I really don’t understand why the First Nations people, and the rest of Australia, don’t see that all we need to do to get the country back of its knees again, to drag it back up from under the dirty skirt of this Liberal National disgrace and into the fresh air is to demand a Bill of Rights and then to make a proper Constitution with it.

The Aboriginal people who are calling from a voice in a corrupt parliament, are seriously barking up the wrong tree. For a start the trees being pissed all over by the King and his Band of Thugs. Appointing Tracker Wyatt into a position to help direct their voice is just another slap in their faces and they should know it. It’s no different than Tough Tony being their Special Envoy. It’s another divisive and purposely offensive neoliberal time wasting platitude. It divides all of us, and it offends all of us – all 25 million of the King’s children and the rest of his pacific family.

Insisting on protection under this rotten Ancient Constitution isn’t worth a pinch of shit and listening to people like Chief Pearson – who let’s remember, said he’d rather make HIS PEOPLE vote against equity in an inclusive modern Australia and against a Bill of Common Rights and a self determining Republic unless he got protection for them under this unjust and corrupt constitution, is akin to trading their waddies for bone-meal and fountain-pens. Hold on to your waddies we’re going to need them to throw it out – this worthless constitution – with the King and his draconian morons anyway.

This Ancient Constitution offer no protection to the common ‘white’ people of Australia, so what makes these black fools believe its going to give THEIR PEOPLE protection when us, the beautiful people, don’t have under it either? This ancient constitution gives no protection to democracy. It’s designed to protect the King and his Parliamentary embezzlers. It’s actually easier to chuck it out and rewrite than it is to alter!

The ancient constitution’s roots are rotten to the core, and the nuts clinging to its twisted branches aren’t worth a single bag of coal no matter who is burning it.

Its far better to get together and make a Bill of Rights. An honest, inclusive, progressive universal Declaration of Basic Human Rights for all Aussies. We don’t need permission from a government to do that. We do it ourselves, and we tell them, this is it and its done. All Aussies, no black no white, no new no old … A declaration of our democratic rights.

Ah, dreams, promises, miracles. You know, you’d all find that if we had this Bill of Rights it would not only generate a Democratic Constitution but it’ll define corruption as it should be defined – and that in itself would be worth of all the Kings stolen gold and dirty coal. Certainly we wouldn’t need to have special places reserved in our Grand Debating Club for any particular group. We’d be in it equally, together all of us, first and last – all 25 million of us and those that come after us, equally together, in peace and prosperity and with true individual character.

No more petty kings and disgraceful conscience policemen, no more corrupt lawyers hiding behind discretionary law, no more dopey hobby farmers preaching morality to our youngsters and saving future children for the degradation of detentions on sinking family islands.

… I see a young fella holding a plackard saying, “He does not speak for us” No, none of them do, none of these appointed petty princes and princesses, these so called democratic ‘representatives’ do.

Say, kids, did ya hear about those Fitzgerald Principles? No? Did ya hear that soon you’re not going to be able to march out and voice your opinions? No? Did ya hear that this year you’re going to be marooning, torturing and killing a few more frightened hungry and lost souls on peaceful islands? No? That’s ok … The King and his Band of Merry Men will protect you from that big ole blanket of smog the rest of the World’s making from your precious coal. They’re going to protect your futures with the bribes they give to your parents … ‘Course, they may have to take your phones away … For your own good of course, for the good of God’s Most Lucky Country.

“You shouldn’t watch the news you know,” she said ” … your blood pressure.”
“I don’t think it’s the news that fucks my blood pressure. No knowing does. I’ve been up all night thinking about this Glycoprep stuff – why it has to be mixed so far in advance and why it has to be refrigerated, and why they suggest I should suck sweeties with it … ”
“What if the news that upsets you is fake news?”
“What if it isn’t. You know since you’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t .. then I think I’d rather be damned for doing. Don’t you?”
“So much fake new these days … ”
“No, I just think there’s so much more denial than there is even self deceit … Optimism, as Godwin says, really is a crime.”
“Fake news?”
“Fear.”

“Two men conspiring, one to seem lame, another to cure him with a charm, will deceive many; but many conspiring, one to seem lame, another so to cure him, and all the rest to bear witness, will deceive many more.” – Thomas Hobbes.