Cave Hermits Union of
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Such a letdown, stopped believing in this life is the reason, this way of living, and making a living, is all wrong, so then you have to stop, hottest few months so far ever, and dry, so dry again, waves of extremes, scary, everything is... The End is Nigh...
Was good to see the Whale JoJo let go, raised to grow too big she was dumped in the ocean, wonder what went on in her head, raised in an aquarium, no family, no culture, no guidance, no education, no love, when the poor creature has to join a pod and find out the rules, would be an interesting sad story you'd expect, paralleled in human children every day...
The Heroic Ian Plimer Professor of Science in Geology and the pursuit of justice and honesty and truth, did a talk on the Press Club about his experiences in confronting the Fundies, a lesson in that for all of us... It's all to be in a book, how much it cost, the highs and lows, the Law and being Professional, looks like he's a Messiah for Truth and Honesty, very impressive man, and got most support from the Skeptics, made an excellent speech, challenged the Scientific Community Experts to speak out for Science against the mad fundies and spread the truth, appears there is a perception that you will still be made out the Heretic... Tsk-Tsk-Tsk...
Taking time to let it all sink in, letting the world of problems seep through into the safety stocks of well-being, seems to be a never ending list of things gone wrong, one of the most inciteful though is that hateful person up north developing the Hinchinbrook channel, the disregard and sneering attitude makes for wishful thinking of his painful demise, funny how some people bring up that feeling, most you can take as misguided drips but there's something that brings up the ire with these willful destructors of nature for the sake of a resort style blot... Would be nice to hear that bloke suffer something dreadful, revenge isn't appealing but when those Beautiful Sea Grass Grazing Dugongs are put to death for the Resort Development, that's going over the line, and he does it blatantly, and the same goes for the people who work in it and go there to drink Fluffy Ducks, can only hope that some great disaster strikes it down painfully... So you can just wish for everything evil to fall on him... If only there was a god to wreak revenge upon such an anathema...
Good to see the Unions out in the street demonstrating again, been a few marches and strikes and showing a bit of muscle, the Wharfies War is simmering along heading for another showdown, and the education and health workers have been putting their point of view, these things have to be translated into votes for Labor at the next election, and there are so many other issues, the tendrils of the Eco-Rats have spread their poison into so many lives, and there are still a few voices raised in the Media thank goodness...
The High Court Tory Stacking and publicity has given the latest Aboriginal decision front page headline coverage, Margot has been writing it up really well, the Hindmarsh Island Secret Women's Business, sorry to say it sounds tactical and shouldn't be the hinge pin for a race debate land title issue, a new Chief Justice Gleeson coming on board too, but after hearing the whimsy of Richard Aklund and the terrible evidence of the Ian Plimer dilemma, faith in Justice is shattered still... That's my verdict anyway, back to the introversions and art and hobbies and ignorance in bliss...
The Clarion call of Rachel Carson's Silent Spring is a story that says so much, the alarm bells rung out years ago about death dealing DDT, claimed to be a saviour from insects which destroyed, annihilated, species and food chains, the message was broadcast, the evidence was in, the verdict was reached, and time marched on, and people making money spray the world still, mankind has some sort of silly irresponsible deathwish, break the land degradation speed record, break the air pollution speed record, the biggest, the fastest, the most powerful, and the most bludgeoning of the acorns, where biological life chemistry is put to death by idiots in business...
Was saying to Houie how the Sunday morning culture of church attendance should be translated into Picnics in the Parks for the Community of Unions and discussions and tactics and support, the tribal connectedness, the advice and friendships and democratic voting, a lot could be done with a Democratic Union Culture rather than a hierarchical church, if only...
The Melbourne Professor of Geology, Ian Plimer described how easily you can set up a church, registered one himself as an irony, how the Trust would pay a minimal taxable income to the Minister-Priest-Charlatan-Pedophile, and then the Trust would purchase tax free the Rolls Royces and Houses and Food and Travel, the education accreditation's are furfies, he awarded the neighbours dog a Doctorate of Divinity by paying $25 to a post office box...
Trusts are the kennels people like Dog protect to avoid paying tax, the Tories are riddled with sneaky trusts, swapping losses, splitting incomes and disguising reality, all to avoid their patriotic duty as a citizen, strip them then, confiscate their ill-gotten gains, nationalise channel Nein would be a good start, ha... Tim, the brother of Dog, said how he was reliably informed that the Rich with Trusts could afford not to pay any tax, and they pick on Dole Bludgers and Wharfies to take the heat off themselves...
It's all about trying to get other people to dance to your tune, that abortion thing in WA has these cruel xtian cretins trying to make other people perform for them, well they just don't and wont, what a hide to try and impose these criminality assessments on that health issue, a decision by an individual of their well being, what they ought to make criminal is what these Environmental Genociders are doing to nature, forget your fundies with foggy glass eyed religious crap, how about making criminal what that developer in Hinchinbrook is doing, that ought to get the strongest sanction... He shoulda been aborted...
Singing Chickens makes the New still Royal Easter Show irresistible, have to make the effort.. Just to see and hear and feel, and to smell it all, the Animals are always such a resonance with something fundamental about life, the Nursery always has that appeal of new life and naturalness and frailty and fragility and yet those babies have such strengths... Besides, the tradition was part of life, so the New Show has to be sussed out and inspected and sniffed, should be good...
The Australian Stories on Our ABC, had Wendy Harmer, she has never been a favourite, maybe she's too basic for comfort, she picked out a husband in the end who sounds like poor Me, streuth, right at the last moment, she Only just wanted to be ordinary... Well she won me over tonite in the end, was a good show, has stories of all sorts of people, had Wayne Goss discovering he's alive and dropping out, shades of Me, and some other dance group who went from being male strippers to native cultural dances, just as good and horny it seems...
Stood behind Ray Martin while he read the script off the auto-cue, it's big lettering on a green background, and put it to air and walked off with a Channel Seven Showbag, otherwise the show was good, all the same and different, the horses and animals were just as good, there are a group of guides who are excellent people, and talk up the Animal walk, the Chicken or the egg which came first, if you're a Creationist then the chicken, if you're an Evolutionist then the egg, and how you get a double yoker, the Show was still the Show somehow, the rides just as exciting, the age was artificial, with transplanted trees to pretend it's been there a long time... were so many cleaners and security people, but no real jobs...
The Channel Nein Show with Roy and HG, for the Consumers, another appearance by the Front Man Ray, just reads the auto-cue, saw him do it, what a doddle, good to have the boys back in town, walking that fine line...
Looking at the land degradation of the deserting farmers, selling up all their stock, the El Nino Drought is drying up all the damns, the rivers aren't running, the disaster is staring them all in the face, doesn't look too good, denuded land, eroded, gullies cutting deep, progressively bigger, next big storm will cut it deeper still, things will be dumped on the market and then will disappear, the stock markets are at the top of the graph, everything is set for a crash, an inevitable crisis in confidence, it's stupid...
Wonder who will take over from Boris, Alexander Lebed will, the strong man, the winner in Russia will make a big difference, cause Boris is a twirp, like there's the office half empty while Boris is full, but the power is so strong, even Boris's drunken ravings carry the power, the way he fired the whole Government Cabinet, once Lebed has the Holy Grail of Russia he might end up being their saviour, cause he looks rough but then again might be a softy... But one man can't do it in the Russian Chaos, have to see who Lebed has on his team and whether he sits back to give directions, the Capitalist Gangsters might support him or take him out, or get locked up, he can still remember he's a General he reckons...
Union Bashing is full on, the Tories have sacked the Wharfies, 1400 jobs of Unionists gone packing, and the Tories are using a taxpayer loan to pay off redundancy for the Unionists, while they employ Scabs with dogs on chains, this Tory Government are a pack of thugs, so the Unionists have to be supported and stay solid...
Looks as if history has provided the scenario for this lunge to kill Unions off is coming at the time when the Public is seeing the true colours and policy of the Tories to cut back on workers and wages and conditions, the lackeys of the businesses in Capitalist ethics, be good to see the result eventually, being made redundant and expendable and the insecurity seeping through the electorate might well backfire on the Little Bigoted Twit...
It's all coming to some sort of trickery timetable, the Wik debate in the Parliament and the Wharfie War and the corruption claims, always for such petty sums, amazing... So the strike may spread, how much disruption before it escalates into a riot or blood spilling or scab wars, and right at the time we're all tottering on the brink of another Great Depression, this could well be the rallying call to get workers organised unionised and reset the balance that Capitalism has imposed... A depression that will open the eyes again like it did back in the 30's, the whole stinking mess that Privatisation and Downsizing and dismantling of Protection, what's the good to come out of it all?
The difference in the two Australia's that Keating's Labor brought this country together, while the Little Divisive Apology for a PM has split this country, cracked it like a windscreen, isolated and divided everyone, it's their rotten tactics every time, be good to see the end of this Little Smelly Stinking Twirp's Government, a landslide to Labor and the arrival of more Greenies in the Senate, that what we need...
So, to get rid of all this cruel crap they dish out, vote for Labor in the Reps, and Greenies in the Senate, all you young kids better take a good look at the Parties and who is in them and who they look after, cause if you're a wage earner you should never vote for the Tory Coalition, but most kids wouldn't have a clue, what a pity...
It's a poor perception to think you can ignore who governs your life, you have to make your mind up and vote where it counts for you, the real democracy is putting your hand up in a Union meeting, where else can you really have such a strong say? Unions are your only protection of your standards of living, if businesses had their way they'd cut back your lifestyle to slavery conditions, just for the profit bottom line, and then squirrel it away in a Trust Tax Haven to avoid putting into the pot for Public Services...
Well wasn't too sure but I liked the way Mark Latham launched his book, accepted the circumstances of the stir the extracts had caused, had taken up the challenge to put things down on paper, a courageous move, and then starts espousing a whole lot of weighing things up, making a point and addressing actuality and argued out his points dispassionately, but had a good understanding of things and was prepared to cop the flack and put the arguments and lead, so I was impressed, his balancing act includes this recipocracy idea of you get help you repay it, as a principle under the capacity to do so, but mentioned how BHP had soaked up the subsidies and then deserted Australia and suchlike, the only way to help the poor was to engage in servicing the big operators cause Australia could never compete in the scales they operate in, he sort of takes the hard facts and reluctantly devises an alternative choice of People Investment for high tech modern cutting edge supply of brainpower...
Every time I hear these solutions put forward to Globalisation as being an Australian Nation of OutSourcers, called in at the whim of the Globals, as if they need you, he reckons you can't compete with them corporately but then reckons our increased education standards can make them need you more, but there will be undercutting still, the best conditions for a secure workforce were when it was all protected... So if we were all protected and outside Globals were unhappy so what, they will still trade... Besides it ties you to the fortunes of the Globals, where's the National Security of self sufficiency gone? The bank of talents and skills needed just to basically look after ourselves when things are short, where does that go, why let outside interests run our affairs... But Mark Latham is someone to really watch, like they've been saying, the Labor Icon and Margaret think so too...
What a joke the Clown Wreath is with the Wharfie Wars, talks about efficiency and saving money and he's got huge bills stacked up, another $250m for a shonky buyout deal... He's juggling all these balls in the air and he's band-aiding all these leaks from their crazy plans and tricks and schemes and conspiracies, what a turkey...
Be interesting to see how this one pans out, they'll never defeat the Unions... It's Solidarity against madness, these Tories look upon the workers as a slave market... And when the trade is blocked with International Union Bans on Scabs, they will be after the Clown, he's had it politically, that Little Pat On the Back will be the stab next... What a pack of nincompoops the Tories are, trubble is they make the whole country suffer in so many ways...
Not the only one Me, seems there's a disappointment with the attitude that's coming through about perceptions of the Wharfie War, the polling of the Aussie Public has a large support for the Union Bashing, they may well be the Fundie Type Idiot, but they vote, they lick up the platitudes of these Tory Gangsters with their guard dogs and assets stripping tricks, and wrongly think they can get more if they cut back on what the Unionists get, some figuring reckons the cost to shipping of wharf labouring amounts to less than 1% of the costs, so it's the ideological fundamentalism hell bent a union genocide...
The right wing media blitz for the last fifty years to blacken the name of Unionism parallels their same intolerance of other religions and races, and it comes from uninformed stupidity and cruelty, they have to ask, What is the sin in acting collectively for the welfare of yourself and your family? A Union is a Congregation that votes for it's own well-being, the ideological war is on full blast, the Union is walking the tightrope of pitfalls and traps placed by the Tory's Clown Wreath, what a despicable person he is, under the stupid looking appearance lurks a real demon, prepared to set up a gauntlet to torture people going about their everyday work, political Prime Ministerial ambition stems from a belief that the Public Supports his actions, and the feedback is that it does for that Right Wing political dumb downing...
But some bouquets to the church leaders to speak out against these Tory Cretins, they have complained how the Tories are backing Division and Confrontation to win a war, it never does, to get the true peace it takes cooperation, this mob in power will never get true support, it's the smelliest politics since last time they were in power...
And life goes on, the rest struggle away on Struggle Street and seem oblivious to the shenanigans, careless and irresponsible and naïve, all those faces at the New Sydney Easter Show wandering about with minds on other things... The Faeries writing in are all feeling the frustration with the human condition, goodness out the window, it's all exploitation and corrupt thinking which prevails under this regime, well so be it, if that's what democracy breeds and harbours in Australia, then be it upon their heads... No one to blame but themselves, what a drudgery it is having a country half full of Tory Deadshits...
On the positive side it wakes up the Union support around the world, there's been solidarity demonstrations among the international Union supporters, so that will open some youthful eyes as to their chances in life, maybe it will turn the tide, maybe the very public media coverage and pictures from the events at the picket lines, the poison gas, the dogs, the Tory Tactics in Trickery, the images of white shirted uniformed Nazi Style Stormtroopers, a new picture of Australians at work, the Little Bigoted Confrontational Twit presiding over it all like the dummy he is, just hope the decent people around the world will join unions and get themselves a fair share of the spoils...
Spoils, a truism, the proceeds from Capitalism have the exploitation taint all the way through, even some of the closed down Mining Town Workers have taken the bait to go contracting with the scabs on the wharves, it breaks friendships, bonds, marriages, laws, knuckles and fences, and those poor dogs involved, a real Government would legislate against that Fascist activity, it's the most despicable history written this century, and is a rerun of the 1890's it seems, what goes around comes around...
Like the New Sydney Easter Show, all housed in it's new home at Homebush, you catch a train to Olympic Park, the platforms have a disembarking and loading side, you stream through ticket machines, a blight on humanity, you have to jump over them and there's a crush, a bit like the trampling to death you get at a Pilgrimage to Mecca, there's the Dome a huge suspended roof that houses the District Displays of produce and the Show Bag Hall, full of ankle biters, the rides are awesome, there's a vomit machine which dangles you upside down and then lifts you, and drops you, turns you over, interminable, the crowds line for the huge Ferris Wheel, takes you high enough to see the city, there's a donut on a pole too, you sit in it and go up in the world, like the one in Hong Kong, then huge new sheds for the animals, the stables have beautiful wood salvaged from the old Showground, there are Draft Horses to Whisper To and befriend, there is a nursery of new-borns taking on a brave new world, ducklings sliding down a ramp to the water raises these squeals of delight from the audience, there's the animal tracks to follow and the manure to step in, and the country people with a different attitude to animal welfare, and the dressing up for the Main Arena judging, bulls being blow dried, horse riding tricks and those Spanish Show-Offs, the Main Arena Entertainment where animals are pushed and driven, not My Favourite events, they had a single cow being driven at a gallop around a course, exciting but an imposition on the animal of fear...
There is Our ABC, in a studio van under one of the imported Fig Trees, huge, brought in by barge from up the North Coast, hope they survive, kids at the Show doing News Reading Auditions, and then during the Fireworks, Kevin Norton hosted a Cooking with Fat show, had some fabulous food prepared, but then all these workers at the Show turned up for the taste tests, the audience denied in mouth watering anticipation...
But the highlight for memories was down in the Overflow, the Southern Districts Schools Ensemble did music and dancing in an extravaganza, the orchestra danced and grooved, the dancers finely coordinated, the music ranged from Queen's Nothing Really Matters to Rocky, the applause was real, lovely young kids putting on a proud performance, was great... Brought tears to your eyes for their futures, such high hopes to launch them into the world... But six donuts at a four for $2 price cheered Me up no end, yummy, but when cooking with fat, you take it to heart...
Easter Monday,
Ever see anybody raised from the dead?
God no...
Gentlepeople, this must be one of the bad periods, so many things are wrong and the Little Bigoted Twit has brought poor Me to despair, for the country and the people, such a Little Ugly and Divisive PM, and the horror is he seems to have support in the cruel greedy sections of the community, the war on Unions now, with the Little Picket Line Buster making the children cry, the media reaction saying as how it was in the stunt category, then the police raids on peaceful people picketing... Could just scream, what has this Little Freak done to our country, the sign says United We Stand Divided We Beg, and it's begging, abysmal treatment of desperate people, this next election will fire up the bellies, poor me feels the hackles rise now every time that Little Shit PM appears, the Capitalist Right Wing Conservative tactics are bound to fail, but in the meantime it's solidarity to get rid of these cretins...
Now the Tories are running their own agenda, instead of that phony placation of Labor supporters in the last election and the non-policy announcements, this is the time now in the run up to the next election, be it double dissolution or not, why the hell they are letting more minor parties into the Senate is a wonder, perhaps because they have right wing hopefuls like Wun Nazi Nation to look forward to, would make wonderful history to have the huge swing last time reversed, but Land Grabs and Union Bashing are the Redneck's bread and butter... The Little UnAustralian PM has put the Nation into Civil War, spose they get what they deserve, and asked for, so who wins the next election will claim a mandate for what? Bosnia revisited?
So Gentlepeople, the reason poor me ain't down the pickets and standing firm with the fellow unionists is cause of damned technology, the 'Puter is hanging by a thread, software corruptions and hardware failures, what a lobotomy it is to lose the facility, makes you realise how much these Hi-Tech frailties rule our lives, so if I vague away some more it's due to late nights and trubbles with the system, what a hassle... What has happened to security, what's the opposite to relaxed and comfortable? The Nineties, the end of social cohesion and welfare, after the high hopes from ConCon we've descended back to the Little Tory Hatefulness... They say there isn't a depression but there is for most of the world...
Snore, cripes, what an epic, the saga of the Registry corruption, Win95's basic bible, poor sleepless I have been rebuilding the system from scratch, what a job, so many false paths to take, another IE4 download at midnight, it's almost back... This has taken several weeks to get right, and it's still missing some features, but the corruption has been fixed, the thing builds from a foundation base of Win95, all virginal and fresh, as you drop more products on top they overlay drivers and such and gradually build up the tree, but if that Registry has been corrupted then you have to start back in MS-Dos, still it's all experience... Valuable sleepless experience...
And there's no real backup less you have a tape drive to take a full system backup with the System files included, the INI's BAT and Config.sys, so it's all risk taking doing installations of sound cards and such, unless you can go back to uncorrupted system.da0 user.da0 and replace system.dat and user.dat and at a pinch the system.1st files, all hidden archived read only's, Ah, what fun it is when you know how... Any GentlePeople want to offer me a job? Or are we all still on the Wharfie Picket Line...
Being told where you can and cannot go, and whether you're free to protest, the freedom to form picket lines being sullied, ought to bring them out, have to make the effort and get to the pickets, had a bloke on the train who said he was once in the thick of Union negotiations from the bosses side he was then, doing his job on the staff, ended up in face to face confrontation with his own brother down in an Adelaide Power dispute, and now he says he's completely changed to a union advocate, reckons this country is facing bad times ahead, and agreed with me how it started when Whitlam slashed the Tariffs by 25% overnight, Xmas? Early seventies? And the computer systems had to be modified quick smart, that was the beginning of the rot... Interesting bloke had been right up there in the philosophy and became disillusioned and dropped out, he made dire predictions of the outcomes for this divided nation...
Now we are told not to obstruct the Union Busters, don't picket or they'll set the dogs of phony law onto you, unenforceable when they have to use bully boy tactics, to use their force of course, of course, you can hear their real words in the privacy of their own types, what they'd really like to do, see there's a government of madmen full of ideological gleams in their eyes, and the Aussie So-Called Liberal Football Team voted for the buggers, Duh...
Get out the placards, I like the United We Bargain, Divided We Beg, says it all, oh well, the fight goes on, christ they've got short memories or live in Gold Logie Land... Who the hell was that chick who won it? Wot about Ray or Roy or HG, what about a bloke...
Who was My Favourite TV character? Hmmm, that Orangutan in the SBS commercial for the Planet...
The Wharfie Wars, finally a win for the worker's rights to collective bargaining confirmed, well almost, the Federal Court issues the order to reinstate, rehire, the sacked Wharfies... The Tory Gov Conspiracy has been acknowledged... A victory for commonsense... Once these tricky-dicky stupid schemes are out in the open, out of the back rooms of conspiracy, makes them look as stupid as they are, the Clown Wreath has to go, riding off into the sunset they say, the whole bluddy stupid lot ought to go particularly the Little Divisive Cretin running it, what a dope, another debacle for the history books...
The tactics have been appalling, the Scab workforce security guards with blackened faces, balaclavas, dogs on chains, locks, barricades, bringing out the worst, presided over by the Little Union Basher extolling the police to get in and use physical force, inciting violence, the Little PM of Civil War, what a Little Hopeless Joke...
And this is the first time the poor sleepless I have had the system up fully operational, what a nightmare to lose your 'Puter these days, had to take it back to a virginal Win95 install and bring it forward again, reinstalled the lot, even had to get another IE4 from an old Explorer 2.00 version, being a Heretic you can mock the god of small things to make your life a misery and it was there for a while, every damn thing went crook... Just today the petrol leaked out after filling the tank, was telling Houie about the series of misfortunes while getting the dry clothes off the line, the white clothes basket had water laying in the base, jeeeeeesus, but now after the news of the Success from the Federal Court, things don't look so bad...
Although the polls wont show it, this Union fight has opened up the eyes of the generation who've never seen these Tory Turkeys at work, hopefully the strength in unity and solidarity from the picket lines and the feeling of empowerment coming from this action will be one of the best outcomes in showing these young ones coming through that the Unions are their only hope...
What is the Tory Conservative Right Wing vision for the world then, with individualism and competition being the currency, have everyone at each others throats, user pays, unless you can pay, you just don't get it, unless you have an income you starve, they want everything owned by private enterprise, no responsibility to the democracy, some vague shareholder self interest, only driven by profit, some vague regulatory promise that there is a duty of care involved, they don't seriously think it will work, the ultimate development of Capitalism, Eco-Rat style, is for One Bank, One Manufacturer, One Monopoly after another, in every facet of life, all in collusion to dominate some section of the community, that is their stupid cruel dream... What a pack of ponces...
There ought to be a stated set of areas that private enterprise may never replace, like education, health, housing, the young the old the needy, the Government Bank, and resources, the mineral wealth, water and electricity, all the major networks, the networks will be what gets taxed in the future, all the networks of roads and rails and air routes and the lucrative Computer Networks carrying the commercial transactions, the gold mine of the future, and free to air networks, all should have a government component fully funded, fully regulated and staffed with Public Servants in life time careers should they wish and with active Unions to balance up the powers in the democracy, Unions give you a real vote...
Horrified, that's how it feels about the pollies at the moment... The attack on the essences of life, education health and welfare, the demented attack on the Unions, the blind faith in the Holy Market, stupidity in following Free Trade principles when there's no Free Trade Unions in the countries dumping cheap goods on us, drowning out our independence and work opportunities, the Competition Policies introducing crazy privatised profit driven agencies in cases of public duty of care, public schools closed down and private sects, xtians muslims and every other crackpot religion opening mind washing clinics for young minds, blotters for their stupid sectarian crap...
What about a bit of decent socialised unionised protectionism, regain some independence, let the Globalised Lemmings run over the cliff, Capitalism needs customers, it's doing it's best in Australia to deny the customers any purchasing power, there's a real craziness from the last 25 years that has to be put right, starts with free public education and co-operative spirit, the exact opposite from this Tory Gov's right wing push, so utterly disgusted with them...
Waiting for another High Court decision by the Tory Conspiracy appealing against the Unions, their mad plan to destroy and isolate and divide the Union on the rocks, now they've been accused of an arguable case of conspiracy to run off with the redundancy pay of the Unions, and how on earth could this Tory Cartel move to support the missing money, $250m, with some government sponsored fund? Surely that's not justice, the High Court better do the right thing, matter of fact it's about time the Governor-General Sir William Deane sacked this Little Tory Criminal government for breaking the law...
Well it's going to be interesting to see the costs run up, the bill for the Little Wharfie War Union Basher, the High Court will have to shift a few millions around in damages to see this debacle out, there's more than money at stake, Justice Kirby reckons it's the threat of sacking for being a unionist at stake, momentous confrontation, wonder how it will resolve?
When once it was a matter for the Conciliation and Arbitration Commission, the very structures to settle these disputes written out of the equation by the Tory Drongos, the big public opinion poll swing away from the Tory Tricksters to Labor seems to be another Back Down in the making, they've done nothing right, and even today the Little Anarchist was pushing ahead, vowing regardless of the Law Courts to continue with the idiot ideas... Another nail in the Tory coffin spose...
What a Little Stupid Dummy Act he puts on with that forced smile and lying face, I wonder how the hell anyone supports the Little Twirp at all, fancy having just the Dog left to chew on the bone, cripes, vacancy for Tory talent all the way down, but you'd start at the bottom with them anyway... Then there's this Child Care eruption about to splatter in the fan as well... The Little Prime Minister for Mistakes in full flight soon...
The rotten news was the Great Barrier Reef Bleaching they call it, the death of the little creatures that make it, the colour goes, what a tragedy to lose such a priceless piece of nature, it sheets home to the stuff coming out of the Northern Australian Rivers, the acid soil problem, the Chemical Hodge-Podge, and then someone reckons that a river weed might work against the Blue Green Algae killing the inland rivers, every time you watch Our ABC, CountryWide, there's some hope and then some extra problem...
That Not very Funny Farmer NFF bloke was cracking a lot of jokes down the Press Club, ha ha, what a character, poison ivy, he's the scrambler of the eggs, what a mess, what a joke, is the dream unraveling? Seems the idea is to carry on in the tradition of Imperialism, ruin the countryside with alien creatures, kill off the indigenous people and animals and plants, destroy the forests and ground-cover, poison the country with herbicides and pesticides, pollute the inland rivers to death, extract scarce water resources in stupid irrigation dreams to bring up the salt and desertification, and then go on a union bashing spree to blame the workers for everything, ha... Gees he's a funny bloke... Pity all those Pommy Import Squatocracy Types in the NFF don't piss off back to England or somewhere and go drown themselves in world's best practice, what a load of crap, even B2 Bob Hawkie was waffling on making more sense than that NFF turkey...
World's Best Practice means do the job for less than the lowest paid workers in the world and you might get the work if some tax avoidance scheme and subsidy comes forward from a madness ridden Eco-Rat Run Government... The most successful export from Australia in the last 25 years has been our jobs... Factories are gone, production of all our consumerables is gone, imports from Globalised Monopolies in place of Australia's future generation's opportunities to employment and careers, bluddy imports is what you get instead, a lost generation's inheritance from the Eco-Rat Boomers, thanks a lot, now where's the Union Application form... Where's the Political Party to protect our industries from imports, where's the Party with guts?
No More Reforms, No More Restructuring, No More Mergers, No More Downsizing, No More Imports, No More World's Best Practice, No More Deregulation, No More Cost Cutting, No More Belt Tightening, No More Tricky Dicky Schemes And Trusts And Tax Avoidance And Shifting The Blame, No More Competition Policy, stick it! These Eco-Rat years have been a complete flop... That dog eat dog world sucks...
Draw the line, join the unions, set the standards, make the regulations, nationalise at least one Commonwealth Bank and some State Banks, nationalise everything that's been privatised, wipe out this mad flirtation with competition policy, instill the co-operative ethic and bring back Cradle To Grave Welfare, that's a list to make a decent start on the way back to prosperity, and subsidise the environmental damage out of farming, and mining belongs to the nation and it's future, de-privatise anything that impacts on the welfare of society, and tax the rich properly... And tell the rest of the world and the Globals to take a running jump, have as the mainstay of policy the self-sufficiency and security of this country first, it's all here, what they do in those other places is their problem, we want our jobs and industries back here run by our own expertise, make smuggling a capital offense, importing is a crime, Do It Here, that's the slogan...
Interesting information for sale, but no, it's not blackmail, it can just dob in the Conspiracy on the Wharfie Wars, a little time bomb to see who wants to buy it at the right price, it's just the hard done by SAS mercenary blokes who went away to Dubai to train as Wharfies, upset at their use-by-date coming up so quick, cute eh, cloak and dagger sneaky meetings with lawyers, Nope, sorry, it was the Clown Wreath and the Little Sneak, whisper whisper shooosh... What do you reckon it will all come out in the end, ha... What a pack of leaky old boats, going down, glug glug goes the Wharfie Wars...
Well, you can bet on it, Gambling is a Motherhood issue, the Toady Treasurer snaked his smarmy smile through an Initiative which Originated in his Own Office he reckons, streuth what an event, the master of thin strategy, it was not hatched over the dinner table with the Divine Brother Tim, but Brother Toad girded up his poison sacks and tacky venom and went into a waffle about the productivity of Gambling... So Brother Tim is a sort of Trojan Horse for Brother Toad the Pet Dog of Sure Bet Jeff who happens to embrace gambling with deep pockets... Are there bottomless pits opening in the Temple of Doom up on the Hill? With a slimy Toady Snake slithering about waiting for meal on a Little Mouse that Squeaks in Roars? Well? Or is that all just too damn poetic... Just hope he chokes on it...
Meanwhile the farcical Privatised Job Rip Off collapsed in a heap on the first day, some never opened, some never will, some have no facilities, some that have missed out on a contract, and some opportunist exploiters have subcontracted their government grants away to just collect a royalty? What a complete and utter wank, and there was the Sales Boy Galah from some group swanning about on the radio with the sort of waffle you get at those personality change cults, he'll get you a job by dressing you up with a gleam in your eye, dear oh dear, that Dr Hemp bloke looks weirder and weirder, he has a brother too... Another cloned clown...
That's the end of April, what a forgettable month that was, so the Little Unrelaxed and Uncomfortable Twit has yet to see over the dashboard of the Ship Of State, who the hell knows where it's going, that's what you get when the Wouldn't Have a Clue Tories get up there in the Control room, it will be such a relief to see them confined to an historic dust bin... Just a little perspective piece, but compare the number of politicians and lawyers in Australia with workers on the wharves, do a lurks and perks comparison there, no don't, it's a waste of time, have a cuppa, take a tea break, on the picket line, a dose of inspiration...
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