“He would like to come & argue it out. Fuck that! I’m a monomaniac. Me no argue.” – Henry Miller. Here we go again. These men our king’s about to parade around in condemnation were sent there by the King to do a job. The job being to kill other men. The fact that we should never have had anything to do with policing in a far off land, I s’pose, will somehow slide but that’s the criminal act. We…
Once again we see the deceit and the moral corruption of those men who would be our kings – our representatives secure under the constitution of parliament. Those men (and yes dear ladies, you too) who have found a way to ‘get themselves elected’ in the immortal words of his Mendaciousness, Pistol Pete Dutton. Once again we have the king’s men tripping about among the primroses in an attempt to define corruption. Would that we could be subjected to their…
“Well,” he said, “its good for all of us. The King’s mob are gonna keep givin’ us lots of free money … ” He’s a toothless old Queenslander rattling around on the margins of existence, ablaze in a marooooons jumper and today he’s all up in arms about Princess Popular’s corruptions and the great benefit the King’s been to old fashioned Aussie ideals. One more reason that us over 55s shouldn’t be able to vote on the plans for the…
If there’s one thing that screams out loud to us Lucky Countrymen – NEW CONSTITUTION NOW! – its the King’s abuse of Parliament. Again, His Disgrace, King Coal, Snotty Morrison, spurts forth utter lies in his attempt to coerce the kiddies into his brand of demockracy. No no, I’m not talking about the rubbish about our Unions preventing medicine from reaching the paupers – that in itself is mere idiocy – I’m talking about his use of the corruption of…
On the safe reopening of our Demockratic Parliament. Funny how when we age we wallow in the comforts of things we protested about when we were young. The rape and pillage of the Earth, the racism, the deflections, the corruption of democratic process, we were once so determined we would not allow to happen again – at least on our watch – become a fluffy blanket in which to insulate our final years. God damn the submarines! Plough on, plough…
A brief interview with Foul Tudge – Architect of the Robo-debt scheme and current holder of the musical chair for Immigration*, from his view of the world atop the king’s Parliament House. “7 million! You didn’t!”, said I. “We did. I mean, you did, you gave $7 million to the Red Cross.” “7 million! Well that makes me feel better. At least we, I mean you, can sleep easy knowing that all those humans stranded here in the Lucky Country…
The simple fact that neo-liberalism, corporatism (Fascism), the deceitful worship of false gods, is that the false god Profit requires less workers, paying them less, and more policemen to keep these hungry workers in their place. Slavery, whether one wants to call it wage slavery or just a necessity of corporate progress matters not. It is waste. And any assignment of morality to this system, whether by a king or by those endlessly inserted middlemen, is a corruption of morality,…
A week ago, in the middle of our constitution’s birthday – 120 years of bliss – which he of course didn’t see fit to celebrate* the king was rolling out the pork down at Eden. At a woodchip mill, in a land of apples. There’s a by-election coming up so he’s makin’ promises and manufacturing a miracle or two. Well, one young cub reporter dared to ask him if he was in fact ‘barreling the pork’ along with the apples….
“Preceptors of the nation. Do you really think you are fulfilling an educational task if you command history to stop in its course and return to its old condition.” – Walter Goetz, 1924. Of course, most of you couldn’t give a shit – except perhaps when you’re out at the school bbq or when you’re chucking a dinner party for enlightened souls, but, us out here in the margins care an awful lot. I hear that the Left has been…
All this lockdown rubbish is fine, I s’pose. Lets face it it’s all about common sense. The world’s had plagues and diseases before and this is nothing different. Nothing different. We die. So what? Ah yes, YOU don’t want to die … But, that’s tough shit, tough titties … even fascist god-bods die. Lockdown. What joy, what bliss this must engender within the King’s secret cabinets. A ‘virus’ – a gift from god – to accelerate the job of locking…