon, always makes me see the hypocrisy of it all, being a hypocrite, 'tis a terrible thing to have to shrug off, be so good to not be a hypocrite...
And they had another Grow-It-Big-And-Fast-With-Unlimited-Technological-Open-Slather bloke who spoke convincingly about having faith in human deviousness, sort of stainless steel pipe dreams, make the desert bloom stuff, stuff nature, and besides Australia can never decide for itself cause international forces will determine that after some future Global Warming or War, the refugee problem can be solved by shipping these 500 million people out into the empty continent, so we better put the plumbing in, what extinctions...
But Tim persevered with taking responsibility for the Natural Disaster of the Colonisation, if so few could do so much damage so quickly, how can there be any increases in population, till we learn to manage it, and work to repair it, the sovereignty for the whole country, once you decide that, the Unemployment from the Market Forces drivel dissolve away, and real policies of community commitments can be stimulating the souls, instead of that they're supposed to want to be like those business moguls, the odds are pretty low about one in a 100 million, the human race, hardly anyone wins...
And on top of that the So-Called Liberal Environment Minister who makes me spew, squirmed out an announcement that he failed to see any problems with 65 million radioactive tons in Uranium Tailings Dams being stuck up the Kakudu National Park World Heritage Area that receives the Monsoonal Heavy Rains most every year... Houie reckons that bloke is the shiftiest of them all, cause he knows what he's doing...
Aha, then Bob Brown of the Greens pleased me no end when he let the Constitutional Convention go on, those So-Called Liberal Queens are stuck with it now, and the Republicans will rub their noses in it, fancy trying to justify a Monarchy, they got to be kidding, so Malcolm Turnbull will refute their silly rubbish and put forward a convincing package, which will be accepted, and passed, and roll on over the Little Dithering Twirp's obstinance, and that woman they have as spokesman, I remember walking past her stall out the Royal Easter Show, the mock spit came to mind, and Australia can still have all those Royal names, it's a real part of history, ya got to have something to do mock spits on...
But what an example of the So-Called Liberal Trickery Style, the Convention has half the delegates appointed by the PM, then for the rest they invoke a non-compulsory postal vote going against the Australian tradition, and besides they have already said that the resolutions of the Convention wouldn't be binding, Duh? Doesn't mean the Little Dithering Twirp wants to be able to renege does it... It's democracy pitched to disenfranchise those who would normally vote...
I enjoyed the Bob Ellis article in the Sydney Morning Herald today, he's spot on in this one is Bob, he predicts the demise of this So-Called Liberal Government and does the mock argument with the incredulous Tory stooge, and lists out all those who have been incensed with the So-Called Liberals Stupid Government, 'twas like I said the other day how there were so many, well Bob listed them out, the whole litany of disgusted, incredulous and angry victims, Our ABC, for instance, and her listeners, the whole stupid catalogue of the bumbling fumbling embarrassing cabal, he had something for the overseas trip, was good, I can't remember... Good on ya, Bob...
Cripes, a lot of losses on the Asian Stock Markets, bit of panic setting in now, the Commo Domino Effect might end up being the Capitalist Domino Effect, just hope Australia doesn't catch a cold when Asia sneezes...
The other trepidation which might trigger the run is the El Nino effect, like the word is all bright-sunny-gloom, the predictions are saying Be Very Careful, there's going to be Weather Problems, think Drought and Typhoon and Nature Going Wild, these perceptions are unsettling to the big bull run where the stock markets are a mile high...
There's an Anti-Racism meeting down at Manly on Saturday, last time was good, they did some of that South American Tango stuff in the pit, and I remember being impressed with Godfree Bigot, that guy did the dressing up play acting characterisation, and stood for office, and got elected, he's excellent...
Pity you don't hear from these people more, wonder why some radio station doesn't pack in all that hate shit, and put on a love-in, get the sweeties and greenies and lefties and chuck it back, hang up on all the rednecks, bet I could sell some advertising on it, imagine having a Consumer Protection radio and television channel, oh well there's Our ABC, spose, but I would say left as far as they are wrongly right...
After that bike ride yesterday I was really feeling it, like the glow you get was making itself felt, all over, took six hours, was fabulous though, that level of exertion puts all your bits and pieces into running tuned up mode, everything has to be working to get you round the river, all that Gravity out there, gees I loved it, and then there was the young fella who broke the world's record for the flying kilometre, and he's an Aussie, a Kelly too, must go like a train to do that, huffin' and puffin'...
I am so tired, but a good bacon and eggs special breakfast with Houie, that helped, and his larder was replenished today by his new helper, she got twice as much as usual, Houie was happy with all these goodies to have, he'll end up with everything opened at once, he forgets after about two minutes, but can still talk philosophically and with wit, he's so quick, seems like the brain can recall and react to everything wired in, but no new connections are being made, but then that central thoughtful section must still work ok, he's interesting to see what happens when you get old...
And they had another diary day on Our ABC, Life Matters, these ran for 70 years, they are a treasure, one woman found hers stuck away in the laundry which she started when she was fifteen, she had lived on oblivious to so much of what was in them, the other lady wrote a section of her wondering if she'd existed before, in her genetic configuration, like I did with the two half eggs of yourself from generations ago coming together again, a sort of replication of the same person years later, she had the same idea, and she had that wondering quality, and giggling anyway, regardless, she was good...
There was another diary, a young Laddie who watched the world on TV, he's been reporting on the Monserrat eruption and following Oprah's dabbling into the spiritual world of predictions, he's not going to Los Angeles during the next quake, nor am I...
The other diary of interest was the poor woman who had a bully husband coming home fumbling drunk and cranky and abusing her, she had to live in this perpetual fear, I have heard of similar situations, like he would always be wondering when she was gonna lash out and hit him, and she knew he knew, so this diary caught my attention, how can anyone live in that terror thing, it turns up the volume on everything spose, makes life exciting eh... Boo!
The train was so crowded these weekend wanderers pour into the city, I was heading over to Manly, there was a pamphlet about another anti-racism protest in the ampi-theatre, it wasn't organised on the scale for speeches, so the ferry trip across the Harbour still beckoned, 'twas all finger pointing by the passengers, it's name that place games, the familiar islands and places of renown, Ooo that was a nude beach...
Out of it all though I was thinking about what makes people turn left or right and how the fitting in and going along with the crowd and family expectations come into play... Spose it's the memes of Politics...
So they just did some polling of the office workers and they all nodded to working long hours and being part of the firm, the inclusive pep talks where the targets were made and met and fussed over...
So you raise your hand and say Excuse me, what about a 30 hour week, and a decent living and some time for the family, and how about all the workers join a union? You wouldn't say that at a pep party would ya, and be there next year too, would ya? So they are all Noddies, Yes I go along with Mr boss, or I did before, but now it's just getting harder and harder to go along with the boss, but if you don't nod you lose your job, nice ain't it without union protection, your boss don't respect your aspirations, his business comes first... Feeling downsized... Nodding off...
The walk out to Fairy Bower, the little protected beach tucked in behind a headland, there were gun bunkers up there once, seems to have had it's bushiness regenerated though now, so it was like walking through vegetation caves, thing was the haze, it was real polluted smog today, so still, seems the air had drifted out to sea in the morning and then standing on the headland to a Nor'East sea-breeze you get this eye-stinging smelly blast of high particulates coming back inland... A lot of Noddies had gone for a drive...
So good to see Tim Flannery pop up on Roy and HG, there's a book he's promoting, The Future Eaters, Tim Flannery makes excellent sense about the population problem, the carrying capacity, the Easter Island experience from Luxuriant Life to Tribal War to Destroyed Desert, just as well these heroes of mine do their thing... Seems like the world has suddenly taken the Greenhouse effect to be real... The signs are there, sounds biblical... God...
The War on the Wharfies hotted up today with a story listing the good conditions and wages and salaries that the union members received, well why don't those complaining get smart and put in for their cut, the relative strengths of the unions would even things out, it's the competitive model, everyone's in a union, they compete for the cake, it's a capitalist ethic, what's wrong with that... Join now...
Why is it the biggest News in the World, well you might ask, just putting it into perspective as is my way, the public threat of a speeding vehicle putting innocent lives at risk by careering through Paris traffic at break neck speed for what, living in the fast lane, to escape a photo opportunity, the legend is writ, Di's Dodi died in a vain rescue attempt for the miserable Princess, his quest for the Playboy Pinnacle is now lain in legend, poor boy, poor Di, I can't wait for the evening News and the Ghoulish Details, just think yourself lucky you weren't in the way in the tunnel of their love...
Oh no, bite your tongue, Di's dead too, poor thing, there's a legend born for real now, so there's a twist for the books, it'll be Saint Di the Queen of Hearts, they're saying she would put her hands on sick children's heads, not as if she was a healer, but they thought she was, and it did them good, I can remember dreaming up Di's future as the Royal Mother, poof that's all gone...
Goes to show how Thou Shalt Obey the Laws of Physics always works, you take a mass of expensive material and apply a force to propel it and then have it stop real quick, there's a lesson in that for all of us, as they say...
Cause the Monarchists will be relieved to have her embarrassing life out of the way now, she wont cause much trouble, but from the grave she could always haunt the Royal Family...
Who did it then, who killed the Princess, was there another photographer on the knoll, the villain is the Press, the Media was hounding her, chasing her about, she was the fox and they were the Hunt, the poor pursued creature fled with her champion, a rich one, and bang...
It is sad though when it sinks in, like she was the victim of pomp and circumstance, I did fancy her in a way for a while, but she did play with fire after all...
Oh my, poor Diana, Princess Di has captured the whole world, so much emotion pours out, this media concentration, instantaneous coverage all over the planet, there is a feeling about of having known her, and she was the model Princess for all the little girls and that same fairytale story that goes on and on through history, myths and legends, so she's assumed such an amazing stature... When they die young just makes it the more poignant... The weather is gloomy too, there has been some rain at last, the smog that was so bad over the weekend is now a rainy mist, and I am drained with all this media intensity and there's more to come, like now it's what sort of funeral is she due, well it better be the big one, the Queen better not downplay Di now...
There's the Internet Cloud, instead of doing important things, I've been delving into the Internet, looking for the Di factor comment, so many minds pushing the same thoughts about with the focus point still, a coalescing of comments, leaves me completely non-plussed, like stuff-all to add, ha...
Like if I had of been in the car, it would have been Put your seat belts on, and that driver would have been replaced, and if any driver put Di's life or anyone's else's life at risk, I would have told him to stop, or get physically damaged, so who was responsible, who was giving orders? Lose 'em, Hollywood style, and then there's the Body-Guard, a man who will know, does he feel responsible, wasn't he supposed to be protecting her, with a hyphen-ated name too... Was commonsense subverted for being Cool Man...
Aha, just heard that Dodi had goaded the Paparazzi, You wont catch us... So that's the fast lane...
The story on my mind was the words coming out of the Union Congress thing, the lack of interest in joining, the whole point is the perceptions, cause of the media, the Television and Papers, the private owners drive the perceptions, and another thing is the Inter-Office Taken-for-Granteds, like they expect you to be in-line with being anti-union, like they expect you to be xtian, like they expect you to be Tory, so it's zip your lip, speak up and you'll disappear, in some countries they shoot you, but here you're still got rid of... And Unions are the only chance they'll ever have, one of the pale hopes was that secretly most workers are glad the unions are still there... So am I...
It's the Media stupid, I think it is, so crucial, now the Little Dithering Twirp has backed down on Jamie's xmas present of the Sydney Morning Herald, looks like Rupert has scared him off, the two bookends of politics in Australia, the Royal Families of Oz, there ought to be more guarantees of voices in the media, like in everything, the more, the merrier, and tonite the Head Ghoul of Women's Magazines said there wouldn't be any more long range grainy shots of Celebrity Sex, looks like Kerry must have wanted to be pleased by people who wanted their jobs... Whaddya mean we had to pulp a whole Princess Di Paparazzi edition...
Horrifying scenes of a real tragedy on Our ABC, LandLine, the land clearances continue, I am watching a businessman "Bull" the bush, that huge chain dragged by big bulldozers snake through the trees, whoosh, thump, snap, crumble, nests of millions of creatures gone forever, it drips grass seed out the back, to grow McMurders Burgers, Shhh, don't mention mad-cow disease, Oh yeah he says There's a lot of places I don't want to Bull but if I don't do it someone else will... What threat to the planet, what Bio-Diversity, What will I do for a living otherwise... Jesus it's pathetic, this sort of thing makes me spew...
There was a story of You've Got Buckleys hope of success, this convict had been amongst the Ethnic Clearances Of England, banished and sent to Port Philip Bay, transportation was the English equivalent of a cattle train to Belsen... This bloke escaped into the bush, the colony failed and moved to Tasmania and Buckley wandered most forlorn, until he became a tribal Australian for the next 35 years, and learnt to live with the locals, when the founders of Melbourne arrived Buckley appeared out of the bush, a 6'6" white man dressed in Aboriginal Furs and armed with Spear, Boomerang and Nulla-Nulla, he'd almost forgotten speaking English, he was a unique migrant, sixteen years later he was run down by a horse and cart, the advance of progress...
Here's another talk on the inane vogues of Economic Correctness, it's Donald Horne launching his book The Avenue of The Fair Go, all in the same ruts I've been talking, couched in similar terms, the Holy Marketeers, the fundamentalist madness this Tory Government pushes...
So globalisation is being spat upon, who really wants it, the same, the same, the same, all over, that's all there is, well Me For one doesn't want to be the same as them... They think that by kicking everyone into the local swimming pool, the survivors will be better off, never mind the ones who drown... Seems Donald Horne has become disenchanted with the Economic Correctness, he reckons he too coined Economic Rationalist, he reckons there ought to be a State, like a club of citizens who do things for themselves as a group, intentionally, regardless of the hazards in the Holy Market Playing Fields...
Aha, here's the old Inherit The Wind movie, the bible bashing Evolution From Monkeys conflict, the fundamentalists have proved that theory. At the same time that wonderful woman, Jane Goodall is it, she promotes the case for sparing the chimpanzees from extinction, she speaks so lovingly about the emotions and minds of these last few threatened creatures, how can humans be so conceited to think they're the only ones with feelings, yuck, awful people.
But there was the city for me to get a few things done, the biggest daggiest problems in life now are the inevitable physical breakdowns, obsolescences and expirys, the car Rego is due, I hate cars now, a damned nuisance yet once cars had been so imperative, and a flat tyre, jesus, and then the water bed sprung a leak so that's going out to kill some grass, after riding seven flights of escalators in both David Jones' stores a new mattress has been organised, see how that goes in a futon combination, I have to have some comfort, Houie reckons you're better off on a stone slab...
And another success story with a new zip drive at last, that other one just has to be written off, what a waste, what a victim you are to the vagaries of electronics, there isn't a repair ethic anymore, it's re-consume and big rubbish tips... Got a cheap zip drive from Dick Smith's and it worked straight off, thank bluddy christ, so now there are some back-ups again, what a relief...
The pollies have been rolling on, funny how some decisions that last forever have been made, and are being made, the Airport site threatened was backed off, the acquisition of the Sydney Morning Herald by the Aussie Royals P2 was put off with some chicanery of a trust, the other Aussie Royals M2 had squeezed the Little Dithering Twirp's drip feed when he collapsed, they never take no for an answer, they never bow to the public good, their greed for the gold blinds them of doing anything decent, the right thing is beggar everyone else... Another everlasting stain is the So-Called Liberal idea to put more nuclear threat into the suburbs of Sydney, they want to plonk another reactor in amongst the houses, at the same time officially suppressed radioactive leakage's have blown the It's Safe argument sky high...
The real big issue is the Wicked-Ten-Point-Plan the Little Dithering Twirp has put up, this is the most monstrous unfair, treacherous ethnic cleansing legislation to be introduced into the parliament, and it's the most blatant self-interested corruption of justice in the political history of this country, you'd think they owned the place...
And don't mention Di, my Di tolerance is at half-mast, they saw her ghost in the corner of a portrait of some kingo while waiting to sign the condolence books, seems when the Royals divorce you, it's banishment from existence, so good to be living in a monarchy, gives you so much choice... Can't wait for the funeral, so glad they extended the route, the candle in the wind has become a fire-storm in the hysteria...
Spose it has to be mentioned, this PM's on PM's series of talks got off to a dead start with the Little Dithering Twirp being the first one, it's a cringe to have to endure, but I sort of half listened in, couldn't watch, what a waffle, there was one bit where it got to what was some weird philosophical thing, some series of words with family stuck in there, god he's hopeless... When he touched on the history of Old Parliament House he went on about the Reds-Under-The-Bed-McCarthyism and the Catholic split in the Labor Party, duh? What a wonderful insight to history of the institution of government, he's weird...
Then the Little Dithering Twirp pops up on Our ABC, Seven-Thirty Report with Kerry Body-Blow O'Brien, who was in a not-negotiable mood, the Little Dithering Twirp was non-negotiable, he had a map with the largest percentage of Australia coloured brown saying as how this was what was at stake, and it was non-negotiable, there's gonna be a stir over this... I Can only wish that this will be the Tories last hurrah, if only the country would vote to bury this attitude in government... And then there is the stacking of the Constitutional Convention, the governments appointees, the ones no one has any say about, are being lampooned too, what a farce that is...
Aha, here's the old Inherit The Wind movie, the bible bashing Evolution From Monkeys conflict, the fundamentalists have proved that theory... At the same time that wonderful woman, Jane Goodall is it, she promotes the case for sparing the chimpanzees from extinction, she speaks so lovingly about the emotions and minds of these last few threatened creatures, how can humans be so conceited to think they're the only ones with feelings, yuck, awful people...
Done it, I am so glad these mundane invasions of his world done, the car is registered after another rip-off seat-belt replacement, but the trip to the shops was ok cause it meant another sea-food basket, excellent, you need your fish, even if they are disappearing, like what did they die for if you don't eat them, so good to be a hypocrite and accept it, and a hedonist too, so I am full of contentment, now let's see who's next to inspire...
Just left Houie after dinner with the strains of Wagon Wheels, Clippety-Clop the funeral is on, and on... And on...
Wagon Wheels, Wagon Wheels,
Wagon Wheels Carry Me O-o-on,
Roll Along, Roll Along,
Wagon Wheels Carry Me O-o-o-on,
Wagon Wheels Carry Me Ooooooooooooooooooooooon.
He spent half time trying to guess who it was, she's to become the Lady In The Lake too, a shrine is born... I Can't concentrate, the morphic resonance of reason that permeates the world's mind has been thrown into chaos by the biggest funeral ever held on this Planet, or in this Galaxy, or ever in the History of the Universe, so it's big...
So with all this Churchy Organ music, very touching piece it was, there on Telly is the Famous Failed Marriage for all the world to see, and the thing is, she's not through yet, she ain't no frail butterfly, she struck a chord, spose... But But But But...
Another Our ABC, Life Matters topic, another one I had already decided too, the Placebo Effect, the belief you can feel better and get yourself well, it's been shown statistically to be there, once when I was sick, I refused the Dr's advice, I took the time to let myself recover and I did, there was a feeling of well-being you could get from being so absolutely comfortable, like you were floating, that you could feel a warm glow go through you, the more you got like that the better you felt, after just three weeks once, and another time took a few months, eventually the glow works, like you get on a bike, afterwards, along with the pain, there's the glow...
As well they were talking about the Male Power Pole, businesses have these mongrel men climb up and claim the top jobs, but that's all they're good for, climbing over other people's backs, the winning criteria is how badly you neglect your family with the 60hr week, the power poles are full of duds clinging on, with all these other dud's snapping at their heels, they come down to play golf of course... That was with Eva Cox, she's a little beauty is Eva...
Scam upon scam, now the mongrel ones up the top of the Superannuation Funds are dipping into the honey pot, so many people do the right things with money all their lives to have these Men Managers do the skip... That's one end of the rip-offs, the other scam story had a poor bloke telling his deflating story of male impotence, the needles and treatments and test trials, he ended up re-invoicing the Male Impotence Industry for the deficiencies, he was left hard up... They say the Voluntary Self Regulations of business ethics has to be enforced, Duh?
Had such a good time with Houie lately, I was doing the two big Deities, Di and Theresa, cause the real history does neither one much credit, but at the same time the urban myths drown out the realities, but those fans out there don't wanna know, and then the fund that carries Di's name, it's a sink for the money that wasn't thrown at the florists, 200 million quid in just 4 days, come to think of I could do with some charity, like with Houie it was one of those, Look at all they've done for us, sessions, There's Ummm...
Had a hiatus, stopped writing, unusual for me, it was coming to terms with being who we are, the Cave Hermit Striker, there's a horse called Striker which still hauls a stationary delivery cart around the city, being so far from the mainstream perceptions, or the ones who allow the perceptions to go unchallenged, the hypocrites, at any rate, the reconsidering brought up other things that preoccupied us, 'twas fun to go over some of the talks about the truth of the matter... ...
The Gospel Truth, 'twas on Our ABC, Lateline with Maxine ruling the roost, there's a Bishop Thong who reckons the Current Public Opinion wont buy all those superstitious religious claims, given Western Life and their experiences in the modern world, whereas this other Bible Thumper Bishop on the show really did say such stupid things to make the case against himself, see you can't tell people to teach things which they don't believe themselves, a fatal flaw in religions, and this show is pointing it out...
They got some complaint about having a religion set apart physically and some xtian thing which invades the mind, like the they say the religion is the church buildings, and you can buy and sell and build them, but you can't fiddle about with that book to control the mind, still always the same old book, so when they point out it's all basically interpreted wrong, this imaginary benevolence, it takes it all away, the world of mystery and magic of long ago, has for the most part, been explained by scientific consensus...
It's pretty easy to knock over the miracle stories now, but you can't when they still just want to believe them, it's beautifully simplistic for a chaotic mind with too many things to do, to go deep, and wonder about it, so it floats around up there with Princesses and symbols of Mothers, even when they don't have babies themselves, but make other women have babies they don't want...
Back to the xtian struggle, ha, what a joke this is, here's Bishop Thong making them look stupid, and then in rebuttal they sink in the shit, dear oh dear, what an embarrassment they are, they chuck the Five Loaves For Five Thousand, the Virgin Birth, the Paddling About With All Those Poor Fish, Oh dear and The Resurrection, who saw what where? This is where the stories get embellished...
Thong reckons three hundred years after the event the literalists got hold of it and did a bit of black letter law, look at the damage they did, it's like the human race was injected with this poison, like a virus went through the mind at the time, a sickness that spreads in generations and replicates itself...
Ah, that's better, Irish Stew and Toast... And the Scottish vote for devolution is on, they can finally get back their identity, instead of being identified with an embarrassing England... An amicable divorce sounds good, just make sure they pay you the maintenance or you take out an AVO on them, Aggravated Violence Order that is, all the way up to land clearances and genocide, lot of skeletons in those closets...
So the idea is that I want to replicate is caring and understanding and then caring with understanding, that's all... Lost it... It's pandering to the huge lie... They must meet and there's a tacit Do you pretend to believe in the big lie? Yes, I believe I'm under their control... Brilliant...
When you believe someone else you reinforce your understanding, a more certain picture of your own universe, every piece of explanation you agree with, what fits in with your own understanding, every thought that rings true is so sweet, Aha, a certainty, that builds up your belief in your own picture of the universe, makes you understand a little more, those thoughts replicate themselves, the true ones will spread, you read it here first... Ha... It's lonely being the atheist but someone's got to do it... Oh dear, this is fun, I have taken it upon myself to address a topic, shit... What a damned rod for your own back... There goes the last of the Tequila, there's the Celtic music wailing, jesus...
There's the Replicator story, where you have a young naïve person told a story which must be passed on to your children, and they must tell it and so it grows like a virus, even though science has disproved it, it persists... Pretty stupid eh... Say you give someone an idea and an instruction to pass on the idea or you go to hell, that would be an inducement to spread it... And there's the misappropriated inducements of the grandeur and architecture and the wonderful music, all they had to do was add silly words, sing it in stained glass windowed cathedrals, with the glowing sunlight, they had stick and carrot inducements, still do eh, for some...
What I would like to hear more of is the music and art and culture that is inspired by the story of the Universe, the fiery powerful birth and expansion, the arrival of the forces, the nature of matter, the magic of molecules, the swirling new worlds, the replicating genes, the long symphony of evolution, the clatter of history, the sweet fleeting flirt of life, there's some inspirational ideas in that, play that in a cathedral of trees with a clean river and forest of food, and there's the truth of it all as well, no doubt...
Once you give away all that religion worry, there isn't another one needed to fill that hole, it's like Santa Claus, you mature out of it, you wise up, you can make believe in some other replacement myth, there's plenty of them, but nothing is as good as the truth consensus, you just have to cope with not knowing something profound, about the beginning, what was there before the instant, and the end what about the big crunch, or the recycling, there's still so much you can be sure of and understand, the greatest minds are battling with the unknown, they're the ones to watch, not some silly old superstitions, perpetuated unthinkingly, what a bore they are...
The most interesting thing in life is pursuing the big question, getting inside your head before you die, as complete a picture of the Universe in which you live, as complete as possible, a good model, a temporary thing, you are going to die, but to spend your time understanding the small amount of life you have, and why you're there, it becomes fulfilling, whether it would be a better world, you would hope, well it would be a truer world, less ready to fight, cause much of the motivation to fight would be gone, more fulfilled with a proper understanding, than the doubts and embarrassments of a superstitious understanding, that Religious Meme though still persists, what a pity, what a depressing prospect...
I don't miss religion, freedom from religion is a wonderful thing, the real inspirational feelings from the true history beat the hell out of the superstitious drivel, poor old scriptures, the scholars have pulled them to pieces, they were stories written for effect, and what an effect...
For me there was nothing before I was born nor will be when I'm dead, just a short time in the sun, being conscious of it all, making the most of the marvelous event, the two half eggs replicating with specialising progress, and there you are, tune in to the world of ideas store them away, add and subtract, look at it all before you forget and then Pfhhhhhht, gone, out the window, out of the light, back to black, that's it, was good while it lasted...
So to brighten things up, keep looking for the latest confirmations, every one you get feels good, every nail in the old superstitions becomes a glee, and you follow a path to understanding, as much as you can, in my case it's as much as he can be bothered to understand, but that's wot's so amusing... The battle between the Science Meme and the Religious Meme, which one will save the planet, a complete understanding or a dogma, ha...
There's a spirit in me too about a Celtic heritage, some inexplicable feeling for something profound in your life continuing on from generation to generation past,
I can see
the little homestead on the hill...
I am dreaming of the mountains of my home,
Of the mountains of my childhood I would roam,
I have dwelt 'neath Southern Skies,
Where the summer ever dies,
But my heart is in the mountains of my home.
Bryan Terfyl...
Oh my, this stir-fry, wow, almost good enough to eat, got so sidetracked, these replication ideas, look at the Di phenomenon, one story of one person and it's blown out into an epic, the conspiracy theories about that too, watch how I'm not going to believe she's dead till I see the pictures, catches on...
Pictures, I Saw the front-page picture of the Little Dithering Twirp with Chesty Bond, that movie Twins looms, the world is upside down with the tariff war, Eco-rats say drop the tariffs, bleeding heart intellectuals say put the tariffs up, I reckon it's got a lot to do with unionised labour competition, a $20 shirt in a unionised Australia and $1.80 shirt in an un-unionised Asia, a 1000% tariff? Why pick on tariffs, pick on labour rates, standards of living, make that the Level Playing Field... So don't buy anything off them till they put their wages up, ha... Pity they can't run two systems, a basic economy to live in and a bells and whistles economy to regulate the harm out of...
History of industrialisation had unions spread the common wealth around, cause they had the workers interest at their heart of the ideology, what's the good if everyone drops the tariffs, but they don't raise the human rights, Europe seems to be pushing free press, free trade unions for trade... This tariff thing is a smoke screen publicity thing for the simplistic bleating... But now the Tories are putting some tariffs up, the Farmers want Free Trade, and Labor wants more Protection, Pauline wants love and adoration... I want to be king still, but tea-boy is a good place to start from, good to have to fall back on...
A complete effrontery to justice, that poor Maori Warrior who did the whole Capitalist World a service by remodeling the America's Cup with a sledge hammer, a most improved version to My mind, that poor man has been sentenced to two years in jail, cripes he ought to be given a medal, a Royal funeral, there ought to be an ocean of flowers sent to the jail, it's so tragic, he meant so well, it's just not fair...
Took myself up and down through the aisles, wasn't going to get so much, ha, and then the occasional give-ways, and waiting for the little checkout girl. who had just finished her Tafe course, and wasn't looking for another job yet and then she had meat phobia when something from the butchers spilt on her hand, she had to get a homicidal spray and wipe everything down, amazin'...
The liquor store girls had crossed Mead off the inventory list, they laughed to have found the only customer for it, It's special isn't it, they said, It's made from honey, says I, so they were pleased spose for anything to happen in their working lives, what a sad dull life it is, hanging about working in a supermarket, has a cemetery effect, ended up with another seafood basket, so much so good, enough to fill a black hole...
Yes, the Black Hole mystery, a pit full of unknowns, I like to think of the Universe as a huge living thing, this life here is within it, what's outside christ knows, I can press my nose up against an imaginary edge of the Universe but who knows what's there, maybe the edge of another Universe, then what is beyond the last universe, dunno, it's nothing as far as you can tell, and then the big expansion, and then the gravity wells, the swirls of galaxies, and those black holes, I think of them as seeds for the next one, the tickets for the next ride...
So I reckon the Universe is born, grows, collapses, and dies, all to do with Gravity, it obeys Gravity, and all the atoms in Earth came from our Supa-Nova-Mama, leaving behind her death our own black hole still out there, unseen, black holes are a whole lot of gravity squeezing the life, and time, and space, out of the universe, pinched down into black pearls, seeds for, genes for, the rebirth, just speculation, all's we really know is this Universe was born and produced this level of understanding so far, nothing more or less, but it's fun to speculate and hope a tap on the shoulder one day, that big riddle, to have solved it, leaves you forever curious...
I love all that Universal Mystery stuff, out of all the things in our presence, what's the most curious, I would have to say it's cosmic, and black holes are really so unreal, the equations stop working, something else unknown describes those un-things... Heavy...
Another perfect El Nino day, Ultra-Violently sunny and clear thanks to consumers of the chemical industry, no insects chirping, nothing for the birds to eat, hardly any birds at all actually, the silent spring, poor old Rachel Carson, she died from DDT, spose we'll all die from some human invention soon.
Dr Helen Caldicott was trumpeting about the Cassini probe out to Saturn or Uranus? It gets sling shotted past Venus twice and a final fling from Earth in 1999 to arrive in 2004, it contains Plutonium, radioactive poison at the most potent, so we have to Hope, that's all Hope, that it doesn't pollute the Earth from mistake, or for that matter pollute Venus or some other planets, pollute the Universe, she doesn't like taking such risks, isn't there something grotesque about sending a deadly poisonous arrow out into space, it cometh down we know not where, not in my backyard, thanks.
But Cassini is going to shoot a probe down onto Titan, the very possibly similar object to Earth, what a fascination to know how Titan works, so is the risk worth it, risking the mortal for the immortal, oh well back to the music, and the fishing shows, Awww, Look at the size of this one, must be the mother of 'em all.
Lissening in to Our ABC, Science Show, Earth-Alive from the Australian Museum, Tim Flannery again made the political point, he ought to be Prime Minister, where some good scientific minds are pointing out the bio-diversity problems, how the Long-Footed Potaroo spreads his favourite truffle fungus around forests, his poo is crucial to the forests, but the show is full of the Greeny Ethics, and stories, the sewerage pipes would stretch to Uranus, where are all the little fishing villages, where are all the little farms, where is all the pretty scenery, where has all the wildlife gone, where can tourists go to get away from it all, and these scientists have trouble getting their message across, it is crucial to keep the perceptions focused properly, the media is privatised opinion for the most part, thus here am I doing my bit for Bio-Logical-Diversity, in a Diverse way...
Earlier on Quenton Dempster had a bloke Petty was it, making the case for keeping the Power Industry monopolised in Public Hands, he was convincing and rang all the alarm bells about ill-conceived short term bail-outs and foregoing the power of Power off into the future, they keep using this word self-regulating, as if they'd do what they were told, no responsibility, privatisation is the greatest rip-off of all time, tax-payer assets handed over to rich people to down-size and suck, there's a madness roaming about in the Realms, the rich are getting richer, the poor are getting poorer, that's a statistic you can be sure of...
They look at North Korea and point, while they are hard at it, starving for communism, while the rest are starving for Capitalism, and now China has fallen for it, Privatisation of China... Goodbye Earth, Goodbye Sky... Who was that Major Tom? To Earth Control, put the bluddy brakes on... Ha...
They must be saying in China, Well let's see now, we haven't had a famine for a while, so we'll dam the Yangste and Privatise, that oughta do it... They'll end up getting democracy jammed down their throats, if they're too careful about profits, they'll get a big What about us? Question asked... Famine, the economical rational way to downsize China...
The spending climate in the So-Called Liberal Australia is on the rocks, bewilderment reigns supreme, the Little Bewildering Twirp at the helm, can he see over the dashboard, right when you want vision and leadership there's this little squeaky dud, the Little Bewildering Short-Sighted Twirp... The people have put the clamps on their wallets and purses, they have no faith in the mad Eco-Rat world, the Little Dithering Twirp is praying for rain in the employment drought, the Big End of Town, Amanda is gonna take the fall for it, it's all set up, don't you worry about that...
Another perfect El Nino day, Ultra-Violently sunny and clear thanks to consumers of the chemical industry, no insects chirping, nothing for the birds to eat, hardly any birds at all actually, the silent spring, poor old Rachel Carson, she died from DDT, spose we'll all die from some human invention soon...
Dr Helen Caldicott was trumpeting about the Cassini probe out to Saturn or Uranus? It gets sling shotted past Venus twice and a final fling from Earth in 1999 to arrive in 2004, it contains Plutonium, radioactive poison at the most potent, so we have to Hope, that's all Hope, that it doesn't pollute the Earth from mistake, or for that matter pollute Venus or some other planets, pollute the Universe, she doesn't like taking such risks, isn't there something grotesque about sending a deadly poisonous arrow out into space, it cometh down we know not where, not in my backyard, thanks...
But Cassini is going to shoot a probe down onto Titan, the very possibly similar object to Earth, what a fascination to know how Titan works, so is the risk worth it, risking the mortal for the immortal, oh well back to the music, and the fishing shows, Awww, Look at the size of this one, must be the mother of 'em all...
Oh well, all your worries are over as from next month, the Gun-Buy-Back is almost over, ask the victims of the next massacre how they feel about that redistribution of urban wealth into the coffers of smart operators, was it a cynical opportunist response by an opinion poll driven Little Dithering Twirp?
Ah gees, poor me has been hit with all these ecological disaster stories lately, spose it's always thus nowadays though, there was another one about the Nature's Fury, storms over the burbs, they had to collect all the dangerous chemicals out of the wreckage before they could Doze it... Made me think about all the chemicals laying about the house and all, it's there alright...
The Epitome of the perpetual drag, so find the black holes and edit them and colour them green and build it up, why not, the seed of an idea, why waste it, more truth, having a good time with this, you're never gonna forgive yourself Me, you've done the unforgiven, never free, Never make a little you...
Jesus christ, I've been told he's cryptic, now how can you make that seem to mean other things, anyway it's not cryptic, it's fiction, in fantasy-land you can point the finger and ask the question, Terry Pratchett had his hatchet too, the Fool, I used to love the Fool... Didn't he end up on the throne and married Magrat? I need a Magrat... The results of Berri-Dale taste-testing...
Such a pity I couldn't make it to the Planet Hollywood opening in Melbourne, this celebrity thing, spose you just have to live up to your image, and reflect on that, seriously, but now it's stir-fry time... Sly Stallion Stalone meets Melbourne, how much can a koala bear...
Gaelic Football on multicultural television, where Kerry is playing Caven, a level scoring match, a round ball game, the origin of Aussie Rules you'd expect, the difference is the size of the blokes playing, like it looks like the Aussies must all take Steroids, someone did get pinged for it last week, these fellas are a more normal build, it's a good game there's the bounce when you run and no marks? Just keep going, so the lighter and fitter can have an advantage, but there are shoulder charges to bump your way through, only seen one goal, most of it's over the bar stuff, a point, finally a Kerry goal, have to adopt the Green and Gold, those colours appeal, it's the Aussie connection, and what a crowd, hey you can kick it to yourself too, Ciarrai is Kerry, Ah 'tis for a place in the final, and Kerry are there, have to watch... Mayo and Offaly, another semi, hey they're green and white and gold, I'll have them... Offaly, cripes they wuz done, and tomorrow morning is the Hurley, would love to see that...
What a disappointment, if only I had known, A Festival of The Dreaming by the Aboriginal Community down on the Opera House Steps, these Tribal Night-time spectaculars, they have big stilted dancers on billowing legs and a lot of smoke and fire, that's the sort of lift for the spirit, and they can really thump out some music...
And then on Our ABC, Rachel this time did the Druidry and the story of it's diminishing under xtian pressure, was a good lot of people they had speak, but then some of the mysterious secret to be told by firelight, I reckon all earlier history was superstitious, and embellished, it was the entertainment for christ's sake, cause they didn't know what we know, but they were fabulous the old Druids, the Cosmic ReCyclers, I am another one. To know your destiny is the first step in changing it.
There's a show on SBS Ethnic Broadcasting saying as how it's best to marry someone who lives as far away from where you were born as possible to reduce the incidence of genetic problems... This bloke reckons it's the genetic combination to provide the best mind that's crucial, that's why there's such a desire to spread your genes with people so different, a good idea, more capabilities from the diversity... My theme, one of 'em...
Now Yanni is on, with all these strangely beautiful women playing instruments in a grandly mesmerising way, it's good up loud... Any one would think the orchestra was picked for how good they looked as for how good they play, they're all so handsome, aren't we all though... Didn't Yanni pinch the music from some commercial... Ah, 'twas beautiful never the less...
There was another welfare handout by the Little Flat Tack today, but I don't mind, the poor sods farming, if only they'd put it back the way it was, stupid this European Farming in this dry unforgiving land... Looks like rain tomorrow...
On the Our ABC, Talkback, there's a bloke saying you can have an Employment Buffer Stock, in an economic downturn you provide work in the public sector, infrastructure, land care and such, and when things turn up they can postpone that work, and the Private Sector can attract the workers needed from the Employment Buffer Stock, by higher wages, it's simply impressive... So from cradle to grave there's always a job for you in the Public Sector, there that solves everything...
And where's the Superannuation Money going, the voice with the challenge is Peter Martin, he puts a fresh argument on the economy, he's on about the mood of the people, how insecurity is in vogue, but isn't factored into the models, how do models presume there will be depression when you threaten peoples livelihoods, only Eco-Presumptions in, only Eco-Presumptions out, never mind about what people will think, the Eco-Rats model says this interest rate cut will provide for huge spending, but the Tory Slashing of jobs and public sector downsizing has scared the flock, competition warfare has changed the flock's mind about spending, trouble is with Tory Economic Rationalists, they're stupid... Wish they'd use their big stick attitude on themselves...
Just got some details on the Farm Subsidy stuff, looks like they want to downsize all the little farms too, they should put strings on being farmers, they should receive subsidy by following Scientific Regulations with Environmental Protection reigning supreme, and the farmers livelihood made up to make it viable, that's best for all, meanwhile they played the sounds of a country women's tea party to discuss the So-Called Liberal Policy for Squatocracy Welfare...
Hope you all brought your own water, we've run out...
Oh so have we, have had to boil everything we drink and it tastes awful, now how do you get your $500,000 to piss off, where do I sign...
So Jeff's wife laughed when they asked her about his small business philosophy, she ran the whole thing, she was the boss, did the business he was a pain in the arse she reckons, doing marketing of himself, she felt neglected when she had to look after the kids, while he was out climbing power poles...
The other night Roy and HG had Noel Pearson on and he's a luvly bloke, he's got that sense of humour and a bit of a giggler, he sets a good example for everyone, be a good idea for Pauline to get to know Noel, to her Noel Pearson, he's one of Them, and to Them it's Look, I don't want to have to be bothered with you... Noel Pearson said Paul Keating told him to forget joining Labor, 'twould be better to strike out as another voice...
Well what can I read into the Literacy Debate, that Tory Evangelism is showing, so they say look at these kids, they can't read, so the funding will be cut to punish them, seems other people say this generation has the best literacy standard, and the older generation's literacy standards were worse, seems to me there's an element of kids stuck to the tube too much anyway, but the Tory Zeal is showing, the Strict Headmaster is wielding the cane again... And they had that un-Kempt Minister on 60-Mins-Less-Commercials too, the crusaders are on the way, but the Teachers Union told him to lay off putting the boot in, and to put some resources into the classrooms, do you spose they're trying to scare the kids into private school indoctrinators, do a quick brainwash, it's a conspiracy theory by those Born Agains up the back in the Lyon's Forum, another dose of Tory Madness seeps out...
Well they had me shaking my head in disbelief today, on Our ABC, The Country Hour they played some Queensland xtian Farmers, giving thanks to god for their troubles and singing Bringing in the Sheep, and claiming that their heritage was 100 years old, big deal, a mere blink, never mind the ageless evolutionary life in place before they shot and chopped their way in, killed the lot off, environmental genocide, with their crazy European sheep, land maggots that ripped the life out of their promised land and turned it into desert, they're praying for rains now, and bleating to their crazy god about blessing the fleece, in this day and age, with all the science, unbelievable... That xtian sheep farming of this continent is the root of all evil... Seems to me that Mother Nature is telling them to piss off and take their sheep with them...
The opening of NSW Parliament was done with pageantry and pomp, seems to have horrified the gallery, they called out the Cavalry, and the Police Band played Send In The Clowns, gosh...
While the rest of the world goes by there's another industrial war breaking out in the Mines and on the Wharves, this Tory ideological war against Unions is being picked, they're looking for a fight, they have this silly idea that they can tough it out against the Australian Unionists, they send trains and trucks through pickets lines, they have scabs employed, they have police ordering the picketers about, they have launched legal actions to sue the Unionists, they claim they're losing tens of millions in doing so, so it's all principle interest, where's the concern for the jobs involved... That Freeport mine pops up in all these smashing organised labour disputes...
The Clown Wreath is such a twisted soul, he knows he's being evil against the workers, but keeps on flailing about as one of the Owners Hatchet-Men, he's heading for oblivion... This So-Called Liberal Government is the worse experience Australia has ever had, and it's going to get worse, god forbid... The worst reputation overseas, the worst record on education, the worst on health, the worst on employment, the worst on scaring the wits out of the whole community, who's happy with them? Let's see, private health got a bucketful of dollars, some farmers might, the idiots who sold their guns might have, the rich still want their income tax cuts with the Little Preposterous Tax on the Battler's Consumption, jesus christ, they're a can of worms, the only people happy with them are idiots, I am sick of these drongos, could just spew, but instead will go and make some supper...
The Little Greenhouse Gaseous Twit is over at the South Pacific Forum to explain the Tories Coal Exporting theories, to give Global Warming swimming lessons for the Island States about to go under, spose, while back home his Clown Wreath, Minister for Wharfie War, is saying their Workplace Relations Policy is not meant to kill off the Unions, he's been off polishing his barrel too much... And I would have thought the Little In Over His Head Twirp would be worried about being cast adrift on the El Nino, let's see, who would save him, who's his only friend in the whole world, that overseas trip, like a long Flying High movie, who would save him, Ummm... Newt Gingrich, he splashes about all over the place too, still drowning though...
This Tony Honey-Mooning Blair and the New Labour, and the devolution vote in Scotland and beloved Wales, and the IRA Peace Talks breaking out in Ireland, The Celtic Tigers are purring it seems, a modern diversity approach to the politics of Europe, Trade with Human Rights and Common Standards among a smorgasbord of peoples, the demise of the Nazi at last, freedom from foreign rule, ideological as maybe, but a gleam of hope from the Hearts of the Left...
They were saying how the Web Community aspect would be joined by these Tell-Me-What-I-Want-To-Hear sites, that was the idea I had always expected to become the vogue, you point and click all the things you want from a site and they arrive, it's like you filter out the things you want, like I would like to be informed of all the Protests and Pickets, ha, just love going to protests, that's the only good thing this So-Called Liberal cabal has done, promote protest...
But the really pertinent image I reckon, to flash around the world was the Smokey Cities of Asia, on fire, drought stricken, late monsoons, starvation looming, it's a shock, these tropical Rain Forests, the Paradise of Exotic Life, now it's dying, burning and destroyed, it's like something out of Tolkein, the Dark Clouds Of Despair Seep Across The Landscape And Leave It Desolate, if this isn't a sign from Mother Nature, then I aren't a monkeys uncle... Or something Ha...
Wonder what they're eating over at the Pacific Forum, the Little Ostracised Twit is being feted from afar, maybe some scraps off the table would be appropriate, throw him a bone to take home to Dog, he's been given lots of personal space, he stinks of coal gas, spose, Paul Keating would work the room, this guy walks his bodyguard, a wound up walk at that, makes that Joker Grin all the more twisted when he carries on that crazy false happiness, who does he think he's kidding, what a jerk... Reminds me of the Pig in the Pit feasts up there on Hayman Island, Mmmm, those were the days...
The influence of the media on kids, always a worry, such a terrible development now, it seems the Princess Di Demise has them playing funerals, and quoting Don't Drink and Drive, Don't Speed in a Car, Don't leave your seat-belt unfastened, these tots are Pre-Schoolers watching the box, so what else do they see... Madness, if you'd ask me but no one ever does... Ha...
Way back before Place-Your-Bets-Jeff ran the Game in Victoria there's wasn't a Poker Machine for CooEee, they had to take bus trips over the border to lose their money in New South Wales, but now there's a Slot Machine Fever, they're everywhere, and the poor ladies of the Burbs are sucked in, bored, alone, downsized and dispirited, they are drawn to the nice safe secure Casinos, a cheap meal for $5.50 turns into $55.50, never mind the groceries, she'll win the meat tray raffle, that'll feed the kids, so here goes the shopping money again, and don't worry, the bank will extend the credit limit, clunk-clunk-clunk... Any jingle-jingle-jingle? Thanks a lot Jeff...
And now Australia has a New Foreign Policy on White Paper even, wow, from integrating and joining in and raising standards by setting examples, now this So-Called Liberal government's attitude is Stuff you lot, take what we've got and we'll look the other way about your human rights and living standards...
And right now up at the Pacific Forum with that lot, they're chatting amongst themselves, whispers apart from those Little Tory Ears, Paul Keating never had them quarreling, he brought a higher level of statesmanship, even Indonesia is apologising for the smoke, and Malaysia is blaming every foreign devil, and China is saying the rich are taking over, and New Guinea is saying help, and we've got a career So-Called Liberal political child sprouting nonsense, somehow Alexander looks better dressed differently, does he have a gollywog somewhere in his background...
A couple of phone calls and the Great Wharfie War was called off, someone who owned the boat called the FreePorters and said he didn't want his boat involved in a long strike or else, and the word came down it wasn't worth it, so the Wreath of War had no one to ponce on about, after saying Not to let arbitration handle it, he wanted them to fight it out, makes you wonder about that bloke, Libby brought the best out in him, he looks better covered in Lippy, what is it with these So-Called Liberal Ministers of the Crown, a bit of a wonky Crown at that, fancy voting for monarchists, it's so perverse, do they see themselves going the other way, makes me wonder, but that's enough...
Ok all you young people who want to work on the land, put your hands up, come on there must be someone, nope who wants to work on the land, the Land Care groups are dying from disinterest and old age is withering them, the youngsters have eyes averted elsewhere, down probably...
Oh wow, the Welsh got a YES, a fine edge, my goodness, well that makes this New South Welshman feel better, and this baked dinner, oh my, very tasty, well done, to a crisp, all's you need now is a fifty word statement as to why you want to be at the Republican Convention you get an illiterates delight, fifty words how about If England goes to war we're obliged to attend but otherwise we can't come to the party, and if we're at war they don't come... This is the phone book style election by mail which wont be fixed and is against the Aussie Principle of Compulsory Voting, you have to vote, except for this junk mail method...
A Cultural Experience out in the drought ridden dry desert, an orchestra and voices, on an island, in a lake, in a gorge, beneath towering cliffs, under a desert sky, with the setting sun, just a short 1.5 k walk out from town, it's a unique-unique-unique experience-experience-experience, to hear the echoing sounds-sounds-sounds in this marvelously unique place-place-place... And the torrential downpour out of the blue to turn the track to mud wont matter much, cept for those who bought $2500 packages which didn't include rain...
Talking of water, I saw a kingfisher down there today, bright blue at the front and wing tips, flashing along 1m above the water surface, dirty water too, just a little rain, then there was a duck, those luvly green necked things with eyes on the wings, so many camouflages have faces, just two small crabs, the mangroves just don't look right, too shiny, good to still be amongst it down there...
Should keep an eye on the magnificent scientist Ian Plimer, the Champion Geologist, he's courageously challenging the law in the courts for justice and commonsense, he's going to shame them, or is he, they black lettered him last time, the poor man has invested his home and all his wealth into this crusade, our crusade, the Geologist challenged the Creationist and the Lawyers pocketed the Cash, Ian Plimer won his self respect, and my respect, well these big time lawyers don't expect any respect next time, there's Chief High Court Justice Brennan down there lecturing that Limp Attourney General with the So-Called Liberal bent, to do his duty, 'tis a joke...
One good thing about religion is it keeps them busy arguing interminably reinterpreting the Word to get it to fit what they want personally to say, it keeps them out of trouble maybe, god forbid...
The afternoon drizzle had Houie And I sitting on the back verandah sorting things out in unintelligible mock outrage about... Just about everything, and here were all the Our ABC, Capital City stories, I was choking over Mad Mike as per usual, the big spit comes now when he gives these poor young journalists covering Politics a dose each of Mad Mikes Journalistic Bombastic Harassment Sessions, and yesterday he astonished me as to him thinking he could be the third stooge for Roy and HG, Duh? The difference is Roy and HG are funny, apart from their carpeting...
Looks like the Police Shooting Policy has changed, now they shoot your balls off, bloke has a groin injury, argued with the cops, bang, ding-ding...
There was a Celtic Rumble of Thunder out there today, dark clouds with breaks for some heavenly light, a good opportunity to scoff at god and dare lightening, Houie loves to tempt fate, last time the house across the road got struck, Ha Missed... So lucky with the weather here, although one day Mother Nature will engulf us too, spose... Gaia has a flushing mechanism, for infections, in it's veins and capillaries... But the main thing about the weather is the impact on the Festival of the Boot, a beautiful day in Melbourne for the big Public-Tram-Transported crowd down in the MCG, would have liked to ride past on the Yarra Bike Path...
The Media Giants split the Sydney Game of Rugby League, the tribal hordes evaporated, they tried to buy and sell allegiances, no one bought it, doesn't rate, was a good game once, all that dodging and weaving, but now the Aussie Rules Rules The Roost, and they don't have Hooligan Wars in the crowds, it's still got it's tradition too, somehow they got a team in each city, was like wrenching teeth, it survived but Rugby League died, merchandising maniacs with all their logos and hype, big money, spose it provided an opportunity for the Cheer Squads, Cheer Leaders, where would we be without them, the Victim is a Cheer Leader...
Well the Spectacle of the Boot took me over for a while there, an exciting game where the Adelaide Crows came from behind to win 93-91 by 2... Whereas a huge crowd screamed down in Melbourne, the Privatised crowd in Sydney wasn't buying, a lot of empty seats in that stupid stadium, was a time when a grandstand kept you out of the sun and rain, like the Ladies Stand on the SCG, a big cool verandah feeling, that wonky roof waffling about on the SFS amounts to wearing a baseball hat backwards, if ya ask Me, and no ever does o' course... Wonder what they do in Perth...
Chatting with this bloke who turned out to be a tourist information man, worked down the Quay in one of those booths, and was on the consumer side of politics, believed in privatisation till it struck home, he took my jibes with good humour, he was off to a wine tasting, no connoisseur though, planned to run away to Tassie one day... Found out so much, but he was from over the chasm, he kept looking at the No Racism badge and sort of flinched...
A coke from the old kiosk in the Sydney Hospital, the two old dears had a Protest Pamphlet and wondered about the weather, Perfect for a walk in the rain, and then the bloke at the Hospital Gates, It's been Canceled he says, and collared most people, but they went through anyway, the Domain was wet and soggy, a congregation formed under those wonderful old fig trees, the buttressed trunks, the Green Left Weekly girls told me all about it, so good to see these young voices committed to politics...
The Prime Mover backed in to take the Demountable Stage away, more people crowded around and passed on the cancellation news, there was a Pommy woman who watched all the murder mysteries, she identified with Miss Marple it seems, and read all the women mystery authors, I preferred Murder Most Horrid but she'd never heard of it, and she had also read all of Pratchett and she loved it......
It's off ya know, and I was stopped by two women parked, they had that rapport, Do you want a banana Luv? Ended up in the back seat eating Macadamia Nuts and fruit, and doing the whole scene of this tragic So-Called Liberal Government, it was a giggle, one was a History Professor, Veronica, a real brain, and the other one was Maddi, a brain as well, they were like everyone I met, in some sort of group, a local circle of friends, and were all meeting someone, that's the way it works, but the politics were like I had been saying, they knew the High Court situation, the Leases, the Stolen Kids, were like old friends in no time...
It was interrupted when an old gear crunching, car crunching, lady, a Mormon or some religion with a W? She tried to park impossibly right behind, should have been on Funniest Home Movies... She had a ding on every corner and prepared for more... I moved on to the Library, and dawdled round the block... Saw the same people again and this time they all smiled and waved...
So joined the crowd, hundreds now even though it was canceled, there was Kate down from Byron Bay, I signed her petition and talked about the Nimbin Harvest Festival, these people are so nice and well meaning, and friendly, a young bloke beside me unfurls this thing, What, didja bring a tent? And he spread out this banner, he'd just finished it, a big eye, and a word Bolwarra, was native for Open Eyes, he had some local Shire Group to meet up with too...
Then I was spotted, and with his sister and her husband spent a few hours in the Art Gallery, was good casting opinions upon all, makes such a difference to come from the same point of view, well almost... Thing was there was hardly a contradiction all day, and those aboriginal paintings, dot-dot-dot, I wouldn't mind a bright colourful vest with that design, it's very eye catching, some of the Art Gallery was devoted to that Indigenous Art, it's order out of chaos... And the Oriental Rooms were excellent, that ancient Chinese flavour captures me every time...
But all over Aussie there were protests against the Wicked Ten Point Plan, and I get the feeling that a ground-swell of indignant feeling is spreading about the Little Bully Boy Twirp, I was saying how the pendulum swings in public perceptions, what they can take for granted will be changed, the political correctness man hole cover was pushed aside for awhile, let out these bad smells, but it can be pushed shut again when the good people have their rightful say, and they were saying it there today...
Now that the little empires are tottering in Asia, the wobblies have struck their currency, and George Suros has been swept into the equation, so Mahatir says the currency speculators are sinners, and George Suros says there's no media freedom, so these set up closed off economies without criticism makes themselves vulnerable, who's speaking the truth when only those with a finger in the pie can talk, no media freedom, no trade union...
There was another story about a slave girl, this young thing was sold off to a family with two daughters, the slave girl has to do everything for them, dress them, wash them, cook, clean, sleep outside, cop a beating, get slapped by the girls, a regular slave, one meal a day, now a Slave Girl Union sounds like a good idea, meanwhile the Clown Wreath the Minister for Slavery is doing his darndest to flame up a war on Unions, now he wants the Owners to sue the slaves for everything they've got, didn't he do history, is he history already...
Here's Sally Neighbour's Our ABC, Four Corners done on Jeff's Culture down in beloved Melbourne, the secrecy and deals and influence pedaling, same old shit, as if what he does out in the open is bad enough, spose they have themselves as a celebrity, but you see some celebrities have an aura of respectful love, like the Dalai Lama, how does Jeff compare, eh, but with Jeffery it's a fear, swanning about like a show pony, doing deals making things happen, it's a different form of persuasion, unconvincing, cause it's all threat, that's not acceptable, he's really a slick Joe, an oily slick Joe, Don't you worry about that...
When they add all the sums up in Victoria, they come out no better off, but what about the things they've lost, the schools and hospitals and services and jobs, and their pre-gambling living standards, plus beloved Albert Park, and all those other stupid threats of hotels on sacred sites, then the Power Generation Assets, and those Jobs, and Community, all thrown away, and he has the hide to threaten the Beloved Trams, and I hope to christ they buggar up the next Grand Stupid Spree in Albert Park, ah that feels better...
More images coming in from Hazy Asia, wearing face masks, if there's ever a sign that Mother Nature's suffering from the human onslaught there's one right there, that image representing the desecration of tropical forests, ought to finally sink in, but they have a deeper greed it seems, the Recalcitrant Leadership can feel the backlash, the political poverty with repressed media that Asian Pyramidal Rule brings, a warped bought democracy, all the backhanded business corruption connections with Loggers, those environmental criminals need to have their strings pulled, and their arms tweaked, and the logging stopped, what a rotten rule it is when some rich people preside over a dead, and burnt-out, ravaged environment, the animals they've dispossessed were never low enough to destroy it like these humans have, those Recalcitrants ought to be ashamed of themselves...
What a wonderful News Flash they dumped John Hands-in-the-Till Sharp, and the other one, the Koran punishment in comparison, chop, and the fate of the English xtian nurses, off with their heads and 25 lashes every Friday, for 500 worth, but being the Tory Minister of the Tottering Crown, with the trappings of office, why pinch the extra cash, just shows you how devoid of scruples those Tories are...
And the So-Called Liberal Sharp One was pointing the finger at the Wharfie Workers saying as how they were on all the lurks, and all the time he was creaming off just $1000 a month, how cheap do these Tories come, is that hypocrisy? And as if you couldn't tell, that funny business about the airport site too, what secretly happened? What was it that we couldn't see due to commercial interests... Was he being hypocritical there too? Can you trust a So-Called Liberal? Are they getting a hand in your back pocket while they talk, Quite Frankly?
Meanwhile Julian Disney is advising the Welfare World to get in there and be part of the bargaining, all over the Globalised world, seeing as how that's the way it is, the Welfare World has to be expanded on the same scale...
Julian Disney's an advisor to the Crown too, like Bill Kelty was too, the power of the Prime Minister would act upon it's advisors, when no decision comes forth like in Bob Hawk's case, the Leader's gone... The Little Buck Bucks Here Twirp can't use the power, he's daunted by it, and splashes it about willy-nilly, like the fire hose, it's a wrestle, Poor Little Coot...
Was funny with Houie this morning there's this bloke Thoroughgood or Thoregood someone, going around saying he's all in favour of Full Unemployment, saying as how with all the computers and machinery and automation there's enough work for those who want it to do, let the rest off, some of these people can't resist doing all the work, well let them...
They have the original drafted Australian Constitution on Display, when you see how it easy it would have been to change, when it was laid out in the first place, like with a word processor nowadays, a bit of cut and paste, why doesn't someone write some new constitutions in cyber-space, that'd be good, have all the drafts on the Internet, with all the amendments, lay it all out, could get more enlightened ideas on the table, an Internet Constitution, each option could be voted on by the Browsers, and the additional clause and amendments could be monitored, inclusions go into the constitution drafts, and the rejections go into the waste bin to squabble over, maybe resurrect it, that would get a better constitution than any convention, put it up live on the Net and let it live or die, survival of the fittest clauses... And No Religion too...
And I reckon another wasted resource is these older souls wandering about aimless, they could feel a lot better looking after all the less inclined to work too, it could be a Welfare Paradise again... Could put some human rights into the constitution, get a bit of security from cradle to grave without worrying about it...
While you're at it make the constitution say only BioGeo Scientists could sit in Parliament, Economists and Fundamentalists would be given models and old books to play with out in a back room, one you could lock up...
And the Keating Model President of the Commonwealth could play Umpire, whenever the decisions about spending money in the Parliament was deadlocked, the President would fire the lot and call a General Election, the only Power the President had...
But would cut ribbons, make bipartisan speeches, and sit in Our Chair at all the Great International Feasts with our Friendly Respectful Neighbours, like the small country of England would have the German Royal Family take their seat... Be good wouldn't it...
Makes you wonder how the Little Tea Drinking Twit wouldn't join in with the ceremonial traditions of his Pacific Forum neighbours on his last embarrassing trip, trip, and trip again, makes me wonder if a Toast to his Queen was proposed would he sip his dear tea, god forbid... Makes you want to raise your Little Pompous Twirp finger...
Beanie and heater weather, been pouring with rain all day, set in, and cold, back to winter, weird, I go out to pet pooch on the back verandah, he's all curled up snug on the big chair, that's his bed now, what a life... Whereas down in Bundanoon they're giving it all away, five depressed men, you can't hang yourself in a car so they gas themselves, it's only a matter of speaking up, they can't say what ails them, it aches in their throats, so they should start talking, talking lets the cork out of the bottle, this attitude that everyone Takes-it-for-granted that as a downsized man you are a supposed to curb your disappointments, swallow your pride, rubbish, it's not these suicide's faults, it's this disappointing So-Called Liberal Government, blame them, Eco-Rats, they make it so easy... Maybe there ought to be a Suicider's Union, all get together and demand a death with more pride in it... Well, 'twould be a reason to live p'raps...
Was good to see this Lovely Woman in Red, the New Labour Minister for The Troubles in Northern Ireland, take over the peace problems with these mad men from the north, why don't they tone down their madness a bit, they've all got flames the eyes, looks so stupid nowadays, complete absence of reason, but the Lady in Red will dim their fires hopefully, the Rev Bigoted Paisley Twit hasn't shown up yet, come on boys, stop poncing about, looks pretty dumb from out here... If an atheist thinks you look crook just what the hell god would think, god's too busy doing land deals all over now, the Real Estate Agents for Northern Ireland, finally writing up a settlement, for christ sake hurry up...
Oh god, the word irksome comes to mind, the Mad Mike ego is puffing itself up so big, have to get a bigger tolerance strap on Me, on Our ABC, Drive-Time-Talk-Back the Mad Mike claims of having Princess Di ring him on air, there was another suggestion he take over from Stuart Littlemore and Mike was flattered, ha, I suggest he take over the Parrot, he does him so well, who'd know? But Princess Di could do impersonations of an Aussie so well as to take the Mad Impersonator Mike in, that says a lot in itself... Ooowah, My first Post-Di reference, she's back...
Nothing like the inspiration of an old soldier, someone who's seen it all, this old Digger Died, Australia's oldest warrior, he said things like, when he migrated, he thought Australia was a bloody dreadful place, and Gallipoli was a bloody awful place, and he Didn't know what he was fighting for, cause It never crossed his mind, and His soccer team went, so he went, I think it sort of... Rings a fundamental bell... Clunk...
I wasn't interested today, but what a day, although cold and wet again, it was glorious down in Canberra with the Tories squirming, being caught ripping off, falsifying, mysteriously all the claims for reimbursement were for non-events, claims that all went the wrong way, wasn't one they could justify they hadn't put in for, and then this xtian Science Minister, a rich one, just crossed off a coupla months of overcharging and reckoned that was good enough, like he could go into one of the glass confessionals and say sorry, then they blamed the system, it was an honour system, like down the club I used to put into the saucer the money for another can, but honour systems are to blame down in the So-Called Liberal Government, so they are putting in a catch-the-thief system, I reckon 'twould be best to leave the system as it is, this is fun...
What a beautiful day to have the Tories collapsing in a heap, the Little Quick Acting Twit fired some more hopeless incompetent twirps, a real gem to have the xtian fundamentalist Minister for Science Bite-the-Dust, this red-haired millionaires son had them putting up uranium reprocessing plans and then OK'd the new Atomic Reactor, such a good riddance, and that Sharp sharpie, he was stacking boards with lackeys too, all that dirty political patronage, the power pyramid players, gone, what a joy, the best day for ages...
How much longer do these So-Called Liberal idiots have to go, and look who's next in line, say they get rid of the Little Hopeless Twitch, there's Dog... God forbid, does he watch Gary Cooper Movies, what an act, who else, Wreath, the big Union Basher, he's never gonna get the nod, cause he knows too much, so the Little Buck Stops Here got rid of his Close-Reliable-Advisor who double crossed him, wonder if he feels alone, better he ring up Paul Keating and ask him what to do, Paul Keating could tell him... Well I could tell him, Hey Johnnie, honestly, stop smiling, and go away, and take your Dog with you...
Be a good idea for the whole So-Called Liberal Government to use their travel allowance, after diarising it with the correct bookkeeping, and fly up to South East Asia and breathe it all in up there, the ultimate pay-off of right wing policies, just have the whole cabal suck in lung-fulls of Capitalist Privatised Air, wafting about the Post-Tropical-Paradise in a Post Colonial Invisible City, cough-cough-cough, don't you worry about that...
Been Talking about the President of Australia's role in life, like could you imagine the irresistible urge, the Popularism President, like to consider the big egos for a start, like Lawsie and the Parrot, Ray, that Packerfied channel 9 news-reader bloke, the mummified one, and then Mad Mike, to have them think they could be popularly elected to be President, like here's the Golden Logie Box, tick here, and tick here for President... Be a good job, I always wanted to be a Green President, do it on bike, with a Multi-Cultural Diverse Entourage, shame all those Rolls-Polluting-Royces...
Once these Tories are chucked out of government we can have one big family again, the whole young country can make peace with it's past and make plans for it's future, combined MultiCulturalists going forward together will be so much better than this narrow minded racist self-interested So-Called Liberal style, I Saw a map of Australia where the Queensland border was dragged down to redistribute the electorate, what a pity to have a country where you have to wear a No-Racism Badge... Otherwise looking like a white means people start taking for granted you're a stereotype, if only this country had of had the wisdom to stick with Paul Keating... Oh well, now there's just the death throes of the worst ever Aussie Government, once they're gone there can be a decent country, born again, slam that So-Called Liberal cupboard shut, jesus they're a pain...
Another little sleeper, there's Poor Pauline the Patriot, not having known about this, and that, and nothing on that either, while her advisor, the oh so smooth bigot, who looks a bit foreign, he's got the No 1 slot on the Senate Wun-Nation Ticket, so he could get in while she gets bounced, was he in the Temple of Doom Movies, slithering about in the dark, although Pauline Hisses, while he soothes, but he's the operator, he's been to Nick Grinning Greiner's School for snakiness, maybe, or is that sneakiness...
So tired, I Can never get enuff sleep, Pooch was yelping to come in, and go out, all through the night, Houie's been good again, the only stone in the shoe is Mad Mike again, oh no, please Me, lay off... And editing, the evolution of the site, cosmetic changes, and when I look around the net, so many sites redesign themselves, it's all too much... The letters are ok... So this weekend is the Footy-Fever, I Can stay awake for that spose...
Had the Football Breakfast with Houie, Frankly, my dear, he couldn't care less, he always gets it wrong, was saying how the tribal thing has a uniting call, from all over the world they are glued together to support the local suburb's team, when they ask you who you support, it's not some foreign country, it's the Saints, the Crows, or the Bombers, or whoever, gives Melbourne it's character, a closer knit society where your football allegiance breaks the ice, poor Soccer had European National sides, turns into a riot, but with Aussie Rules, it's Multi-Cultural, makes a huge difference to play about with mock wars rather than blood ones...
Finally felt something, the crows are on top and the Tories are in trouble, deep trouble, ain't too good for a Little Out of His Depth Twit, poor little bugger, everyone's against him, it's a plot, the poor Little Pin Cushion has been left isolated by his closest, stabbed by his closest, undermined, they're all against him, fancy tinkering with their god given right to tickle the tin, spose they'd be queued up to get him from WA and another long queue down from Queensland, a thousand cuts...
Remember me predicting the leadership problems of the Tories, unless they have a messiah who is as right wing and as crooked, see they have to be crooked or get done in, whereas on Labour you have to be saintly and inspiring and persuasive, with just a wink, but on their side you have to be conniving and sly and tricky and featherbedding yourself, and traditionally have a hand in the till and avoid all taxes, that's the ethic, and intimidate and pay off, wonder what would have happened if he didn't fire the advisor, maybe the advisor did tell The Little Horribilious Twit, and had to go...
The Crows won and everyone put hats on, sponsors orders, not a good idea having sponsors ordering you about is it, go out and win a grand final and then wear this hat, a baseball hat 'twas too, wasn't like keeping the sun out of their eyes or anything, it was just stupid bloody advertising ideas, and cheque signing orders, Everyone's-Got-A-Price hats... Oughta be a Union of Free Headwear Choice, but it comes around every year, like a Celtic Circle, and each festival is another excuse, and today it's any excuse will do, so good on 'em, the whole set of Aussies who took an interest got a another event... History, cause the Crows from south Australia came over and flew off with Victoria's crown, there goes the Cup, the Flag, the first city since Melbourne, was it or did Perth win it, whatever, it's history, another version...
Was so good to see the poor battling City of Newcastle come out with a smile on their face, and a few tears, I shed a happy tear for them too, The Rugby League Grand Final had a final few moments of sweet victory, in an otherwise gloomy year, but never mind now, the Battling Steel City having had their livelihoods threatened by the worst excesses of big business, and they battled on the Sydney Football Stadium against the Manly SilverTails, and won, what a victory for the spirit, now what... Now if they could just find a way of soaking up the Co2 from black coal, and invent a new system of energy... And vote these Tories out to oblivion...
And another experiment in CyberSpace, the launch of the Guestbook , where I Can receive more paranormal comments and such among all the messages of support, ha, all will be revealed... Hope Wayne Goss comes back bigger and brighter than ever too, he's been Knock-Knock-Knocking on Heaven's Door...
Seems to be one of those more frequent periods when the bad news looms, I was over with Houie for another wonderful breakfast, if only there was more choice around here, but bacon eggs tomato and apple, it comes up good, with a background of the sounds of progress, there are people doing Building Projects around about, never satisfied, putting bigger immovable concrete footprints down on the ground, where will it all end...
So Houie and I went through the litany of disasters, the Prophets of Doom have been getting five minutes of fame of late, mostly cause it can't be ignored, the Asian Forest Fires, the Droughts, the Great Flood of the Greenhouse, the Plagues, the Famine, it's all of Biblical proportions, cept this time it's all relevant to the Dear Earth, and the Holy Market running unregulated, was funny, like it's time for a Messiah to come and throw some weight around, the Capitalist Consumption Religion is eating up our Planet, will take a miracle to get out of this one...
The Australian So-Called Liberal government is in tatters, they deliberately set out to destroy the social structures, a perfect example of misguided Eco-Rats scrambling about in the Halls of Power, the latest twinge is the Attourney General, the very epitome of Protector of Justice and securing the Rule of Law, they say he's been threatening witnesses, just as well they haven't completely cut the balls out of the Public Services, a sense of duty had a loyal Servant of the Parliament point it out, well good on him... This intimidation following on from threatening the High Court, but that was Free Speech, Hmmm, they've privatised Free Speech, this time it costs you your job...
The Tories are acting in their own interests, the Wicked Ten Point Plan compulsorily acquires Native Title Land, forces the Taxpayers to pay for it at some arguable price, and hands the titles to Rich Media Barons and Sultans of Oil, reminds me of the Weasels in the Mansion in Wind In The Willows... How do you get time to read books nowadays, Hmmm, compulsory Public Transport would do it, while you're trundling along in a tram, you can be down the river... Messing about in boats...
One small voice raised, to start a murmur, to raise a shout, to scream defiance, use their bluddy votes, to turn the tide, and Bob Dylan's singing to the Pope, jesus h christ, Don't stand in the doorway you'll block up the Hall, but now the Soapbox is the Internet, kids read it, kids are learning what's what through the Internet too, although it's just the Elite so far, it might change the Earth's New Electronic Mind, awesome ain't it, the masses who want to live like Hollywood Television wont get the message, the equivalent Voice from the Heavens belongs to the Almighty Rich Sky Satellite... I have become a disillusioned citizen looking for a leader, Clinton has been good lately, excellent to hear, but he's sitting at the top of a Fundamentalist xtian Nation, the very ones who set the example, makes me shrug...
Poor me, I got sidetracked looking back in the archives for some first impressions, seems so long ago and just as desperate, oh well, not a lone voice in the wilderness any more, there ain't no wilderness... Welcome to the Soapbox... CUoA GuestBook... ... a black hole for the rebirth, spose there'll be some poisonous stuff to spit out... Someone has to do it, that's what cheers Me up, a purpose in life, is that all you need... Say goodbye to one of the last livable Septembers... Ha.
The sad story of Darryl, they say he's being pushed around, told to deal with it, to Address-The-Matter, the Tory-Power-Pack gives him edicts, being Attourney General for this pack of Tricky-Dicks ain't no picnic, poor Darryl, having the Law Reform Commission submit that the Wicked Legislation would cause mayhem, and having to shut them up.
So Sad Darryl does a bit of intimidation, well not really, a bit of threatening, well not really, just a choice of do what they say or else, it's the Tory-Freedom-of-Speech-Policy no-one is game to mention, Silence all Dissent, except that from Wun-Nation of course, looks like all the dreams Poor Sad Darryl ever had of being legitimate are in tatters, watch out Darryl you don't have Amanda land on you, out there in the cold.
The rumours are flying, the conspiracy theories flare up, the heat is on in the kitchen, the Little Bigoted Squib is putting out fires, but there's too many now, lost credibility, the lack of talent leaves the Cabinet Carcass bare, a skeleton staff, poor performance from incompetence, the Public Service hostility with no trust or loyalty, the Canberra National Capitol Recession, no reliable advice, issues driven by monetary cuts, in short, the Little Limp Leaderless Dullard is facing his demise already, wonderful, except there is still so long to go in this term. There never was any support for him anyway, the Tories hoisted Downer up there once, how inept can you get, so the Little Loner is isolated, and Tim's National Party has nobody to offer for their seats at the big table, never did.
And they have all the pins pulled on the grenades they throw up at him too, he's got Dog barking about Tax Reform which took the drug-induced dizzy heights of pneumonia recovery to overcome the loathsome issue, then he squibbed to the Big End on Tariff reductions, and he stumbled over the Media Moguls xmas present of Fairfax, and now the Battlers have seen the Lurks and Perks and forced Resignations of his Ministers for Hypocrisy, a Battler vote based on misconceptions about Arrogance in the Top Job, what a farce it was to claim the Tory Coalition was honest, a cabal of rip-off millionaires, real estate agents, lawyers and a smattering of Grazing Leaseholders, a constituency mind-boggingly self-interested.
And while I'm at it there is the Tories credentials for arguing their Pro- Greenhouse Policies, they use the mad modellers from A-Bare of credulity, internationally debunked by reputable people concerned for the Welfare of the Planet, the Tories prefer to listen to the Fossil-Fuel-Funded Eco-Rats in ABER.
So the conspiracy goes that Kerry gets Jeff running his beloved Age in a Fairfax Fix-Up, with Dog for PM, and that would be the last we'd hear about it, unless the Free Press of our Northern Neighbours deigns to inform us, what a glorious prospect, and the little Dog laughed to see such fun, and the Dish ran away with the spoon, for spoon that'd be Prince James, for Dish that'd be... ... our own Princess Di-ish Calendar Girl... whatsername. Kate on the cartoons, educating the young'uns, a nation of flirtatious smiles coming up, grin.
An excellent debate on the Constitution, held in the old NSW Parliament Upper house, very salubrious surroundings, just enough people around the table, and it's good to hear all of them, a representative bunch. 'twas Our ABC, Wednesdays, if that pre-empts the ad-hoc Constitutional Convention it is bleedingly frightening that they will not agree on anything but the most simplistic proposition, but there are some mighty minds and life experiences and contemplative questions going to be raised, navel gazing at it's most befuddling, 'twill be good, an exercise in the mind, will a bill of rights ever evolve, will a preamble ever inspire, will a piece of prose be quotable in the school yard to disarm the unjust, will settings be made to perpetuate the planetary welfare, will those idiot monarchists splutter and blather all over everyone, should make for an interesting interlude. I will be intrigued.
The Pollies have been portrayed as behaving badly over the Tories cheating on their travel claims, big deal, the theatrics have been brought to a new low by the Dog Act, an impersonation of Gary Cooper doing Paul Keating, and Dog just doesn't get the Bone Oscar. He needs a final curtain. Malcolm Frazer has dubbed Dog as being noted in other places, but then Malcolm anointed the Gollywog Downer Messiah trip too, the dogs are barking, running round in circles, sniffing each others... ...
Meanwhile the real issue was the Mine Owners sacking all the Unionists and issuing four weeks notice to vacate the Company Houses, the wives had marched into the city offices to protest, the question I would like to know was the collusion between the Mine Owners, the Shipping Companies, and the incoming Tories, like how much did they contribute to the Tories Election coffers, what was promised, a conspiracy theory would have Clown Wreath saying as how he would kill off Unionism in Australia, don't you worry about that.
Makes me wonder whether those old Commos had better ways to deal with the big questions than letting Holy Marketeers rip us off. Fancy letting Foreign Owners dictate Australia's policies of Unionism and Arbitration, fancy letting Foreign Owners dictate Australia's Greenhouse Gas Policies, Energy Policies, having them own our power and water supplies, and then they walk away from responsibility for the disasters in their wake, the thing to do is Nationalise the Mining Industry, ha, fire those anti-social mine owners from our colleries, and bring in some environmental friendly policies for our kids where every tonne of coal will include the cost of planting the trees to soak up the Greenhouse Gases. Were you, are you, or have you ever been a member of the Capitalist Elite who ruined the World? The McDonaldism Era. Answer the question, you have no right to silence... ...
And while they're at it, redirect all that Fossil Fuel Funded Research into Geo-Thermal Power Stations, simple pipes drilled down to the untapped heat within our living planet, a business to manufacture millions of small power turbines to anchor in the mighty rivers, the prefabricated chimneys to mount along every coastline with wave driven air pressure turbines inside, and other factories to manufacture rows of windmills along every mountain ridge and coastal bluff, and harness the tides, and turn the roads into solar cells, and turn off the lights when you leave the room.
And give all those coal miners something decent and respectable and clean to do for their children. And maybe pack all the atomic waste into the basements of all those malignant atomic energy people, there that ought to do it.
Now where's the candles for the next blackout, what was it they were talking about in Parliament, Sleeping in Mum's place down in O'Possum. Just hope Malcolm realises that Dog's tricks are noted in more places than he thinks. Then again maybe Dog could be walked on a treadmill with a dynamo and generate elec... ... Nah, those Tories have too much resistance, no-conductors, they still sound like they're tuning up when they're supposed to be playing something. Enuff.
Poor Senator Sherry, he took a dive after all the song and dance, and feeling the contrition of a bleeding heart he must've wanted to end it all, left a long letter, 3 pages, I used to think journalists like him are prone to leave the longest suicide notes, they say Senator Sherry said he felt ashamed for being stupid by Staying with Mum in O'Possum Bay and legitimately claiming expenses, correct in black letter law but shameful ethically.
Still there's another parallel, seeing as how Senator Sherry was the butt of the Dog Act, shouldn't Costello get the Carmen Lawrence treatment, only the Tories could stoop so low. Bedouin, a name to carry through his life, loneliness, a failed marriage and a son, born into Labor Politics following his father, so a perception is punctured, his name was Mud he reckons, was it losing the good name then, the power of shame, the relentless conscience, and he was committed to higher principles and tripped on a stupid dalliance, it's always interesting to find out why they do it. There's a lesson in that for all of us.
And the Tories have to face the real problem now, no talent, the Little-Dealer-of-the-Stacked-Deck has to reshuffle his Cabinet, and they acknowledge having to promote a lacklustre Nats Member way above his head, they're all in the same boat, the ship of state has the Cabinet members meeting in a sinking lifeboat, way out at sea, out of it's depth, oh god and there's Amanda being shifted around, whooooops... ... who's that Dog-Paddling away... ...
Interesting bottom line coming out of the Our ABC, Lateline on the question of Farming with the El Nino, how the perception of drought being abnormal weather in Australia was the wrong side of the coin, drought is normal, it ain't Europe, these Aussie Farmers are doomed, saying as how at least 30% of farmland has to be re-forested, I used to be for an 80-20, forest to clearings, to reconnect the whole continent's Web Of Life, just small patches cleared for something more intensive, 'twould look like a lattice from above, instead of a big golf course bunker, ought to be in the New Constitution in the Bill of Rights for the Environment, how come the value of the Environment isn't in the Constitution, and the native animals... ... the next generation might be able to look back then.
River Catchment Regional Governments, City spheres of influence and the trend for Competition to consume Competitors, the threatening Global Monopolies, the real Big Brothers of Capitalism, how about every constituency having the right to at least three of everything, three newspapers, three TV channels, three radio stations, three at least and more available, and have the Public Ownership vested in Education, Health, Transport, Communications, Justice, Power, Water, and Environmental Exploitation, the things you don't want driven by the profit motive, that'd soak up the unemployment forever, and of course Publicly Funded Broadcasting, fearless from Constitutional Protection, who wants to hear opinions from people whose jobs depend upon it.
The August winds have arrived in October, As me remembered it Sydney used to have different weather, was a time when the Southerly Busters would roll up the coast from the South, like clockwork, long line squalls would sweep a curtain of rain through at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, usually catching you traveling home from work, and in the summer there was a Nor-Easter Sea Breeze would arrive before lunch, would blast me across Botany Bay on the sailboard, and August had a windy reputation, Westerlies would whip up dust from the abused inlands, and April-May would be sublime with stillness, well you can forget all that, seems Mother Nature has the Weather breaking records, everywhere, there is a fear from fires... ...
Hmmm, the suicide attempts, sometimes when you hear of these events, it makes you take an assessment, what would it take to suicide, nothing, no way, even through depressing times, actually that's the new fad problem, or was it always thus, so the unsuccessful suicider then carries this gossip afterwards, how intense they are, how desperate they are, how the unhappiness seems unbearable, but that bright new day when they wake up saved, in a sea of pity, there's the concern from people, there's the sympathy, there's the support, there's the whole set of things, the lack of which drove them to it, all those things revealed in the suicide note, the catharsis of blurting it out and making the grand gesture, all in a dark silly moment, next day it's relieved, gone. So just make sure you aren't successful.
Poor I am tuckered out, and hungry, he's been spending hour after hour, getting into IE4.0 Internet Explorer and the verdict, it's excellent, a new world opens up again, just so smooth and at your fingertips, you can delve into the channels and pick and point at things and then off-line through History there it all is, nicely arranged by site, it's a dream and as well you can tailor what comes to you automatically, you can arrange to have news items and announcements and filter those topics it seems, and the Browser itself has a clarity and responds better, so that leaves me Webbed-Out.
But no one is interested any way so what the hell, the Soapbox hasn't stirred up many suds, how can ya compete with the new Browsers, although content will ultimately sort out the true readers, it's like being on a wave from out the back and catching it in, surfing the web really does have imagery about it, even though you do get dumped.
Oh yes, the Mail and News are excellent as well, if I only had a chance to use it more, the replies don't seem to indent the original text with the ">" or even some colour to differentiate, someone might know... not too sure about the Dynamic Desktop thingo though, supposedly you can incorporate windows to watch things, seemed to knock the whole Explorer out though, there will be a few fixes coming along you would think. But until you makes these things suffer the Users, software rarely gets bullet-proofed before the Users thrash it, unless I was there running the project of course, team-work-wise, Ahh, those were the days.
A Page Editor came with it, a subset of the bells and whistles, but hasn't impressed me as yet, but it's long way along the road even so, wonder what'll happen with all these people surfin' the Web, the stats on what they hit must be disappointing so many people, must all go on sex and trivia, just what we need to save the planet, and then there's that huge Newsgroup Argument, if you want an argument just drop something on a Newsgroup, like I said he didn't believe in nothing on the Atheist-Religion argument, and they nibbled.
And it seems that this is getting nowhere, no matter, just can't be bothered going back to edit out any more, christ what came out was the whole thing, that question of Revelation, always a quandary, even this, like Nick Sherry, his suicide note, Revelation, couldn't say it in real life, and so it should be, some things are better left unsaid, on that note I have to go cook some Sate Chicken and Chinese Vegetables, yummy.
Push, Push, Push, oh god it will be on every News Bulletin to finish the Great Race the puny little driver had to physically push the big lump of high powered grunt to the finish line, shows a certain dependency, he's King Of Fossil Fuels but then it took some potatoes to get his little thighs working, what a sight, the only moment of the day. Petrol Heads seems to sniff too much of something brain damaging, pretty safe in the circumstances spose. Didn't the Hewson Messiah hang around the Pits, plus 15%... ...
The fan-mail is an injection of something precious into the process, was good of Con to come up with a bit of empathy on the Universe, and then AB was sweet, there're nicer people on this side of the divide. The chicken is changing it's state of being in the frying-pan, wonder of wonders, how hunger makes you eat... ...
Righto, everybody over onto the Far-Right hand side, whoops... ... Hang on the boat is sinking, Little Misery Guts has failed again, wont it be good when they're gone, and there was Kim with his luvly kind eyes, and a good heart, feeling a surge of enthusiasm again as the support grows, it's been so miserable and black under this Tory Disaster, what a litany of loonies they are, these poor kids today, living in the Tory Australia today, have never experienced the Right-Wing-Rich-Rip-Off madness before, poor buggers. What a dreadful way to find out.
Now there's the NewsGroups, the shark pool, just doing a bit of trawling, so there are gonna be all the usual contributors, jesus, what a thrill, but it's an excellent system, although it complained about having groups residing on different servers in the same message, is that the alt.thingo, dunno, well it remains to be seen, be interesting to see what moves them though.
After all the missing Tory MP's had broken their rule of getting caught, the Little Cardboard Cutout was flapping about with his new list, they love lists, cripes, don't get on their list, but The New Tory Cabinet has gone over like a lead balloon, turns out that Minister of State is friends with the Little-Bump-On-A-Log, both professed monarchists to toast the Von Hapsburgs together, he was supposed to have torpedoed the Republican convention, the only thing the Little-In-Over-His-Head-Twirp has done to be appreciated is to drop Amanda, a bit, and they reckon the women's caucus was affected, ha, but then they say Amanda was the Lefty, cripes, how far out on a limb are they, like those cartoons cutting off the branch while they're all out there on it, thing is, Dog's got the saw.
Wet and cold, the weather satellite showed a sweep of cloud from Indonesia to New Zealand it looked, and now it's concentrated in a swirl right overhead, and good soaking rain, must be a relief to the drought somewhere. But the Fires in the Tropics are just as bad and now the Amazon has joined in, McMurders Burger farms, not for Me.
Now the women's agenda being carried through the Parliament, so many Tory women, but none of them female it seems, now the Little Deal From The Bottom has dropped the wonderfully solid Amanda, and the other slight thing Judy who is having old Nursing Home Prospects commit suicide rather than part with their home, but the Motherhood Nurturing, and Feminine Heart, and Women's Witchiness, is missing from the Government, I used to want a Separate House for Females, another hole in a hill, or just make the Senate Feminine Only, or have the Men Relegated down to the Lake in the Old Parliament House where they work things out in the close comforts of the bar and hand shaking in the toilets, a more intimate arrangement for the Men, while the women could swan about up the hill in the Big House and run things on a sewing circle basis... ... Hmmm, just imagine. Where's that New Constitution... ...
There was a Thomas, a playwright from Wales explaining it all away today, how the place was divided, an imaginary Medieval Country, to be reinvigorated, how Europe was becoming that collection of peoples, all equal in the Common Purposes, borderless, be an interesting thing to watch the New Europe and the Released Celtic Tigers, like this Preaching Tony Blair, doing soliloquies everywhere, and Russian soap Operas, a very popular man he is, I like him too cept for the xtian gleam, and thing is, being up so high, it's a long way... ... to the top when ya wanna Rock 'n Roll...
Ever seen so many Mad Eyes in your life as the Born Again Glow and the Zealotry Smiles as on the faces of these Religious Right Promise Keepers, what a frightening prospect, they want to take the whip hand to the world again, another madness crusade, clean out the gas ovens... ...
Noddies, the fodder of Capitalism, everything is piled up on the Noddy Battlers and they just Nod... Sign this or get out, Nod... Australia Vs the rest of the world on Privatisation, the income from assets owned by the Public is snitched by some rich people, it's just a rip-off, and the Labor Party rank and file, democratically said so, but the Noddies on the Tory side will have it done to them, they think someone big and powerful will look after them, it's in their madness about the Beneficent Being, Do you want to buy the most strategically profitable Telstra, which you already own? Nod... Do you want some rich untouchable to control your power supply? Nod... God they're hopeless, and then they say the Magic Word, Efficiency, which means you lose your job, and live in downsized misery, while the Tories pump up their salaries... Nod... Hmmm, Nick does well, don't he.
And the next magic word is Competition, this is sprouted as being the answer to everything, don't you worry about that, and just look about, there is so much competition, indecipherable competition in films, and banks, and petrol, and airlines, and Fast Food, just try to open up any competition and they'll eat you, you're not part of the Competition Collusion Club, and now they're into schools and hospitals and nursing homes, and Holy Of Holies, Sport... ... Someone must be winning somewhere... ... where's Nick, he seems well off, what about everyone else.
Space suits, so clever, the Human Race has nothing to worry about, all the Environmental Prophet of Doom stories are kapoot, for every trial Mother Nature places in the Human Path, there's Technology, the Clever-Country style, don't you worry about that, so these kids who can't bear sunlight can now wear NASA space-suits, Phew that's a relief, we can still go out in the Ozone Hole, go to the beach, wonder if they'll have see through ones... ...
Wonder what a different world it would have been if the Research And Development could have been directed by thoughts other than cornering the market for profit, what if the discoveries had been used for more ethical purposes, like you could have those wind-up dynamo radios, and solar powered for when the Sun's out... ... be good for lissening to Our ABC, and Mad Mikes Sniggering... Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh, jesus he sounds like he's coming down the wires sometimes, when Morag wags her magic finger, I am so relieved... ... gees it's scratching blackboard stuff every time.
So here is the Republican Team of Queensland, Michael Lavarch, one Of my Heroes, Sally-Anne Yuck is on it, and over there waving those foreign flags are Sir James Killen for the Queen, Neville Bonner for the Uncle Toms, so much emotion involved, as against pragmatic black and white lawyers, what a pre-occupation it will all be. Cause I never gets personal, but there's a certain spokesman for the Queenies, she turns Me off, she makes deportation to England sound good, she needs to be looked down on, sort of glad they've got people like that, the personification of bowing and scraping and going to the Proms... ... I don't mind looking down on 'em... from a great height, poor things.
Had this terribly sensible thought put in to the Privatisation debate, like saying as how You Lefties want the security of Your Needs supplied by Representative Responsible Government, and Your Bells And Whistles by the Privateers, this bloke says How come all you Public Ownership People don't worry about your food supplies, that all comes out of Holy Market Competition, not a bad argument, there they are all those big Global Behemoths feeding us, driven by profit, chain supermarkets, a Woolies in every shopping centre around the planet, dictating to suppliers, demanding, threatening, coercing, squeezing the life out of the planet, and no one to answer to but stockholders, have to Nationalise Woolies too, jesus.
These Global Companies have no elected opposition in their boardrooms, have no freedom of information, it's all a trade secret, like what's that black stuff in Coke, so how do you complain about a Private Company, how do you kick them out at the next Election... Spose you've got the freedom to go next door and shop in the Collusion Club. Every Privatisation is an attack on Representative Democracy, all you'll have left to vote for is who gets to do Dog Acts down in Canberra...
There's another word... WorldClass, another buzzword which means lower your standard of living. The rest of the world is too big, too rich, or too small, or too cheap, they say to compete successfully you have to be cheap enough, which means low wages, and good quality, which means otherwise you are fired, so this standard of living is set by the Holy Market, minimal inputs and the profits pumped up by need, at the end of the line, the consumer's income is squeezed, their economic activity all goes on needs, slavery, stagnation, be better if growth targets just meant how much more each individual had to spend, what the hell are they measuring, how many more slaves they can fit in at the oars spose.
So if the Public Utilities and the Community Needs were kept in Public hands, and had their Boards Elected every four years, along with all the other Government, be a better democracy then, could get opposition to all these boardroom golfers, this Privatisation thing has got the Noddy's all thinking it's a faite accompli, Frenchwise, like Maggie was on some crusade to rule over us, I reckon Privatisation and the Holy Market have all these slavish Noddy's being taken for a ride, it's just another Fundamentalist Religion, Economics ain't no Science, it's a guessing game, they say the next ball out of the lotto draw had nothing to do with the other draws, has anyone told those Eco-Rats yet. Hang on we'll stick it in the model, voodoo economics... ...
There's the NRMA election for instance, it's got political groups vying for the control of the Board, only members can vote, a mutual society, a union of motorists interests, stirs up a debate every election time, they want to Privatise it, no more elections, just shareholder meetings with stranglehold proxies, whereas every little person with a card could have a say if ever they took the trouble, Privatisation is reducing your votes, for what. Blatant Bossy People downsizing your life, what a joke... I vote in the NRMA of course, there's the wonderful Jane Singo to admire... Gough ought to have a word with Nick too... ...
So I reckon there could be a sweet co-existence with the Needs in Public Ownership, and across the chasm, the Bells and Whistles in Capitalism, that's the way it was when things were nostalgically good back in the Little-Picket-Fenced-Twirp's Favourite Fifties, that's what they all forget, the Unions had provided the Welfare State, and Capitalism provided Sunbeam Mixmasters, and everyone who wanted to, had a job, and could buy things, and computer modeling was futuristic Science-Fiction, and still is... ...
Just saw that fabulous Celtic Dancing Story, the local boys come reluctantly to rehearsals with the luvly girls, to put on a 2 minute show in six weeks, and then they become enthusiastic, a bit of inspiration, I just seeps into that story, and it has this old rock n' roll.
There is the newly seen Pistol Star, it's brilliance arriving to impress Me and all the stargazers, it's circumference would consume the Earth and Mars, it's so big and bright and turned on, it takes six seconds to squeeze out the energy our Sun emits in a year, what number Block-Out would you need for that, and it's sited they reckon somewhere near the centre of this Gaseous Nebula which it lights up, or near the Centre of the Milky Way, and will only last for a little few millions of years before going Supa-Nova, the Universes magic method of fertilising planets, makes the Little White Dwarf from Canberra ever more less significant.
Putting into perspective the Galactic events always trivialises the shenanigans from the Politics of Humanity, I just wishes they could see themselves in the perspectives of Space, but now the Tory Stars are having a glittering swearing in as the New Lineup takes the stage, what a pack of duds.
Although the Golfers Son Peter can utter soothing words of Katakana to the Japanese Media Furore over the Tourism Murder up in Darwin, that language facility he has is about the only good thing the Tories have got going.
The Tories Nursing Home Suicide Plan is another matter of their individual choice philosophy, if there's any assets to liquidate you can occupy a Nursing Home bed for a temporary stay it would seem, and if you are old and broke there is the choice of... ... Ummm, not much choice really, which way to die spose, it's the Tories real Euthanasia Policy come into the light, choose your suicide method, poor things.
Fancy treating these old taxpayers like that, after they paid for all the Telstra Infrastructure, their taxes established the old secure Commonwealth Bank, they bought all the Public Assets in their working years and now they're being encouraged, and terrified into doing themselves in, the Little Funeral Parlour Director has trodden on a few old toes there, but Old Battlers don't matter. So it's not just the Public Assets the Tory Rich are getting their grubby hands on, it's the private homes of the poor, charming. There goes the Little White Picket Fence...
The Tottering Towers of Power based on the Stock-Market Paper Profits are suffering from another Reserve Bank Greens-Back warning, he's Dog's confidante, and the Asian Tigers are now Burning Paper Tigers as well, looks like there's something ominous looming in the imaginative world of perceived values, the Holy Market Casino Games, the day before the crash they see themselves as rich, and the day after, they're in the same boat as all the forlorn losers drifting out of Jeff-Style Casinos, into the arms of the loans sharks, oh for the good old days of regulation.
He's into his Eighties now, young Bob SantaMaria, still at it, a representative sole voice in the opinion makers, he has his early xtian Memes still in place, but his assessments are always interesting, he reckons the Seventies were a turning point in Opinion Making and the Media took a new path towards what there is today, the unsustainable economical rationalist claptrap being put about as the perceived common perceptions, Bob Santamaria used to be always thumping away at something or other, commo bashing, not many left like him, wonder what he really thinks, he's too smart to be superstitious surely...
There's something organic about these booms and busts, ever wondered what would have happened in world history if the Depression inspired New Deal hadn't revitalised the USA to defeat Nazism, without that dose of Socialism the Nazis might have had the bomb first, that would've rewritten the history books eh. Yah.
These booms of activity, a flurry of blooming opportunists, consuming willy-nilly and then they get so high on it, and poof, they lose the perceptions of values, Grab what you can and bail out, Panic! the whole thing comes down like a circus big top, flop, this time it will be the Eco-Rat Evangelists Tent.
No worries, this is the Tory Little-Picture of Australia, so secure, relaxed and comfortable, feet up, the Little-Slippers-Up-For-Sale-Twirp looking after us, this the life... Wasn't so long ago we had the Big-Picture-Man and the rest of the world liked us... no strikes, no disruption, working our way into the future as a nation... gone.
Quick get into the Drug Market, it will still be the biggest business anyway. Drug Oversupply, price drops, the forlorn community escapes in to mind-altered oblivion, Oh well, that's their Tory freedom of one choice, or get a job in the Navy, seems that's where the big shipments corrupt the National Interest.
Why aren't drugs regulated properly, takes all the honesty out of the equations, irresistible temptations are best sipped rather than this Tory inspired binge, the only escape from the Bishops and the Lyons cabal is to dive in into the dangerous sea of addiction, fancy having the Navy corrupted, Ah Prohibition, 'tis a wonderful thing for the Black Market Profiteers. How about a ban on wowsers...
Another group unfortunate enough to be on the Tory Hit List is Australia's Talented Few, the last gasp attempt to retain some home-grown culture, the Entertainers have always been regarded by the Tories as Arty Useless Types who wont do proper work, so they're cutting their throats as well, a difficulty for those with a voice, CD prices will be unprotected from the big Globalised Music Industry, just hope the Voice they have will drown out these Tories at the next election, can't come soon enough... ... It's Time, Yes it's Time, Yes It's Time... ...
Another image which raise my passions is the plight of the Orangutans and Creatures of the Rain-Forests being vanquished from their homes in the jungles, those fires and land clearances in the tropics leave these poor creatures hapless and homeless, one of the Golf Playing Billionaire friends of the Pyramids of Power sat there the other night waffling about how righteous he was with his Logging Companies, there's a cruel and evil side to human nature personified in those Golfers, wonder how low his handicap is. One of his little sweet quotes was If they don't do what they're told, I'll go out there and hang them myself. Spew.
Houie And I were talking cricket again today, to wonder why it is as it is mostly, an interminable curiosity, he comments from silly-mid-off, I play left-right-out, as usual, cause cricket would be mostly talk, cept they stand so far away from each other for days, until they all run in to have a hug, there's a lot of hugging amongst the Celebs, but they now know each other's pay rewards, the Cricketers Union is now representing the players, same as baseball in the USA, so there's a couple of icons for the young kids to model their Unionist attitudes on, don't get the same glamour as with a Wharfie or a Miner or a Teacher, but a Basketball Union would be shaping the World of Work. So full disclosure of incomes would be a marvelous start, the Cricket Board Members Salaries are shown too of course, and compared against the lesser lights, if all the little people knew what the big people got... ...
There was another story about the forest in Scotland, saw this gnome of a man with wild wooly white hair telling about another nail in the coffin, these forests, preserved from Colonial destruction in small pockets, the youngest trees in the forest are 130yo, the oldest 250yo, you'd think they were safe but it turns out there are no young trees, the old trees will die out and leave nothing, it's the same all through the golf course country, young trees are eaten by introduced species, and these lone isolated remnants die off, so often on the road to Melbourne, there's a lonely dead tree breaking down. I know just how it feels.
Oh boy, are we in trouble now, my mail is carrying a preponderance of concerns, the doom and gloom for the environment, the Native Title Confiscations, and the social depression, but but but, that's what you get for flying blind, at least a concerted vote could bring a Labor government back with a Green Tinge in the Senate, put things back on track, this dance with the Far Right is a dance of death.
On Our ABC, Good News Week last night the usual good intentions and satire hit the mark, I luv that show, the highlight now, so topical and clever, the banter and repartee is excellent.
It's a beautiful sunny Spring morning, the rain of late has brought everything out fresh, the scent is pungent out there, but there just ain't the same activity, the bees are about cause there's the hives down the back, threatened by European Wasp, they steal the young, but there's a dearth of insect life even, the lizards are fewer, there's no millipedes, no butterflies, no moths, and thus a whole in the food web, so there's no spiders no nothing, no flies even, a few mossies from the rain, said to be harbingers of malaria soon, greenhouse-wise, once a population is gone those that feed on it are gone, the frogs and tadpoles aren't there to eat the larvae, the small foundations of life are disappearing.
And here's Humanity trashing the planet. Still operating in Black-Armband-Australia under the Colonial Tory Flag, what disgrace they are. That's what those ugly faced racists represent, the Disg-Race.
The New Republic offers such a once in a Century chance to make a noise about some of the real issues, the Bio-Diversity and Cultural Diversity, the monumental effort to migrate and become part of a new nation, here's the chance to shape the Constitution, get this Fair-Go Australia out of the hands of these land grubbers, just hope these votes to be cast for the Republican Delegates to the Convention are cast in support of a better future, if some consensus could be stitched up.
Spose we'll have to sift through the suggestions and choose your selections wisely, the first pie chart showed 609 nominations for just 76 seats, the other 76 seats stacked by the Tories, full of Uncle Toms as well, that's typical of the dirty tricks they're always pulling. The scary thing was the Unknowns, all these delegates standing for mystifying agendas, from this distance it could well be the cabal that the Little Mental Asylum wanted, seems he understands that sort of thing, presides over one in Cabinet and wants to impose it on the rest. Be better to have a Little-Chook-With-It's-Head-Cut-Off running things, what's the difference.
There's the rerun of the Australians for Native Title And Reconciliation National Day Of Action Saturday October 11th Rally At Sydney Domain 3.30pm, so I will try to drag hisself along, good day for it, the last rally canceled due to rain, I luv the rain, cripes this a dry country, nothing like a rally in the rain, bit of a rain-dance does ya good, but today it's back to normal, clear, blue, and hot. And the Ozone hole is back just as big so they say, better block-out the Ultra Violet.
So difficult to mobilise hisself to get out and about, poor I had a quick breakfast with Houie, got ready and caught the train, the strange world of the train crowd, the tattooed father of baby twins, and one of those love guffing sweet women, as you would expect was a Hostess in a Bar type thing, spose, a very personable woman, and then this man innocently chatting up the smiling woman, these babies had made the carriage very clucky, turned out he'd really been doing a line, had suggested a cup of coffee, she was incensed, And he said he was a family man... ...
Arrived in the city buzzing with Saturday Morning Shoppers, right underneath that Big Ho-Hum Penile Tower every city has now, I bought a Beautiful Falafel Roll, with chilli, a bit, the girls were nice, the guy wanted to swap my hat, that green floppy thing does the job... Walked up Martin Place to the Hospital and went out into the Domain, hundreds there already.
I signed in on the Petitions, and the Sea of Hands of non-bio-degradable plastic hands, at least recyclable, to be planted all over the Parliament House un-mulched, non-maintenance-free Lawn, yeeech.
The big figs, nearly all old ones, provided the shade, there were people laying about all over, a beautiful spot in the shade, the sea breeze was blowing in and just cooled me perfectly, found a seat, up the back, perfect, cept one of the biggest figs would have to be wood-chipped to see the stage properly. The Quiet boy sat there, he had some mental affliction, outwardly he was a normal young bloke, and his doting mother trying to be friendly. So I made a few remarks and she relaxed and talked, both Ignoring the Quiet him in between, and his twitch, so they moved on.
Next in line was Our ABC, Ex-Sound man, he had that King Ralph visage, he used to run Parliamentary Broadcasting, I mentioned the Male And Female Parliaments, and he opened up like a book, got his living history of politics from the mid-sixties, actually being there amongst it all.
King Ralf had an opinion on everything, told me about one of his sons, and his rejection of politics, and Me told him how there were times when no one really knew your own families politics, let alone your friends, and worst of all your lover's, how my Dad had kept his left leanings to only me and my eldest sister, the other sisters had all ended up over the chasm, they couldn't believe he was a Labor Man.
And King Ralf said how some people could have their politics and religion all so covered up you'd never know, but I amn't in there with them anymore, that non-committal room is the pits. The Masons wont get political they reckon.
And the King Ralf got wound up to reveal the Microphone Crisis, during Parliamentary broadcasts and tapings there was this background murmur of Bullshit... Bullshit... The Speaker called King Ralf in to haul him over the coals, Get rid of those interjections, so Our ABC, being cost conscious, knocked back the 2000 quid upgrade, all hell broke loose.
He remembers pissing in the Old Parliament Urinals with on either side the Prime Minister chewing out the Attourney General, as if Ralf wasn't there... A very astute judge of things King Ralf was, always played his cards close to his chest though, and even when I suggested a Government Intervention to purposefully switch from coal fired power to other methods, then I got Ralf's nod, I suggested he do a session on Living History and record it all for posterity, if there ever will be any.
Hazel Hawk made a lovely speech, I wondered if she wrote it, sounded like Hazel though, she did the Feeling and Righteous and Just, and threw in some figures too, she had the ideas good women would hold as true, she was loved by the crowd, a real warm applause for Hazel, King Ralf was in praise of her too.
But the speaker who caught I'm attention was Rick Farley the Farmers Friend, he had his own set of points, The Four Point Plan, if those Tories could just count, hope I Can remember it, one was the Native Title issue wont ever go away, that's the true Certainty they don't take on board, it will always be there underlying every decision, it has to be, so should other interests besides Native Title, there are Species Diversity and Natural Heritage interests as well.
There is no use in trying to impose Statute Laws to override the Common Law rights, they will always be arguing in the courts, or take it to international law, and as one Government can pass Statutes to affect the Native Titles, another Government can repeal them, a fruitless pointless futile exercise.
And the Olympics would spotlight the illegal land grabs and could result in a series of boycotts, or reductions of prestige and reputation. And the Aboriginal Community themselves should be allowed to assume the Mantle of the Original Owners, the proud ancestral Original Inhabitants, and given due reverence and regard in the scheme of things, to make them a proud and respected people in the eyes of the world, who would flock to pay to see their unique culture and traditions and art and expression, a wonderful culture for a proud nation.
The Seat I had commandeered was on the road, a cast of thousands wandered past, excellent position, coveted, so many lovely lonely girls. Was it worth losing your seat to pursue though... ...
The Highlight was the Wik Woman, Gladys Tybingoompa, and her Uncle, she was worldly wise that one, he spoke in the Wik Language his tale as told to the Tories, and Gladys Tybingoompa translated in a very eloquent turn of phrase, she had an accent that isn't heard enough, she was a Hazel Hawk sort of lady, and then she danced to the Clap Sticks, interrupted to chide the audience that if they were gonna clap then clap in time, so they decided to wave their arms Hot August Night Style, jesus fancy remembering that, she was The Wik dancer outside the High Court that day when they recognised their rights to their Traditional Lands... The Day that is now under threat...
The next to rush to my side was The Rhodesian, he wanted someone to talk to, had an accent-less voice, I couldn't place him, it was just plain English, again he was spot on in politics and humour, had a laugh about it all, some of the nicknames, and then the warm handshake, why did he migrate, cause he felt like a man without a country, and wanted this adopted one to be a proud and peaceful home... He was OK, for a white man, ha.
They were Lining up to talk to Me, one woman was enthused with Mick Dobson who was greeted like a Nelson Mandela, and he spoke slow and deliberate and warmed it up in the end with a few strong words to smash some of the perceptions, this woman reminded me of someone, and as she moved about to get photos, she would give the little smile and wave.
Towards the end in the twilight the crowd huddled in and one of those magic moments it was, dancing about with some Fabulous Music and the City Skyline and the first Shine from Jupiter up there so bright, and the music took over, I was off the planet, and a final song by all the entertainers doing a choir thing, was a fabulous song, which I sang... can't remember it now. Wanted En-Cores but time limitations, permits, regulations, by-laws and all, denied us, for the common good, so they drifted away.
Jesus now the railways were announcing the next train as Runway 9 All ready to Takeoff, so I was t being completely self indulgent, and a woman who wants to be so too, in her own way, which works in nicely, cause this girl was reading Wild Swan, the transplanted Oriental.
This young bloke sat opposite, big tall guys prefer to sit in the long carriages, he was a Student Boy with wedding pictures, Give us a look, says Me, he'd been to show his Mum, he wanted to do Computer Science, Me told him get into the Food Industry, everybody always eats, and talked about computers, his HSC Levels animated him, he didn't know about the Republic, Me asked him if he voted, No, not yet, next year, then You'll have to vote, and You'll have to make your mind up, and he reckoned he'd know by then.
Yippee! Here I am home from a wonderful Anti-Racist Rally to hear the Tories have almost been dropped in South Australia, what a wonderful thing, and the Democrats have picked up the Disillusioned-With-Tory numbers, huge vote, a landslide against the Tories, saw an advertisement where the Labor guy sits in so few seats in Parliament, with so small a voice, carried an image that ad. Having a lopsided Parliament is not a good thing, or is it, so the voters nowadays are going a Suck-It-And-See, and of course the Tories come out sour as all hell, so they spit them out, out of this election could've come a Labour ~ Democrats Coalition, they really need the Greens too.
Bob Ellis at the SA Election painted a picture in his Light Beer Enhanced Imagery speaking of the limp, and at the same time tense, soon to be, Ex-Premier of SA, and the amiable Mike Rand the Labor Man, and Bob Ellis spoke most eloquently, but was graciously discounted by the more Adelaideian Church City locals, they said it was talk you'd only hear down the bottom of a pretty beer garden on Sydney's Northern North Shore, or something spivvy like that. Poor Bob Ellis got refuted, the SA's didn't see the wisdom of his words. But it was granted his inspired satire helped kill off Bronwyn Bishop's flurry with her tilt for the crown, god forbid, well Bob did it well I thort.
Even though the count had the Tories scraping home, the mood was not very buoyant at the Tory Party Victory Celebrations, what a swing for the Democrats, they say they are the left wing party now, Labor's too far into the middle.
Something fell from the sky tonite, there was streaking light in the sky, we are part of the universe after all, one of these days... the big melt-down... This is a difficult thing, to eat, and wax lyrical about, a Chili Chicken Dish, on top of Stir-Fry Chinesey Vegies, on top of Spicy Noodles, cripes what a struggle it is to be a hypocritical hedonist nowadays...
Aha, at last the brave Philip Man-In-Black Adams, I was just talking about him back channel, he's launched a look at the Hate Radio Jocks, somebody ought to, that influence they presume is way out of proportion and all comes from the direction of the Red-Neck Right, spose they're their own worst enemy, but they bring out the rabid, and Philip Adams evidently has said so.
A little piece on Our ABC, Seven Thirty Report had some revealing excerpts from their work on the listening audience, maybe it's made up of occasional sandbaggers like Me, to be aware of the drivel, Sam the Man takes the cake, but who employs those people, where are the decent radio advertisers who should jack up, where are the regulations, ha, where is decency, where is the competition from the Greeny Left, rolled over by profit hungry Right-Wing Propaganda. And that Religious bloke who kept the million dollar legacy from the Uniting Church, he allows that to happen, something awful there.
But over in the West they go further, they have a fundamentalist campaigner as well, with a red-neck racist rage flavour, just makes wrong people wronger, has a Nazi propaganda element too, a dangerous Un-Australian, Non-Aussie, Un-Fair-Go element, fancy having people like that influencing the public perception, no wonder there's so much raging madness, these Hate-Radio Jocks provide the Hate Model... They ploughed up the stinking smell that Pauline Hansonites take root in, they fertilise that monstrous section of humanity who do the genocides, thank goodness for Our ABC, and good on ya Philip Adams, even though he does interrupt Paul Davies when I'm lissening... ...
After doing the news with Houie over the Southern Aurora Breakfast, the beautiful day beckoned and Me took a trip down to the jetty, check out the conditions, been a while, and there are crabs back, they must hibernate, not as many, but the little Whitish ones and big Green ones, and the odd Purple ones, the bees are flat out, you can smell that honey, so strong, everything's so green after that wet weather, but the water, oh dear, scungy looking water, still a little murky in places, but it just doesn't bristle with life like it did, was a time you'd see in a 1m strip about a 1000 fingerlings flashing upstream, nothing now.
Sad to be one Yodeller down, the squeaky clean John Denver lost to the world, he was one of those whose music put the flavours into an era, music is one of the most difficult things to explain in the Universe, how one small snippet of sound can bring to mind an entire track, the recall unravels some how, I think it's Mandelbrot wise, one small trigger generates the next connections, from a small compressed sample sound to an enormously complex expansion, you always know what's coming, and then there's the Hits, John Denver had his own Sound, how so many from one culture define all their hits, and yet say, India, has another music altogether, and that Wind Chiming Chinese Music, so different, and there are all these tones and harmonics, evidently John Denver had some of that magic with his occasional Yodel, and then he was Rocky Mountain High too, takes you away some of these familiar sounds...
So for the youth who've got the right submissive attitude they can put their slavery hours at McMurders towards their Schooling, what a heartless joke, what a complete degradation, so if you make a good downstairs servant they'll tick you off on the Higher School Certificate, and if you muck up what does that mean, McMurders can dock you of a matriculation, there's no place in the school system for such another evil Tory influence. Spose it will be the Casino next, all those Competitive Places who need to squeeze down Noddy Workers, Nursing Homes your next career move, as a cleaner spose, have your assessment based on how miserable you can be and still wear a McMurders Smile... ...
And then these Right Wing Tories have set up the same deep divisions in society between the Haves and Have-Nots, and the same historic sequence of events, there'll be the slow Unionisation, the strikes, and pickets, and scab fights, and losses, and police, and security mercenaries, the same old Worker-Boss divisions that were settled years ago, the treaties, the accords, the arbitration, the awards, the agreements, these Tories reckon they can rip up the conditions with their silly reforms, living standards fought for during the whole Industrial Revolution, and then boast about it and cream off their profits.
Another little gem where the Armed Forces used to source their cutlery with an Aussie Company, a good little business, the Tories struck them down and imported through some shonky deals, The Black Bishop presiding over it, there's something terrible sick there, reminds me of last night's movie where Peter Sellers played a dozen roles in a French Brothel Occupation movie with the Nazis, would have been a walk in role for Bronny, and Pauline too, the uniformed look.
And now some accolades for one of My Favourite imps, Stuart Legal-Beagle Littlemore, he's been on a crusade, tilting at the windmills of Singapore's suing the Living out of it's Political Opposition, Stu went over to scrutinise, Media-Watch-Wise, the latest legal action, and copped a bagging by My Other favourite Richard Ex-Late-Line Ackland, now having two champions parrying and thrusting about is a dilemma. The intimidation all came to light in the glare anyway, was good to see this pitiful whingeing Letter to the Editor in Sydney Morning Herald, 'twas whether Stu used poetic license to describe the PM's preferential tea drinking. Good on ya Stu, and I just hopes he doesn't sue over Ackland's piece... Be good to see them interview one another...
History, love these changes of fate, Sheryl Kernot has gone to Labor, she made a fantastic speech and dropped the Tories right in their own mess, she went through the litany of disasters to just about every sector of the community, and got stuck into the Tories Dearth Of Decent Philosophy, she done good, I am pleased, Sheryl Kernot has a real leadership potential there, an historic move to be a real vote gain for Labor, to defeat the worst Tory Outrage that Australia has ever had, or will again...
They had an excited Media Scrum on that strange Lawn Fetish outside of Parliament House, there was Sheryl standing diminutive beside Kim, but a big woman, an ideal couple to lead Australia through into the new Millennium, now an icon of the schedule in things human, Kim reckons she's courageous, they want the renewal, and new blood, Labor will be the next Government with Prime Minister Kim Beazley and Deputy PM Sheryl Kernot, that ought to do it, that's who Australia really is, they represent an Australia we can all be proud of again.
Sheryl will play an important role, just getting elected will steal the limelight from Wun-Off-Nation garbage, and Sheryl will be priceless in the campaign against the Little Blithering Bludgeonor, and the talents of Sheryl will give the campaign those wonderful words she can sprout, she's got a school teacher delivery that works, she's got the ears of people who liked the Statesmanship of what Paul Keating said too,
So I now have two Leaders, Kim and Sheryl, a Mighty Couple to take over the Ship Of State, Sheryl ought to walk into the job of Deputy PM, an ideal Woman's Voice on Governing this man's world, be so good to have her voice in the Cabinet Room, she'll keep the Bastards Honest from the Inside, have to get that little speech she made today, said a lot. Cause I had already said it hisself...
That Little Dishonest Government the Tories dished up has the worst record of any ever, and at a time when so many important issues need some decent people to deal with them, they garbaged the best Prime Minister we ever had in Paul Keating, it was the dirtiest of tricks to bring unannounced policies out after the election, they played dumb dirty campaign concoctions from smartarse operators, it doesn't work, the public wont swallow their tricky-dicky bullshit after this experience... The Little Black Mark in History PM will drop below the mantle of Billy McMahon, he'll take the dump too, pretty soon it'll be where's the Little Swept Under the Carpet Twirp, no one would want to know... ...
So that's the best news for ages in getting rid of these Tories, there'll have to be the inevitable shock to the Democrats, but She is outraged at damage from the Little PM, She can't do anything from the Senate, the last Costello Budget swayed her, She had to stop the damage to the Fabric of the Nation, she can't imagine another term of Tory power being able to be fixed, could leave a permanent blot in history, damage impossible to repair, the division and intolerance is so deeply disturbing already, she has to be involved beyond her balance of power role, the Tories heartless policies putting people on scrap-heaps, manicly cost-cutting without regard for the consequences, crisis of confidence, how they were destroying the Tertiary World and ruining Public Education, alienated the Public Service, and their wild assault on the environment goes back to colonialism, the plight of diverse media ownership, and the Budget causing Nationwide Insecurity, they have lists to just get rid of people, they allowed Pauline Hanson to vilify, the Australian Nation lost it's standing in the world, they are shackled to old ideas of Thatcherism from which the world is moving on, have left a record of mediocrity in their wake, like Maggie, and they exploit the worst in people, let alone their own litany of failed, corrupt and incompetent Tory Ministers, they've turned a blind eye to racism, they have no vision... ...
And Sheryl was excellent although she had a cold, she is strong and resilient and she went on, she said, It is a very, very, important election, the Next Election is crucial to Australian History, She said we can't afford a Vision Vacuum, She will contest Tory So-Called Liberal seat of Dixon up in Queensland, regrets go to the Democrats, but the frustrations are too great, She can't stand in the middle any more, the great natural division, the chasm, means the Democrats will always be a third party, whereas Labor can form a government, She has to be there.
She is ready for the Tory attacks cause she knows Australians do not appreciate their brand of vilification in the personality campaigns, they are an insult to the intelligence of the electorate, both the big parties courted her to come across, but she sees the wisdom of intervention in the Holy Market, whereas the Tories are obsessed in their Fundamentalist Dogmas, the world is changing, to intervene is best, now that Labor is re-drafting it's future policies, she wants to be part of it, to restore the Caring Egalitarianism, new definitions in relationships between all the sectors, a new hope, a role in the policy rethink, she wants to build something that works, to restore confidence and trust and respectable public service... ... Well I reckon she's a welcome breath of experienced freshness.
Here's the Little Conspiracy Theorist saying she is acting out of ambition, only they could say that, oh spew, here comes the bagging of Sheryl, and it's with Mad Mike, he has already dropped in, she was the Cuckoo in the Labor Nest, thanks Mad Parrot-Like Mike, and it's a silly leadership conspiracy waffle, just can't stand it, poor Me, having two blackboard scratchers talking to one another, spew... So I better put it out on the Internet, no use in keeping it from the people... ha.
There is a culture of cynicism grown up so much in the Public Debate, now they go off like a reflex action, they seem so naïve to not know when to take what someone says as dutiful and statesmanlike, so Sheryl's declaration of her commitment to defeat the Tory Government comes out with all these cuckoos saying conspiracy crap, and then the Minister for Clowns the Wharfies Friend was all Where's the money coming from, dirty deal stuff that they take as normal, and they put out headlines like Defector, bluddy working class traitors.
And I will say here and now, no matter who they elect as the Democrats leader, Natasha Stott Despoia will be the only one to ever get her head on camera.
There's all these cute stories of late night meetings, decisions, the big jump, and she wasn't pushed, the drama of power brokers making a tryst, the compact, the pledge, cross your heart spit to die, the nod and the wink, part of the inner sanctum, she's been accorded a special piece of the action, that part she can play in the powerhouse, they actuoooooly decide things, not like that mob of Tory crazies, they dance to dogmas.
Didn't want to do this but it's just so bad, the Our ABC, Drive Time has one of those people who I just can't stand, but lissens with clenched teeth, they say that down the Antarctic huts, some people can become such an aggravation they get the Hut equivalent of Road Rage, well Mad Mike does that to Me, just Sooooooooooo Agggggggravating... oh god, on Our ABC, too, could just weep... ...
In contrast to which I fondly remember the John Doyle afternoon shows so long ago now, he would interview every Professor you could find and get them waffling on their favourite topic, taking them deeper and deeper into their own pet stories, he was fabulous, and funny, he is a dream to have there, and then would go along to those other Roy and HG events. But John Doyle could do the cooking sampling with such a scamp in him, and even all the cuffuffling sounded good with him, and he teased the news-girls but with a finesse... ... Whereas the current incumbent of Drive Time is as Roy would say A Hopeless Joke. The ultimate put-down. Another thing is Mad-Mike wouldn't last a second in Melbourne, there's a sophistication level on the air down there that Mike couldn't even wonder at.
In the same ilk there seems to be an accusation that Lawsie got saddled with contempt for something, his words have landed him in hot water, maybe that works for some individual matter, but these Hate-Radio Jocks have a far more destructive contempt for the Fabric of Society, their continual racist bigotry works the same as the Nazi propaganda, kids get to think it's ok to carry on like them, bring back political correctness, good manners, in the meantime... prick their balloons...
Today comes out of something perfect, is unreal, Pooch is laying out on the grass, he's been for a swim already and is drying out, the Jasmine has burst out all over, knocks you out, the place is so green and bushy, a secret garden, good day for a bike ride too.
I Saw the Alas Poor WoeWick Tory Minister for Families, he was shouted down on the Midday Show, the Grey Power being lucky enough to have such a high profile platform, where can the child care and all the other social services be given a voice against these cruel heartless cretins, poor WoeWick, he's been pulled out of the cocktail parties and chucked in the deep end with rest of the Tory Ministry, none of them can swim.
WoeWick gave the impression he didn't have his heart in it, maybe he needs Amanda sitting in his lap, or a Little Puppet PM, cause in this case it's the other way round, the Little Ventriloquist Doll's words are frothing in all the Minister's mouths.
There's been another carping reaction to Sheryl Kernot taking up the fight against this Tory Cabal, I always finds it difficult to believe just how twisted and distorted a simple tactical move gets portrayed, the Media and Call-Back Beat-Up about Sheryl becoming a Champion for Decency is mind-boggling, that same cretin curtain of misunderstanding comes out, they pulled the Arrogance label over Paul Keating, and now it's this crap about Defection for Sheryl, whereas Pauline Hanson gets Freedom of Speech and pandering garbage, is that the Tall Poppy Syndrome still giving those Cultural Cringers something stupid to say, one story had the white-board comments in the Democrats office, big deal.
But the Sheryl Kernot Acquisition by the Mighty Kim Beazley and the Labor Leadership ought to be a Turning Point, Labor will go on to win from here, and they have a new team to devise new policies too, and if they strike the balance between the Responsibilities of Governing for Welfare and the Environment, and introduce Regulations into the Holy Market, rid us forever of those discredited Eco-Rats, establish the Reconciliation with our Aboriginal Community and shame that Racial Bigotry, we'll all feel better, and Live with Labor with an Intellectual Responsibility.
Seems like a good idea for the Afrikaaners to set up their own Concentration Camp over in South Africa, maybe the Tory So-Called Liberal Party can go and live there, this separate place for them seems more appealing the more you hear of it, one way traffic roads in, be good, wish them luck as you wave them goodbye, maybe their Queen could move in too, fly the old flag, spose all their money would go on retirement homes, oh well it's that individualism they desire, isolation and ignorance, and just fade away. Metaphorically that's where the Tories are headed, maybe Maggie could run it for them, have them compete for the crumbs off her table, they love strictness and caning and self abuse, be perfect... Ayn Rand could write another book about it, call it the Little Bigoted Twirp Shrugged... ...
I heard of another story in apposition to that, out of an old historic
strike a journalist author inspired a left wing Utopian group to migrate to
Paraguay, the history makes interesting impacts, arriving as foreigners,
different language, colour, culture, eventually the successful blended,
retaining language frozen in time, and adopting and adapting to their new
homeland, some interest in their origins but wouldn't come back. Multicultural
Diversity welding them into a richer life, for some countries the Diversity is
their salvation and strength, Australia is country of migrants, ancient and
recent, diverse and full of potentials, the old melting pot idea, the Tory
Divisionism, Divide and Rule is Anathema for Australia now... ...
Cripes, it's Sheryl's Inspiration to put Statesmanship back into the Debate,
good on ya Sheryl... I luv's ya baby...
'Twas on Our ABC Radio National, Rachels' Spirit of Things Forum and Bishop Spong throwing his weight around, he has a skeptics charisma, the Atheist in the audience, which I was drawn to join, raised the fear of the xtian's ethics, how disturbing it is that they don't worry about life here and now, have some silly notion that god will provide, and ruin the planet cause of some dreamy notion they're going to another life afterwards, and the Barbara Theiring interpretations, scholarly words which refute the literal fundamentalist blockheads, and if the questions were too hard Rachel suggested they leave them to mull over. These Religious Folly Followers must be feeling pretty stupid now, fancy being superstitious, don't wanta grow up.
I have been with some closer friends and talking of the problems with some mutual couples, the strains and stresses they put upon one another. There are those who are forcing people to be lovers, with jealousy and threats, and those letting them make up their own minds, relying on happiness coming from You'll stay if you want to. These partners laying down the law, become the stalkers and harassers in split ups, real pains in the proverbial. But then some people prefer to be professional victims, thrive in the pressure cooker life with an obsessive... Not for Me... I wanted to stay in several times, but then he kept looking.
They say it's a generation Searching For Spirituality too, Television-Teaching leaving people clutching for meaning, searching for heroes is the instinctive thing, looking for other more real gods, more substantial than silly miracle superstitious stuff, the lure of the Mysterious East, Chasing Buddha and the like, for a lot of whispered words or fiery frustrations with fellow travelers, and they search, on and on, and tell about it, on and on...
And then they reach their version of the Ultimate Guru Have you searched and looked everywhere, Yes, Yes, and the promises, It All Will Be Revealed, and after suitable contributions the Guru finally whispers, There Is No Answer, Shhh, this is the Enlightenment that seekers have sought all along, do not shatter their dreams... Aha, they say, what wisdom, and see the Light, and never get their money back, unless a spiritual seeker passes by and... Did you know there is no answer? Oh. Don't be silly, no one's gonna tell me, I'll find out for myself, how much does this course cost?
The Hollywood perceptions that take hold, from the days when Movies would turn to the Boffins for assurance and answers, the future relying for Salvation on Scientists, well it has all changed, Scientists and their media reputation, has them portrayed nowadays as Bought-Off By Big-Business, as being the problem themselves, as against solving problems, or making life easier. I have more faith in Science emanating from Publicly funded CSIRO style University Institutions than what comes out of Fossil Fuel Funding and the Genetic Engineering Business Research.
Wonder what a graduated vote value would bring, by inversely proportioning your wealth to your vote, poor people would be approaching a full vote, rich people's vote would be small fractions, what a wonderful thought, vote value redistribution, ha. Have to stick with 1 in 10 million or so, what is a vote worth, Hmmm, it's all you got. Worth a lot more in Tassie for the Senate, and in the old Constitution you got ten Senators each, from every State, whereas in the Tories Constitutional Convention you get three from Tassie and Twenty From New South Wales, who said the Senate was unrepresentative swill.
The Political Left and Right assessments and a morality graph, like I put Sure-Bet-Jeff of the Casino Persuasion at opposite ends of the esteem scale to say the Dalai Lama, but down the bottom Jeff looks down on Dog, who looks down on the Little Twirp at the bottom of the heap, how low can you go. How long does it take for the blind one-eyed perceptions of the public to realise it's OK now to be disparaging about the Little Hopeless Joke. It amounts to football fan analogies, that's the moronic mass the pollies have to appeal to, a mass of votes cast in an "everybody says" crowd. That's the pity about private media and the consumers of drivel.
Bottom of the 3rd World heaps, people reduced in poverty, resorting to making a living in the most diabolical of ways, Deforestation, Prostitution, Dynamiting Coral, Mining Rubbish Tips, selling their souls in Slavery, the aftermath of the 1st World's so-called success. Say their silly god did come back and was charged with redistributing the wealth, giving all living things a fair go, where would the Beneficent Being Begin?
Out of all the news the most starkly repulsive images flood in from Africa, they seem to be the victims of one Capitalist Gook after another, little Mercenary Emperors with too much money, so Who's Running Africa? Those Global Giants of the Exploiting Capitalist Big Business? Who wanted the Bougainvillians put down, not too good on Public Welfare, yet they go unscathed, unregulated, unhinged and ruin the planet, the Communists didn't seem to have as bad an effect did they? Who does Shell listen to for instance? The click-click-click of the petrol pump spose.
I am inspired again, an opportunity of a lifetime to paint a number on a gutter, or plant a Palm in an Olympic Lawn, Duh? or even to be directed to weed the Tweed, should the whim of the whippers decide, Work for the dole, a wonderful way to have your attitude brainwashed, and a sup to the Right Wing Hate Radio Whingers who don't want to believe that real jobs are gone.
Out in the countryside, the services dry up, the options shrink, the lifestyle stagnates and the competition for freedom of choices prevails, now has a sole Private English Radio Monopoly, Duh? Again. What local community? Must be a wonderful life on the land, competition policy, live or die, survival of the killers.
What a glorious plea from the Victorian Tory So-Called Liberal's Heartland, Bring back Paul Keating, The Vision-Splendid-Man, the course for the Australian Nation to take with Asia, and these hostile remarks directed at the Little Asian Up-setter about to take off on another Flying High trip again, and coming from the Tory So-Called Liberal king-makers. While the Rat's away the Mice will play, so the Clown and Dog will be the entertainment, I might go watch the crabs...
The Little-Insult-To-Tolerance-Target must be feeling more nervous every treacherous day. But his dear friend the WA Tory Premier has a family cult which spreads some god's light from their hands and fixes things, cancers and broken down cars, is this what drives the Tory Philosophy then, cripes, sounds like magic, if only you could sell it... ...
The Lobbying Church, some xtians from Melbourne putting forth lists, some targets like reducing unemployment to 4% and having 27% GDP taxation by increasing top 10% earners and reducing bottom 10%, providing funding for public services and housing, not often I agree with them, it's about time they pushed for something more sensible. 'Tis a secular world however, are they still hearing voices, will this mean the other fundamentalists will put in an ambit claim, wonder what the Taliban would have on their list. Was a story of cross pollination during the DLP days, how Catholics got into the Conservative Ranks, and now Sheryl has returned home, her Grand-dad being a Proud Unionist now, and Jennie ACTU President George a closer friend, Ah, it's good to see the Light.
And the odd story of kindness, they showed this Kid's Camp for young offenders. Youth in Search, this charismatic reformed boy passes a microphone around a room to have them all listen to each others woes, and they use kindness to drain away the anti-social fevers, looks a bit wide-eyed, but they reckon it all helps, somewhere to belong, an extended family, ought to be publicly funded and secular, the pedophile churches kept out.
Last night there was the delightful Natasha, Daylight being second in the Democrat's Leadership Stakes, she was being Natasha on Our ABC, Good News Week, with the wonderful Julie McGrossen, is it, and was an excellent show again, as well it appears Paul McDermott was found to be Our ABC's less sexier man than, reeetch, Mad Mike, the real good news is that Mad Mike is being wooed to go away, Pleeeeeeeeeeeze god, take him. Ellen Fanning appeals to Me, she could be interesting... she don't have a daughter mucking about with Lachlan does she.
What is Australia the Fair-Go Country coming to, under the wrecking rule of this Tory Craziness now there are armed stalkers following Unionists around up in Emerald, harassing them out of town, the Arco Mine fired the whole workforce, and shut the mine, and ordered evacuation of the Company Housing, in four weeks, and brought in an army of mercenaries, strutting around like Nazi Brown-shirts and terrorising the workers.
And this Tory Government has that as their Intimidation Policy for the Workplace, the storm-troopers have been purchasing special Dum-Dum bullets for the pistols they pack in their bumbags, extra large gut sized bumbags at that, talking tough to each other on mobile phones and using sneering "Sir" talk on the victims, We are only obeying the Law of the Tory WorkPlace Agreements, Sir, and who do we have to thank for this, the Little Let's Start A Massacre Fascist Twirp, the Little Flack-Jacketed Jerk.
If the Conspiracy Theorists ever wanted an example of what can become of you if you buck the Right Wing System, there's the perfect example, here's a whole town being invaded by Government sanctioned armed men, being paid to scare off the towns Unionists, the black market in the weapons on the Little Gun Buy Backs Lists must be doing a roaring trade, fancy introducing that into Australia, no wonder Sheryl Kernot is now supporting the Unions, having a Tory Union War in Australia is gonna make wonderful ammunition in the Election Campaign.
High tide today was in places it seldom ever gets, lovely green sea water of the big tidal flushes, sometimes it makes it further up the river, did so today, was lapping about at the top of the tidal marks, nice cool breeze was cleaning off the surface, the other day at low tide there were hundreds of little crab claws picking and chewing, even the Green Snake Headed Crabs were back at work, the face on their backs works in both directions, very scary. The brown choking fine weed had gone, even a few little fingerlings were flashing about... ...
Had Me thinking about the Greenhouse and the rising water levels, makes images of Australia being a series of Islands along the Blue Mountains, and then a new Shallow Sea would inundate the complete interior spose, be Native Fishing Rights they'd be fighting over, and then the move to the high ground, how would they accomplish it? just let Gold Coast Development sprawl all over the remaining water front land, every block would have a water view, Water water everywhere ne'er any drop to drink... ...
Land, dry land shrinking, the Promised Land going under the Great Flood, Ha, the Real Estate Agent in the Sky gave them a bum steer again, does that Beneficent Being ever get anything right? The great migration to higher grounds, it seems that is really gonna be the future, blub blub blub...
They make a luvly couple, with Mighty Kim and Sheryl standing together in the House of Reps makes me wonder about the Senate, Now the Greens have to be the Third Party, maybe Bob Brown and Natasha Stott DesPoia ought to team up, like a marriage is off the agenda you'd expect, but Bob Brown has got the Fate of the Planet in his Platform, it's so important for the Greens to be there, maybe Natasha should woo Bob a little more and make a pact, the Green-Democrats for the Future, keep the Bastards from Drowning... ...
Laid down on the grass this morning just above the high tide, watched it turn, came up and waffled and went down, Pooch was rolling about on the grass too, beautiful day, a few finches, so tiny, flitting about in my Realm, although Our ABC, had Sandy McCuthemoff churning up the fears and courage and outrage of the machinations of the Asian Tigers, I went to sleep in the sun, christ knows what wrigglies crawled over him.
Just bleary eyed enough for Me to hear one voice say all foreign investments should stop and only money raised in Australia used to put the infrastructure back in order, Sandy left him there, and another bloke managed to say that our neighbouring Asian Tigers inspired violence against workers representatives had suppressed Unionism, which was never reported in a controlled media, and why should goods fashioned from human rights abuses and misery be taking jobs away from innocent Australians. So be prepared for markets drying up for Aussie goods and more cheaper stuff dumped on the market, the anniversary of the '87 Crash too, Jitters.
On top of that the latest Sydney Morning Herald series on the Massive Un-Employment Misery introduced into Australia, a whole way of life had been left behind, living standards and opportunities the envy of the world have gone, so depressing, what with one thing and anther, the mortality questions, I have lost interest, just hearing the garbage this Tory Gov sprouts out today was too much.
And then there were these sad stories about old people living in neglect, Nursing Homes run of profit and business bottom lines, should never let privatisation infect health, and there was another horrifying treatment they dished out to a baby girl who had a deadly infection, doctors cut off her arms and legs, what a treatment. God, to think how millions of other kids are crawling over rubbish tips too... I have had enuff for one day...
Maybe some sleep, a new day... Cheer up, the Little Uncomfortable Uptight Upstart has left the country again... going for another trip-up... Spose there'll be Dog being a wag again...
Another speech by ex-PM Malcolm Frazer, talking about Australia's place in the World, at the Honkers Handover, the Chinese Premier considered him a Friend of China, Tell me About Pauline Hanson. And Malcolm told him, Excuse them for they know not what they do, a small mad minority... ... OK, Yes, said China, but what does Australia think about it Really, so Malcolm told him they still had to make up their minds.
And then the size of the Aussie voice, the Aussie Population, How big? 50m? Malcolm reckoned the thinking for most of this century was to Grow the country with migration, make jobs, each migrant family would require housing and essentials and create demand and create jobs, that thinking was reversed in Pauline Hanson's case, and migrants, she said, were now taking jobs.
Her constituency, Pauline's Poverty stricken Poor were real and desperate with Irrational Fears of being Asian-ised, whereas in the cultural sense Australia has lapped up the Asian influences in the Diversity, the Workplaces, Restaurants and Transformed Suburbs, and I now consider myself part Asian too, an Austral-Asian, it's fabulous, spose that makes me an Asian Cave Hermit, Ha.
And Malcolm said that American-ised Australia need never look to America or Europe for help in any conflict, they just wont get involved, the ANZUS treaty was a useless hangover from WWII, and cost Aussie's trading leverage. And the biggest threat was the USA Religious Right running a crusade to demand the Independence of Taiwan. A war of sovereignty to join in on? On Who's side? China has always had sovereignty of Taiwan and allows the two systems to co-exist, this agreement was made long ago.
Malcolm wanted Australia to update and make clear it's intentions to be part of Asia and tie in to the fortunes of our neighbours, and to detach from having the US Society as Australia's voice.
These Inquires that take on Witchhunt proportions are less than impressive I reckon, and now this Drawn Out Drama Of Naming Names has seen a cardboard box plonked on the table of Parliament which will have the Pommy Police Commissioner take a geek at. On the assumption that if you can't trust the Police Commissioner who can you trust? Like could you ask the Catholic Bishops to rule on the Pedophilia Folders?
Mad Mikes attempts at humour are like pulling faces to be funny. Wonderful news to hear Mad Millions Mike is being wooed to go away, thank god, hope it's with Lawsie and Parrot, like Jo and Flo and Peanuts, they all deserve one another.
Looks like the Newcastle community will be put to the test, the camaraderie of the Football Grand Final to be stretched by the Union Bashing Mining Companies who've refused to arbitrate in the courts, so now with the Union escalation to close down the City, the Tory Stooges will claim the secondary boycotts legislation will apply, the Aussie Unions wont be intimidated, so blood in the streets, again, hundred years go by, then they are at it still, can't wait for the Tory Intimidation Government to be kicked out, wont be long now, hee, hee, hee.
The whole sweep of media coverage against the Tory Bigots has been quite remarkable, the tide has changed, they are on the way out. The Governor-General Sir William Deane, the Conscience of the Nation, making some excellent speeches, much to Monarchists Chagrin, he has been fabulous, heard another speech he made comparing the inequities of the Aboriginal Community, refuting head-on the Wun-Nation claims, which they say on the Internet is now linked to by so many of the Religious Right Racist Groups, what wonderful allies they'll make, good associations for the election campaign. Pauline who?
Every night now when I wanders around outside the sky is looking more impressive of late, Venus is so bright sitting in between Mars and Antares the Red Star of Scorpio, and on Mars the Sojourner is still doing the odd things when the clock works, seems the time has slowed down in the cold or something, wakes up at the wrong time, crucial thing time, and as well as those magnificent orbs in the sky there is Saturn coming over the horizon in the East, just after sunset, the rings are visible in the right equipment, and Cassini is on it's way, Titan is about to have it's floating icebergs checked out, Me took Houie out to see it all last night, and then to hear there are plans afoot to shine Nike Ads onto the Moon's dark bits, or a big Yellow M.
Another interesting little soiree on Our ABC, Lateline, and had Labor's Simon Crean talking on Work For The Dole, saying to take the concept further, getting into bed with Industry Policies where the assistance comes with deals and strings and commitments, Simon Crean is worth listening to, he's right in there at the heart of Labor Policy, he might end up Prime Minister too, I wouldn't mind cause Dog would hate it, there's a joy in that.
All that stuff Malcolm Frazer went on about a Bigger Voice in Asia, Malcolm's 50 million population, goes right against the Dr Tim Flannery's argument about the Natural Diversity Disaster and Sustainability risks, there's that distinctive gap in thinking you get on the either side of politics, the Tories seem to work on strategies of getting on top, while the Left tend to be concerned about everyone, and everything, it seems there's a greedy self centredness put against a sharing selflessness.
But the Tories wont admit to the greedy impulse, like the Dog with his new Family Trusts amendments, wants to be able to avoid paying tax, a tricky little write off your profits with unrelated losses, it's a Tory Trick, but Dog was there making a goat of hisself again today. Family Trusts, self interest, pool your gains and losses into trust written off and redistributed, paying no tax, more tricks from Dog. They reckon he hasn't got anywhere near the numbers to topple The Clown Wreath, let alone the Little Embarrassment.
Was an interesting week for Breast Feeding and how it was advocated to give babies all sorts of assistance in the early weeks, remembering how the Houie And I idea of having a Mother's Milk Business putting cartons on the shelves in supermarket, was a funny talk in working out the milking bales, a factory floor of Lounge Chairs, but then there was the weaning talk how some stayed on till 9 ¼, My lucky number, ha, and then the Western concepts of sexy breasts where the older weaned child was discredited as Men acting like Babies.
These Spring Days makes the trip down the jetty all the more close to nature, and today was somehow different again, a small head was bobbing across the water, about as big as your hand, it was some sort of Brown Kangaroo Rat swimming across and it hopped away sniffing the river bank on the other side, fast, bigger than a rat and fawn, light brown. Then a Diver Bird surfaced, it came up under my feet and chucked a willy, dived and exploded out of the water like a missile, and the rare black cockatoos flew over from another era of flight.
Lying out in the natural world, so cool and comfortable, away from the hot sun, and in the denser darker shade of the mangroves the sky is blue and clear, and there is a planet up there, shining in broad daylight, a white light hanging in the sky must be Jupiter cause the others don't show till later in the night, another world out there, there are other chaotic collision disturbances in the general expansion, they say there's some Hubble photos of spectacular Star Forming Gas Clouds, showing the swirling discs of planetary matter about them, remember seeing some computer animated Galactic Collisions back into the Carl Sagan days, one spiral galaxy would end up a smoke ring, shot through the heart.
There's something of a theme in the Collision of Galaxies, being attracted to one another and having babies, two adult parts of the Universe collide and produce new entities which are born will grow old and collapse and die, isn't that living...
Black Holes having a strange quality, one bloke reckons that after the cataclysm of the Supa-Nova the remaining condensed matter appears to assume a size of seven solar masses, a constant type of presence, could be believable as the crushing onion effect of all the heavier elements way down to the same central core of black hole, the rest of the star sprays the elementary atoms, to make things like us, away in a loud puff, maybe big stars make more gold, more everything, but then someone reckoned there could be a black hole at 14 solar masses, some magic about seven, I wonder if they're shaped like Mandelbrot seeds, a romantic notion, and yet again there is the theory of refrigerator sized black holes lensing the lights out there, and accounting for the missing mass, I am skeptical, but a certain sized black hole seems feasible.
Looks like Honkers is in trouble, emptied out they reckon, no one goes there for the excitement anymore and now the currency makes it that much more expensive and now the Stock Market, so Capitalism has gone from boom to bust, and the poor will suffer, looks very jittery, the Big Dipper has stopped ratcheting up it seems.
The Tory Ex-Messiah Hewson is crowing, he reckons this Tory Government is causing widespread disappointment, the deposed leader putting the boot in into the Little Lost The Plot Twirp, made a good list of all the hopeless failures in the record so far, then goes on to stomp on his daughter, She's no intellectual giant, takes after him then, Hewson of the Mad Eyed Eco-Rat Religion with a Baptist Chant that nobody wanted when Keating showed them up for a rabble in '93, The Mad Gleam was back saying as how all his business cronies wanted taxes changed to suit themselves better, be interesting if the Right Wing had to raise the taxes as a percentage of GNP, and the Left Wing had to spend it, two systems to vote the bastards in, ha.
And now the dirty washing, dear oh dear, I have been hearing of Wun-Nation dissension, resolving differences by banning people, forcing resignations, acting like tin-pot dictators, from Pauline and her Advisers, the Triumvirate Headless Chook, her Group of Clansmen, the destabilisers of the conspiracy kind. I reckon she'll be tossed and a certain sneaky bloke will get hisself a senate seat.
All this talk about China and the future and the American threat to it all, then the Chinese suppression of human rights, no opposition, no freedom to speak, no trade Unions, the democracy questions, looking back in history, the first real Opposition Party in modern Parliaments were the Labor Parties of the Industrial Unionists, the only power of democracy is to put in an Opposition Alternative Government to the Rich and Powerful, when China allows Unionists to Collectively Bargain without being intimidated, that would be a major step.
And there was an argument about soap-boxing one another, like the USA reckons China is down on human rights and China reckons the USA is worse, and some USA people say use the big stick and make them obey the Holy Market like Taiwan does, and then the bleeding hearts say, move on together in friendly union and all change for the best with patience and tolerance, which path will tread through peace is the question.
Then there's Tibet, the genocide, the Chinese say it's expanding their national influence throughout their territories, just as the colonials did to America, Australia, Africa, so who is the Capitalist West to tell them what to do in Tibet, and then the pity of Tibet, the wonderful Dalai Lama and the Culture and idea of that Nirvana, the peaceful nature of the people, the indigenous people being overrun, it's the most terrible shame to see another deep philosophical culture be trampled in the name of profitable exploitation and indiscriminate progress, ha.
So they waltz about pointing fingers at China's short-comings and stir up internal ferment and applaud the civil disobedience in Tiannamen Square and then bewail the ruthless suppression, And when the trouble breaks out will join Taiwan to install some sympathetic government and then they'll call the troops home 50 years on and then what... ... China will always be China. That the Jesus Crusade model with a large amount of Real Estate Agent. Will picking on China change their ways, is the USA gonna insist on a bigger Vietnam Style War. So maybe the USA ought to shut up with it's criticism and make itself a good model of Capitalism first, people in glass houses... ...
I got to thinking how much had gone wrong the world over, a crisis in all aspects of life it seems, the Economies collapsing and it presents a wonderful opportunity really, the exposure of the king with no clothes is coming at the right time, if ever the Left ever had the chance to put into place some Welfare Provisions and Constitutional Guarantees to protect us from these Capitalist Frauds, now's the time, C'mon Sheryl, and Labor let's see some decent common sense again.
The Law Reform Commission has finally got it's Report on the table, on the Wicked Ten Point Plans to steal the Aboriginal land, this is the report the Tory Attourney General tried to suppress, the Law Reform Commission Report joins the chorus of voices now raised in opposition the this ridiculous Little Man's ideas about politics. The Tory Back-Benchers are breaking ranks saying how the Wicked Ten Point Plan is an unworkable gobbledygook just like the Forty Pages of Nursing Home Rules for the Rich, the Death-Bed Contract with the sign it or else, they were remarking at how many Nursing Homes and Private Hospitals were connected to Real state Agents, so nice to have a Real Estate Developer look after you in your old age. Sign this and while you're at it sign this, what a pack of vultures.
Seemed to be one of those defining weeks, both personal and political, like there were a few old connections with past lives to be disturbed by, saddened by, and the prospects of new lives and even the enhancement possibilities, and there's the wonderful mail taking over thorts, and suddenly the world is navel gazing instead of booming, interesting times, I have to concoct a meal, a tasty spicy diverse meal from all the Cultural Diversity on the pantry shelves, or go see Houie and have a banana sandwich, decisions, decisions...
Talk-Talk-Talk, with Houie, he's been having some dicey days with death, but was good again once he's distracted from heart failure, giggling seems to cure him, got to the Life in Space again, travel with a BioSphere II Bubble of life support being ruled out, but intrigued with the microbial molten rock eaters and oil deposits, they reckon all planets might have them.
Houie likes to reconsider the ideas of original life, the microbial constructors of long chain carbon molecules, the building block atom, the brick work atom, the six sided connections, how it acts like a cube, simple structures with innumerable patterns bringing magical properties into being, like Houie and Me as prime examples.
And then the probe into Titan to find some hot water under the ice, in darkness, what could be swimming about down in there, and the conjecture about the living Universe, and how it got started and Why and Where did the Rules come from, and the fortunate conjunctions of time and physics and history to create an Earth, I love that talk and considering the possibilities, the probabilities and what's real as we know it, an example of what is reproducible all over the place, and that took several Pots of Tea and the consumption of an extravagant breakfast, well someone's got to do it...
Besides getting Other Worldly takes you away from all the crap going on here, ever since the first human family sat around a campfire one night, Mr Adam and Mrs Eve setting the course for a family which infects the life structures, breaks the food webs, destroys their perceived enemies and dreams up simplistic justifications for doing it, anyway the history of humanity assuming the Conceit Of Dominion over Fish Of The Sea, Foul Of The Air and life and death of Every Other Thing, and then to realise there never will be an escape to another Eden, nothing else, nowhere to go, just have another cuppa tea, and spew about the Little Gaseous Twirp squawking about the suffering of Rio Tinto.
More theories from the Our ABC, Science Show, one bloke bringing a Phase-Change into being at the point where the Universe freezes out it's rules at the crucial stage for existence, the point where this Universe became successful, like ice phase-changing to water, saying a great suds of Universes would fail to materialise, whereas this particular one would, and then another one had universes creating themselves inside black holes with their own space, saying how there may be a set of conditions to describe the big bang initial period, and then another set of rules to cater for the subsequent distillation of our physics, Hmmm, they say it's speculative, sounds so to Me. Being able to observe your own Universe and know what you know, from being part of it, feels more assuring,
And then this Theoretical Physicist who's now the God Guy of Cambridge, who takes this strange trip from reality to drop his conceptions of God into the talk, so weird, makes me think there's a faulty brain, like for the most part it works OK, and then goes off into GodLand and just screws up in weirdness, how the hell can they believe in that sort of guff, maybe that bloke just wanted the cushy job and to potter about in a retired life to the plaudits of cretins.
The other thing this God Guy skipped around was the inevitable futility problems with everything having it's own built-in death, the food-chains, the human life snuffing out, the Earth consumed by the Sun going Red Giant, the Milky Way going down the Black Hole Drains and the collapse of the Universe, just where does he fit in the resurrection of his puny blink of time in the sunlight, Oh there's no futility if you have faith... ... Streuth, that's a big wishful think if you ask Me, but no one ever does... ...
The Which Bank Cycling Classic finished today, and they have a team with the Australian Institute of Sport, the AIS Team, and the whole team and their Manager are being downsized due to budget cuts, and that team had such good prospects, and would take a decent image of Australia into the Tour De France World, a National Effort which would be bigger than putting shrimps on barbies, and they squibbed it with bottom line considerations again, spose they'll all troupe out to see the Great White Shark, the Greatest Whitest Export, thank god, see him come second though, selling air polluting cars, then again did you ever see so many support vehicles these Elite Cyclists have, amazin', I've been thinking of buying a motor-bike...
The cycling has got the image of the hardest stamina sapping sport, there's a blood test now that keeps red blood cells to a 50% limit, it's working to let the good clean healthy blokes come through and instead of seeing these Steroid Pumped Gawks bulging everywhere cept where it counts, these chemical freakos running about in sport, what a joke they are, and so the winner of the Hardest Sport is an ordinary looking normal and natural young fit bloke, with brains, André of Kazaztan, he learnt English in two years, most of the steroid crowd can't speak their native English... Was that a rant or what...
Everyone's exhausted and tuckered out and fed up, the heat is on at last, trading in the woollies for a hairy chest, which is what they need to weather the Bull Market, what a ride, and the more they say, Don't Panic! Ha, be interesting to see what the Holy Market dishes up for the world to swallow if there is a big shake out, like what will be left on the plate to eat? Interesting to see Honkers being propped up, they say it's like Stopping the Tide, they say things get dearer, other things at rock-bottom prices, they'll say, It's a good time to get cashed up, or would have been.
Looks like the Commonwealth of Nations, of the English Queen's, of the Union Jack's, hasn't got a moral statement to make, then the Smile, Tony Smiling Blair couldn't lead them to knock down the Little Smirking Twit, fancy seeing him gloat, I reckon if ever you see that face smile, it's false, like when he turned it on instantly the day he left, when they said, You're on, John, or that horrible worrisome Cruel-Things-Worked-Out smile, whenever he has what he thinks is a win, it puts the rest of us deeper into ... ... rising sea-water for one, Ummm, that'll do.
Been out in the daylight saving, a bit late, had some salad sandwiches with Houie and had such a giggle, the Our ABC, showed a history of Royal Tours and Attitudes, the Prince wanting to be Governor-General, ha, a resounding lack of enthusiasm from both sides of Politics, just imagine Princess Di would have had an affair with an Australian stable boy instead, the big fuss of '54 and the waning wonder of it all, the crown has toppled.
And then in Ireland there was the new President, to be one of five women, to one man, and then you had to be like Mary Robinson was, they want to be reflected in their President, a President to mirror their perception of themselves, so why is Ireland Catholic, seems once you introduce a Religious Meme into an emotional poetic people, tell your children this or you'll go to hell, must be difficult for Irish to come to their senses and give up their gods, they'd been able to wean themselves off English Kings and Queens, but they have the terrible legacy of that dumb religious war and cruel rules, they need an Atheist for President, that'd fix 'em up.
Was all the more on My mind cause he found a site called the home page of Y Faner Goch, the monthly publication from Cymru Goch (Red Wales), and it all seemed so familiar, was telling Houie and he went into his story about the Welsh Book that came down from his grandfather, that his brother had given away against Houie's wishes, cause he couldn't read it, one of Houie's pet peeves it is, and how the old alphabet had been made to look ugly with all those silent leftover letters, what a pity, you've got to be born into it is the pity when you're immersed in another world... ...
Surprise Surprise, the markets crashed again. What is this an endless loopy replay, the same words, the same reassurances the same, the same, blah, blah, where does their money go? Billions wiped off... to where? It's like a beauty pageant, they try to guess the most glamourous winner by picking what the rest of them think that the rest of them think, and then when they think the rest of them think we'd better get out, they all jump at once, what a stupid casino cult it is, fancy letting these non-producers run things in such a crazy way.
I heard this bloke this morning who'd written a best-seller on the Global Trap or something, the de-regulated Capitalist world where no-one reigns supreme, he had a 20-80 scenario of Rich-Employed to Poor-Un-Employed, possibly serving the rich is all, I see the same big picture, unless there is a unionisation, they also used Titty-Tainment as the future sup to the masses, and lamented the lapse of Political Powers, and predicted the rise of the Fringe Nationalist, the racist bigots like Le Pen, and the Hanson phenomena in Australia, but it ain't a pretty picture, where the youth of the world are fermenting madnesses in ghettos of 40% unemployment already, taking up cultish and anti-social religious behaviour... streuth.
But look how the Pollies have reneged on their responsibility, that whole financial institutional thing has gone wild, obeys no-one, pays no taxes, and ruins the world, and make no plans, provide no security, make life a misery, provide stories like what a bargain it is to pick up a Porsche in a big city... And the Tories kicked out the Bank Guarantee a few months ago, instead of relaxed and comfortable it's high-anxiety and suicide.
Like the Little Dirty Trick Twirp has a staff member giving advice to the Monarchists in the Constitutional Convention, he's advocating the appeal to a perceived mainstream to reject their pet hates, he recommends dividing the nation to blame politicians, the media, and elitists, as if the Royals aren't the sickening elite, and whole power structure squeezed by the big Globals anyway, still his dirty tricks politics are coming straight from the Prime Minister's department, the advisor's to the Little King, advocating splitting the nation, what a turd.
And the frightening thing is the Double Dissolution Election, where the Mighty Kim is saying to prepare for a Racist Election Campaign, the very worst issue to bring into politics, the bipartisan decency will be blown sky high once the racist band wagon starts stirring up the population, it's the very basic insult that causes blood to boil and be spilt, the Little Bigoted Racist will have a lot more to answer for, he must be heading for the lowest approval rating of all time, Billy McMahon will look like an intellectual giant in comparison, what's the Little Chip On His Shoulder so twitchy and insecure and cruel and insensitive and small-minded about anyway, wish to christ he'd been born taller...
And now the Co-Operative Wun-Nation of Australia doesn't know what time it is again, a few English lines on a Colonial Map for Right-Wing Behind the Times States and you're an hour late, or an hour early, or too hot, or it's dark, or the News is too early, or the kids wont sleep, or the cows wont come home, or curtains are fading, or the lawns madness comes earlier, or you're loving an extra hour in a day? It's nice to belong to a cohesive society, don't call me late for dinner, and if there's a war we'll be late ok... ...
What a day, so many things, couldn't resist, did the ride again, was fabulous, a cloudy cool day, overcast all through, some spots of rain, excellent really, took a detour and discovered some more out of the way places.
The market bounced and took all the attention, so what is it now, the Holy Market Religion, Do you believe? Buy, if you've lost your faith, Sell, and they were cheering and the cheaper prices brought in all the sharks, like short sellers were there, how would they police that, and so this wave of emotion has all these copy cats all round the world, so they've still got their chips out on the table in the big game, betcha there's another shake out.
The Work-Cover Union Rally in Melbourne, a huge crowd like the one I was in five years ago now, and the same split community, why can't those Casino Boys keep their hands off the Public Purse. They have an excellent argument, like how come Sure Bet Jeff can sue for damages but ordinary people can't sue for workplace injuries, it's another cruelty.
And then the news came through that good ol' Nugget Coombes had reached the end, 91yo, he ran Australia's good secure Public Services, planned the Post-War Reconstruction, held to principles of providing for all and lit a light for the Aboriginal Community, he was one of the greatest ol' Nugget, I did some notes on his interviews, he was a proper Regulator of the Central Bank idea, he held that there was a place for the Intelligentsia to assist and advise and guide the governments, he was the Dutiful Servant of the people, one of My Favourite heroes.
Oh, and the latest Michael Pallin series skirting the Pacific, was fantastic, had such a lot of images that you'd never ever see, or hear, the Volcanic Valley, the Russian Folk Music and then the Slave Labour Uranium Mine, and the vaguaries of travel, He's an excellent character to do these trips, his Train series was just great and he was bloody good Python.
It's the last day of the month, not that there's nothing to say, and things ain't so bad in the drop-out world of the heretic, like I've got some bread baking, and the smell is just coming through, but these last few days of stock market chaos have been another bamboozled period of the human psyche, like it was when Princess Di hit the wall, like now it's Wall Street preoccupation's.
The way the whole world turned it's attention to the Market Madness, how come such a stupid feature of mankind can be taken so seriously, and the media make so much of, just the gamboling about with betting how much some other fool will pay for something foolish, and all the ramifications, this idea of capitalism pops up again, everyone sees the king with no clothes, but these buzz words keep being thrown about Economic Fundamentalism being right and the have faith in the Market, what a Hopeless Joke.
Globalisation which means you become a servant nation, and efficiencies which means slave labour, and competition to see who can force blood out of a stone, the whole shebang, all the time being told how technology and computers will improve our lives, what a hopeless joke it is, and the youth of the planet are simmering ready to explode in anti-social revolution again, racist scapegoating the ethnics, or alternatively the nice normal kids falling for escape into the drugs and degradation.
How come the ordinary people are out in the streets in the biggest demonstrations ever, when's somebody gonna take over the steering wheel, If this Hands-Off Capitalist System is so damned good, how come The Battler's are so worried and concerned and unhappy, and there's the Chinese Premier being lectured by the biggest nation of hypocrites, and we are supposed to be dragged along with enthusiasm for narcissism, and user pays, and rip-offs at every turn, with Food, Water, Electricity, Health, Housing, Education, Transport, Petrol, Entertainment, you name it, Privatised, the rich have it monopolised, and you can't compete, and the old stories of Big Brother have come true in Big Business.
Why do communities ever let anything be imported other than ideas, the self sufficiency cities and supporting regions can provide dignity and skills and security and pride, once a global chain opens up they take out of the community it's independence, they nominate the wages they pay, and they buy at their prices, they monopolise and squeeze out the locals, you end up with a community of servants, the brave worker who strikes has a boss who answers to a boardroom away in the Never-Never, and they'll just say no.
And the other night they had some Space Travel Talk, pointing out how trapped we are on this Precious Blue Living Planet, seeing it as a small isolated dot in a very big scheme of things, and reminded me of the Easter Island microcosm of the Earth and it's stupid monolithic headstones, a graveyard, the buried boat with the huge tree keel, maybe a failed escape capsule. An Easter Island history lesson, how they had eaten their greedy selves out of house and home, not a tree left, nothing except the stone heads, stupid waste of competitive energy, and proof they were competitive idiots, the damning evidence remaining of those dumb fundamentalist statues, but they tell you everything, what a sad model for us all to follow.
Then escape slammed shut where Biosphere II has been a complete success in it's lesson, with weeds and insects, crazy ants, and oxygen problems, and human nature, turning it into a hell, exactly what we're headed for here on Biosphere I, poor Planet Earth, the Easter Island experience. You can forget Aliens and your Beneficent Beings, to discover another living planet is a remote chance in time at best. We've got no one to blame except Consumers Of Capitalism, and no one to help us at all. Cheerful little thought ain't it.
Been a fabulous few days lately, I've been talking with Houie about the New Big Summit Countries, the giants talking with another, the USA says this, and China says that, the Premier Jiang Zemin has been such a revelation, had no idea what he was like, and he's gone on this tour of the USA to say a few things, define the situations, putting their side of things, it's been really good. And then there's the Hawaiian Surfing, and playing the Guitar, and he drags his little wife around by the arm, and drops in a few comments in Deep English.
Was funny when Jiang Zemin did the Historic Comparisons saying as how America had gone to war with it's Slave Owner Class in the South, with President Lincoln and the eventual Unification of the Country, with the voracious rich driven to their Doom, and he says in his deep-deep voice in English, it was like Gone With the Wind, and Frankly My Dear I don't give a damn what America thinks of Internal Chinese matters, like his Gone with the Wind was the Mao Uprising and Civil War, with Taiwan as the result, and just as USA had ended up united, so too would Taiwan, and that China would inevitably do what China does according to Chinese Laws.
And Jiang Zemin said how he had so many millions to clothe and feed and shelter, and that Socialism-With-A-Market was their step on the road, the first step in a thousand miles towards the ideals of Mao in the long run when everybody is as well off as anyone else, spose, wasn't that the commo thing, nirvana of equality, but meanwhile he would cater for the 300 million unemployed coming out of the state owned industry.
And so where communists went too far in Socialising The Bells And Whistles, capitalism has gone too far in Privatising The Needs. In the swings and round abouts of international dogmas and systems and economics, both sides pushed too far in opposite directions, now's the time to come together, if ya ask Me, but no one ever does.
So I reckon China will be the one to watch, cause they can get there, to the Middle Kingdom, China can make it easier than the USA, the USA people don't bother to vote or unionise and will be privatised and consume itself to death, while the Chinese will look after themselves, like Israel does, the USA will throw it's fate to the wind in a Holy Market Madness, while China will look after it's future, who else can control populations of people, be an interesting ideological tussle, wish I had time to see the outcome. They say you have to have patience with China.
But, the big But, Jiang Zemin, he goes on to say that they saved Tibet from the Religious, they would free these Tibetan Peoples from their religious restrictions, and he reckoned China had saved Tibet rather than dominated it, so the Culture of Tibet is to be shed, and the people absorbed into the greater whole, just another territory for expansion in a densely populated country. The Chinese had 25% of the world's population and 7% of the land area, and Tibet was theirs, their own Western Frontier, the very part of the world where the Great Ethnic Oil And Resources Games are on, there's so much at stake for the niceties of culture to be preserved... ...
Well I reckon that's the worst, that's the pits, that's the revulsion of China the way they treat dissidents, but is the World going to go to war over it, Tibet just happens to be on top of a long list, with the Australian Aboriginal Community being there with a terrible Black History, and still copping it.
Jiang Zemin had an excellent interpreter, she would keep notes while he spoke and read them back at the same time, amazin', but he's a strange little bloke, with a smile though and a wife, they climbed to wave goodbye from the steps of an aircraft, she waddled along and turned to wave, and she had enough, and turned inside, Jiang Zemin lifted her arm to wave some more, so he was being determinedly friendly... ... America ought to take China to heart and clean up their own acts, if there was a competition to see who had the best cared for people, that would be a World Warm War WWW III, forget the Cold War, well so far I reckon China is heading in a better direction than America is, so there. Like look at what you get with China, Yum-Cha instead of McMurders, that's enough in itself.
And the Democracy question, the Chinese leader pops up out of party aspirants who all have to agree somehow, look at the USA with popularist democracy and campaign funding, you can get a Reagan Elected, christ fancy having a cowboy actor with his finger on the trigger, what a pack of dickheads elected him, but in China to get to be the top dog looks like a lot of support has to be gathered in, seems different to the Nazi popularism thing too, with Hitler and his Howling Hordes in the night, hypnotized, but this Chinese Leader has emerged, with a set political attitude and opinion of China, Jiang Zemin must represent some consensus to be able to do it and he doesn't have a football style mob to pander to like in two-party politics, but then China is different and hasn't ever had an opposition, the more things get better the less they have to complain about the more freedom to express will follow, is that it?
"Twould be a good idea to have a lot of contact with China, and what they're doing, friendly advice, cause privatising industry, downsizing communism to socialism, with all that dislocation, the unemployed will be such a problem, and then the Yangste Dam, displacing millions more, and adopting non-labour intensive modernization, what're all those millions gonna do, well I reckon they'll attack all those robotic modernisations and turn Luddite, then what.
So the prescription will be: Before China gets better, it has to get worse, Rubbish! That's where you need the powerful dictatorship to look after the poor, would be the first time in Capitalist History if it did, so it could be in reverse to the Fascists, and maybe the Market will be forced to look after the Workers, could be, you never know these days...
Got some pictures down of the Colliding Galaxies, these clusters of new stars twinkling out of these huge squashed clouds, gives a new image in the Scheme Of Things Scenario. That early cloud of hydrogen condensed out the original stars, must have been a magic time, the Universe twinkling on into life, feeling each others presence with gravity, wish they could make a decent movie of the whole story all speeded up though, just wouldn't have the time to see it eh.
The Constitutional-Convention has the Mono-Archies playing dirty, and the Republicans being clean, and has really defined where people are about this country, it seems so traitorish to hear them speak of that foreign royalty concept, and then that woman, the one I never liked, the girl at the front, turns out she's the daughter of that bloke who lives off old people, the rich one, Uurrch, makes it all the more displeasurable to know that, she's their spokeswoman and we're lucky they've got her, and that other horsey bloke who blusters, and then that ex-lord mayor spoilt brat kid, and they can only carp they have nothing to offer, it's strange, there's the question of the model though, maybe the criteria will be: How the president is elected, should be elected by 3/4 of parliament.
Now that Ex-Chief-Justice Mason has declared for the Keating Model it ought to be getting through, all the brains go for the Keating Model, you can't have a politician or a popularist, you need the parliament to appoint their referee, a nice competent person to referee is all you need.
Say something nice about the Chinese and then you see another Cultural genocide out on the Western edges, Islamic people being pushed aside, on SBS Ethnic Broadcasting they have a piece about the Wigga people, images of another Repression, sitting on oil and food resources the individual cultures are subsumed, just the same way colonialism always works, no one hears a less glamourous cause than Tibet, they want to be free but are sitting in the middle of the Silk Road.
So although China has all the aspects of human rights abuses, and denies Captured Cultures their freedoms, the rest of the world hungrily eyes the Chinese markets, and profit prospects, so all is brushed aside, to their perceived mutual benefit, they expand trade and develop China, lots of people are hurt in the crush, has a ruthless element that only Protest serves to address. Unless there's another revolution, Nah, China will just go on being China regardless, and look after her own interests, be a long time before devolution of Tibet. The West must set the example, let lots of cultural diversity thrive is best in the long run... ...
Sposed to be some Drug War step up in the wowsers campaign announced today, the Little-Let's-Have-A-Black-Market, has made the prize more attractive with extra policing to be corrupted, and education to snigger at and spite, and some rehabilitation to see images of drug addicts being pumped out, the Lyons Cabal is behind these things and that xtian idiot from the Sallies who's having another War, they just love it, the Little Prohibitionist Twit is gonna take another ticket in the Loony Lottery, dig into his nostalgic trenches, digging his little raised high heels in on the drug issue you'd expect, wonder what this trick of perceptions panders to, they read polls and dream up law and order remedies, childish things, you don't like it so you hit it, it will be so good to get a decent government back... ...
Was just thinking of what a wasted resource all those exotically altered brains are, once they're readmitted to society and accepted, once the Drug War is called off, they might produce the edge in the Imaginative New World, say a few of these rejected intellects are put back into Research and Development, might be the Salvation of the Nation, but the Salvation Army is at War with them, it's a battle of the minds really... ...
Heard a lot of thorts echoing back from Our ABC's Europeans today, 'twas on the changes in England, how the miserable years of Right Wing Tory Government had finally given way to a feeling of Liberation with New Labour, and no wonder Tony Blair had smiled his way to power, the privatisation of England and the Class System turned into anathema for the masses, the insufferable ponsing about of these upper class droobs were still the bane of decent people, and the European Community too, was holding the Pommy English in contempt, so Privatisation Downsizing in England was put to be the factor which swung the vote, was an interesting bloke Maria Zilstra had on, have to try and find the transcripts.
And there is a Paul Keating interview on the NineMSN channel, you can see a bit of video of the Great Man, somehow he seems to be fading away, it's a pity to have him drifting so far away, but then he's been saddled up in history with the Privatisation and Downsizing Economics as well, so there are some cracks in the mirror, but then the idea of a New Aussie Labor simmering away on the back burners gives rise to hope at last, Governments have to Govern and Provide and Distribute and Care, this Heartlessness of the Tories has to be abandoned, so we look to Europe, we look to China, and turn our backs on the Tory Idiots and the Hands-Off Capitalists. How is Capitalism going to save the planet by the way, where's the plan, where's the intervention?
So what's going on in New Zealand, the new election method has them sneaking away in shadows making coalitions, and then a plot to kick out Jim Bolger, Conservative Icon, a woman waffles in, and the Labor Leader another woman, could possibly steal away supporters, a very indefinite government, comes from this new system for seats, some Maori seats, some Party Seats, and some Constituent Seats, party politics becomes diluted, so who holds the reigns, who runs the business of the country, who administrates, the Shaky Isles, Land of the Long White Cloud, in a fog.
Today is the World Famous Horse Whipping Industry Melbourne Cup, Industry? What does it produce, bloody welts on the skin of broken animals, what a triumph for humanity, it's a day of wearing big hats on small brains, and living the good life in pisspot oblivion full of tits and bums and dickheads, while you watch animals being beaten and driven to compete against their will. And the limelight falls on Whipper Darren who's gone big eyed about god, so it's regretfully giving up thrashing beautiful gentle horses for a Babble College, there ought to be a Union for Horses who go on strike on a day like this... Strike or be struck, there's a lesson in that for all of us...
Any excuse to get out and get dressed up though in Melbourne, the whole place goes into a tizz. So who's running the Alternative Event, pick the dopey punter, 'twould be a clean sweep... Or maybe a Servitude Race, one of those Here comes the waitress with a tray, perfect for a nation of bed-makers celebrating their servitude, all with McMurder-Burger's Degrees for Fixed Smiles, god... So Houie And I settled in to watch the Cup, not often he wanders over. Now where's my Big Black Floppy Bard's Hat, 'tis always such a pity to have a good culture misappropriated, and on poor ol' My Birthday too, have to go bake a cake...
Today was the lightest of drizzles, so Me and Pooch went out into the wilds, little bugger chased a kangaroo and was gone for ages, went way out In the bush, excellent to get up high on those cliffs above the river and all, so much is growing back and flowery, the coloured birds, but small tracks from years ago are now eroded as big as houses, disgraceful how all those Recreational Vehicles have cut swathes through such delicate country, so I just left footprints and took nothing but memories, ain't that the way...
Seems the Wicked Legislation to steal the Native Titles put up by the Tories in their self interest has caught the attention of the spotlight again, is becoming the defining issue now, Internationally as well, and Noel Pearson for the Aboriginals has called the Tory Government Racist Scum, and has stirred the pot, so poor Tim the Bucketloads of Extinguishment Burgermeister pops up to carry the can and shovel up the mess for the Nazi-Sounding-Nats. More and more reasonable voices are being raised in opposition, and as well there's concern for the whole Ship of State, so much anti-Government opinion, and the cartoons have been so good lately, one had the Little Caesar walk into the Tory Party Room, where everyone was plotting, reading of the New Zealand PM being shafted, Why all the silence? He says. Wilson must be down the toolshed on the wetstone again...
And now the Nursing Home Bond Backdown, the Little Abysmal Twirp is whining away about some stupid alternative cheat to appease the deserting voters, he's the Too Little Too Late disaster zone for the Tories, and now they're heading for the cliff with the Native Title and people must be asking now what the hell have the Tories done of any damn good at all, the Gun Lobby are rearmed, spose... Terrific.
There's another huge issue that has to be stopped, similar to the Franklin River in Tassie, it's the Jabiluka Uranium Mine in Kakadu World Heritage Area, the hide of these Tory people is unimaginable to push ahead nowadays with all that we know about the dangers of tailings dams and such, and then to do it in one of the most fragile, even idyllic still, a treasure of nature, it will never go ahead, there will be people throwing themselves in front of the bulldozers over this one.
Christ the Tories are a pack of shits, they don't belong in power... Let's see who they've picked on, babies in care, mothers, schoolchildren, students, teachers, academics, public servants, old people, the Aboriginal Community, unionists, entertainers, conservationists, migrants, law reformers, the rest of the world, the drug addicts, the churches, the Unemployed, the Young, the Generation of Republicans, the Greenies, the Labor Party and Sheryl Kernot, the Tory Backbench, Wilson Tuckey, there's millions of other nails in the coffin... and me of course...
Sack 'em, get the Queen to tell the Governor-General Sir William Deane to sack the Howard Government, toss them out and have a double dissolution, that'd stir 'em up. He's taken up the cry with sincerity and heart, he reckons it's not politics he wants to get in on, or solutions he wants to push, but holding a mirror up the Australian people to see themselves as a nation, where the injustices are getting too unfair, and the suffering is increasing on those less able to cope, the young, the old, the battlers, and the weakest, the entire country full of pressure groups feeling excluded, and all the Cave Hermits... oh but the Lyons Forum are still just as sour...
Went far enough to get a blister today, just couldn't resist it, such a beautiful day, blue sky cool breeze and the river, went way out the back of beyond, even Pooch drooped on the way back, was wonderful too cause the radio was full of the entertaining demise of this Tory Government, it's so abysmal, and the Dog came out wagging today about leadership, It's all leaderhup Gary Cooper High Noon style, with evasive eyes, Dog will lead in the Great Tax Debate where they want to go regressive in favour of the rich, what a hopeless joke they are.
Some little old ladies on the nursing homes were saying how the Tories were heartless and they wouldn't be voting for those people again, All that educated talk... ... Hmmph.
Got the Constitutional Convention voting form so here are my choices in New South Wales:
|
Pref |
No. |
Candidate |
Group |
|
1 |
123 |
Malcolm Turnbull |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
2 |
243 |
Neville Wran |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
3 |
117 |
Jennie George |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
4 |
150 |
Thomas Keneally |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
5 |
246 |
Hazel Hawke |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
6 |
107 |
LexMarinos |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
7 |
137 |
Paolo Totaro |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
8 |
239 |
Rania Wannous |
Australian Republic Movement |
|
9 |
168 |
Catherine Moore |
Greens, Bill of Rights, Indigenous Peoples |
|
10 |
194 |
Peter Breen |
Greens, Bill of Rights, Indigenous Peoples |
|
11 |
136 |
David Pross |
Greens, Bill of Rights, Indigenous Peoples |
|
12 |
148 |
Sandra Mercado |
Greens, Bill of Rights, Indigenous Peoples |
|
13 |
116 |
Lenore Parker |
Greens, Bill of Rights, Indigenous Peoples |
|
14 |
202 |
Linda Burney |
Australian Reconciliation |
|
15 |
160 |
Aden Ridegway |
Australian Reconciliation |
|
16 |
188 |
Wendy McCarthy |
Australian Reconciliation |
|
17 |
153 |
Godfrey Bigot |
Traditional Family Values Party |
|
18 |
154 |
Bob Ellis |
Bob Ellis, Independent Republican |
|
19 |
156 |
Pat O'Shane |
A Just Republic |
|
20 |
206 |
John Maitland |
A Just Republic |
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Well that's a quick run-through, must have a review later, seems like it wont work unless people go the trouble of looking at it pretty thoroughly, so for all those busy GentlePeople who haven't got the time, just use my How To Vote Card, and/or Stick 'em up on the GuestBook...
Flooding, it's all the rage, the Yangste is being diverted today, and the story of rising waters brought about the plot for a new session with Houie, like there was the God who created the planet earth, and he had the shits with what these damn little creatures were doing to it, and did wish to obliterate them off his lovely planet, they infected his rivers and polluted his seas and destroyed his lovely forests, so this God puts them at war with one another, fails, and drives them to distraction with plagues, and droughts, and famines, but the little buggers persist, so he has them develop all these weapons of mass destruction, but they bloody well don't use them, so he gets more pissed off the way they get stuck into his very last few remnants of his precious planet, this God is so outraged he fumes, his temperature goes up.
Now, the bloody conceit of these little shits showing all this disrespect to his planet, and then even though they've been told, they don't lissen, they burn all the fossil fuels that this God had tucked away to keep his little blue planet blue, but they knowingly kept up the onslaught on his fossilized carbon dioxide, and burn it all off into his atmosphere, he's really pissed off now, Little shits, so he says Right, I'll drown them out.
They've built their Infliction Cities on the rivers and tributaries of the lifeblood of the planet, so it's the great flood, he's hot and bothered and sweats and gets cranky and storms and rants and rages and melts his ice packs and flushed them out, so the water rises, they go to drowning churches, and kneel blub blub blub, Houie reckons you can use a straw to chant through, no avail.
They rush for the highest ground, real estate skyrockets, Mt Arrarat has fingernail room only, you have to have the money, so they claw on, Aha they say, the Little Nark wont get us we'll build an Ark, and gather the genetics of every living thing, and climb on board, some take their money and precious icons, take everything you need to survive, let's see a McMurders Outlet, get that on board.
Then the quarrels, who's in charge, who's the messiah of the Arks, some Arks have mutinies, competition, survival of the killers, a fight to the death, they whip the poor losers on the oars, they head for Mt. Arrarat, some arks decide on eating each other, so do you start with the big ones first, one big one gives more to each little one doesn't it, besides just one little one isn't enough for the big one..
And then there's my Ark, how are they gonna survive, they'll just have to cooperate, and be loyal, and one in all in, and United we stand, and divided we fall, and Houie always laughs when it's the wrong way round, and the oars are manned with fervour, and they head for Tibet. A high plateau, above the rising waters, a land of peace and tranquillity, free of rich dreams.
The ark with the seeds for life, things like Tea and Marijuana and BreadFruit, and Coconut Palms, plus all the other things you really need, every living thing, and they decide to have proper children with the women choosing the fathers for their babies, and the men would dutifully do the deed as requested, the children would belong to the whole ark of survivors, and they would make a Covenant, and with the old cultures of Tibet and the best of the world, they start up another human race, and they make sure they don't stuff up all of that angry God's things again, and life goes on happily in peace without drug wars and ethnic wars and without downsizing each other.
After being so disenchanted, I am being enchanted again with the caring voices that are being raised at last, all these pseudo science soulless dogmas that the Right Wing Eco-Rats have been waffling on about for the last twenty years, the stupid bottom line business, seemed like you were all alone in your silence while the Tory Governments ruined your country, now there seems to be a huge chorus breaking out saying the same things As me thinks, expressing their disgust and loathing for the Tories.
It's a wonderful thing to hear so many honourable people putting voice to their indignation, maybe this democracy does need to sort it itself out with an election of principles, seems there's a split off representation of the old world qualities that aren't welcome anymore, that White Imperialism is what's sticking it's ugly head up, maybe this country needs to shame them again, eventually the New Australians will win, it's like a Swan Song of a dead era, needs to be put to bed.
The Sun is Spewing Rivers of Fire, the Typhoons are angry at Man, the seas are rising, the rains have gone, and then come in great torrents, do you think something is trying to tell us something, I do, had so many giggles with Houie re-doing the great flood story, It's been done before, Me, y'know, but it fits so well, would love to sketch it out.
These Michael Pallin docos are just fantastic, saves me all that buggarising around, just let Michael Pallin do it, he says all the things you'd expect, so there he goes walking up all the steps for you, and drinking all the risky water, and being pummeled with a blind massage, jeeeeeeeesus how many steps does he go up, just as well, there's a lady who knows all that glitters ain't gold, and she's climbing a stairway to Heaven, another hundred steps...
Remember making a gesture in a Laotian Temple, I actually got down on one knee and wondered, and took his fortune too, hasn't worked out yet all those good things, and 'twas a Temple full of figures, scary ones and many heads, and the big one with the luvly smile, awesome, upstairs were all the old books, lots of them, full of philosophy, sum it up in one word, streetsmart... Tsk tsk tsk, but China is where it's at, in the long run, China will still prevail...
Oh wow, Midnight-Express out of Shanghai, I could do with a few years in Shanghai, all those bikes as well... heaven. Leaves poor me with an overwhelming sense of longing for the old Middle Kingdom of China, to be there in one of those old world villages, with the food, and the people living in that closeness, there must be a bit of Chinese in Me from somewhere, maybe Grandpa... There's just those two pulls of culture in Me, the Celtic, and the Chinese, how some things appeal...
But then there's the other side of the coin with all the History I've been watching about the Ghengis Kahn sacking of the Known World, ruthless and deadly, and fearsome, what a time that was, he tried to make them all like him... Whereas I like everyone to be Diversely Different..
Those Dying Cities rising up the banks of the Yangste, in the flood zone, so dark and foreboding, will become underwater ghost towns, to be there when the waters rise, makes for an interesting corollary with the Greenhouse Gas Effect, wish someone would take Me to China again, and bring some China back home there with him again, so bad tonight, just pining for China, Yummy.
And all this accompanied by a Chinese Chicken Stirfry, so hot, so spicy and the Return of the Last Descendent of Ghengus Kahn in the Shadow, what is this a set up, the lure of the ancient kingdoms, clouds poor My mind, a difficult thing for a heretic, to be seduced, damn...
Gnash, Gnash, God, a victim, poor me a victim of crime, the anti-social deprived thieves took an opportunity to rob poor Me, what a debacle it makes of your life, especially when you've lived your honest life and wouldn't stoop to steal, these members of society choose, maybe out of no choice, or no conscience, or no care, to take from others, whatever, had gone to the big SuperMarket for a change, and parked in the Big Carpark inside, down the tunnel in a dark section, the window smashed, the broken glass greeted Me, then it wouldn't start, no battery, took all the hassles to go through to get back home, what an inevitably rotten feeling it is, it's that Little Squib's fault, he's the cause of all this social misfunction... If only the future princess would come take Me to Melbourne to live with the Trams, and take a trolley... and live car-less and careless...
Took a geek at the letter the Little Squib's Speechwriter wrote to the Monarchists, it was dreadful, that anti-social diatribe he suggested to divide and paint the picture of Who the Mainstream should Hate like they'd always Hated, that's the sort of person the Little Bigoted Disaster has chosen to write his rotten speeches, it must have been part of that Non-Apologetic Speech he ranted at the Reconciliation Conference where he slammed the rostrum and punched the air and railed against the weakest on behalf of the strongest. Twisted souls... What a Little Crud he is... Be so good to have him flushed away...
Sad to say this but the Ex-Governor-General Hayden has gone a bit silly, he wont allow himself the softness to allow the young Australia to define itself and get into that pride thing, when he waffled on about Missing having his shoes polished, well, it sort of diminished the star, looks like the Drover and his Drover's Dog have turned Me off, he seems to be carrying personal chips about on his shoulder, but no one's lissening to old Bill no more... I wont... Still you could hardly call it backing that Tony Abbott up, they were both terribly unimpressive, thank goodness all the twirps are on the Monarchists side...
Remembrance Day, Lest We Forget, What Me? says Houie, The Alamo? Poor old survivors pop up on television to say their laments, makes war look so stupidly pointless from the distance of time, makes it hard to imagine the boys as they were then, just young twenty year olds thrown into the Eye Of The Storm, now the latest threat, Saddam Hussein, still wanting to arm himself with atrocious weapons, he has inspired the same young men to flame up, it's a terrible education for those kids, irrational madnesses, the Sanctions idea was to have Saddam overthrown, it still has to work, makes you wonder why no one has had a shot at it, like the fearful surety of death he has instilled in his entourage, it's a bit like the stockmarket, that Will will come crashing down, they all do... That UN Aussie Butler does a good job...
And now the moment when the Big Picture Man makes a move, he is to speak to Kerry O'Brien tonight, hopefully he will shine through...
And he did, was so good to hear him speak and see his images, just got so absorbed with someone who can tell it like it is, made a good little story about who had the power between the Popularly Elected President and the Prime Minister, how the power was diffused with the electorates as of now, for instance the nursing home discontent backflip, it all fizzes up through members in their electorates, and members electing the Leader of the Consensus, appointed by the Party Room, but with a Single Person President, vested with a Direct Election, when the PM tells the President how he will handle the resources in the Timor Gap, it's a giant edge to say I have been elected by the Population of Australia, you have been elected by Bankstown, for Australians to hand that much power to one man, without being able to get rid of him for five years, well they must have rocks in their heads, or words to that effect, he can just blow the others out of the water, he was excellent, wished it had gone on longer, wish he was still at the levers...
For that matter what's to stop the next Royal from being a bigger dickhead than normal. There's enormous power in the Crown, but our Prime Minister is the Leader we can reign in by our own Elected Representatives, see, even this Little Bigoted Twirp can be tossed by the Party Coalition, they might even do it, he's leading them into the shit...
Then the Native Title, he'd spoken out at being branded as saying the Leases Extinguished the Native Title, and he hadn't, the leases would prevail for the purposes of grazing but there was a But, it was conditional on the Common Law Rights held by the Aboriginal Community having had a prior Civilisation and Common Law of their own, those Rights had not been extinguished. To extend the Graziers activities into say Tourism, would mean negotiations with the Native Title Owners... 'Twas always thus since the Mabo days even before Wik... and was agreed to...
And he went on to say there was no veto over the Exploitation, there was the inalienable right to negotiate for the respect of the Native Title, through a court for adjudication, and a final power invested in the Lands Minister's of the States, as it does for all lands, that was the Mabo and Racial Discrimination Act essence... the same as you can argue your rights when a road goes over your land... but the road goes through on the power of the State, it just demands compensation, every case is different, blanket laws and Bucketfuls of Extinguishment wont work under the Common Law.
And then the ex-PM Paul Keating also made the point that this little nation, occupying this huge rich and spacious continent, to be seen by the surrounding overcrowded nations in Asia, to be bringing in laws against a racial minority, to be seen discriminating against the rights of another race, and then who knows who is next on the list, for Asia to see that happen in Australia would dramatically change the perceptions, he used some phrase, but it would be madness to do it...
Ah to see him out there justifying things again, was like a tonic for the soul, his brown eyes deep, and seeing things so well, what a terrible loss to have him on the sidelines, while this Little Twirp shits in his own nest...
Oh God, how do you resist, I Can't, Lord of the Dance is Blaring out, music is so good, the spectacle is so tingling, the connection is so real... A bit of Celtic Culture...
The body size of boys, a preoccupation of youth they say, always was, but nowadays there's these SuperHero Models to emulate they say the schoolboys leave off their studies to pursue bigger bodies, and get depressed with nature's endowments, it's all pointless, and the Fighting Movies have changed the violence levels too. Down in the Shopping Centre the other day I Saw a new fight amongst muscle bound bullies, with a lot of posturing, and then kicking to get it started, and when one hit the deck it was all kicking... About twenty young blokes and most of them were Steroid Gorillas, looked like some sort of stand-over clash... What a rotten world this Competitive Philosophy produces.
The Wik debate hit the fan a little more today, the recollections of the done deal in the Native Title Act refuted what Keating had actually done, it was in the Law for christ's sake, Keating read it out, just once I heard the full context of what the Keating law said, it went like The Legal View was that Leases would extinguish Native Title, to the extent that Common Law Rights could be used in legal challenges... there was a But.
So it rolls on, seems the Labor Party is watching the Polls too, however between Graham Richardson, who's working for a Grazier btw, and who'll say anything if necessary, and the words of Darryl Melham, it sounds like Darryl Melham can string off the events as can Michael Lavarch and as can Robert Tickner, besides if the Native Title was extinguished by Labor then what is all the fuss about.
And then besides all that, the High Court has upheld the Common Law Rights of the Aboriginal Community on Pastoral Leases, of which there are numerous types, and it seems the Tories Ten Point Plan contains a schedule of the particular Leases where the Graziers will be allowed to pursue Freehold, which is the crux, Freehold lets them do what they like to the land, it's criminal what these Freehold Titles allow, they have open slather over the Environment...
In the long run the High Court has determined these outcomes, the Wik Ten Point Plan will be adjudicated upon through future events, the damage done is to split the community, the heat will be turned up so high, 'twould be best if the Leaseholders quit while they are ahead, if the right thing was done they'd be denied Grazing those creatures like cattle and sheep on these fragile Lands, that Grazing Culture is one of the worst aspects of the Colonial Hangover... It amounts to monumental Animal Cruelty and Disrespect for the Natural Environment, and when they whinge about the weather turning against them it's sickening, they deforested the planet with their stinking domesticated animals, now they've been exposed for the vandals they are, scientific pressures ought to clear them off the land in the long run...
Good on ya Cookie, the Sniveling Little Lying Bastards are getting under everyone's skin, the late night sittings in Canberra brought frayed tempers to the fore, that Education Ugly the Kemp bloke, and there's that Environmental Creep Hill, and that Industry Smarmy one Moore, the whole front bench of the Tories have these hateful characters.
So-Called Liberal
And when that ex-PM Gorton, a Monarchist Sir, yuck, mock spit, starts bringing up the Racist Credentials of the Tory So-Called Liberals of yesteryear, cripes, he waffled upon about how The Culture of the Aborigines hadn't even invented a wheel... And nothing should be granted to them to the detriment of any other people who came here from around the world, that sneering racism was there on display for all to see, and the Tory Audience applauded it, what a disgusting bunch. In his old age the true twisted soul is revealed, like with Barwick, nasty minds, and then the Naming of the Treasury building for Billy McMahon was greeted with horror, the original Little Idiotic Twirp, makes me wonder what legacy for history these rotten Tory Governments can ever leave...
Hardly anybody knew what was going on, hee-hee-hee! A quote from Sir John Grey Gorton's speech on Prime Minister's on Prime Ministers, describing the long winded Cabinet Sessions he ran as PM, what really got up my nose was his words on Wik, saying Whitey had brought the wheel, the sheep, the cattle, the rabbits, the poisons, dumped into wetlands, poured chemicals into estuaries, burnt the coal, mined the beaches, and cut down the trees, and shot everything that moved, and then stole away the child heirs to the estate, and Sir John reckons that's better than how the Aboriginal Community lived off the land, they had a much better system than him in his fighter plane, and drunken dereliction... A Tory Icon brought out to rattle their bones, what a disgusting display that was...
Another instance of amazement when Paul Keating came out of retirement to refute an accusation, I Saw him and heard what he said, that was the end, no one reported what he said, I watched the media on that appearance, and it just wasn't reported at all, it was the same as when he was PM, he would speak, and they only wanted to spread the arrogance tag, and now the Little Bigoted Twit has got his head on the media saying Paul Keating is super-racist, it's the most blatant example of how the Tories twist, the sad thing is there is a section of the Australian Public which go along with that, the detritus of being an English Colony, it's a disease that keeps infecting the body politic...
Move over Me, looks like Yana Wendt vented the obvious on the Commercial Media, she tossed her locks at the gathering of Media Luminaries for Andrew Olle, making out that journalists had a duty to public service, but she made a good speech, don't know how well that will go down on her Curricular Vitae, she even made cracks about herself representing the Whore In The Babble, selling her services.
Speaking of chasing small time pimps, the PackerVision version of ratings grabbing has the Blonde Bird catch the Old Man on less than impressive sexual exploits with youngsters in the Gay Community, the Hate Radio Talk-Back was all agog with anticipation, while the missing Midnight-To-Dawn bloke on GB was back! Or is he? Was he sacked or what and why? Is it Hand? He was too reasonable to stay in that bigoted stable I would have thought...
The good Media News is that Mad Drive Time Mike is to evacuate his seat on Our ABC, probably, but then instead of say engaging Ellen Fanning, she appeals to Me, she could be interesting, or maybe Steve Chase the State's Roundsman, but the rumours are favouring one of those two morning lightweights, god forbid...
The State Funeral of the glittering Nugget Coombes had Pat Dobson speaking for the Aboriginal Community, pouring shame on the Little Sullen Racist Bigoted Twit seated unrelaxed and uncomfortable in the audience, the Little Free-Speech-For-Hanson had tried to remove the words of outrage from the Aboriginal's speech, but Pat Dobson spoke uncensored of how horrified the wonderful Nugget would have been to see the Wicked Legislation passed through the House of Representatives on the day he died, and the Aboriginal Dancers in their traditional appearance on the cold stones of the Cathedral, ha, I love these perspectives, the memories of these great Servants of the Public will prevail long after the Little Hopeless Incumbent has been deposed and relegated to the Black Armband of History's Spittoon...
So if Saddam sets off a suspicious Crop-Duster Spray he stands to be H-Bombed, just a drop on anyone's skin they say, what sort of Brinks-Man-Ship do you get with a drongo, instead of MADly Mutually Assuredly Destruction, Saddam will be the Martyr on a direct trip out of this world, if he's being used as an example for the Rest of the Turkeys to keep in line, it's going to be Roast Turkey, has he got a sense of humor under that Let's Fill The Factories With Families idea, spose it's thinking up funny ways to die, and then it's the ethnic nature, Arabs and Jews and the United Nations, and religion, Muslim and Jews, Christians, et al ad infinitum plus, minus Heretical Atheists, Ah, it's good not to have any enemies...
Dear oh dear, but the thought is so provocative, with all the hunger in Korea and the reports of what they are eating, and then all that Roast Turkey over in Iraq... ... Oh no, just a thought, must've been the Yum-Cha and MSG I just had, beautiful mind altering meal, so full, why don't the North Koreans do something Patriotic like overthrowing the Despots? Look at the two basket cases, Korea and Iraq, both suffering from One Man Rule, and here are all these ill-informed Aussies wanting another one... Thing is neither Aussie Government would ever put that in a Referendum, the question wont ever be asked, you read it here first...
Now the Media question again, Like this morning on PackerVision they were refuting the Greenhouse Threat to Planet Earth, they run out these scientists, even acknowledging their Fossil Fuel Funding, regardless of the issue how can you expect unbiased words from Organisations depending on income from self-interested parties, all you can expect from Commercial Media is to be sold and told what they want you to hear... So to see Greenhouse being disputed probably means it's more real than ever...
Fed up with everything, might take a few days off and let the rest of the world go by...
Wake me when it's over, just can't get interested, it's like the Little Sour Puss is on the back of the stove simmering away in the heat of the kitchen and spluttering about half cooked, seems to be so much criticism being dropped into the pot to spice things up, makes I just want to sit back and let them stew.
Must be the World is going through another one of these concentrations of the mind, the International Stage has that tension, the Arab-Jew Religious Ethnic tension, the threat of Deadly Force to be used against the world of Islam as it expresses itself via Iraq, and then that Fundamentalist Massacre in the Valley of the Queens, the Tourist Tombs of Egypt, then the tottering Banks in Asia, talk of Rescue Packages, marvelously Cooperative Planet we've got... And just forget the Mass Deaths of the Migratory Birds, the Caspian Oil is where it's all at... Now where's my Stealth Bomber...
Not often I use the word Hate, but the News was full of the Acid Pyrite soils in the coastal flats, how enormous quantities of Acid and Metals were to be washing into the Coastal Waters and Coral Reefs and Dugong Sea Grass Beds, and there's a Developer whose Resort in the HinchinBrook Channel threatens the whole Web of Life, if only something dreadful befalls that man, if the acid dissolved him some how, the world would be a better place without him and those who protect him in the Tory Government, the Environment Minister is the most Sinister Hateful Inciteful Sneering example of a member of Australia's worst ever Government... Now there's a Patriotic Peace Purpose for a Stealth Bomber, zap a coastal developer...
It will be no surprise to see the level of opposition rise to more frustrated violence in these issues, this Tory Government is stirring up enormous ill-will in so many sections of the community. Boycott the Churches, that's the Tories call for the people in the bush, cause the Social Issues are none of the church's business, so they say.
And the Governor-General Sir William Deane is being a Leading Light in speaking up for the victims of the Tories, and the Tories whinge that no one should complain about the Social Dysfunction and every other damn blight they have brought down on those less able to defend themselves, they single out the weak and old and young to torment, the opposition to the Wicked Pinch The Ten Point Land has a galvanising effect on the community, things are going backwards for them so fast in the polls...
Maybe it's just Me, the emotional one, but it seems that there's a sort of new spirit of change coming about, there's a sort of ground-swell of anti-Tory opinion, you can feel the self-righteousness feelings coming out in what people say, and their indignation at the cruel nastiness of the current system, Globalisation is another binge by giant monopolies, the big swings in the elections overseas and in the State by-elections here, and then the polls are showing the disgust with the Tories, the thing is it's a lifestyle thing as well, the family isn't paramount in this system, the global corporation is, that perception is making people cranky, they must be getting sick of Work being the biggest thing is their lives, it's time to get their family lives back. Next time someone mentions efficiency and bottom lines they'll get booted out...
How come everything has to be so difficult, with all the so-called progress, how come there's such dissatisfaction, this century has provided electricity, light heat, appliances, tools, cars, planes, radio, television, movies, phones, and the Luddite Computer, there was a list in some encyclopedia, it's an endless list, in just 100 years, from horse and buggy, and yet the distribution of all that wealth concentrated amongst the few, the planet is sick to death, even people in the rich nations are as rapaciously hungry for more and more, the unlimited demand curve.
How do you make people sit back and relax contented... legalise the black markets for a start would repair most of the law and order fears, how can you marginalise the biggest money making commerce this side of the oil industry, it's weird, and reinvigorate the Public Services, and collect the avoidance taxes... and re-regulate, make elected officials responsible, and run a Government Bank and Airline to set standards again, and protect industries again to employ skills again, seems to me the rot started when the Free Trade Agenda got going... Who the hell is benefiting from Free Trade with Un-Unionised Un-Free Workforces? How can you buy cheap slave-made imported goods if you don't have a secure income? Where does your money go? Who owns the Global Capitalist Enterprises? Who's selling all our Aussie Assets? What does selling Telstra do for the non-stockholders? These and other questions will... ... Ummm, cause the Tories to be dumped next time round...
Heard of a gradual shift away from income taxes on labour and capital, and towards charges levied instead upon the consumption of our natural resources - a revenue source that can't be moved offshore, or to the bottom of the Harbour, has a charm to it, the prices of goods and services incorporating the values of the environment, will have to let the idea float around, seems to have a wisdom, wonder how it would work out, would have to contain a rehabilitation element spose, interesting thought, if you want to have the planet kept in good order and condition...
It's a Tory Capitalist Crime, export jobs overseas, take away welfare support, Public Service cuts create unemployment, fear of downsizing reduces spending, demand drops, small business collapses, scapegoat minorities to create racial disharmony, reduce spending on education, buy guns with the Medicare Levy, increase user pays fees to discriminate against poor families, squeeze old people out of nursing homes, let environmental vandalism bring international disrepute for greenhouse gases, incite rebellion from churches, bring in redneck reactionary penalties in the Dopey Drug War, how the hell would the Tories ever have got elected with their secret agenda... I am fed up...
Ok, so wot's the good news, the Cricket? Strike action in the cricket, should make the news at last, but who'll notice, they can play those fillers like Fish International Commercial, what a spew, and then Packervision refused to run the Anti-Gambling advertisements in Sure-Bet Jeff''s Casino Paradise down in Victoria, while he's ducking for cover behind a Privatised Auditor, looks like he's in for the big dump too... Back to the wife's apron strings where he came from, wonder what they'll hoist him on eventually, a Casino Career'd be odds on...
And export industries, seems what you do is have the Global Monopoly buy out the ownership of Aussie Businesses, then export products at a loss to the parent company overseas thereby paying no taxes locally and then the parent company sells at huge margins in overseas markets to collect the profit, and as well the parent company can do all the value adding with their preferred employees, where does that leave us... Ask the Rural Townships where there once used to be thriving industries, where have all the pay-cheques gone...
Anyway, hats off to Senator Bob Brown for getting rid of all the xtian crap when Parliament meets, what a hide to label this new Culturally-Diverse Nation as xtian, it's an insult to the intelligence, and to think that Harradine twirp has the balance of power, only those conceited colonial hangover's from the Imperial Monarchists could be thick headed enough... Ah that's better, the sooner Armagedden comes to take the bigoted xtians away the better, what a dream to be amongst a decent nation of Green Atheists... ha. Whoops, that's right, Me Forgot, the Churches are actually speaking up, redeeming the pedophilia, wouldn't be wise to turn your young backs on them, eh, maybe they might be doing some good for once...
Well here we are on the Draft Platform, the Labor Party has a new slogan, the Relaxed And Comfortable has become something of a measure being used to assess the Tories, they fail miserably, so for Labor it's Secure And Something, Comfortable? Nah, was Security and Opportunity. After lissening to the Australian Public Concerns, the Mighty Kim launched the New Directions today, the philosophy, a bit of intervention, a bit of higher taxes on higher earners without a GST, a bit of collective bargaining and awards, and an unemployment philosophy of work for all those who want to work, and a Public Service that works, and they say it's motherhood, well it is, that's what the hell they need, a bit mothering, maybe the Mighty Kim is the big sort of Gentle Man with Kind Eyes and a Big Heart to bring off another Sweet Victory...
And smiling away in the Audience at the Press Club was Sheryl Kernot, nodding approvingly, and laughing at the funny bits, cause Kim cracked a few light-hearted self deprecating jokes about changing course in the Labor Party, and claiming the moral high-ground, how could you miss with these Tory Klutzes, Kim did point out how inept the Tories were, and what a horrible thought it would be to wake up in the New Millennium Tune-Up-Times with the same Little Sour Puss as PM...
Well I thought Kim done good, felt how it was now most probable that there was the next PM, right there, and of course lately we've met Kim's Mum and Dad, highly impressive, said Kim had the Tony Blair's about him nowadays, even Richo of Nein had a Barbie with Kim with a huge plate of Meat, was that just for the two of them? Made me wonder if Richo would take Kim for a spin in the Black Triumph and Side-Car... But Kim made a luvly picture at home with his lovely wife and new kids and lamented the strains of Political life on his home and haven.
Even Gareth sounds good lately, he's seemed more human, it looks like Labor is putting on a new face, changing it's mind about letting people suffer so much, and putting the place back in order, and the need to get rid of these Tory Twirps is burning in the bellies again, judging by Cookies' loss of patience, what decent person wouldn't be goaded by such a sniveling little slime-ball, anyway, the New Australian Labor Government Goods Train is at the Draft Platform, just need to get the passenger carriages hooked up and we're away, what a vision...
Almost hot, sunny afternoon, the afternoon to waste, television, cripes, It's Samson, without Delilah, the whipping part, it's Tape B Music, Cie La Vie Sail Away Any Way You Want, Do What Ya Want, it's right, and Nein Cricket and there's the responsibility too, the duty to talk to the net, what a life, and then there's the party, the party you have with the most favourite things, cept it's on your own, there must be all these parties going on all over, in all these single lives, and yet it's so spoiling, and they stay snookered, isn't it just a matter of joining up all the parties, a pagan orgy, everyone does their own thing, god... Sexual Diversity, like everything, divide and rule, society is so split up, who, how, will they ever get back together again, and they make these movies about Harry Met Sally pains, and that's as far they ever get... Whoops, Samson is just about to shove over the columns in the temple... what a coincidence...
Plus two bottles of donated home brew, it's not often you get to have a party anymore may as well go the whole way, stereo's loud thumping away, a smorgasbord of thump, on Stadium Setting to fill the place up, the doors are rattling. And that's on top of a double dose to that recommended as wise, on the sip sip sip regime, so it's blissfully pissed, if not a little tired and sentimental and emotional, and knowing how you are, and making the most of it under the circumstances... and this isn't going out...
It's all political out there, how's a man do what a man has to do, with everyone watching a different channel, what a conundrum, eenie meenie miney moe, could say like I know how life is when you've all got families and Lives, trouble is he and a whole swag of other poor souls haven't Got-A-Life anymore, just this blissful existence of looking after hisself, so easy. So how am I ever gonna let it all hang out with everyone looking in, that's the trouble nobody does look in anymore, like I look in on Houie, but no one looks in on me, but it's fun really dicing with life on your own what the hell... So unless I get a partner, a woman to share then it's all to no avail, all you'll ever get is this rave on Life, and I want to write about teaching a baby to talk, and think... Back to the party... hic!
This is as pissed As me has been for a long while, 'twas patriotism that made him do it, it's a rotten feeling to be disgusted with your own country, instead of bursting with pride, and feeling good about things, now it's disappointment, that they voted these cruds in for a start, you'd think this might teach them to be more considerate of politics and their vote, it's only an opinion anyway nowadays, a perception out there, it the public changes it's opinion the politics have to follow it now, that's the tragedy.
The whole ethics of Life is on the Look-Out-For-Yourself basis, User Pays, Competition, those things make life a misery, you'd be mad to vote for that philosophy, who the hell wants to be preoccupied with worrying about your own country all the damned time, at least with Labor and Keating it was one in all in, and one Australia, and peace and pride, those things are important when life keeps giving you the horrors every other day with this Tory mob, bossy, bloody minded stupid, misguided by godliness and imposing themselves on everyone else, what a pack of turds, Well they can get out of our faces and piss off. Scuse me...
Hmmm, it seems the Editor of this vituperation has got the shits and feels like sounding off, and why not, it's the expression of hurt and hope and hate that gets said on the net, spose the Secret Police are there all the time, maybe the Net does have that secret freedom, like Laurie said, he seems like a very erudite chap, and Con, he's true blue, and the others on the back-channels, just shows there is another consensus, a ray of hope...
The Test Match over in Perth finished a bit early, seems the Kiwis didn't hit enough Sex's, poor struggling white men stuck down the bottom of the Pacific trying to hold onto Cricket, you know what pisses Me off? Shit, must be pissed to have capitalised again, what pisses Me off is that Ummm, forgot, yes, Aha, its that Cricket and Coal Mining are what's giving Unions a Good Name, JESUS, how come your favorite Weapon for Wealth has been devoted to defending digging up Global Warming, and then the Cricket, who the hell will miss it, whoops, a bit like the Royal Family, once they get rich they get Uppity. Well I look down upon the lot of them from a great height, a great hypocritical height at that, cause Druids are tall is all.
Nah, I love the cricket, when Aussie blokes sit back and relax with Your Our ABC, and ponder upon the imponderables of cricket, like why that bloke stands in Slips, and not down in the Gully, and then the cakes used to come to Our ABC, commentary box, someone must have tapped the pencil while Alan MCGilvray went on with a lament about the lack of stoic fortitude when times changed, and playing for Australia became playing for Money and Australia, it's a pity it's turned out like this, that money is the mother, but that's the way it is... Mad Dogs and Englishmen go out in the Midday Sun... Houie does that one too, 'tis a wonderful thing to see the English Heritage stand out in the heat for five days while Cave Hermits lounge about in the shade, cool man, and half pissed... commentary drowned out with Thump...
No matter life goes on, just fill up some more space on the net, what about all those who can't ever be on the net, who's gonna speak for them, eh, someone's got to do it... And I feel sorry for the Aboriginals, they seem like nice people, and have it tough, and are pushed about, I'd like to see the Aboriginals appreciated as a wonderful heritage, put on a pedestal, and admired for how well they preserved the Natural Nature of the whole place, when the Europeans arrived the Aboriginals in their own way had preserved a Tread-Very-Lightly style of living upon the land, and they should be applauded for their customs and attitudes and examples, it's criminal to treat them so shabbily.
There's a strange transposition with Aboriginal Life too, like when Whitey wants to go on holidays, he heads for the half dressed beaches and camping grounds and lolls about in the simple life, yet that lifestyle was the typical day before European Settlement, what a life living by the creek, which ran in to the lagoon, which drained into the sea, beneath the southern headland, with a littoral reef of oysters and seafood, yummy, when it gets hot just run into the water as fast as you can till you trip up and splash, all that lovely brown skin, now it's Cricket on the Wacca with Blue UV Sunglasses and cancers and talk of greed and ownership and marketing rights, well I don't buy it...
And even now with all this racist hatred about, the Aboriginals still, are appealing to be just let allowed to live and let live, have access to their cherished lands even while it's being abused by graziers and such, its a most gracious basis to accept Reconciliation on, Australians ought to feel blessed to have such a wonderful offer from the Traditional Owners.
And personally I would like to see a Ceremonial Aboriginal President of Australia, would give this country a good name, and Aboriginal names do have a sort of luvly sound too, President Too-Woomba- WooLoo-MooLoo- Tipoo-Burra- Wooloo-Ongong, or someone like that,
And as part of the Reconciliation have Pauline Wun-Nation in one of the Yarralumla Rooms off the back stairs wrapped in an old musty flag, so she can feel part of it all... And then, when there's a reception for visiting Heads of State, from the Mother Countries, where lots of the Australian people have come from, who live here now, in their beloved Australia, well Pauline could have a place reserved at every dinner, to Please Explain Her Feelings, about all the other people in the world, face to face, on behalf of her embarrassing percentage of Australia, just give her the opportunity to express her opinions about every other nation we happen to come into contact with, that ought to do it...
So at every Aussie Banquet, have an Aboriginal President of the Republic, and a Chief Racist Bigot to be there at all the official gatherings, Freedom of Speech Little Bigoted Twit style, just so long as she doesn't speak for all of us, cripes, I would think there would be a fleeing to other parts of the room, like from a tyranny, rather than flocking to Her side, they have a string of people on their lists, sooner or later as they tick off the undesirables, the Fickle Finger of Fatal Fascism gets to point at everyone else cept them, is that a conspiracy theory? Duck... The survivor's of Ethnic Cleansing continue on, seems to be the way to go nowadays...
Dunno when it started but now it's stopped, The Party's Over, the hangover from Booze is such a drawback, had Me thinking how the Religious Wowsers have been copping it from all sides of late with their history of Innumerable Wars and Persecutions and Pogroms, while in just this last century there's the lessons of Prohibition creating Gangsterism, the repeated corruption of society again with the Dopey Drug War, driving underground the Prostitution and Other Sexual Preferences, the Pedophiles havens too, and the Stolen Children from both Black and White mothers, not to mention their criminal population policies, and the holy of holies Ethnic Cleansing all in the name of their god, streuth, and the ostensible standards they profess to live by, Losers Pay, Ha... Whereas Atheists cannot be labeled with anything like the Wowsers have with their list of Trouble Causing Decadence... This came from American Atheists:
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There is much to be said for the notion that we often crave that which we denounce with a maximum of passion, and a minimum of intellect. Certain practices, especially those of an erotic nature, become alluring, compelling, even "addictive" when given an aura of taboo and prohibition. Call it the draw of the forbidden. |
Cause the Net becomes compelling and addictive, but I just couldn't resist.
There's gonna be a Second Stage of Living Talkback, saying as how that movie Thank God He Met Lizzie has brought up the plight of all those into a second stage life and doing it on their own, well who's the expert on this one, all those people who pledged their troth and then put in the effort and then had it all dissolve away, what do you do the second time around, or eighth or two hundred and twentieth, so Bob Ellis came on and said women had been left on the shelf, the freedoms of the Earlier Romances and then stuck childless and ringless, and then left alone, while men somehow find someone to carry on with.
And then the Talkback was from single women with rationalising stories of living with pets instead, denying unhappiness and free from domination, then the Counselor agreed with everything Bob Ellis said... They need the definition of being permanently partnered, appearing in public together instead of alone, and Bob said he'd never heard of any woman who regretted having the last four kids in the old days...
Nothing like a good cooling shower on a hot day, it's the circumstance is all, the ritual Job-of-Man to change the washers, had me drenched with a waterfall from the ceiling, it provides an air condition effect in the Easterly breeze while racing up to the turn off the Mains, now the sad part is that bloke who managed to hang himself, In Excess, by the belt? on a cupboard? Will miss such an opportunity ever more, death denies these simple pleasures in life, conquering a tap washer, a feeling of pride, where would women be without us infamous men, eh?
Today is the Hands for Wik display on the Old Parliament's Lawns in Canberra, all the Plastic Bio-Degradable Hands are being planted out, I have one there for the Cave Hermits, and the History-In-The-Making feelings are said to be in the air, the Big Wik Ten Point Plan Amendment is up in the Senate for consideration, like a big stinking carcass to be butchered, with the amendment being bigger than the original law, which they said was too complex, and is now going to be modified with 300 plus Hostile Senate Amendments from Labor, the Greens, Democrats and Harradines, Hmmm, harridan, isn't that some old anti-social nag...
After seeing the beseeching of god that doesn't lissen, the Parliament opened up with Pauline's Assassination Video clip, and the Tories had Old Sinclair request that Channel Seven's Witness not show the stuff, there goes their freedom of speech, and this is after Pauline's Assignation With Her Nemesis was lampooned all over the radio and newspapers since the story broke yesterday to howls of incredulity and chuckles, so when she was about to be banished to the Sin Bin, they held back, and so there she sits defiant, amongst her mortal enemies it seems... to her anyway... chatting with Graham Kalgoolie Campbell, he's ok... to her anyway...
Well I reckon it has become a catharsis of that pressure cooker of Right Wings, it should be thus, that a pressure group gets to be seen and heard and vent like that, better than being underground, like the Dopey Drug war, who did assassinate the Cabramatta Hero... Be thankful for small mercies that Pauline is as she is, and Joe and Flo were as they were, everyone gets to see them for what they are, don't you worry about that... Ignorant, Uncaring, Hypocritical, that's what Tim the Burgermeister had to say about Church People... Who's side is he on? Does he know? Just as well Tim is there to say the right things, he has bucket-loads of them...
There's the Blue Eyes show, SBS Ethnic Broadcasting has on, the Blue Eyed Lady, Jane someone, a so-called Nigga-Luva, she was called that name since she demonstrated racist bigotry in her school teaching, she showed how the superiority of humans over other humans can be done so easily, it's a learned tactic, you get to see Brown Eyes and Blue Eyes swap Superiority places and how the racism is a learned and un-learnable feature and that racial superiority isn't a genetic trait, but everyone's capacity to act out roles, this rotten technique has been at the bottom of English Public Schools where the Upper Class looks down on the Lower Class and it becomes the basis of the whole Class System of Education, in Australia Private Education follows the same principles more and more, has the Posh and Snobs and Socialites and Superiors, thing is I look down on all of them...
Come to think of it, when I was a young school boy, with Forest Coloured Eyes, he took it upon hisself to not stand for the Queen, at the movies, all alone, a rebellion at that age, all these people, adults and all towering over him, to stay seated was an act of defiance... And then the rubbish they came up with at the Sunday School, Church of England, Yeeech, that was another insult to the intelligence...
There's been that Racism Power thing bugging me lately, about that program from the Blue Eyes Lady, it's so basic for a learned tactic, when you think about it, it's the whole basis for all the racist bigotry, and then further on, it's the power behind all those Empires, and Dominations through history, and now it's Discrimination, take those English Public Schools where the new boys are bastardised by older boys, the boy learns what it feels like and then how to dish it out, they do it in the Armed Forces and in Business, and in Sport, you learn how to dominate someone... The Tories instill discrimination purposefully into their brats... that's the difference with Public Aussie Schools, fancy having a perverse kid come home more snobbish than the parents, they deserve it...
And then there's the Racist Powers they perpetuate on those infernal English Television shows, they show this perpetual Class Domination crap, no wonder they always find these weirdos cross dressing escapism, there's the Soaps for the Third World too, to teach them their place in the Power Hierarchy, no one ever gets to jump up a rung on the ladder, they're never good enough, billions watch that stuff... To be politically correct you get treated like shit...
Another little fact of life that the Wik Land Title brings to light, the grand hypocrisy of the original settlers and the Huge Lie they live saying the land was vacant in the first place, when it was taken by force and never paid for, the Promised Land justification for the Chosen People for their Real Estate God, to have them squeal now rings hollow...
Been a week of the bizarre already, and now it's this Sydney Harbour Casino Star City, with fireworks, but it's an evil edifice, and the people who like that sort of thing, and build them, and put it forward as a good thing, makes you wonder how long it will last as a promoted feature of life or will be dropped back to just barely tolerated, it's better to have Casinos up the back stairs in laneways with no outward sign of it, like opium dens should be too, it's not good to promote activities that have such a predictable downside, you bet your life away, and the lives of your family, and the desperation creates crime... Who needs it, High Rollers, models of the Markets... Place your bets, well Houie reckons you oughta be able to get cheaper meals down there, so I will go look down on the place soon...
Wow, In the Dark of Night, at the broad daylight funeral, and someone sounding like Nick Cave wishes you were by his side, I never could stand funerals but this one beats... well approaches... the Princess Die effort, to put away Another-Someone-We-Never-Knew, I had never heard of him till the Newspapers overflowed, the bizarre hanging, the bizarre Groupie Wife, the bizarre Knighthooded Irishman, but for commercial television Seven to break in on the bizarre Great White Shark, risky, but it rained at the Cricket, thank god, but the Church would've made an Echoey Nick Cave sound good, but he wouldn't let it go out live on the telecast, makes ya want to go and get all dressed up... like them... black shorts, what a coincidence... GWS has gone Republican, makes all the difference...
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And it's another Thunderstorm Hot afternoon, yesterday too, nothing in it much, but Bondi Beach had a strange Cloud come in from the sea, It's A Sign! It's A Sign! I felt the sea breeze out in the bush, Pooch finds a spot ahead to drop in the shade, it's always at the mouth of a gully and the breeze feels wonderful on the sweat, looks the Pop Funeral is gonna have a Storm rage religiously over it, to stretch a point as is their religious want... The scary weather prediction is the fire, now it's gone Hollywood Wildfire, the old bushfire is upgraded now, and it's a threat always there, just wish the planet had it's carpet of trees back to cool things down a bit, lovely in a bit of Forest Shade on a hot day...
Then there's Jana Wendt taking good dollars, from Our ABC, in an outsourcing insult, after she was for sale on the Holy Market, the whore for the big bucks, rubbing shoulders with Rupert and the luminaries, then transgressing their stupidities, to come crawling back to Our ABC, in the Trojan Horse of a production company, it's an outright travesty of decency, she stooped into the muck, makes an I'm sorry, I've sinned, I've seen the errors of my ways... ... Big Deal, the catholic way out, she could apply for a job with Our ABC, but I would prefer Maxine or Liz Jackson, or Ellen Fanning, or Sally Neighbour, or Julie McGrossen, or any of the other Female Journalists, even Jennifer Byrne, and besides the production team is also there equipped with skills... Once they've destroyed the in-house production they will feel safer going on with their Ideologies, with no-one watching...
Oh yes, the Australian Labor Party Soapbox is back, it runs in last in first up order now, be interesting to watch in the current climate, it has a special place it seems...
The Fantastic Melbourne Cricket Ground, with a big Soccer Rectangle laid out on it, and the Iranian-Aussies sprinkled through the crowd, and some enormous Television audience, what a throb from the roaring crowd, Patriotism from the Anthems, and it was on, what a sight, and Australia was in the lead, and the goal netting had come loose, but then the Final Score put Iran into the World Cup... Never mind, seems the Muslim World would be best served to have the Spirit of Sport to Reconcile themselves with their Western World antagonists...
Free Trade and Specialisation Theories, everyone does their special thing and concentrates their eggs in the one basket and gives up doing things that other people do, and when Australia ends up being Servants For Tourism, gives up assets and skills to Gobbling Globalising Monsters, exports raw materials and imports everything else, like a flea on an elephant, when the elephant dies there goes everything, what about independence and self sufficiency and doing things our way, being a kite tail in the Asian Wild Winds doesn't feel too good now with the Financial Meltdown, what about being insulated from the idiots in the Holy Market, nothing's equal, there is no level playing field, never will be, it's a hazardous Golf Course of bunkers and lost balls...
After all the Bomber Jackets lined up in Canada, with the Little One Out Twit being the usual embarrassment, the Recalcitrant Mahatir actually trod on the Free Trade toes too, makes for an odd bedfellow, he's been saying all the wrong things in the Holy MarketPlace, another Heretic, cripes...
There's a howling wind outside, and the place is a tinderbox. The Weather is a scary place now, I woke to an eerie grey morning with smoke in the air, it triggers the love of the camp fire and romance, and now it carries fear with the wind, these wildfires from lightning strikes, everywhere, hundreds of them all over the country, images on the television, puny helicopters dumping imperceptible retardants into huge dry cauldrons of bush, seems like Gaia is turning up the heat, as if fire and water will be weapons against humanity...
The Little Blockhead wont lissen and will make things worse at the Kyoto Greenhouse Conference, jesus he's an incompetent Little Nong, like being in the Keystone Cops Car, the Little Dummy at the wheel, out of control, his feet don't reach the pedals, and he can't see over the dashboard, and there's a racist fight in the back seat, and the GreenHouse has his glasses fogged...
Well it feels a lot better being collected by the Big Beazley Peace Train, what a relief to see Labor saying the right things again, with Labor you get that Security and Certainty and Intelligence and a Tolerance, they've got the people too, Darryl Melham has been a tower of strength in the face of the storm, if only the great Political Chasm was drawn between Labor and the Greens, a sort of benefits for the unionised workers against protection and rehabilitation of the environment, the Welfare State regulated by Real Sustainability, there's no place for Eco-Rats except for the bells and whistles Capitalism, that should come third. Welfare and Environment first, and Rich Shits last, and make that the model for the rest of the world to follow, it's madness to follow these wide-eyed Eco-Rats coming back from study tours in the USA.
This week was to be the Wik Debate, and turned out to be a charade, there was Pauline's If you are watching this I have been Murdered Video Clip, and then the Freehold Title claims dredged up in the tactics, seems every smartarse trick these Tory Twits pull gets the scabs pulled off, to have that Senator Minchin try to convince anyone of anything with that smirk boggles the mind, he speaks for mining giants it seems, and the Bossley bloke is one of those xtian types, on the Promised Land for Chosen People Crusade for great god Real Estate Agent, christ knows what drives Harradine, he's a closet something though, impregnator, but to have the Nation hanging on his every word, it's disgusting, and caused cause the Tory Trickery wont give the sickly Colsen's disgraced absence a pair for Labor, so the Balance of Power is fudged, what distorted times when you have an abhorrent government...
None of this racist crap will stand in the long run anyway... ask Hitler, now didn't he die from causes of death like Pauline said too... Schindler's List was put up for the ratings against the opening of the Star City for Gambling Nincompoops, while Sydney was Trashed with Tinsel and Tittivation, the racism in Thomas Kennealy's movie was not something I could watch, it's too sick...
Spose at least the Good News is that the Rascals Government of the poverty stricken, drought stricken, history stricken, Papua-New-Guinea basket case has been exposed, there seems to be a cultural problem there which I Can only despair of, a dreadful situation, the Cargo Cult is back in vogue... actuoooly I could do with some of that hisself if anyone wants to make a donation the Strike Fund...
Just saw the Little Squib sitting in the dark doing some stage managed twitchy hand movements, what a disaster, the sooner it's all over the better he said, the sooner he's kicked out the better I reckon, there was no compromise, he got locked in behind closed doors early on, when someone hasn't got it, the Holy Grail of Leadership, there's nothing worse than trying to act as if he does, particularly in an important job, can't remember what he said, Houie And I were chiacking him most of the time, same story about no Native Title Extinguishments but the taxpayers would fork out compensation when there was, nothing about broadening the Primary Industry Definitions or ... everything else, just a fob job... And saying the public were sick of Wik, ha, it's him and his rotten Government they're sick of... Even made me sick when he drivels, As Your Prime Minister... Arrrrrrrrgh! Chuck Spew Vomit Spit, what a Little Wretch...
The basically bad thing about this Tory Government is the way they got elected, they fudged on the Policies, it was a disenchantment misinformation campaign, the hideous cutbacks they made, the sabotage of the Public Institutions, the secrecy, it was all behind closed doors, their consultation over Wik was with insiders, then there was the nod and smirk tactic, The People know what we are on about... "Twas the racist cruel greedy agenda they kept quiet about, they have no mandate and the polls are showing it, so sick of them, ineptitude, like when Hewson was defeated they had a post mortem, the Grand Tactic: Don't Tell Them...
Well there goes Autumn, a long hot summer ahead, the Earth blanketed by GreenHouse gases. The World Climate Conference beginning in Kyoto where making money sweeps all other considerations aside, where the Australian case for increasing CO2 outputs will be derided, and nothing much will be done, Prophets of Doom have predicted more climate disasters, Fires Floods and Famine, not to mention spreading disease, and once we all thought the future looked rosy, dear oh dear, for me it's back to the dancing on the sloping decks...
The Opposition's Right of Reply by the Mighty Kim Beazley went over well, brought up the question of honour in history for the following generations of Australians, and made some reassuring noises about the Coexistence with Native Title as against that last scare mongering Tory Trickery about Freehold Land, if that was so why are the Tory Racist Scum endeavouring to provide upgrades for the Rich Leaseholders, don't they realise how nakedly ugly they look, so Kim Beazley was presented well, but I had the feeling the camera angle was too high on him, to get those kindly eyes working the camera should be looking up to him... Then everyone will, but Kim Beazley had an air of assurance and realism and heart, and the vision was there, the future figured in for Reconciliation, deliberation and consensus rather than the Little Quick Fix...
But just to show what a Little Dangerous Incompetent can do at the wheel of the Ship of State, the Little Bigoted Twit came on Our ABC, Seven Thirty Report to downplay the divisiveness of a Double Dissolution Race Based Election, he discounted the dangers, he has shown already that to put RedNeck Party Room Rhetoric out as policy is madness, he must be surrounded with idiots even less well equipped, Racial Issues in an election campaign could ignite that Tit for Tat intimidation and threats of violence, the Little Unmitigated Disaster is the worst thing in politics that I Can remember, fancy him being more historic than Keating, infamy is this pitiful Prime Minister's destiny...
Heard a bloke yesterday talking about his book, The Death of Economics, was it? He made a point which stuck in My mind, about Market Competition, how the theory was unregulated market forces would always smooth out the inequities, then went on to ask who really benefited? Like while the workers would compete for lower wages, and more work for less pay, and give up their conditions, and take what they could get, with no regulation or arbitration, that this would make corporations more efficient and profitable, mathematical models said so, he refuted that, but then the question of University Trained Management Level workers competing for executive salary jobs had no such cost cutting market principles, the salary of a CEO was millions even though thousands of skilled applicants were competing for his job, not her job, how come you can't walk into the executive suite and offer to do the job for four million rather than five million, where are the market forces? Is this a distortion of free market principles, the real meaning of self-regulation? Ha.
Besides that there was the lack of other Scientific Disciplines involved in Economic Rationalism, why aren't all the other Sciences considered, the psychology of the community, the ecology of the environment, the consequences of social disorders caused by unfettered Capitalist Markets is here, the evidence is it hasn't worked, look at the Gangsterism in Russia, and the failures in Asia, and the poor in the USA, this bloke was excellent on all the issues, was an interview with the luvly old pinko Terry Lane maybe, can't remember, so much to keep up with...
Seems to be another perception making a tidal shift too, the privatisation of such things as Ambulances and Hospitals and Education and the Tramways and Tollways and Water and Electricity and the Tele-Communications, but there's this fiddle going on now with Job Search, the CES Employment Service being Privatised! It's crazy! Hopefully one day the future generation will nationalise these Community Services, Capitalist dogmas need a good hammering... Where's that Eureka Stockade flag, this country needs a rebellion to get truly reconciled...
Another aspect of Competition Policy, unfettered, is that example from Russia, once all these Privatised Corporations are running the Communities needs rather than the Government, what happens when corruptions threats and intimidation wend their way into these upper echelons even more? The Government has washed it hands of responsibility, what can the community do? What were those three words of the French Revolution, Liberty, was one, does mean the rich have the freedom to enslave?
What the hell were all those revolutions for in history? All the Major Societies have had them, democracy was supposed to be the answer, responsible Government making Regulations, it seems these Tories have an agenda to remove Government, weaken it, give way to the imposition of whatever these Bail Out Bankers put about, isn't this history repeating itself? Who's setting the policies for Asia's Meltdown recovery? Jack Lang must be growling in his grave... Jack Who, sorry, like the Sydney Morning Herald's 50,000th edition, so much faded history...
The day the fire fears became real again and hit the suburbs, summer just started and the fire threat is sweeping around the fringes of Sydney, evacuations and homes burnt, this may be the last journal entry for a while, looks like I will have to pack up and go...
It looms up over you, low clouds of smoke the brown and white hot smoke it was, rushing overhead the fire coming straight for you then the miraculous change arrived, the Southerly turned out to be a Sou'Easter, the fire went past instead of through... very lucky, Fire the symbol of the hearth, to leave the wilds for the Caves using fire, and it's such a power...
Now it's just a few glows over in the dark, and then a whopping great crash and sparks, so what can you do... Make sandwiches...
Was good to hear Prof. Paul Ehrlick put down the Little Moronic Gaseous Twit, was saying how apart from all the other things in politics, the Environment came first and to have this unpopular Prime Minister being friends with Fossil Fuel Freaks and taking their rubbished science to the Kyoto Would Climate Conference was a good reason to dump him, use your vote to get rid of politicians who pander to these self interested environmental vandals in big business, they cost jobs in the alternative energy industries and corrupt the issues to save their own skins.
Like that Boswell bugger was saying the cotton industry was good for the economy, what about the devastated river system, how the sugar industry was good, what about the acid pyrite soils killing the northern rivers and reefs, how the pastoral industry was good, what a ridiculous joke... Those politicians who represent companies rather than people ought to be chucked out on corruption, the So-Called Liberal Party funding is a most questionable part of politics, look at tobacco...
The Climate Conference going on while Australia burns, the fires came on the wind and horrified people all over the country, two men died, what a tragedy to suffer like that, around here the place is all a twitter and possums running about, refugees from the bush, it's all burnt out, still smoking, the wind changed at just the right time for some and put others in the path, they say there's little to be done when the conditions go dry, humidity drops and the winds blow.
Even hazard reduction hardly stops them, stories of lines drawn to contain fires don't work, there seems to a mercilessness, and a futility, there's an evacuation and waiting helplessly, the efforts of the Bush Fire Brigades and volunteers are the last line of defense, a wonderful contribution, but in the big picture, the world climate warming, the scientific predictions being fulfilled, hazard reduction in these other areas is still the best option, kick out hazardous pollies, start with the Little Let's Mine More Coal Gas then, put out his fires first, with a thriving damp forest humidifying the air it would seem these wild fires wouldn't be so severe...
So tired spent the night in the fire haze, waiting for some tragedy but was spared, for another day maybe, how come everything happening in the normal course of events seems so dangerous, the fish are sick, the meats are poisoned, the exhausts are killing us, fire and rains drive us out, the global economy enslaves us, and television turns young brains to mush, feral children turn anti-social renegades, thoughtlessness prevails, the works of man seem to be hijacked by economic vandals, they wont put that stuff in their Madness Models, no accounting for taste...
Reading the Sydney Morning Herald's 50,000th Anniversary Issues has been engrossing with a sweep of local history laid out, some of the photographs speak a thousand words, an Elizabeth Street, Hyde Park picture in 1911 with horse and buggy and tram lines and a group of people standing talking in the middle of the road, the trees in Hyde Park not as tall as the crowded electricity power poles, a different world, no Ozone Hole or GreenHouse Gas Exhausts and no Internet pages with such editors as Me...
The Herald editorial history made the helplessness of the man in the street, and woman in the kitchen, more apparent, victims of big money ideas and politics and influence, the influence to make and break governments, having ideas channeled through the perceptions of these businesses with their propaganda agendas, what is all that? The Establishment, it ran things, it was divided on religion and money, my, haven't things changed, ha. Can remember being so pissed off with the Herald in it's hey day, nowadays there seems to be a last bastion of Free Press about it, not having a mogul at the helm makes all the difference spose, still, it's not often I agree with Herald editorials, or bothers with more than a cursory glance, you expect some closed mind conservative crap... But then, for the most part, that's our Australian history...
Another horror story to set the tone of the Tory Government, someone unknown, due to commercial confidentiality, has come up with millions of dollars to break the Unions on the Wharves, and there's Nothing Wrong according the Minister for Wharfie War, the Clown Big Stick Wreath, just a few Sandline Mercenary style physical violence toughs, ex-commandos trained in subversive tactics, specialising in terrorism, like one bloke had a list of bondage and discipline techniques as his resume highlights, handcuffs and restraints a specialty, do ya reckon the Clown Wreath likes to be tied up then... Doesn't bother him, Hmmm, something in the closet there...
The Minister for Defense Real Estate Sales on Sydney Harbour foreshores was dragged away from his pet project to Privatise the Defense system, mercenaries are ok with him cause he knows nothing about them, Now look at these home units we are gonna put up on Middle Head, just convert these bunkers, look at all these luvly dreamy drawings... and don't interrupt me again... Wanta privatised dry dock for your Maxi-Yacht? Oh, so there are military personnel in the Wharfie War Mercenaries, just on holidays, with a few weeks in a secret hangar somewhere learning stevedoring... How ludicrous can they get...
They were saying how Labor venerated it's past leaders and took pride in it's past histories, like Gough did the PM's on PM's last night and was loved by all, so cute and witty too, a little less cryptic, but then what could they ever say on the history of the Tory So-Called Liberal? Party, so it took two toadies, As me always told people of the bias in the ex-Our ABC Radio National's Pru Gohard, rhymes with Howard, who's now on a Little Bigoted Appointment for Women's Affairs it seems, has the same flavour as appointing that cretin to Chair the board of Our ABC, put the rot in at the top, but there's a book she and her latest husband put out on lauding the Little Bigoted Twits political history, must be the thinnest book, it was with incredulous distaste that I heard the promotion spiel by the husband with Mad Mike, mind bogglingly weird, are they on something? Other than the payroll...
The ALP Soapbox has been more interesting, had a funny little episode with Neville doing a tirade against the world and then copping a whole lot of advice which he appears to have taken, it feels better to stop bashing your head against the wall, so the Soapbox taps into so many expert opinions, it gets addictive, and with the judicious editing, so far, to spare us from abuse, it could well be a constructive feature of the Internet World, there is a need for that sort of thing...
Edward Gough Whitlam and his PM's on PM speech or sermon from the Old Parliament. He was excellent, how he reassured Margaret that Tory Minister Warwick Smith wasn't about to make them sell up to move into a nursing home, then he did his memoirs of the PM's past, some funny anecdotes too, how one of the PM's babies came along nine months after recuperating from a broken leg, he's cute when he gets going is old Gough, what a treasure.
And Gough spoke with all the flair and fun he brings to light things up, he went into his favourite themes of Synchronised Four Year Terms, fewer cheaper less corrupt election campaigns, the lack of respect for the High Court, how States should transfer health and education functions to the Feds, functions should follow the funding, how Menzies left the Vietnam Legacy for four PM's, and Menzies did the Call a committee and shelve it tactic, how the good old days in Old Parliament House were cheek by jowl affairs, an ensuite ventilation pipe gave the Press the Government's movements and leaks, Menzies Simplistic Powers of Propaganda as how the maps of Red Hordes descending down to Australia, were paralleled with the current spectacle of the Little Brown Stain's Racist Map.
How Menzies lost the Empire and the Entire Plot, how Harold Holt had been quietly removing English symbols and taught Gough so much about the world of International Politics, the Blue Ensign Flag patriotism is a myth, 'twas the Union Jack dominating all along, and then how through all the trials, the Cold Nuclear War and misfortunes of the Labor Party, He quoted in Latin, We Shall Emerge And See The Stars Again... His Excellency walked on water again...
Just trying to think of anything good happening under this Reign of Ineptitude, spose the last day of having Mad-Mike doing Our ABC, Drive Time is such a relief, although that giggling-girty to replace him doesn't inspire much, surely they could find someone with some gravity, that's where Melbourne's Our ABC, has it all over Sydney, they have sophistication to burn down there, up in Sydney it's like hot air balloons...
Was almost as aggravating as seeing the Little Bigoted Twit walk and talk, so he's pushing Australia to the brink, gees he's a Little Shit, the Wik response by the Tory Turds was hacked with amendments, even Labor has disgraced itself over those illegal leases issued, mainly by Goss in Queensland, it's a shameful episode already but now Labor are being pragmatic spose, to get elected, some strange mind change by Harradine on the words of Gareth Evans, and that Boswell booby stirring up the anarchy, this country has been led backwards into division, such racial hatreds in the Looming Double-Dissolution Election will be another chapter in Black Armband History...
Thank goodness the atheist chaos rains have come on those god-given fires, after the original forecasts of Fiery Doom, now the wet weather has come to dampen down the fears, amazing how the mood changes when the smoky smells dissipate, the sirens die down and the evacuees come home to take the precautions they neglected beforehand, stay with the house they reckon now, the fires go through relatively quickly and the able bodied occupants can best deal with the small burns from inside their homes, it's a very risky business, inside taps need hose connections for a start, but around every city fringe there needs to be hazard reduction burns every winter, that buffer just has to be with the Greenhouse Effect giving us El Nino Wild Fires out of the blue...
The Adjournment Debate on this Tory Day of Infamy was a classic and saw Kim Beazley do his best work yet, after the Clandestine Secrecy of the Wharfie Scab Mercenaries they went through rejecting the Wik amendments, then the Little Insipid Whinge whined about his usual guff, and the Mighty Kim Beazley put the whole thing into perspective, how they'd done the stupid idiotic things in managing the whole debacle, and how the strategy they should have played would have left them with the gains in that, and then Kim Beazley did the Next Election Layout, with the issues he'd run on, and it sounded pretty good, he done well did Big Kim Beazley, bout time we a had a decent sized Prime Minister...
Dear oh Dear, Old Chap, Rah Rah Rah, Patriotism, 'tis in the air, the Night of the proms, which I Can selectively turn up, so funny, shouldn't say, but the music is excellent when you change the words to a more basic body parts level, does the Celtic Heart good, Houie cracked poor Me up this arvo in part one, it's a wonderful sport to dump it all back on them, and now part two in the night, and there appears a few ring-in flags are waving, the Eureka Stockade Flag? But then Patriotism is there in Bucketfulls.
Kim Bucketfulls of Reconciliation and Togetherness and Tolerance and Peace and Self-Respect Beazley did it again today, with the polls crying for leadership and pride in our country, there was Big Kim Beazley stepping into the breach, and he fills it up nicely, so good to have a voice there in the murk and horrible smirk of these Tories, and now he's raised above them all, towering, a pillar of strength and righteousness, and has the people following him, climbing on board the Peace Train.
And the Big Puffin' Billy Engine Driver Kim Beazley will give them the power now to rise up over these sidetracking bush-ranging desperate land-grabbing mean cruel and heartless Tory scumbags, makes ya feel good again... We can be a Land of Hope And Glory, we can Never Ever Have Slaves, not like some people...
What a disgrace that Tory Coalition has been, absolute disgrace, they're a pack of HOPELESS JOKES, and I rarely capitalise... They did everything they could to hurt and insult and abuse almost the entire population, and to have the Little Bigoted Twirp say he had a special covenant with the Farmers over the Aboriginals is Racist to the Black-Arm-Band Bone, and as Kim Beazley said An Australian Prime Minister should have a covenant with Australians All, that rotten government will go down as the worst in History, hopefully forever... may they never get hold of the purse strings again...
Alarming predictions for the coming decades, Eco systems unable to adapt, forests are at risk, what's left of them, and the animals they house, while the Little Gaseous Twirp is pushing a policy to increase Australia's pollution, it's a crime, and the mirror being held up to the world at the Kyoto conference making comparisons with living standards along the lines of First-World's two and three car families, while the Third-World is hopeful to get a refrigerator...
Makes these Critical Mass Bike Rides all the more pertinent, all these Petrol Heads queued up in motoring Madness, every day, and it seems they run up against that same brainless opposition which saw the Tram System torn out of Sydney, 'Twas the biggest crime in this city, and the worst thing is the Sydney Opera House sits on the Tramshed Site, I have a special place for the Opera House, out in space...
At the National Press Club today the Little Bigoted Twit took the podium to whine out another load of crap about industry policy and tax reform, he is just irrelevant, he's lost the plot altogether, just can't take him anymore, he is so aggravating. So the Mortimer Report to assist industry was chucked, just a bond store for Newcastle, Peter-Peter have evidently been chucking willies about interventionist policies, preferring the mercenary method spose, so it's a Little Do Nothing Flop Industry Policy...
And what Governments ought to be doing is to bring in a carbon tax, that seems to be one tactic to stabilise emissions, and a resource tax too on using the land and environment, and to collect tax from avoidance, especially from those moguls who skite about not paying any...
But all the changes the Tories want to make are to see the poor pay more and the rich pay less, it's that word incentive, all their words are whip words, they specialise in trying to make people do what they don't want to do, which is why their anti-union fanaticism has gone into melt-down again, oh for the days when unions were strong, that's the reason there were the good old days, Unions set the standards of living...
These Eco-Rats and the philosophy they espouse, they want to get government out of their faces and deregulate and privatise everything so they have a free go and then bring in draconian laws to ban everything the worker do like drugs and unions moralise on social issues and punish unemployed youth and restrict government services, creating the corruption of the Black Markets with their banning pleasures, it's a nice little idea they have it's You do what we tell you, while we do what we like...
There was the other voice aired on Our ABC, Life Matter's where Geraldine had gone out back in Queensland to hold a forum with some cattle and sheep graziers, and they were nice enough people, and hadn't taken part in decimating the Aboriginals, and had bought their rights to graze animals from the Governments of the day, so don't blame them, then they say how would you like it if someone wanted to camp in your bedroom, and how would you like someone to walk across your property, thing is the Grazing Leases aren't their property, they have the government guaranteed use of the land for grazing, the Wik decision that the Aboriginal owners have the right to use the land so long as they don't interfere with grazing... that's all...
What a relief to have Steve Chase do Our ABC, Drive Time, thank god for a real journo, with a bit of brain, a real personality gets to do the show, haven't heard one snuffle, not one sniggering stupid idiotic laugh at his own pin-headed joke yet, christ that other drongo was a pain... thank christ they get to put up with Mad-Mike on the commercials, gives me another reason to skip all the crap they dish out... And in the meantime News Radio has been doing an excellent job, it's 630 AM, they replay snippets of interviews from all over, take the BBC and Netherlands, and have special sessions on science and such, excellent job, except for having a xtian boofhead impose himself, Kel Richards, his appointment must have been like an ASIO plant...
Now here's another Druism, how about another surveillance camera campaign to catch all these bludging bossy CEO's and Managers and Tory Politicians, all those Self-Important Executives playing golf during working hours and long-lunches and such, so there could be a job there for a lot of unemployed kids to take cameras and shadow these Bludger Execs and catch them buggarising around while the stockholders are paying them to work, they're the sort of bludgers the stockholders ought to take the razor to, cut their Perks Packages and put them on the dole, that's wot this country needs, hope someone has their surveillance eye on Jocylin Neuman, but wot a horrible thought to have to watch her all day, jesus Me, maybe that's going too far in work for the dole, but a Catch A Tory Bossy Bludger Campaign ought to provide a bit of full time work, if not sport...
Was a pity to see how the Legal System treated Ian Plimer, the Geologist who challenged the Noah's Ark crap, looks like he was dudded again, there's no justice and truth means nothing with those distorted legal minds, and they've ripped him off of all his assets, but he put up a good crusade, Ian Plimer wanted Science taught to children as a true discipline and these snake oil xtian science bull-shit-artists to be declared the charlatans and liars and nitwits that they are, but the self-interested ramifications of this xtian rooted society is just as steeped in cheating and immorality as it ever was, poor Ian Plimer, hope justice prevails, look at how long the Azaria witchhunt took, and how they crucified Lionel Murphy, what a pack of stinking beagles they are... So the Medicine and Law Closed Shops are now held in disrespect and dishonour prevails, money rules the law, and don't get sick, and go on a hunger strike if you're excluded by the Doctors Union... Nothing's changed spose...
Now Ian Plimer was a prime candidate for the Order of Australia Award as against that Mel Show the Kids how to Kill Gibson, fancy awarding such a disgusting model to kids, and a monarchist to boot, who isn't even an Australian, and is revealed to be some Tory sympathiser, well if that's the sort of icon these Tories pump up as against an honourable hero like Ian Plimer, well it's just typical, like Con said in that beautiful piece in the ALP Soapbox , They've Got To Go... 'Twas a dissertation on the Little Whatzisname Dumbing Down at the Press Club, excellent political prose, had me giggling that one...
What a pity that Constitutional Election is such a flop, less than half voted? Crazy, this country has a whole swag of people who don't give a damn, what an indictment to their labeling as Civicly Illiterate, they just don't follow, don't understand, and don't want to, not interested, just to slap someone good like Keating down when they think things are crooker than usual, weird sort of democracy.
Heard them sniggering about China putting on an election in Hong Kong, all the candidates are approved by the one party, well the only difference is that here there are more than one party, but the pre-selections for party seats are being corrupted, branch stacking has distorted the parties, it's so dangerous, they oughta make sure they expel ring-ins, what a dilemma, spose you have to join a party to really have a vote, meanwhile postal vote has been nothing like democratic, the Aussie Compulsory vote is a good thing, it's inclusive, this Tory postal method is exclusive...
And there goes an opportunity to bring this country together, a Prime Minister with Leadership could have inspired a great Patriotic surge to define this country as a Strong And United People with Pride from Aboriginal Reconciliation, and a moving moment in history to evolve into the New Republic, would have been so good for everyone to be involved and part of something like that, but it's been soured and poisoned by the Little Subversive Saboteur, he's sent the whole country off the rails... Arrrrrgh, run out of words, spit... Mock spit that is...
The Loneliest job in the world, just spend all day worrying about the whole set of problems, climate, war, business, morals, ravages, disasters, philosophies, the collision of ideas, and so President Clinton has got Dawg, so Dawg gets to be the confidante to Bill's mind, the pros and the woes, makes a nice picture, peaceful, loving, cute, there he is petting Dawg, that's what the world needs, for everyone to get treated like a Dawg...
Spose the Little Wire Haired Terrier would get a couple of those dogs they used to run between the electrified fences in Auswitz, as pets... Then there's Dog hisself, the Pretender, does tricks, can speak drivel from corner of mouth, like a cowboy, wonder what sort Beagle he'd get, he sniffs his way around, wouldn't he, following smelly trails, that's Dog's day, to follow in the smelly tracks of the Little Wire Haired Terror... What a horrible thought...
But then Little Stinky has left so many smelly things in a heap behind him, and then they have a new Senator who makes jokes about cattle farting which produces most of Australia's Greenhouse Gas, it's been a bloody long time since I ever ate a steak, or a lamb chop, that's awful smelly meat, customers at the butcher's had six lamb chops every day, even Bob Carr was doing a wonderful fart fanning act in NSW Parliament, it's all on the nose, and Sure-Bet Jeff's on the nose in Melbourne, so it's gonna be musical chairs soon, cause a fresh breezy Labor Government is coming, in all these Tory States, it's in the wind, the Tory Coalitions are all being blown away, Ah, will be so good without them...
It's a nice windy cool day today, was wet yesterday so cloudy for so long and just a week or so ago was the Wild Fires, and they say Kyoto used to have 90 days pa below freezing, and now it's 15 days, It's A Sign!!! And then the Reserve Bank of Indonesia burnt out the top floors, Superstition feeds into the crisis in confidence, can the Soharto Regime save themselves, he's old and sick, the economy has collapsed, where is that pyramid of the rich going to find their salvation...
The Global Challenger Balloon drifts away from the Launch Site, all alone, like a big Jelly fish, escaping the bonds to Earth, Free... And they say the USA is retreating, Global Phobia, they are Globally Retreating, worried about Black Market Weapons, and letting Asia Collapse, they say the Right Wing Republicans don't want to help the world, just let them fry, and World Trade too, they want to look inward, it's an irresistible human trait though, the dilemma of self interest, from sharing to greed, better go pat Pooch...
On Our ABC, Late Night Live there was Hugh Mackay and Philip Fat Man in Black Adams, and the Great Leap of Faith... Was a good long talk on what the researcher had encountered, on what Aussies think, as interpreted by Hugh Mackay, he often gets shot as the messenger, and other times gets told he is the nation's conscience, and on religion he reckons some people take this Leap of Faith to wrap themselves in a simplistic feel good, whereas most people don't jump, pretend to be part religious, and wrestle with their doubts, well I have the pleasure of being a complete atheist, makes it all so clear... Shhhh don't tell anyone it's become the in thing... godbless...
Parliament House Public Service workers in the Tory Government's offices feel powerless negotiating their wages and conditions with the Tory Minister's management style, signing away entitlements on Contracts they can't influence, so the Tory's Workers have been joining the Public Service Union in order to get a decent deal, collective bargaining from a Union Trained Representative in the negotiations makes all the difference, being individuals they felt so alone up against that Cruel Heartless Razor Gang... says a lot for their Workplace Agreement debacle...
The Kyoto Climate Conference sees Australia portrayed as the embarrassing renegade, a Disaster for Australian Diplomacy, the Little Black Sheep wont join in with the rest of the world to help reduce the Greenhouse Gas Emissions, they want to create more, 8% more, against some hot criticism, and they throw up this Land Clearing question, they are clearing the land at a football sized field every hour, the Ball and Chain technique, it should be stopped completely, that's a bargaining chip? Let us mine coal or we'll cut down more trees, charming, and trading credits? What happens in the end, we drown in the Earth's sweat, the Coal Mining Industry has Unions wanting it to continue, and Business wanting it also, only the Greens have the political will on that one...
Russian Tax Collectors, probably trained in Dubai, seized some oil industries who are in arrears, another form of Nationalisation, or another fire Sale to another Gangster, intimidation threat and extortion, they say the Gangsters running Russia are a dangerous mob, it's only a matter of time before the Grand Atom Bomb Extortion Threat will play itself out...
So the Little Blemished MultiCulturalist has announced a plan to get rid of the word "Multi-Cultural" he reckons it has connotations for some people, Like Wun-Nation Freakos perhaps? Dropped to 2% they say. So here he is pandering to Pauline Hansonites again, as against opinion polls saying 78% are OK with Multi-Culturalism, the word is blemished he reckons, well how about, Non-Pommy-Colonial-Monarchist-Toryism, oh no they want people to be like them, Yeeeeech! Assimilated, the pure white unblemished word of the Racists, yuck... Fancy being like them... spew... Same old ethic they have, the Colonial Final Solution, Cultural Genocide, what a Little Bigoted Twit he is, what the hell goes on in their strategy meetings... nothing...
What a lot of crap about retrofitting the beloved trams for Melbourne, the Privatised Trams people using excuses of access, just put a trailer on the back for the prams and shopping trolleys and wheelchairs, only needs to be small enough for the relative few, roll on and off access ramps, a new Australian Design and business right there, my copyrights of course, the hidden agenda of these petrol heads is to get rid of trams, it's sinful vandalism, lay 'em down on the rails and Run Over The Bastards, the Tory answer to everything, use it on them... Trams are the Dugongs of cities... Cars are the Piranhas...
Just been listening to that McGauchnie of the Farmers Federation, they're the ones with the support for the Wharfie Wars, seems like they're another League of Rights type extremists, he's dangerous... Good to see the International response UnionWise though... And the Workplace Dis-Agreements Tory Spokes-Idiots, are saying the wages of the workers are too high, makes a good case for workers being in Unions then, and the outcome includes violence, and it's all planned behind closed doors, and denied, and results in this Standoff at the International level, the Tory Un-Australians have done it again.
Gees Pat Dobson has wonderful beard, made a good appearance on the Our ABC, Seven-Thirty Report tonight, after they snubbed the Little Embarrassing Twit, he speaks well of the issues of honour facing the National Pride, very impressive was Pat Dobson, he has a real "Look"...
Just read in the Sydney Morning Herald where Sheryl had a past, her teaching job in a Sydney Churchy school ended to see her move to Queensland in the company of an ex-pupil, the School Captain, lasted three years, she was young too, it's a hush up, nothing wrong with that, but the Tories are about to launch it in the campaign, so she's got a President Clinton romantic side that every other woman probably envies, fancy having an athletic young man take a fancy to her, must have been the hots indeed.
Good luck to her, makes for a more rounded, more filled in, more experienced life, so I reckon it will add to her allure, see something else more emotional and knowing in her eyes, how can any man put anything over her, with her knowing men so well.
Interesting ain't it, never thought of her in that way before, opens up a whole new aspect, not that what you once were in life necessarily gets cast in stone, to change your opinions given the impact of the latest knowledge is the scientific method, crucial to understanding and maturity in ideas, in contrast, take the little Bigoted Twit, god, somebody, pleeeze take him, wouldn't know a new idea if it dropped on his Little Flat Tack Squatters Sconce, he thinks of stultifying picket fences, an uncomfortable sexual position you'd think... Good on ya Sheryl, there's nothing to worry about having a young man fall in love with ya, take it as a compliment... I still love ya...
Seeing Tom Jones and Brian Tyfal and Mark Knopfler, what a treat, that guitar of Knopfler can sing, he's fantastic,
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and Mark Knopfler starts plucking... Twang goes your Heart Strings... Three of My Favourite Boyos... But even so I have a soft spot for Wallace and Grommet, and their Close Shave, there's that very homely feeling, and also the cleverness of inventiveness, that's what life should be about, with machines making it so easy to do things, with no work... Dear oh dear, watch out when the machines take over, that's what it's really all about nowadays... And Big Business is Watching You, if only it was Big Brother, I would prefer a Big Brother to a bluddy businessman...
In the Big Scheme of things a few Human Beings in a few decades Split The Atom and draw off energy and clap their warm hands, the legacy they leave is never ending dangerous misery, off into eternity, and then they want more uranium, and insist it's OK to put mines in the most precious areas on Earth, and where really isn't? Not In My Back-Yard means everywhere now, but these Tory Ferals are putting a Uranium Tailings dam, using acid leeching, sitting on an acquafier, in amongst the World Heritage Areas, and when asked if they can guarantee it wont hurt, go into waffle, of course it will hurt...
Those human beings carrying on with these environmental vandalisms are let continue by democracies turning a blind eye, and ear, and remain indifferent, on a feed of mind-numbing nonsense on television, like last night, well it wasn't environment, it was human thoughts and ideas, they had the story of the Popes, and xtians using their threats to extend their churches, death to any voice raised in opposition, the foundation for the Meme was laid like that, the power they could wield by representing this fantasy, it works on the naïve, it's a terrible con trick, sorry Con, jesus forgot now...
So SBS Ethnic Broadcasting television shows one small isolated story, of the threat to the minds, by these religions, 'twas Saints and Sinners, A History of the Popes. Showed how these religions dumped themselves on top of earlier ones, even the Churches are piled up on top of other Holy places, how underneath it all is cruelty, terrorism and genocide. And all the other channels are complete crap, there was cricket... ... dot-dot-dot ball, there was and Axe Murderer Mother? There was an indecipherable Opera for the Pretenders, there was those yellow and blue cartoon things, the Simpletons or something... But before that there was Grommet and Wallace... The violence was unleashed by machines, but There was a lesson in that for all of us...
So there's your current generation of ferals brought up on Cartoon Violence, television kids are a new phenomena, the Baby Boomer's kids are modeling all the cheeky, answer back, self-interest, violence-solves-everything style of life, out of all the stupid things these Right Wing Freakos ban like drugs and sex, they let violence be seen every damned night, and day, if there was anything worth a try, it would be banning violence, everything else can be regulated, it's a diverse society, some people do things other people don't like, but for the general good, violence could disappear, no one would really miss it... Make My Day...
Always remember that hidden camera in the kindergarten where the kids played about ignoring the Television Shows, then Power Rangers or something came on, they stopped playing and watched, and some of them started Karate Kicking, then started kicking one another... brilliant...
How about banning land clearing, completely... Surely there's the ability for Australia to ban land clearing, stop the violence against the living natural worlds, these Big Picture Ideals are dragged into a morass, and they are so easy to implement, you just compensate the ostensible dollar losers, buy them off, once and for all, put an end to that madness, those people are bluddy stupid sacrificing the health of the planet for a few dollars more... ha, make my day... Clint Westard Ho got famous by killing violently, good model, eh...
There was a Genetics Ethics Debate last night, trying to make mysterious some difference between human DNA and any other, it's the language of life, it contains the definition of all creatures, it changes to allow compliant versions live on, so these commentators were deciding whether to take pig's heart transplants, the real issue is how many versions of DNA, the species specific stuff, is being wiped out, typical xtian dumb headed-ness had them talking conceit again, non-interference with DNA definitions seems best, because look at how bizarre nature is already without letting dollar driven human beings make it more bizarre, like I prophesised that the Genetic Weapon could well be the irresistible sin, for the sake of some people to get some time with blended human-pig's hearts, the rest of the planet would get a Genetic Weapon, 'twould be a Racist's Delight... This mass-extinction by humanity is such a stupid waste... It's all we've got that's at risk...
Noel Pearson, the Aussie Aboriginal with leadership thrust upon him, raising himself to the occasion, he reckons It's Time, To Put Up Your Hands for Australia, you can see how that will come out in the cartoons, and he's standing for Parliament, there he was on SBS Ethnic Broadcasting, the new 9:30 pm News, with Indira Nardoooooooo, Yes, a luvly Interviewee, a luvly couple in fact...
So now Sheryl is given a real tribute by Noel, I suspect he ought to join the Labor Party, the Labor Party ought to snap him up, out of all the Tory mess, the burnt out blackened Aussie Reputation, there could be Kim Beazley and Sheryl and Noel, the Three Co-Existence Icons, excellent... Raising up like the proverbial, like Emerging to See The Stars Again... Ah yes...
They all trooped down to bury the last Aussie Digger from the First World War, the War to End All Wars, the bloke who they put away was said to be against glorifying it all, he was 101 years old, a lot has happened in that period, what's been glorious then? The Music, the Stories, the Revelations of Science, most glorious has been fixing up the results of vain glory seekers...
Sorry to say there's No Apology, they say it was a different time and space, makes you wonder really, the Herders And Farmers took Europe from the Forest Dwellers, farmed and fenced it, how the Dark Ages drove people to escape, taking their ways with them, the barrel of the European gun then spread itself all over the planet, North and South America taken from Asians, the Colonial domination of Asians and Africans and Indians, did a pretty thorough job, so who dominates the world, the biggest, fastest gun...
The Aussie Aboriginals don't get an apology, the White Heron reckoned it would be like asking England for an apology for the way they treated the Australian Penal Colonies, well why not? Sorry from a mean mouth means nothing anyway, just face it, they're not sorry... Is that the meaning of racist then...
Well it wont be Noel Pearson and Labor, looks like Noel will have to stand in his own right, be interesting, stand against some sitting member somewhere, say Kalgoolie, or the Senate, maybe that's his best shot, get a Senate seat, seems wrong to reject Noel Pearson by Labor, but right for him to be there with his own constituency, a special case, maybe some electorate will adopt him as their own, their own favourite son, hope it happens though... So he put his hand up, how are they gonna make room for him, he's got to win a seat... A test for Democracy...
Pauline Please Explain and her White Rabbits white anting her white washed advisors while there's white knuckle death threats and some colourful animal porno accusations, good grief... Stand Up all those Wun-White-Nation Red-Necks who want to be treated like they want to treat the rest, the Non-Wun-White people. No one, they're too busy red-necking each other, ha, to see all that in-fighting, all the little Hitlers, the conspiracy theorists who can't agree which way is up, themselves is where, well it shuts them up for a while, it's like they've disgraced themselves, soiled themselves, in public, too many times... Let's hope so...
What's worse, to experience real life like Sheryl did or to stick around like the Little Stay At Home did, to tie yourself to the apron strings till you're thirty-two, before you get weaned off to that other poor woman. The Little Mummies Boy had a brother, Bob, the Labor brother, must've been the only one with brains, making him a joke, his brother condescended to see the Governor-General swear him in as PM, but not the rest of the Tory Ministerial mob, oh dear, personal lives, his kids don't see him enough thank god... Even though they don't live traditionally in the Lodge, which isn't good enough according to Bad-Odds Jeff, Yarrallumla could be Bets-Off Jeff''s Canberra Casino...
Dry Heat, the city is shrouded in smoke, the southern hemisphere burns while the north freezes, there are fires everywhere around the world, they say there was more burning than ever in this year 1997, and it's only going to be worse, where can we go? It has that Easter Island flavour, burnt out vegetation, just a few stupid monuments for the rich sticking up... Those fires in the west seem to burn where there's next to nothing, so barren already, if only Nature hadn't been slashed to death, if only human beings would act responsibly, too busy preaching conceit about their dominion over every damned thing...
Was so good to see Houie's face light up, he went into a little giggle, 'Twas over Noel Pearson standing in the seat of Benelong, and unseating the PM, what a delicious irony if it happened, all the Net is full of wishes for the New Year and All, that would be my wish, and Houie's, but what a dream to come to true, "twould be another sweet one... ha...
Like he said though, the decent people in the Blue Rinse Set of the Leafy Suburbs, where the Silent Majority live in disgust with the Little Embarrassing Shame being cruel and heartless to the poor Aboriginals, feeling the abhorrence of the Tory So-Called Liberal Party falling into the hands of these Nasty Right Wingers. Then the Benelongians could vote for Noel Pearson, they share the same heroes in So-Called Liberal legends even.
Would be a wonderful statement to make to the world to have the people of Benelong, now there's a name in itself, the Opera House sits on Benelong Point, those Benelong Blue Ribbon So-Called Liberals could set the record straight about history and justice and reconciliation, and it would make Glorious History, the world would congratulate them, and at the Dinner Parties they could sit with Pride and have their voice heard and acknowledged... The Member for Benelong, Noel Pearson, sounds good, has a nice ring to it...
After the biggest story of the week being about Dawg's name, President Clinton's got Buddy, but they're all Precious when they play ball, aren't they Celeste, just to reveal the Celestial connection is true. Spose everyone needs to have the pet therapy, Pooch has been a good boy, the heat makes things uncomfortable but he's worked out a way to My heart with a little yelp when he wants to crash in some air conditioning...
So the High Court's been stacked with the prosecutor of Lionel Murphy and the defender of the Crooked Cops in Joh's State of Corruption, don't you worry about that, so the balance of the High Court will now swing in the balance, from Justice to Orthodox Decisions, a Conservative judge with a Capital C, well we'll see, anyone appointed by the Tories will carry the taint. Maybe they have to realise the Orthodoxy has changed from being orthodox to carry out genocides on Aboriginals to being orthodox nowadays to recognise them... It's historic though to dump some heavyweight on the scales of justice... More Black Armband History being writ...
And sad to say the new members of the Aboriginal Reconciliation Council don't impress much, but it's early days, but Evelyn Scott the new Reconciliation woman made a fashion statement, loved her Big Black Hat, along Melbourne Cup lines...
The High as in on the nose and Mighty as in bloated appointee to the High Court, the political choice to tip the scales to the Tory Capital C Cretin side of things may well be a self disqualification, like poor Ian Baker-Finch making a splash in the golf, picked up his ball and dropped the baton, and his lip, the QC from Queensland having given the very opinions about, to secure his position as the Conservative C, it prevents him making judgments on Race, his advice that the Parliament can pass racial detrimental legislation is his own Archiles heel.
And now Justice Brennan the retiring Chief Justice will fortunately if not especially sit on the next in principle decision on Race, and it looks like a strange episode of a High Court Decision favouring the Aboriginals will be made during the Election Campaign, and this Queen's Conservative C, self-disqualified, Tory Appointee, will carry that Questionable Q stigma now, right through his life, another Kerr, another Barwick, derision will hound him, good, like he hounded Lionel Murphy, sometimes these Tories dig such a hole for themselves with Debacle after Debacle... The Queensland QC, the Questionable Conservative...
For the Separation of Powers to work there ought to be a 3/4 majority of both Parliamentary Houses to make the appointments, same as the Governor-General-President-to-be should be appointed, because these positions require certain credentials, like Ability Of The Mind on the High Court and to Reign Without Rule for the President, these special jobs require non-politicians, to have politicians do the appointments the scrutiny would be intense, which would disqualify anyone too politically biased, and these postings should not be based on popularism.
The Constitutional Convention ought to recommend that appointment method be constitutional, at present the Prime Minister can make appointments on his own, thus you get the Conservative C... the outstanding feature of that Convention itself is it's own appointment method, look at how the narrow minded Tories stacked that convention, they lack souls, cheating replaces what normal people have in the way of souls, so will it be another irony of this final Tory reign that they kill off their chances to stack the decks...
BTW, Safe-Bet Jeff's Casino has been losing on the High Rollers, they've been rolled by the Asian Suckers against the percentages, Weird, the God Of Chaos works in mysterious ways... And the Victorian Government has invested Superannuation and Workcover Money in the Shares of the Casino, and the price has dropped through the holes in the tables, thus losing the Public's Money, so who is going to investigate the Sure-Bet Jeff''s Tory Vic's? The Auditor-General Jeff wants to privately appoint by himself?
Someone ought to shovel sand over Jeff, just for a laugh, he's looking for somewhere to stick his head in, looks like he's living up to what the Melbourne Protests knew he promised... That image of Police Lines on the steps of the Victorian Parliament have that Jeff Stamp of Style about them, fascist...
An interesting test of wills coming up, the brave resurgence of Nick Sherry, to take up the cudgels having been knocked out with the attempted permanent solution to taunts, now the Revived Senator Sherry, a very likeable chap, will face the tormentors again, back in the parliamentary pits, the reactions from the heartless will define themselves to everyone watching, so all the best Nick, just remember, they're not worth it...
If only there was something decent to celebrate during these festive seasons, like the sun crosses the Equator twice, goes up to the Tropic of Cancer, comes down across the Equator to the Tropic of Capricorn, those special seasonal days are more appropriate for festivities, life on earth regulates itself to them for a start... And you get four every year instead of this dumbing down dopiness of the Silly Season, Bah Humbug...
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I'm dreaming of a green multi-cultural atheist alternative, |
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Another microcosm to scare the pants off ya? The streets of Columbia, as seen with Michael Pallin Ringing the Pacific, the drug barons lording it over the populace, the shop-owner mercenaries who clear the streets with a bullet in the head, the society rejects lay-about unemployed, hopeless inhabitants escaping into drug hazes, the highest murder rate in the world, filth and rubbish, and the desperates recycling, no welfare, no civics, no nothing, just human degradation and anarchy, a Black Market Town at it's most rapacious, you wouldn't want to live there, the guide had a special knowledge to take a quick trip through the slums, a few rocks thrown, but he reckoned they would kill you for a look, frightening, and it seems to be the direction that the world's cities are taking, and it's based on illegality of drugs, unregulated crime, violent entertainment, what an utter madness these wowsers inflict on people...
Those scenes from South America are an eyesore, the mighty rivers are contaminated and the ravaged banks strewn with the scars of human attacks, poor native jungle dwellers reduced to using some of civilisations basic advancements like plastic cups and rusty corrugated iron, it's all so devastating to the humanity, the animal life, and the natural world, what a disappointment to see the great jungle being infected with corporate greed, poor things, and then having cities like Columbia, and they still suffer from religion as well, dunno where that will all end, that's basket-case stuff...
The summer series on Our ABC, has John Ralston Saul repeating his Massey Lectures about his book The Unconscious Civilisation? And he puts a lot of all that into perspective with Corporatism and way these dogmas instill themselves, and the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, he does ring a few bells... Shakes a few trees, takes a slap at the Marketeers, how speculation is legitimised, and the Bludger Culture develops with the belief that starving people makes them work harder, there's such a trash of ideas in vogue, they got to be there through private television and hate radio, and the rich have their associations, clubs, and groupings, and cartels and monopolies, to organise their riches buying pollies and lawyers and such, while the ideologues try to kill off the worker's unions, it's creating a nastier and nastier populace, it breeds discontent, and crime and rebelliousness and unhappiness and those in the elitist jobs are having the wobblies too, if this is what competitive deregulated free trade has to offer they can stick it...
Carols by El Nino Affected Candlelights, the Boy Child sort of blows them out, never mind about the Greenhouse Candle Emitters, the lure of the night in outdoor venues in the parks, the grandstand sermonising and the singers showing off, the lovely music with silly words, and all those wondering little baby's eyes, trying to make sense of it, goo-goo, taking in this religious experience, and then the El Nino Storm of the Century, with never before experienced ferocity, It was Hellish, hits from above, doesn't care about the new king, and the trees drop branches on them, the heavens dumps torrents on them, jeeesus, lightening and thunder, cripes, and the boats capsize and the poor man drowns, takes a great leap of faith, eh, perhaps there were a few new born atheists right there and then, ha, chaos works in mysterious ways... if not odds-on...
Another talk from John Ralston Saul the Canadian writer who's been there and done it and now does the expose, how dialects of corporatism keep it elite and exclusive, just as the religions past did with their Latin and such, exclude everyone else from the circles of power and money, the Language Of Lock Out, from propaganda to having the language taken as real and it isn't, it's self perpetuation of self interest, he gets stuck into the whole structure of power and management and how mislead we all are, those talks of his are excellent, having that voice of the renegade go against all the rhetoric of the perceived wisdoms, and he reveals another view of it all, like the society has been, is being, hoodwinked, and taken for a ride, he just keeps spewing it out, fabulous, sort of encapsulates all the problems of power and community good and the dumbing down of democracy, well I have this guy as another hero now, excellent...
Fortunately or unfortunately, whether 'twould be the god of chaos or the thought of something unthinkable, like that there's a badness, but there isn't, that's profound in itself, that the Universe may deal out the most hurtful destinies but it's without morals, the Universe has no morals, it just does things that are built into it's laws of physics and let's the rest just happen willy nilly, doesn't mean any harm, if anything it is programmed to allow the development of intelligence the accumulation of knowledge to cater for the chaos thrown up against it's success, cept for humans, the interventionists in nature, don't give a damn, just let it happen, spose that's the way of the world then, anyway, If Luck Be A Lady Tonight, there was a bottle of Liqueur Mead came my way, 'tis just a question of whether it's poisonous, enough.
Nicely pissed with beer the old Resches and some Mead Liqueur chaser, leaves a nice spicy sexy taste in your mouth, Yummy, the night for Santa to defy the Laws of Physics, playing lot's of music and catching the latest on FM, there's some fabulous stuff, christ knows who it is, the old pangs too, like Someone Bring Me Some Water and the If I can't love you then I don't wants to think of you, that one. jesus, doncha think those ppl doing xmas force themselves? There's the Nein version of xmas with that Frontline Standin, gees he's cute, make a good president he would, he's so nice... He's a Con artist by the way...
They aren't really having fun, they're forcing themselves to, like that woman was saying there is a need to feel patriotic and to be doing something worthwhile, like even singing songs at night, on festive nights, when you want to feel part of it, it's about time some decent festivals got the spotlight, but it's the Santa xmas that gets the nod, and they play all that wanking rubbish, a good party spoiled by all these god twits, still Triple JJJ and that 96.1 FM played some good junk, drowned out Ray at the staged event for all the Customers, well it's true the whole thing is a hopeless joke, when can we get something sensible to get in a stew about,
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Ha, someone from South Africa wrote to say there's only one other atheist on the net yet over there, and he was bored with it all, the good company all lying low... Pity. When you all get round the table and discover one another at dinner, and then one of the unmet says out loud that he or she is... a strange one, you know one of them, the non-atheists you have to zip up to, to be kind, cause they mean well, jesus they're a pain, and there's so many of them... If only they knew what a pain they are... Whoops it's xmas...
And Soapbox ppl, they're all luvly, cept the ones from the other side, the strangers, but the Soapboxers are a luvly mob to put their hearts and souls and feelings on the line, it's been good having Soapbox back, in the history to come these things may assume a voice in the chatter out there... Laurie is into what the good vision sees, and Con is into what the good vision sees, and the back channel chat where they've all got vision, you gotta have good vision... Some people come from a point where they want to see things get better and some people come from a point where they throw things.
It's a sad thing where some ppl start from, must stem from something bad in their education way back... They lose their faith in being able to fix things up again, they get cynically overwrought, too shattered to discern and appreciate those times when cynicism is misplaced, they're too macho to admit they're powerless hopeless fools on their own, they need to join up in a commitment to a better world, rather than get eaten up, in that dog eat dog competition, they have to learn to be more tribal, and look after each other, like on the days before xmas to have that Workplace Relations Law wipe off the Standards Of Living, they give up all the Quality Of Life gains of the Union Movement to forego them for a fleeting dose of dollars, it's a Where's Mummy Where's Daddy world, and where life is all work, who's there for the kids, the Murdock family to dance for... or those other media moguls.
Be nice to switch it off for a while, escape the collapse of Asia, stop the worry about the world catching depression, and the bank guarantee was withdrawn just a few months ago, all the depositors want their funds, the banks can't pay, the asset prices drop, there's no value in the money, suddenly this week South Korea is worth about as much as North Korea, bankruptcy means the ppl owed the money don't get it, the asset values drop like a stone, a few ppl swoop in to pick up all the bargains, the bank pays you a cent in the dollar out of bankruptcy, bad luck, the bank becomes rich again with inflated valuations but never pays back those who lost, hasn't this happened before, time and again, it's a great system the free market, if you're a vulture...
Michael Gorbechov selling Fast Food, because of him the Russians can have Fast Food and he can collect a fee... What sound does a shaking head make when no one hears it fall...
After hearing John Ralston Saul's Fourth Talk on Our ABC, the latest news from the Holy Markets failing in Asia comes through, collapsing economies, and rescue packages, the system that doesn't work, the investment market where nothing new is created, the Privatised industry where nothing happens except downsizing and takeovers, the new small initiatives are bought out and killed off, governments failure to take any responsibility, the perpetuation of the management theories, the illusions of capitalists where the managers aren't carrying the entrepreneurial flag, and the twenty years of experiment in the Globalised Privatised Capitalist Free Trade Markets, has failed, the hours of work gone up for a few, the mechanisation reduced jobs not hours, the wages are squeezed down not up as the original theorists had surmised, the only real growth has been in corporate salaries and skyscrapers and the inflation of stock prices, and now the bubble has burst in Asia, it looks like there's a lot more bubbles will collapse, so the predictions for the Burst are spot on so far, and the lessons of the New Deal, Bretton Woods, Central Banks, Deposit Guarantees, gone with the wind, and Global Moguls don't pay local taxes anywhere, something like 13% if you're lucky.
What a shemozle, another damn revolution required to re-nationalise the communities assets and re-regulate the markets, and direct the energies to where work needs to be done, what a stupid fanciful system to have this Holy Market idea that it would do everything unbeckoned and unruly and wild, what a madness, like all those fundamental ideologies, they let the Holy market rule like another stupid god, the intelligence of Man, ha...
Took another deep look into the Mandelbrot Set, the FingerPrint of god, a black roundish bumpy thing with endless hairs, go on and on, unraveling infinitely, it's beautiful can't take your eyes off it, if there was a wallpaper like that, the ceiling painted with celestial stars and the walls ever changing Mandelbrot sets, the Mandelas, would it be like being inside a mind, the Mandelbrot room, christ with Pink Floyd thumping out as well, goat in himmel, or whatever the weeders would say... 'Twas an escape from xtianity, be better than a ride in a fun park, and remember 'tis a patented Druism idea...
It seems Economic Rationalism fails to incorporate Commonsense Creativity Ethics Intuition Memory and Reason, just a few shortcomings which explain how stupid people are ruining our lives in the Hands-Off Holy Market, just leave it to the Invisible Hand to ensure Poverty increases as rapidly as the Corporate Salaries, someone better get out there as the New Messiah for the Distribution of Wealth, Happiness and Freedom from Work...
Wonder where we'll be in 2010, 2020, 2030, mostly dead, wonder how it will be in December 2097, looking back on 100 years of further history, be interesting to know now, and if anyone did know and went out and warned of the dangers, would anybody lissen? What would those great-great-grandchildren think of this Economically Rational Period of History, if they're still able to think, or just part of the massive extinction, the Mad Animal extinction, 100 years from now, what? Brawn rather than Brains...
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You walk out on the high wire, |
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She's someone you want all the time... You know, want her... There must be someone to join in or be bossed, such a hassle being bossy though, so much missing, not having a lover, a real lover like you once had, several times over, it's only a question of time, there's always the time for the final one...
For all those in favour of a Popularity Contest for the Death Penalty, let them have it, that ought to solve most of the problems right there... The mad Right-Wing-Wun-White-Nationalists have proposed the re-introduction of the death penalty for those on their list, cause there'd be other lists, be ok if they used it on coastal developers though, like dangle them to feed the crocs, or the Great White Shark emulators who go out yahoo-ing over the death of a Marlin, they'd make a good feed for the threatened sharks, or the long line fishermen who hook the wandering Albatross and the mate back at the nest with the chick is left to starve, they'd make good bait for their thousands of hooks, and it would be nice to see the de-foresters fed to their victims too, natural justice would fit in justifiably in a lot of instances, but killing other humans for their unsociable activities has other remedies I would think, like proper truthful philosophical parenting for a start...
One Of my xmas presents was the Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time, it's been the easiest read for ages, it just unravels luvly, has got all the little steps along the way and the filling in of the gaps and the developed principles, and he doesn't use formulas, just a few diagrams, and this is the book everyone reckons they never get through, weird isn't it, some of the garble that arrives via the net I just speed reads and gives the flick, but this story of the Universe captivates you, after all it's the essence of everything and has the scientific testing to sieve out the doubtful bits.
But still once you get down into the spins and colours and collections of quarks to make up the particles, and then the gluons for the forces and such, and then the tantalising vagueness of Gravity itself, so weak on the particle but so strong in collective influence, my commandment: Thou Shalt Always Obey Gravity... There's something comforting in the Uncertainty Principle, not sure what it is... Just that anything might happen when you least expect it and doesn't when you do...
It's just as well Stephen Hawking can describe such things, poor man, what a strange world it is to have a hero of the mind so physically stricken and immobilized, and he thought up the conditions of light reducing to singularities, failing to escape the black holes where time and space cease to exist, where gravity rules infinitely, and for Me to have a decent book of thoughts to read over the xmas break was the saving grace... And there was the censorship joke where god wont let you see the naked singularity... black humour!...
Not the sort of thing you get on New Dimensions, where it seems to turn back the clock to shovel-fulls of old Dark Age shit are turned over to capture credulous minds... And SBS Ethnic Broadcasting showed a good program on Skeptics and how they'd reduced every trick to fact, and the believers would say, Oh yeah, he cheated that time you found him out, but he doesn't always... jesus christ...
Another repeated story of a famous life, another of the great actors Anthony Hopkins, went through his experiences with his Father, and his drinking, and wives, and how he had the melancholia with it all, the pits he hit with drinking, and then the struggle to stop with AA, after just a little while to have the confidence to take another drink, thinking you have no problem at all, and then the spiral down, one is never enough, pursuing the glow of the first drink, like smoking, like addictions to anything, a physical addiction driven by the pleasure, they say heroin feels so good, they chase the initial hit, it's a sucker born every day, every day, Anthony Hopkins reckoned he had to learn to act happy, con himself into how good an actor he could be, play the role, till he made it his own...
They had some good articles in the Sydney Morning Herald over the weekend, a sort of summary of the year and even how the Nineties hadn't been given a name, like Nasty Nineties, Nothing Nineties, Nagging Nineties, Naïve Nineties, Downsized Nineties, Nod Off Nineties, Numbing Nineties, Nutty Nineties, but it was a Hopeless Degrading Nineties, going backwards instead of forwards, losing living standards, facing insecurities, little choice, lost opportunities, lies and corruption, lack of faith, lost way really, a sort of depression of the spirit, abandoned by Government, left to look after yourself, thrown to the wolves...
There was an article about working life in the USA, abysmal, low slave wages, no welfare, a work or starve ethic, a huge prison population, one of the biggest industries now, but ordinary people reduced to poverty all over, and longer hours and tiredness and no time for anything like raising kids... The Great Society...
Goodbye Nugget, Goodbye Garfield, And No One Can Ever Tear Us Apart, cept Michael hisself, Hello Tony Bullemore, Hello Stuart Diver, Goodbye Princess Di, Goodbye British Empire, Hello Capitalist China, Goodbye Chairman Deng, Hello Premier Jiang Zemin, Hello Pol Pot and Goodbye, Hello Tony Blair, smile, Hello Dolly, Dolly, Dolly etc. Hello GreenHouse Effect, Hello Holy Smoke, Goodbye Heaven's Gate, Hello to Hubble's Revelations, and to all intents and purposes Goodbye World...
Mean Spirited Lib-Nat Tory Coalition not sorry for Aboriginal Genocide, Holy Market Crashes and Asian Meltdown... Invisible Hands with Rescue Packages appear, with Strings Attached, Treasurer Dog chases tail doing tricks, Media Bosses Squeeze the Little Hesitant Twit into doing nothing, was going to do a re-run of the year but, but, but, it's all been a non-event, so what were the good things? Well there was ummm... er, Bill got Buddy, what else? White noise... ...
Found a table of characteristics of the Left and Right, makes for an interesting if not provoking list, could be split into areas and themes too, thought the Soapboxers might find it handy as well, ands whenever two ideas can be put in apposition it has a defining moment... any additions or reordering and representing could make it significant to schoolkids and such...
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Socialist Left Wing |
Capitalist Right Wing |
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Australian Labor Party |
Tory Lib/Nat Coalition |
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The Greens |
Wun-Nation Racists |
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Consultative |
Authoritarian |
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Progressives |
Conservatives |
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Co-Existent |
Racist |
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Leadership |
Messianical |
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Interventionist |
Hands-Off Holy Market |
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Public Sectors |
Privatisation |
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Creative |
Mechanical |
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Peaceful |
Warlike |
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Considerate |
Knee-Jerk |
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Passive |
Aggressive |
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Social |
Anti-social |
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Easy Going |
Uptight |
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Humanistic |
Animalistic |
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Egalitarian |
Elitist |
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Reflective |
Reactionary |
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Generous |
Greedy |
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Right brain |
Left brain |
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Thin |
Fat |
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Mind expanding drugs |
Mind numbing drugs |
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Tolerant |
Intolerant |
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Progressive |
Regressive |
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Holistic |
Fragmented |
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Ecologic |
Pathologic |
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Caring |
Uncaring |
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Constructive |
Destructive |
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Arts and Sciences |
Economics and Military |
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Democratic |
Dictatorial |
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Open |
Repressive |
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Just |
Unjust |
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Honest |
Dishonest |
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Warm |
Cold |
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Trusting |
Distrustful |
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Kind |
Evil |
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Disinterest |
Self-interest |
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Sexually functional |
Sexually dysfunctional |
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Nature rules |
Money rules |
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Universal |
Egocentric |
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Healthy |
Diseased |
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Polite |
Rude |
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Affirming |
Insulting |
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Truth |
Lies |
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Acceptance |
Denial |
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Love |
Hate |
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Biocentric |
Anthropocentric |
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Spiritual |
Material |
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Life |
Death |
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Balance |
Overpopulation |
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Wealth/power spread |
Wealth/power concentrate |
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Recycle |
Pollute |
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Save wildlife |
Kill wildlife |
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Free |
Enslave |
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Anarchy |
Dictatorship |
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Be good to a have a nice simple table to pin them down...
Fabulous show the Special New Years Eve Good News Week, thank god for Our ABC, and all the passion of the real Aussies was there again, and Paul McDermott sang, was great, and Margaret Scott was just as sweet and funny, and the rest of them, Julie McGrossen and Mikie Robbins, is it? All of them are so good and stick in the twists of fate, cept that blonde, but it takes all kinds, regrettably... and he can sing too, he has got something special, seems a familiar sort of bloke to Me...
Fireworks over Sydney Harbour, somehow it's spectacular but doesn't reach your heart like it should, it's the Nein coverage with that Richard Famous Groupie Wilkins, the pop journalist and story sniffer, but the thought behind these light shows in the night time ought to waken that Spirit, pity when soulless cretins have to horn in on the good things in life... The very times when Television could be showing the faces in the crowds, there hasn't been one, to see little young baby eyes looking at something new is more spectacular, oh well... Booooooooom!
Yes oh well, it's time for a new life, bundling up the woes of the past year and drop them, leave them in the bonfire, assume a new persona, go forth and Defeat Tyranny and Save the World, and win Peace and Contentment and Ummm... whatever you want... Paint Your Waggon, one of the best movies, so godamned human, and let the Wandering Star take you over again...
The Harbour Bridge Rains down and goes crazy up above, Tied to the spot and she rejoins, she has Ropes around her wrists and ankles!!! Sitting next to Mr Personality spose... Wow, looks like a Ghost Train went back and forth across the Harbour Bridge, streuth, a series of sparks sweeping from one side to the other, and Thank the sponsors... Nothing like the statistics of how much it all cost, maybe something simpler and more personal could have been more elaborate...
Talking with Houie about New Year Resolutions, no more Mr Goody-Goody-Two-Shoes, it's cad time, have to make sure to be more sinful and like Houie said, it's a lot better to be a Bad Boy and you know it gets you everywhere Me... The firm resolve to make no rules, just wing it and do whatever it takes, cripes... Going through all that again, oh well... So be it...
And politically to push a line, a basic line, something simple, like The Self Sufficiency Of A Region, where a community sets about to make itself self sufficient from the surroundings, cause when a city just sits there importing, the inhabitants aren't involved, it's all done elsewhere, there's a few people with interesting jobs and money, the rest just serve them, uninspiring, dead end service jobs, a city of servants, uselessness breeds contempt.
But if the city was self sufficient, there would be people doing the stuff of life, producing planning caring and sharing, and involved, and busy with life, not left out and abandoned, and besides it's justified on security as well, cause when these imports fail to arrive whaddya gonna do, who knows how to exist? Where's the skills?
Globalisation gets you A Cargo Cult Mentality, globalised supply lines that can be used to whip you into shape, conform or else the International Monetary Fund will put the screws on tighter... Whereas the Self-Sufficiency Regions would have someone skilled to do everything needed, and man could teach boy, and woman could teach girl, and there'd be pride in being someone again... You do get happiness from work you love doing after all... Some woman said that the other day about how people love to be part of something bigger...
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I tell you my dreams, |
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Paint Your Waggon is such a fabulous movie, must be the best morals movie out of Hollywood ever, following on from all the xtian crap the last week, and the theme is full of big knowing pangs about the heavier burdens in life, those poor buggers suffering from love and all, all that wrestling, Some peoples know where they's going, and some peoples don't... Nope it's just some people going somewhere, and some people going nowhere... and there's half them that's running away, and the other half as wants to... Nope there's some that stay shacked down right where they's are, and they don't shift, ever... Oh yes they do, eventually... Paint Your Wagon's theme of men with several wives, a wife with two men, and the town with a brothel wrestling with respectability, and all that love and jealousy, and religion and righteousness, an elegantly told story with music, a rollicking drunken swipe at life...
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Where am I going to, I don't know, |
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When will I get there, I don't care, |
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All I know is, I am on my way... |
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It's still 19 flipping ninety flipping freaking seven with the Little Freaking Baldy Headed Little Runt running things, what a bugger... What a pity he wasn't on one of those skyrockets, and sent off into space, and when the thrust reaches the zenith, what do ya get, a big ummm, sorry, a little wanking squib... Cheers, I'll drink to that, glug glug glug, Hey what happened to sisp shlip shlip...
Sheryl's popped up on Legless with the wonderful loose cannon Elle McFeast, and Sheryl says how come all the Jokes and Nudge-Nudges were about Sheryl having the sexist disparity of being a woman in politics, suffering the put-downs in the cartoons, being in bed with everyone she discusses politics with, and she wasn't seduced, she wasn't wooed, and the maleness of their presence had nothing to do with it, so political decisions are sexless and should not carry romances along with the holding hands on things, she's good she is, best to come out first and say all these things, and she did drop the gong on Elle for making the Clown Reich appear almost human too, or unmade him, how can anyone take him seriously...
That's it then 1998, let's hope it's a good one, without any fear, Yippeeeeeeee a new year, for old Lang's sign, what did that bluddy thing say? Oooo the mighty Looming Melbourne squirting off some fireworks, love to see it, My dreamworld, but some ppl never go nowhere, Flinders Street Railway? The Yarra, oh god what a town it is, love it...
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