… Or, the apparent necessity of coercion in the speeding up of evolution.

“When was the last time you had a small antechinus that completely changed your day?” she said.
“Its been a long time since I’ve seen an antechinus.” I replied, “Surely there are none around here?”
“Huh … ?”
“Oh, you mean an anti-climax?”
“Huh … No, I mean an act-of-kindness!”
“Oh …”

Such a large gap between the thoughts of young children and those of blind old men …

Ya know, I’m never going to manage to write anything worthwhile while I evolve so much more slowly than contemporary man. How on earth does one cram so much silly information and so much unrequired passion into a thing like a blog? I no sooner get through scrawling something short and to the point when another issue arises that just has to be plastered across the face of this timeless Universe. I know, many of you would say to me, just shut the fuck up and get on with your life like the rest of us little gnomes do. I know, I know; but I don’t like complaining … at least not behind closed doors. I’m so pre-internet. So embedded to either doing something about it, or saying something about it.

Yesterday I heard that an 11 year old girl was Taser’d! Shit man, that’s some heavy shit. When I was young, a kid – and we didn’t then use knives – any cop could just walk up to a kid and takes its knife away. The most they would’ve needed was a wave of their truncheon. (I suppose there will be some who’ll say that a Taser is much less violent, less physically damaging, than a wave of a truncheon!) – its, its … progressive.

I’ll tell ya what, you wander up to me with a yellow plastic pistol and my evolutionary procedures goes right out the window. Now a truncheon, a truncheon, that I can understand. With a truncheon I say, yes officer, you would wish my attention? You perhaps wish me to desist in what I am doing? With a Taser, I say, fuck you Joe – better use the real thing! Now of course this is imaginary speculation; I’m not about to have any intercourse with either a plastic pistol holding individual nor in fact with one armed with a truncheon but, it does serve to show just how slow my evolution has become now that the King’s stopped time and smacked me .. well, smack dab in the middle, of his God’s endless reign. I do hope that I get to die. And when I do, I do hope that I go to Hell where all my friends are going …

Another thing that amazes me while were speaking evolutionary process is that there does seem to be a gene missing from the mind – or is it brain? – of the Kangaroo. And, its hard not to conclude that something has been passed on, or back and forth, or perhaps, backwards between our national emblem and neoLiberal Nationalist MPs.

A petition, ‘That those acting unjustly in Authority, may be brought to justice just like the common man and not reside their defence in the privilege of Parliament, was taken badly by the House, “the very reading of it [the petition] sweld the spleens of most of the House, and it was even white with the foaming of their indignation, their countenance and their brains run to and fro like shutters, but what Cobwebs they will weave, either to cover their shame, or hide themselves from Justice.” ‘ – John Harris.