Browsed by
Tag: Privilege

Suppurating Fascism, Australia 2019.

Suppurating Fascism, Australia 2019.

John Richardson writes: ‘The claim by Home Affairs assistant secretary Derek Bopping that “citizenship is a privilege” may have come as a shock to some of our precious parliamentarians but Australians should not be under any illusion that this is the view of those who believe that everything should fall within the remit of government. After all, what better way to ensure compliance? This bent and broken thinking has been permitted to infect our nation’s psyche by those who support…

Read More Read More

Robes and Furr’d Gowns.

Robes and Furr’d Gowns.

“Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all.” – Shakespeare’s King Lear. Prime minister Scott Morrison says his government has no plans … while talking up national employment figures, declaring “how good are jobs”. “Not bad I’d imagine, if ya can scam one that ya get 500+ K a year for, bully other people and ruin a beautiful country with .. eh, eh .. wink wink nudge nudge, eh, King.” The comments come as one of his backbenchers warn…

Read More Read More

The King & Izzy.

The King & Izzy.

I cannot see how I can write about this without bringing the issue of corruption into it. I cannot see a separation. So Izzy, Israel Folau, is being hammered, now, from all sides. I too would have a small bone to pick with Izzy, however that bone is nothing compared to the huge rotting carcass I’d have to pick with the King. Since the bone is smaller than the carcass, lets pick at it first. My problem with Izzy is…

Read More Read More

Still Rich Rewards for a Madman ..

Still Rich Rewards for a Madman ..

‘Who do you go for?’ She said handing me another piece of broken quartz … ‘Ah, do you mean, what is my state of origin?’ – knowing of course that that was exactly what she was asking. ‘M’huh’ she nodded. ‘Well I’m from the Blue Mountains in Sydney, so I’m from NSW, I’m a NSW boy .. and a ragged old one at that.’ ‘Grrr .. mmn,’ she frowned or rather, scowled. She was probably 8 years old and we…

Read More Read More

Big Books and Little Books

Big Books and Little Books

You know, I’m a book addict. Since I was very little books have been all around me. I grew up in a land without TV with parents who read. My Dad read technical books and books on sailing .. and that’s really all I remember about his books .. my Mum, I think she read everything; at least she read everything to me and my little sister. Bedtime stories, Hobbits, Boland light railways under the table in storms. Little golden…

Read More Read More

Time? Miss Jackson … Time!

Time? Miss Jackson … Time!

Time, she said, but you have so much more time than we do … Time … I think we all have the same amount of time – I think what you’re trying to say is, that I have so much more Time to spend on worthless things than you do. Yes, we’re all so busy these days … Mm hmm, we were so lazy, so wasteful of time once, weren’t we? What I have had, say I, is more Time…

Read More Read More

This Little Symbol ..

This Little Symbol ..

? Its a question mark; a mark of ignorance. Usually preceded by a collection of words, it signifies that a question has been asked. Its true that it does not require, in itself, that the preceding collection of words should be answered, though, generally, when one sees this little symbol one jumps to give it an answer. An answer gives the little symbol some dignity .. even to a collection of words that appear to be undignified. So you see…

Read More Read More

Another Gold-plated Garden Gnome.

Another Gold-plated Garden Gnome.

Well, we’re off and running. Fairs fair. I see we’ve voted the Priest-king a bit of a fillip to his woefully empty pot of gold. We’ve got to get him to stop spending so much on his welfare. 10,000 buckaroos .. tax deductible, of course. I suppose its only fair. 10,000 shmackers. Thats the equivalent of being assigned a disenfranchised characterless ex-Aussie to wash his and his kids feet everyday while he dribbles on them. Well, as his Moron for…

Read More Read More

My Shooting Star.

My Shooting Star.

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…

Read More Read More

The ‘Ol Worlds on the Move ..

The ‘Ol Worlds on the Move ..

He’s been directing traffic all morning, tellin folk that they can’t get around here behind me, where my niece could back the Kings bus about in circles … He’s creating his own little community. There are 900+ of them up here in Union City Queensland trying to break a record. Guinness. No no not drinking it, its too expensive .. theyre RVs, gnomads. They’re out to form the longest line of moving recreational vehicular traffic ever. Ever! They’re going to…

Read More Read More