Last night Tom Kenneally said, Tough Tony was a good guy, his only problem is that he thinks ‘charity should do the job of government’. He had other problems too … He believes that his god will make our way for us .. but only his god.

What a disgrace Australia, heads back into the sand and bare your butts to the Fascist cock. Defeated by fear .. such a great great shame. The flies were a bit thicker this morning, up earlier, the sun has a haze over it Ive felt but not seen before and the air is choking smog. I noticed that all the petrol generators were up and running earlier this morning and the solar panels laying flat, face down in the dirt. Pumps are running and the river level dropping fast. Well these things, I take it are good; they’ll keep the dribble dribbling down. Not fast its true but let’s face it as long as it dribbles into your patch then life is good .. is rosy gold and guilt free.

So we’ve opted for a land of prisons and clubs to keep the children safe .. its not worked before but ah these times have changed. We’ve opted for the ignorance of a priest-king and the salvation of our souls through the words of his dead god .. and the works of his souless minions. Ive never been so ashamed to be an Australian as I am today.

At least the King’s hell becomes the only truth. Well, truth now becomes unnecessary and corruption obligatory. We have just shat in our own nest .. for me I suppose it no longer matters, I’ve been eating divine shit for the past four years but I’ve had enough, I’m full .. over nourished and over coddled and I have an Auroch standing before me wearing a gun belt a badge and a big big smile …

There’s the future. No place for me. I’ve never been so ashamed to be an Aussie as I am today.

“But now,
Draw in your head, alone and too tall here.
Your eyes already in the slant of drifting foam;
Your breathe sealed by the ghosts I do not know:
Draw in your head & sleep the long way home.” – Hart Crane.