Just so much corruption. I mean, so much overt corruption. They corrupt the English language, they corrupt not only democratic process but parliamentary process and they corrupt the contract they have with us … And all anyone out here in the backblocks seems to do is to talk … chatter. We’ve got our King’s lawyer – who 11 months ago was desperately attempting to get his head around our definition of his corruption (Remember? Back then, it was the most important thing he said he had to do, and of course, to make it retrospective but not for him) – now , as Industral Relations manager, he’s attempting to define other simple ideas such as wage theft, who’s allowed to do it and who’s not, and what it means to be united.

We have our present member for The Security of Society Against the Welfare of the Community – what a merry go round that one is – wallowing in her corruptions of drugs, its use, its supply, and where her money comes and goes from, we’ve got the King himself chatting away with Willing Don about water under god knows who’s bridges, atomic deterrents and telling the kids to shut-the-fuck-up because they’re scaring him … again, and he’s getting tips on how to run a proper demockracy. Pistol Pete, Junior and his Tea lady all cuddled up resisting fake anti-Semitism, fake communism and fake economy and, of course, the right to make mistakes with their freedoms of speech. Barney, still paddling about in the water and Tough Tony over there in The Queen’s own backyard lecturing on unity and true humanitarian values …

And what are we doing back here? Wallowing in it and scratching about in their dirt … Well, we could do worse.

We could all go blind .. I mean optically blind, our petrol prices could skyrocket cause we haven’t bombed Iran yet, we could betray another group of indigenous people and xollude in their genocide, a land bridge could open up to NZ, or Indonesia, and all the world’s riff-raff could just wander on over like in the old days.

Thank the King’s good and gracious God that not only are we an island but that the King’s picked such good gals and guys to look after us all properly and that we’ve seen fit to flood their wallets with our hard earned dosh.

It doesn’t get much better than this … Eh?

Perhaps it does … What’s going on with Barney the Dunce? He’s calling for his boss to get on and help Assange … his boss by the way is us but well give him his petition to the King, after all the King and his State Security offals are not exactly going to allow us to exercise our consciences on any issue of morality – so Barneys building dams to fill with air, good healthy air I hope, and getting up the good King’s backside with a call for a democratic principle. Well done Barney. I don’t spose it would be proper to ask why his sudden change of direction, what’s screwed up his compass … we’re not likely to get an honest answer anyway. Maybe jobs for all the farmers he’s sacking?

And then, back here in the real world we have an idiot breaking his hand punching out a wall ’cause he took his eye of the ball. Shee -it!

“By authorising the government to deal ruthlessly with whatever opinions there may be, you are giving it the right to interpret thought, to make inductions, in a nutshell to reason and to put its reasoning in the place of facts which ought to be the sole basis for government counteraction. This is to establish despotism with a free hand … The men to whom you entrust the right to judge opinions are quite as susceptible as others to being misled or corrupted, and the arbitrary power which you will have invested in them can be used against the most necessary truths as well as the most fatal errors.” – Benjamin Constant.