Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Giving Meaning to Grief

Whenever I have a fit of grief I like to try and understand just what it is I’m mourning. I have not always been an admirer of Gough Whitlam, in fact I grew up in a household where Gough was seen as an ogre. My father detested him with a vengeance, well before Gough was considered cool, well before he really hit the national stage.

I probably don’t mourn Gough the man so much as what he stands for, dead or alive. You see, he had no fear of failure, something which seems to dog most of our political elite, and he didn’t fail! We only need to look at the Whitlam legacy to realise the changes he wrought in the short time in power; including healthcare and education reforms, recognition of Aboriginal land rights and others not yet rolled back.

Those reforms are now at risk because of his, currently, gutless party, and reticent leader Bill Shorten. To be sure the party and Bill Shorten  face a formidable foe in big money and the Murdoch media. Whitlam led a party still focused on the traditional spirit of collective and supportive community; that has gone out the window. The focus has drifted to the individual, to the self serving political culture preferred by the right, typified by Thatcher’s “there is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women...”

Bloody Hell! Even when Labour does present positive, unifying and compassionate policy they can’t sell it. Is that because too many ALP MPs are busy covering their own ‘individual’ arses to have the guts to openly own Labor policy? Even Abbott’s individuals can get behind, and sell their simplistic divisive messages. They only fail when it comes to the ‘we the people’ game. “Team Australia” appeared stillborn because it sounds ridiculous out of the mouths of Team Divisive.

I was close to supporting my local Federal ALM member Lisa Chesters , but I know was just be supporting the bowl of insipid blancmange that is the current ALP. I’m perplexed by the current rash of ‘photo ops’ of ALP members, from heavyweights to also-rans in kiddie’s class rooms. What is the message? “It Might Be Time, when the kiddies are old enough to vote?” Sweet, and useless!!!

It is not difficult to identify policy targets and craft simple, repeatable messages to sell them. It just means behaving like a team, of championing those things the ALP has been long known for; social cohesion, compassion and equity. Well that, but probably in one and two syllable words. I know ‘m not the only person grieving Gough’s passing, don’t let it go to waste ALP, wake up and start fighting for our country! And keep it simple!

Monday, October 20, 2014

Time for a Wake-Up Call

Now don’t get me wrong, I do think profits is a dirty word
and I also think capitalism is a corrosive,
destructive system. 
I was listening to a news interview recently, about the price of lamb here in Australia. The expert declared, “Prices are fluctuating wildly just now driven by the market.” He meant driven by speculators, which I suppose, is the basis of the capitalist market.

There are essentials in this life, basically food and shelter and in our urbanised world heat, water and power. All of these essentials have not only been commoditised, they have all become the prey of speculators; the prey of speculation and greater profits.

There is a worldwide housing crisis and the GFC showed that banks and sub-prime loans were a big contributor. The reality is, there is no shortage of potential accommodation, only of the will to provide it. US banks left thousands of homes to just rot, after they had taken on-selling loans to their absolute limits. The now truth is there are no profits to be made making those homes habitable.

We are being fucked over by these capitalist grubs for one reason; they have more money to buy politicians than do ordinary citizens. With the acquiescence and assistance of a buyable body politic, these parasites are on track to destroy our society if not the planet, in the name of rampant greed.

I have no idea how the world might be awakened to what is happening to us. Even then I’m not sure if anyone will be willing to risk the little they have to fight back, to redesign our political and governing systems. I do know the greedy bastards destroying us will not yield without a fight. But the worst of them only number 1% of the world’s population. No amount of money will stop a determined population. We just need to wake the world up!

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Those harmless, moderate christians

It has been a long long time since I last engaged in a robust religious discussion. It was not intended and, given my current inability to remain calm and rational, might have been better avoided. (see Hillsong.)
Then when I woke at 3 am, mind alive to the trigger of the internal rage the discussion ignited: The Sydney Evangelical Movement. It should be understood, this is not bound to Sydney not to any single church type. They can be found now across Australia, in Catholic and Anglican communions through to the newer American style ‘growth churches, like Hillsong.

These people appear all sweetness and light, perceive themselves as winged angels floating above the worlds woes, not recognising they are waste deep in a stinking fetid shit bowl of destructive self delusion. They generally arise from apparent self confident middle class suburbs, clean and freshly scrubbed wielding the sword of their constructed Christ.

It is not hard to see how this dreamy, touchy feely style of religious behaviour could inadvertently slip into unacceptable behaviours. It’s surprising we haven’t seen more revelations of perverted activities, but I suspect these people pull together, pray together for the healing of any poor transgressor. Fuck the victim; they are the ones who cause the problems.

But if that was the only damage caused by these deluded fools, bad as it is... No it is just another aspect of the carnage ‘innocent’ ignorance wrought on an already troubled society. We are coming to the end of ‘Mental Illness’ Week: An awareness week, into which this discussion segued perfectly. My rage stems from having seen. Numerous times I have seen and experienced just how stupid, heartless and destructive these people can be.

Imbued with the love and vast power of their jesus construct, they truly believe they can heal any ill, but the reality is never addressed or considered after the fact. Whether it is a broken person off the street or one of their own who inevitably succumbs, they jump in with a confidence that is bound to fail every time.

Like a child with a new puppy, they jump in with an abundance of enthusiasm. They lavish love and sustenance; they are all enthusiasm, guiding their charge to becoming part of the dream. They chant their baby talk ‘prayers’ only to find their puppy shits and pisses on their pretty carpets. The puppy barks and bites in inappropriate ways.

Their puppy might be deep in the grip of the black dog or any of a number of the debilitating illnesses, yet are treated with warm communal meals, happy clappy sing songs and fucking prayers! Talking to imaginary friends to help people with mental illness is the absolute height of their destructive stupidity!

And finally, when the puppy becomes unmanageable, having already removed it from any natural support system, they abandon it with scorn. This is the real trigger for my deep, white hot rage. I have seen too many victims of the idiocy of religion; some merely driven to sad isolation and disorientation; others driven to suicide. People I would not normally care to associate with I have found myself being the only source of support, or worse, having to watch impotently as the damage takes its toll.

I do need to thank Wolty and friends for picking up the argument when a white shaking rage struck me. I supposed I owe thanks to some of those misguided twats for making me understand, again, what it really is driving my anger at religion. Perhaps for bringing back to mind those people who I’ve seen suffer the results of this idiocy. Religion is never benign. It always has consequences.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Abbott's Bullcrap

This is Tony Abbott's Australia, but when it comes to sleight of hand our fearless leader is a fail.
Perhaps he needs coaching... From 3 Word Slogans Facebook

Friday, September 19, 2014

From Australians Against the Liberal Party  Facebook

Did it “shock, horrify and terrify” you? It was supposed to, that’s why Abbott turned a police operation into a piece of grand theatre. For once, it is just possible; there was actually evidence of ‘police intelligence’.  The police did, at least in part, what they are paid to do; to pick up, track and act on criminal activities. Sure, if the allegations hold up, it was a potentially bloody awful act of criminality. But take the emotive ‘terror’ out of it and it’s no worse than many other criminal acts we hear of.

Of course the timing creates its own issues for some of us. It was only yesterday Abbott announced that he is dragging us into a war which has nothing to do with us. He and his cronies know that many Australians will react in a suitably xenophobic and racist way to his high drama; will simply accept he has some form of legitimacy.

What they don’t see is that to shore up his shaky program he must undermine the rule of law, as shaky as that has become. Now police brutality has been legitimized, in the name of terror raids. Now pre dawn raids will become normalised. Holding people without due process will likely be excused as necessary in the name of national security. Any number of protections can now be progressively reduced or done away with.

Okay, I know they were bloody Arabs! That’s what Abbott and Co want you to think. Corgi Bernardi and Mastiff Morrison, Abbotts junk yard dogs, have confirmed the target enemy now. Well even if you do feel threatened by strange neighbours, it might be just as well to consider where this can go. Today those identified as Middle Eastern, tomorrow anyone is fair game.

I’m about as Anglo-Saxon as they come. Even my Irish antecedents run strong with Viking blood. Yet I already feel threatened, by the Abbott government. Even my little efforts to question the validity of the actions of this government put me at risk in a growing ‘police state’. The shock me, horrify me and terrify me, but I can’t back down from challenging bullshit.

Updating the Name

Bad politics avoids the scrutiny of truth, often using simplistic, empty slogans. Bad politics, everywhere, deserves to be challenged and questioned. When we delve below those pithy catchphrases something far more sinister is often revealed.

We opted for three word slogan because it is the style recommended by that great propagandist, Goebbels. Some reactionaries can’t count past one or two and that deficit tends to destroy the method. For example Benghazi or welfare cheats. Making them three words gives some validity to the call: Benghazi is Bullshit or Corporate Welfare Cheats.

Then there are blatantly false slogans like - Pro-Life. These are the people who will kill anyone engaged in termination activities. They don’t seem to have much feeling for people once they are born, they just have a foetus fixation. But slogans are just the springboard into wider concerns about our political establishments.

Across the world, the same group, the non-elected, big money people are running our countries. So between Facebook [] and a blog ( we will be delving into the machinations of those controlling our destiny on so many levels. The push is to reclaim our destiny from the ideology of greed.