How do these miracle men dare to get up in front of their crowds and preach overpopulation at the same time as telling us that we can’t afford them … a population that is .. and, at the same time, invoke the interests of all 25 million of us. Listening to Old Suicide in the wee hours of the morning over this past weekend I thought I’d heard enough stupidity regarding these educational salons … And then, good old Tough Tony and Deputy Dunce come pounding through the air waves preaching their choice of life! Wow, what must all the little kiddies be thinking?

Do they actually teach Science at school here in Australia anymore? I mean, scientific method .. its obvious that history’s fallen by the wayside. Speaking of history, wouldn’t it be neat if all the kiddies could get up a bit of courage and take on board a bit of the noblesse of our fellows in Hong Kong. Really hit the streets and let the King and his Merry Little Men know where they stand as regard to their ideal of our fascist future.

Ah the dreams of youth! Trampled underfoot by the fears of age. Time to pull the pin kids … Time for a little rage.

“Mistrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful. Instead wish that man be delivered from revenge … for me, that is the bridge to the highest hope, and a rainbow after long storms.” – Nietzsche.

At what point do our precious kiddies realise that its not Christianity that these Dracos preach but Fascism – the Church of the Future – the pride of ignorance. Where’s the logic to their arguments? If we can’t afford those of us who are sick, are injured and disabled and have outlived our use because we – wonder of wonders, got old – then how on God’s Eternal Earth can we afford more little kiddies? What future other than torture is in store for them?

If, as Izzy’s Bible says, twas the girls – Eve – who led us ‘images of god’ into the garden and tempted us, then what on earth would be the point of creating these neo-puppy farms? Our modern masters, the King, Pistol Pete, Tough Tony and Deputy Dunce all have little girls to remind them of our temptation – God only knows what’s despoiling the shag pile of the New Christ’s palace in Perth! – don’t they have mothers too?

Do you think there’s a glass ceiling in heaven? I have too many girls in my life to believe that a glass ceiling would last very long should I be stupid enough – or is it brave? – to hang one over my head in my thefted palace. And anyway, I thought that the Christian’s god was a girl now … Certainly been that way in my old house for as long as I can remember!

I’m beginning to wonder whether the Kings Gods haven’t insisted on their Divine Right again and put the gods of my sisters, my daughters and my mother back into the place where they belong … Tied to the old iron bed and chained to the coal fired stove in the kitchen.

Ah, the dreams of youth.

“The most vigilant police cannot check worthless ideas as well as a disgusted public can.” – Alexander Radishchev.