Its about balancing quality and quantity … Life. Here I’m talking about something said to me about a little old lady in palliative care – my mother. My mother’s 82 and yes, I suppose at that stage, life may be about the balancing of quality with quantity. But what if one is say, 55 years old? Is it as easy to balance quality with quantity? Who says just what is the quantity that must be balanced with quality? Who is…
Sunday morning always seems to be the darkest day of the week regardless of the weather. You’ve spent all Saturday trying to avoid, or rather do away with, the disgrace of the week before .. and they give you a Sunday. All the good people dressing up in their finest to head off to church to listen to the emptiness of false hope in order to have the fortitude to beam with self deceit for another week in living hell….
I saw a shooting star last night, a very bright one very late at night. It shot across our Southern Cross and winked. I like to think its my dog .. letting me know he’s ok, and checking up on me. That’s our job, him and me. Checking up on each other and letting each other know that everything is ok. We have a deal, my dog and I, whoever gets there first .. waits. We know we are going…
I suppose that by now you’d have to think he believes the rubbish he spews forth. Its that old British Empire mentality that if you shout louder at the idiots .. then they will understand what it is you are lying to them about. My grandfather had it, if you were black, brown or yellow you just had to be shouted at, louder. The real problem with this King, is with his god. Everything the King says about his god…
I left with 50 books – picked up a few gems at no cost from Gleebooks the day I left. So, as you can imagine I’m a travelling book store .. problem being that there’s no one out here who reads my sort of rubbish. The Gnomads have created this rule that books MUST be swapped. Must. So I’m likely to have a pile of Donna Hay magazines swapped for my copy of Wheen’s Karl Marx, in fact I’d probably…
Its so hard not to judge other people on your values even when you know you shouldn’t. I suppose thats why we’re always trying to find shared values, not so that when we find them we can judge others, but so that when we’re forced into a position of judgement or when we jump into a judgement, we at least have an understanding of the meaning of those values. Much of my life is spent in being judged by others…
I don’t think that I share a single value with the King or any of his Merry Men. In fact I’d be damned ashamed of myself as an Australian if I did. Of course we don’t actually know what these values, these fair dinkum Aussie values, the King and his buffoons hold and on which they judge other Australians to be unfit to be Australians actually are. On the surface of it you’d have to think that just being a…
Do you think that by sending all our refugee children back to imprisonment on our Pacific Island for Christmas is meant to send a message to ‘people smugglers’ ? Just an off hand question Patti K asked on her Suicide Radio programme last night. Didn’t really get an answer. I mean, there were a couple of deep sighs .. though that could have been the wind too. I like Mr Peters take on this ‘letting the kings god look after…
Such a wonderful World, such a lucky country … I see the Kings decided that its okay for his charity to feed all those hungry Aussies his ministers decrees have thrown out onto the streets with no recourse to .. well, government aid. Shame he couldnt get away with his neoliberal bidding process on a thing like poverty, as he appears to have done with Human Rights and Dignity. What’s gone wrong? Surely the recent massive overreaction to State Security…
He’s a mega tosser ain’t he, Our King? Up there in his Big Blue Bus munching on carp, spreadin’ the news .. given us what we want. He’s a listening, he’s a hearing and he’s a doin – gawd help us! What a look. One right tosser. No wonder the backpackers love im .. an icon, our elected King. King of the Regions. One right tosser. Hope he takes that bus through Dickson .. Pistol Pete can whack a few…