I think I have a Home Affairs Pelican out here in front of me. He’s been cruising my bit of river front here for a few days .. pretends to be catching stuff, fish .. but I dunno. The boys have warned me about Home Affairs chappies wandering about dressed as wild-life. They say a truck hit an Auroch out on the highway a couple nights ago with a couple of public servants in it. And they tell me, Aurochs…
“There may have been no dams blocking the torrents of words. But those words were not advocacy, arguments or selling points. They were excuses, abuse of the opposition and rhetorical flourishes. One never got the impression that the King, or his economic ministers, were infused with and excited by ideas, or keen on the processes by which debate sharpened and improved a policy or a program. Indeed, particularly on economic matters (such as company tax cuts, the environment or kowtowing…
How we can distil the will of a whole country into the pettiness of one man and say ‘ it’s ours’ .. Or rather, let that one man say, ‘it’s yours!’? Australia says ‘He does!’. Fiji says, ‘He doesn’t’. So, our Kings off with a bag of our cash to ensure .. or perhaps to convince Fiji that ‘he does!’. Don’t we have those new Jet Fighters yet? Surely we can put more pressure on a small Pacific Island like…
The King’s been out at the Cricket spreading his corruptions … Lord, can’t we just keep him at the Rugby League? I see he’s made us a gift of 40 nurses out of the money him and his men have stolen from us and hoarded away over the previous couple of years. He says that he can afford to do this because we’ve been good and paid our taxes .. because him and his thieves have invested their dosh in…
I wish it was possible to ignore the world, to find some sort of sense in the hermitage of ignorance. I wish that silence gave me the pleasure that it once did … I’m not born for this new world. I live in a box but somehow bringing down the shutters and flooding it with artificial light doesn’t work for me … no matter how hard I try I can’t understand how it works. This new world seems like a…
Ours .. aint it? I mean this dosh the neoLibs – the poor Nats just dont get a look in these days eh – are going to jump up and down about saving the country .. its actually our money, taken from us in order to provide the things we need on a collective basis. You know, from those according to their means, to those according to their needs. Is that the ideal? This ‘budget surplus’. How do we get…
What a week we’ve had … Finally. It seems that this week Australia woke up and remembered that though we’re not a democracy, we keep getting told that we are a Democracy. Not since the 1960s,70s and 80s have we witnessed democracy in action. And who’d a thought, the children of the 2020s! After the past few decades of pathetic pandering to self interest of their Mums and Dads .. the kids, at last, broke through the cotton wool barrier….
For eight months of the year I dont see rain and for much of that time I dont get to hear all the wonderful things that are happening in our world. It’s true, for some this would be ranked as a Utopian garden, but I dont even get fake news, although much of what I do get it would be preferred if I felt it was fake .. if I could be content for it to be fake. I do…
Ha! So Billy Boy’s going to go it alone and force the minority neoLibNat government into acting in the best interests of the People of Australia. Fat chance, I say. Now why not ask the People of Australia – via some sort of online plebicite … I’ll set it up, easy – whether we want one. We need one for sure. Judging by the rubbish, misinformation and obfuscation we get from these fools who believe they’re ruling – ruining –…
Always as I near home this question comes to me. It’s a question of course that I’ve thought much on over the years. It’s a question to which I’ve also given an answer on numerous occasions. A most unsatisfactory answer, I must construe, from the fact that … Well, here I am at home again and now it appears that this is the only question not covered in pink fluff that everyone awaits … Why to forgive but not to…