Too late for heroes.

You remember Anzac Day ? That national day of respect will before long be upon us once more, a week after Easter. And taking nothing from the sad disaster of the deaths of the many young men and woman who gave their lives in some of those Imperialistic adventures, one does have to reflect on that one day when it seems that those from that class of people who have given or suffered the least in most wars are there ; Front and Centre demanding the nation looks to their example for “courage and determination” in leadership..sad indeed is that truth that those who are the least inclined to courageous in their civic life are the ones who demand the most sacrifice from our defence personnel of the nation…and yet, when called upon to make reparation to the damage done by the most egregious political party ; The LNP to every vulnerable demographic; ethnic, impoverished and /or disabled, AND the betrayal of essential infrastructure, the voting public has once again failed in even its most easy test…and still we go looking for heroes.

So even though/or when Anzac Day will once again be upon us, can one legitimately observe :

There is really no point anymore in respecting Anzac Day…no respect also in the sad silence of Remembrance Day, not long gone…no longer such “emergency” in the warning of “genetic cleansing” or other Semitic massacres in the Arabian Peninsula; “Never let this happen again!” once the cry….for even here, in our own country…a country of the “fair go”…the “easy-going Aussie”..the “land that is for everyone”…it is gone. How many people in Aust and the world marched against the Iraq war, against continued refugee detention?…one..two ..a million?…yet the Iraq war was delivered with the now commonly recognisable “Howard-shit-eater grin”, standing next to his neo-con USofA. mate ; D. Rumsfeld as they promised and delivered “shock and awe”…which destroyed an entire nation and stole the breath of at least a million citizens of that nation…and created the continuity of the exodus of those same refugees that we react against today. Where a scalpel-cut execution of the so-called “reviled leader” could have been done as has been done (under the very noses of security) of several since. No, this war was another anti-Semite war, for the majority of Iraqis are Arab…this was another religious “crusade”…too late the cry of “never again!”, has already been done..thanks to the war-mongering Right-wing of Australian politics!

That amorphous collection of provocateurs and saboteurs that calls itself The IPA., sloping about in the umbra of political activity, always the “bag-man” for LNP political short-bets, it’s sickly-smiling members parachuted into the Senate like one of “The Phantom Turd Flinger” of Preston’s brown paper-bags of shit dropping on the heads of the bogans in his local pub car-park.. ( ), we have this organisation that acts as a “finishing school” for the clumsy, gormless, naïve, self-centred arse-holes that is de-rigeur for any LNP wannabe member of The House…and we have to consider; such Machiavellian deviousness and sly-eyed bastardry could not possibly be a product of a natural development of the child..The cruelty, the attraction toward the betrayal and selling-out of one’s nation is a thing not best left to chance…hence the thorough indoctrination by those expensive private schools and colleges to “enhance” and “guide” through devoted mentors, to enhance that “consciousness of kind” or whatever “natural bastardry” existed in the gentle mind of the children..One would not like to think such acts of pusillanimous self-centred, spiteful, shit-headidness was just a normality of those many “cats” from that demographic.

And Anzac Day?…That day of sombre celebration of unity against adversity…courage against onslaught…camaraderie as mateship and unity as strength. It is a mockery of those who faced and endured such trials and tribulations, when we have abandoned even the pretence of such in our everyday lives…the disbanding and dismantling, with the voted-in permission of the Aust’ electorate, of all those community services and policies that WERE for the benefit of the MAJORITY of citizens lends a mockery to those that ran, bent-backed, across the deadly sands of Gallipoli….we mock their memory as the “everyman-Australian”, while we mock universal social reform and the “fair go” for everybody in a poiverty-enriched exchange for the self-centred individual.

And Remembrance Day?..for all those who went to a war zone, whatever their individual reason, that suffered and died for what they believed was right and for the common good…for freedom and fraternity. By giving one minute’s silence for their sacrifice , while the IPA / LNP clamour and holler endlessly for THEIR “rights and demands” as an individual to plunder and rob and connive and abuse our fellow citizens…..THAT has to be the saddest mockery of all…..a minutes silence for that multitude of lost youth and lives of the brave and courageous, while the IPA / LNP enjoy seemingly limitless selfishness and endless “sunshine”.

It is a mockery and a travesty of civil-society, that the IPA / LNP. has declared itself the arbiters, through the most minority of winning margins, to dictate a diminished capacity for the citizens of THIS..OUR country to live a respected and respectable life. The shrill accusations of this govt’ and its lobby groups does crude mockery to our fallen, our revered memories, our honourable intentions and our international good name.

It will be left to us to maintain the rage…let us hope we will be permitted the capacity!…..because, by Christ!…the nation and the citizen body WILL demand the satisfaction!


Taking down the calendars.

The taking down of the calendars & Ziedel’s secret Carby’.

Dropped in to the workshop to pay my mechanic’s bill a while back..more than a year or so, in fact..anyway, it was on that day when Peter..the mechanic..was taking down several of those “girlie” calendars that are almost a fixture on the office walls of such tradie shops like Peter’s garage.

I like those old style mechanics know, those ones with an old busted engine block or gearbox covered in old oil and rags by the big doors..the loose chain block and tackle hanging from a cross-beam in the rafters..and the racks of stored bits and pieces of “will be useful one day” stuff against the wall..the welding gear, the drill-press and perhaps a metal lathe for turning down that impossible to find part but this one will be alright with a bit of tweaking…and the peg-board with the shadow marks of all the spanners that go just there..and still with the old “pit” in the floor.

It reminds me of the days of steam locomotives when I was a kid. I would like to walk close to the edge of the platform next to the huffing/puffing locomotive just to get a whiff of that rush of steam from the front wheel pistons…that moist steam that had that slight scent of lubricating oils..whoosh!..lovely memories…Christ ..they’ve taken all the fun out of a young boy’s life with the beigeing of things.

Which brings me back to old Peter taking down those calendars.

I stopped in the doorway of the garage office..a small cluttered room off the back corner of the workshop..Peter had his back to me as he examined one large poster of an attractive young woman clad erotically and holding a pneumatic implement…the poster was an advertisement for a well-known tool company.

I looked to the wall where this calendar, along with several others had hung for many years. The wall was now cleared.

“Hello, doing a spring cleanout?”

“Wha!..oh..hello young fellah…no.. no..” and he seemed to reflect for a moment..” I’m just moving with the times.” And he rolled the calendar he had in front of him up..” Goodbye ‘Sadira’…” (the poster had scripted under the pinup ; “Sadira always uses a S….”and the brand name of the company).

“So what are the new ones?” I asked..”A Pirelli calendar?”

Peter sighed wistfully…

“ new ones..or at least none with women on them…perhaps one from the grocery store..with pictures of kittens or flowers or more females…But I will miss ‘Sadira’…god..she was Vern would say ; more curves than a box full of Sidchromes!”

I offered to pay my account and he slumped wearily into the swivel chair behind his desk. He pulled out the ledger and flipped the pages open with the red ribbon. He sat silently staring at the empty wall..and he sighed and leaned back…a tad misty-eyed.

“ I never got married, you know..nearly!..but not quite..That first one fair took my heart..threw me for a while when she left and then I guess I never really got back the momentum to get serious with another girl until I suddenly woke one day and realised I was so much older..and I no longer had the hunger…or felt the need for’s the damage on that docket?”

I paid the account and Peter rose and followed me out into the cool, darkened workshop..the brilliant Mallee sunlight outside razor-sharp in contrast. Peter and I gazed into the empty floor space.

“ But times change…’cause you see, back in the early days, the only people used to come in here were the farmers with their tractors or the other blokes in the district..rarely a woman, and then only grudgingly as the place has that smell of dirt and grease and oil…so it was just par for the course to get those calendars from the travelers and such..and I’d put them up on the wall on top of the other as the years go by..just par for the course..But now women do so much more of their own business..arrange the repairs, discuss the mechanical problems, pay the bills..AND argue the toss on the cost of repairs!..and it don’t look good to have those calendars there any more..and besides, many of the companies themselves have stopped making those sort of calendars…they know as well…times change.”

I didn’t have much to add to his I just grunted a kind of affirmation..and he started to walk away…then he stopped and continued..

“… an’ I suppose a fellah gets too old to have such things on his wall…wouldn’t want it to get about that I was a dirty old man..women don’t like that sort of thing…but by jingo..I’m gonna miss that “Sadira”…just the sight of those lovely blue eyes at the start of the day was enough to kick me along..but hey, that picture is so old..I shouldn’t wonder if she isn’t a grandmother herself now!..ah…women..beautiful creatures…( and he shook his head)..more curves than a box full of Sidchromes…”

And he went over to fix a flat tyre.

Ziedel’s secret carby’.

Was asking for a bit of background knowledge on a long deceased relative of mine from the local aged mechanic…Peter Pholl…He and his offsider ; Vern, run the only workshop in the district..have done for near on fifty or sixty years!…I don’t know…neither does anyone else…not even them!

“Name doesn’t ring any bells..” Peter frowned

“He was a very inventive sort of the line of mechanical things” ..I assisted.

“Ooo, there were a lot of them about in them days” Peter opined “A lot of them…There was Pastor Ziedel, for instance…Why..HE was a sort of genius…Do you know, he invented a carburetor that could halve petrol consumption in a motor..but the thing was, he was dammed clever how he done it.” and here Peter tapped the side of his nose.

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, you know he didn’t want anybody to find out how he done it, so he got those little jets and needles and seats and whatnot made in different places by different chaps so no-one person could put them all together…Ooo..he was cunning alright”

“So did you get to see how it looked?” I pushed on. Peter stopped, pulled up and looked at me in wide-eyed wonder.

“No!..of course not, it was a secret!…hell, he wouldn’t let anyone see how he done it…why, if he went to any motor event, he’d take that carburetor off and put the old one on so nobody could pinch his design..Ooo, he was cunning , ; old Pastor Ziedel.”

“But if no one saw it, how do you know it worked?”

There was a pause in the response, which told me that this cynical line of reasoning had never before been broached…then ;…

“Whhyy…of course it worked…you ask anybody who knew of it…he had it on his old Holden for years…of course it worked…and dammed good too!”

“Well, I imagine some one saw it after he passed away…was it in his estate when they went through his effects?”

“No..not that I ever heard..I suppose his son threw it out with a lot of other stuff.”

“What!” I exclaimed “I would have thought it would be a very valuable item.”

“Maybe…but because the old man was so secretive about it, I don’t suppose the sons would have know what it was if’n they came across it.”

And THAT is the wonderful way local history is created!

The Law.

With the hounding down of Sam Dastyari today, we saw the reality of a new political low in Australian culture. We witnessed for the first time in our political history the Main Stream Media take control of political agenda and with the least assistance possible from the political opponents of the ALP, hunt down and destroy a member of the Senate of the Democratic state of Australia.

This throws a new light on the MSM and who’s interests it is particular concerning the National Broadcaster, which is supposed to run neutral on political issues..yet we witnessed time and again a unilateral position taken on the cause of the Dastyari affair. While scant mention of the members of the Government receiving and even inviting donations of sometimes much greater figures from the very same source.

There was a “game” played in the south of Italy back before the second world war called : “The Law”..It was a very vicious game played for high stakes among both the very wealthy and the very poor..:

“The grotesque game of the Law, played in the taverns of southern Italy, is but a shadow of an even fiercer attitude to life-a potent metaphor for a vigorously hierarchical view of existence which rules over the mezzogiorno, the noonday culture of southern Italy. These are an almost feudal system of landownership which confers a bizarre set of rights upon a small number of landowners, and a pervasive system of organised crime which at one level seeks to control everything which occurs in the village and exact a tax on every transaction, and at another level manifests as petty crime and pickpocketing. These combine with a hierarchical social system and a set of values based on traditional ideas such as honour, and which establish norms which determine who in this society is beholden to whom.” (From a review of the book ; “The Law” by Roger Vailland )

The attraction of the game was the possibility of the peasant having a moment of control over his landlord or some other local official. It was a cruel game that became so notorious in its demands that it was finally banned by Benito Mussolini…That in itself shows the depth of viciousness it could descend to. The accusation and the hunting down of Sam Dastyari equals in viciousness that game..
There is a new direction now played out in this game of politics..The National Broadcaster has dealt into the hand..a position once reserved for the Murdoch press, but that monster, having lost both credibility and readership, it would seem that those who know how to organise these things have commanded that the ABC take over the shift once reserved for the Murdoch hacks. Perhaps because it is seen as having more “media cred”, more media “impact on the appropriate audience” than those has-beens in the commercial media…and I see that a new generation of suave, celebrity “media lounge-lizards” has pasted themselves on our ABC screen. A generation given the taste of “celeb’-bling” that will adhere them to the Murdoch stooge’s arse like a persistent pile.

“ The law referenced by the title has nothing to do with civil authority or the official laws of the region. There seems little concept in the society being described of a moral requirement to heed the laws of the land; such laws are viewed as requirements which have been imposed, and which can therefore be evaded. The very people charged with upholding the law, such as the chief of police and his deputies, are those involved in developing strategies for its evasion. They happily invent stories, fabricate evidence, and block investigations, in this case to assist the principal racketeer Matteo Brigante in his efforts to evade justice. He is a man proud of his hobby of raping virgins, and this is known by Chief of Police Atillo, whose own favourite pastime is seducing the wives of the town’s leading citizens, making use of the racketeer’s premises for his conquests. The two men often compare and contrast their respective pleasures and approaches, each quietly confident that he is the more virile.” (ibid)

Another worrying concept witnessed in the loss of Dasty’, that cheerful jester of the House doorstop the lack of backing from his own team. Oh yes, there was the usual denials, the usual “downcast eyes” and twisting of the shoe in the soft dirt..the usual ; “Oh well, I’m sure he will think on his actions and . . .” but where was the blood ‘n’ guts of the counter punch when this all started to get a re-run ?..I’m not saying there was complicit evasion of any defence, but by jingo! sure looked to me to be a tad wishy washy…a mite; pissy-weaky..sure..we can say that Dasty’ had done his dash by his very actions..that he, himself had cruelled his chances..But in the end , all he did was to drive through on the Keating philosophy of ; “Look to Asia first” policy..and in doing so would he not deserve a little bit more consideration from his mates in the car pool?…I want to see at the next election a victory earned by blood, sweat and tears..That’s why we write here on these blogs..I don’t want to see a stroll across the line through a default gain from hoping the other side falls down mid race..waiting for the sprained “political knee”, or the political crook back..I want to FEEL the tactile bone of victory..I want to SEE the pain of loss in the eyes of those miserable, cruel bastards when they concede they were beaten by the better team…DAMMIT!..I want to see a new Australia rise from the fecund manure that this government is of lowly bottom-feeders, these moist microbes of most vile excretions from the soiled arse of some strange, alien parasitical maggot.

WE want a victory worthy of the name of the battle..and we want to go into that battle knowing that Labor has our back. I do NOT want our political intentions and honesty gambled away like chips in a high-risk game..I do not wish to witness all those hours of effort we put in here supporting an ideology worthy of benefit to so many being used as a kind of stuffing for some toy or ourselves as cannon fodder in a political war between party factions or old school tie wrangling.

I will NOT be dragged by my ideological enthusiasm as an unwilling player in a game of tyranny!

“ It is a game of six or more players, played as a series of rounds, and in each round chance, in the form of dice or a drawn tarot card, determines which player will be the chief. He will choose another player as his deputy, and the others will supply a carafe of wine; the round ends when the carafe is drained. The chief behaves however he pleases: he may share the wine with the others or withhold it, and he may interrogate, slander, blame or praise them; his will is the law. A common strategy is to find the most vulnerable player and to humiliate him publicly, by referring to past indiscretions or current rumours, or by proposing some violation of a member of his family; he is required to endure it without flinching. It is the imposition of will which is appealing, the prospect of inflicting or observing the humiliation of another which affords them pleasure, and the possibility of demeaning someone higher in the hierarchy and untouchable in normal life which induces them to play.

But the law refers to more than this. It is a set of ideas and traditions embedded deep within the culture, which codifies obligations. It is a set of norms used to govern behaviour, but more importantly, it also establishes the benchmarks against which the behaviour of others can be judged. It is made clear that every one in the south of Italy is a jurist, ready to judge the others for their adherence to these unwritten rules and to impose them collectively through marshalling of town opinion, and it can encompass everything from the duty of a wife to submit to her husband’s desires, to the unquestioned right of a landowner to take the virginity of every young woman in his household, irrespective of her own wishes. It is assisted by the claustrophobic nature of southern Italian life in which every action is observed and reported, and everyone concerns themselves with knowing the business of everyone else.” (ibid)

We are now seeing the rise of a like culture in Australian politics, where the dice having been cast, the players ; MSM (incl’ the ABC), LNP. Political opportunists, Corporations and Lobbyists set to and humiliate, belittle and torment the public….then go on to and rape and despoil the resources and the economy, to grant favours and loyalty to whomsoever they wish. This cannot continue.

As the unions are now saying..: “It is time to change the rules”.

Knight to King4…check..but not mate.

Is it easier for a corrupt government to poison a State, or for a corrupt people to poison good governance?

This question has to be considered in the light of the situation Australia now finds itself, where with a people so divided it is becoming difficult to tell if Parliamentary Politics is running the people or the mob-opinion is running the Parliamentary Politics.

With the introduction of many international “celebrity provocateurs” from the right-wing side of politics finding their way to this country on the invitation of lobby-groups and /or NGO’s and even some politicians themselves, it is becoming more difficult to tell where the dog ends and the wagging tail begins.

Now, we have a leadership that seems incapable of making an independent decision and is so obviously behoved to the mood swings of its donors and propagandists, it would seem that the “Ship of State” is rudderless and without power of its own. That old “scribe in the garret” ; Machiavelli, had definite opinions on how to assess and run a let us consider his sage advice, for though it has to be said that the future cannot be predicted by simply turning of the pages of recorded historical example, we can read that the behaviours and habits of a people can be judged as predictable, if given situations and circumstances are similar.

“He who wants to alter a Republic ought to Consider its Condition
For a man can well by his methods and evil ways begin to corrupt the people of a City, but it is impossible that the life of one is [long] enough to corrupt them so that they, through it, can enjoy its fruit; and even if it were possible by the length of time that he should do so, it would be impossible from the manner in which men proceed, who, being impatient, cannot delay a passion of theirs for a long time, so that they deceive themselves in their own affairs, and especially in those which they desire very much. So that either from little patience, or from deceiving themselves, they attempt an enterprise at the wrong time, and would end badly.”

Here we see a pretty close definition of the last two LNP leaders..Abbott and a matter of fact, it would describe most accurately the uniform political trait of most right-wing politicians in the West…but let us continue..;

“To want to assume authority in a Republic, and install there a bad form of a Government, therefore, there is need to find the people corrupted by the times and that, little by little, from generation to generation, it is led to this corruption; these are led by necessity to this, unless they are (as has been discussed above) reinvigorated frequently by good examples or brought back by good laws to their principles.”

From the “end-time” of Menzies, in the late fifties/early sixties, Australia has suffered a chipping away of the easy-going lifestyle of many workers…and the beginnings of a division of labour and ethnicity in the population which instead of being conciliated, was played upon by opportunist parties and used as political fodder by many.

John Howard has to be considered the penultimate political opportunist of the divide and rule old-ward politician..His corralling and branding of this or that ethnic group , from demonising the original inhabitants of this country to impounding and imprisoning the latest refugees who sought protection under our flag, has set the standard that the right-wing elements in the people were proud to walk past and voted him in again and again.

Now, with the diametric duo of Turnbull / Abbott inseparable in policy and intention by even such a line through their party room, we are witnessing the near climax of that push of intention that will deliver this once fair nation to the brink of destruction both physical and psychological. Such governance has many times driven once healthy nations into the mire and swamp of lost hope with their deceitful promises and dreadful intentions..For the time is now at hand where, having driven such a wedge of hate into the soul of our nation, the right-wing side of politics will have to go that one step further to secure and increase power so as to push their agenda of total control to the next phase..and there are those in the party who have studied history enough to know that to falter now and secede power to the Left is to lose all they have fought for..So let us not delude ourselves..the phoney war is over..the real war has just begun..

Again with the Machiavelli…

“No one will ever say that Hannibal was not a master of war; and if, when he was at the encounter with Scipio in Africa, he should have seen advantage in prolonging the war, he would have done so: and for the future (he being a good Captain and having a good army) he would have been able to do as Fabius [ Roman military commander and statesman whose cautious delaying tactics (whence the nickname “Cunctator,” meaning “delayer,” which was not his official cognomen) during the early stages of the Second Punic War (218–201 bce) gave Rome time to recover its strength.] did in Italy, but not having done so, it ought to be believed that some important reason had persuaded him. For a Prince who has an army put together, and sees that from a want of money or of friends he cannot maintain such an army for any length of time, is completely mad if he does not try the fortune [of battle] before such an army would be dissolved, because by waiting he loses for certain, but by trying he may be able to win. There is something else to be esteemed greatly, which is, that in losing one ought also to want to acquire glory: and there is more glory in being overcome by force, than by some other evil which causes you to lose.”

Turnbull and his right-wing colleagues, if and when they turn to confront and fight, will do so NOT as the action of a courageous cohort, but rather as the final action of a cornered feral animal..all claws and vicious spitting of them and their hacks in the MSM.

If there is one thing obvious in our geographic and geopolitical region now, it is the jockeying for position and allies between the two major powers in the western Asia-pacific rim. On the one hand we have the neighbouring reality of Asia and its peoples and on the other we have the “distant relative” and their familiarity of culture and politics. But we now have to ask ourselves if the peoples of a multi-cultural Australia as a whole are so ethnically aligned with the USA as we once were..or are we more inclined to reach over the fence and talk to our neighbours?

For many years, we have been politically, militarily and culturally aligned with the USA..but since the end of the Vietnam War, America has been more inclined to treat us as a chattel than as an ally..and our LNP leaders have been more than willing to commit money and military to many reckless adventures by the crazy right-wing side of American that now, rather than encouragement through open friendship, we get more of the sound of “you better or else” and the relationship has become more one of bribe, threat, fear and intimidation. Such an approach to a relationship can have unintended consequences on a relationship.

Keating noted well that our future vision should be turned toward inevitability..instead, we now have leadership that seems intent to “demonise on demand” those very neighbours that we will eventually have to rely upon for trade and living standards..and whose friendliness will grant us long-term security in a climate changing world, where many fences between peoples and ethnicities will have to be torn down for mutual benefit rather than fortified from fear and distrust.
The nation needs consistency in these times of chaos…We are not getting it with this government. Let us finish with the wily but astute Machiavelli..

“ Nothing is more vain and more inconstant than the multitude, so our T. Livius and all other Historians affirm. For it often occurs in narrating the actions of men to observe the multitude to have condemned some one to death, and that same [multitude] afterwards weeping and very much wishing him back; as is seen the Roman people did in the case of Manlius Capitolinus, who, having condemned him to death, afterwards most earnestly desired him back. And the words of the author are these: As soon as they knew there was no peril from, they desired to have him back. And elsewhere, where he tells of the incidents which arose in Syracuse after the death of Hieronymus, nephew of Hiero, says: It is the nature of multitude, either to serve humbly, or to dominate haughtily. I do not know, in wanting to defend a thing which (as I have said) is accused by all writers, if I were to undertake a cause so hard and full of difficulty, that I would have either to abandon it in shame, or to go on with it burdensomely. But however it may be, I do not judge, or will ever judge, it to be a defect to defend any opinion with arguments, without wanting to employ either authority or force.

I say, therefore, the individual men, and especially Princes, can be accused of that defect which the writers accuse the multitudes; for anyone who is not controlled by the laws, will make the same errors as a loose multitude. And this can be easily observed, for there are and there have been many Princes, but of the good and wise ones there have been only a few, I say, of those Princes who have been able to break that restraint which could control them; among whom are not those Kings who arose in Egypt in that ancient period when that province was governed by laws, nor those who arose in Sparta, nor those who have risen in France in our times, which Kingdom is more regulated by laws than any other Kingdom of our times of which there is knowledge.”

A time for change.

I wrote this piece when I was more involved in volunteering for an environmental group in local politics. And though the reference are of a local nature, they are relevant to the broader community.

The saying goes ; “Behind every successful man , there is a woman”…I don’t believe there can be anyone in this day and age who will not look upon that adage and see it as patronising. Patronising in the presumption that it must be the man who makes the “success”, for in ALL walks of employment, women equal, if not in positions of authority, the capacity of men in employment…in capacity of management and in capacity of strength of character and endurance perhaps even more so!

When it comes to micro-management, of household budgets, timetabling, children as babes, toddlers and school…there is no equal…when it comes to people motivators, partner consolers and networking specialists…again ; there is no equal…YET!…yet…in this local government, we have but two women on council!…Two women amongst a known patriarchy of a somewhat anachronistic “boy’s club”. Why is this so?…Must it remain so?

A close study of the district sees many areas in grave need of extended attention. In dire need of restructuring from agriculture to something else..close attention is needed to address many social / environmental structures further out than the immediate centres of governance. The more marginal parts of the district require a more attentative “eye”, the “machinery of governance” needs a “mechanic” more than just the cursory glance of the salesman…too many years have been lost in trying to hold on to or to reconstruct a lost past that can no longer be justified. I can remember a time when the district, in its “youth” was a thriving “agricultural machine”…I have seen the pictures of multiple teams of horse-drawn harvesters cutting through bumper crop after bumper looked good! WAS good… it is gone for those parts of the district where a good season is perhaps one in five, rather than one in three. It must be time to consider moving on.

This may be the problem with a patriarchal mindset..; The male is a constructor…a physical builder…he works best when there is a clear job at hand to do…give him a pragmatic problem and he will tackle it! long as there are not too many insurmountable obstacles to long as there is a reasonably clear path so he can “get stuck into it”..the task will be tackled with enthusiasm and determination…BUT..once the job seems futile, too hard or complicated..he will sit down and even sometimes stay down!…and this is where the adage at the start of this article comes in…; “Behind every successful man…”

From where I stand, I can see the district has become one of those “sit down and stay down” problems…I won’t go into them here, either you know, or you don’t want to know..regardless, there are some things that need to be done.

One of those things..perhaps the primary that there needs to be more women brought into the management side of governance. The district needs to shift from a “construction mindset” to a “re-creation mindset”..not recreation ; as in fun, fun ,fun!..but re-creation as in re-building the social base from the existing foundations up.

This requires a more discerning eye that that of the speculator / entrepreneur, looking for the quick-buck solution..a fast “turnaround time”. The skill required for such long-term vision and planning needs that gender schooled in patient endurance…the patient endurance of : “taking the back seat” in decision making..of bearing, raising and schooling children even while maintaining a career.. Of having to “turn the other cheek” to taunts of ANY sexist aggression..and to turn it with enduring dignity and pride…sure, there are many who fail these accolades, but I suggest it is a failure more often born of overbearing pressure, rather than lack of character…a situation witnessed by many in minority groups. It is changing, it must change .

Where men once had sense of morality and the physical drive and opportunity to take the nation on a positive and productive course, those days have passed and we are now become weaker in spirit and corrupt in morals so that we no longer lead with good or decent intention, but rather with too much pride of gender and false virility so we have become the bully we once suppressed and we have sought an answer in more aggression rather than arbitration and or conciliation..It is time for men to step away from the controls of this runaway train, take a break from our now clumsy leadership and allow women to turn down the pressure on a society that cannot sustain such hunger for brutal power.

This district is in grave need of a is in grave need of a more discerning and sophisticated judgement of priorities of investment and management…After one hundred and fifty years of male dominated construction and slow dissolution, I, for one..and I hope for many, believe it is time to “Give the Women a place on the driver’s seat” to take this old bus down a new road…

The Road Not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By Robert Frost.

Step down or be taken down.

Let us stop talking falsely and start talking about realities. I am on a “conversation friendly” basis with a lady with one child who suffers a debilitating affliction, brought about by an unfortunate car accident that happened to the above woman while she was in late pregnancy. The car accident smashed the woman’s pelvis and in consequence caused some brain damage to the foetus she was carrying at near term..the result has meant both a rebuild of the woman’s bone structure with metal parts and a lifelong commitment to the child’s condition.

While the lady in question is from a upper middle class section of society that allows relief from many of the inconveniences that a poorer person in the same situation would feel, it still does not for one moment relieve the reality of the situation when a distressed child needs a mother’s affection. Whatever the persons private means, the medical necessity must over-ride.

I tell this little cameo of an unfortunates situation because in the wider world of this nation’s political situation and the cost of living and the everyday ups and downs of trying to get by, we – the citizen body – have to carry the burden of supplying for our family’s needs. There is no avoiding, without grave repercussion, the necessity of immediate attention to children and our loved ones. Of course, this is where a connection to the upper middle class could alleviate some of that burden..and THAT is where it brings this conversation here to the nub.

With failure on many fronts of domestic supply and demand for jobs, energy costs, climate change action, violence, education, communications…and on and on, we can see no real solution coming from those in leadership at the head of our Federal govt’..none whatsoever..only more propaganda through its MSM channels and more fumbling and bumbling when reform is both needed and long overdue.

We have in the Leadership of this nation, representatives of the best education providers, what could be claimed as “successful business persons”, the “best qualified legal brains” in both govt’ and advisory short, the best of the best representatives of the upper middle class strata of society..The most rewarded and well educated , in the one or two most esteemed universities in the world….and yet they fail…and fail so dismally that you’d need a freight-train pulling an endless link of sealed box-wagons to contain all their fumbling excuses for that failure. We see manufacturing failure, economic failure, diplomatic , military and well-being of the nation’s citizenry failure.. In short, : The governing middle class no longer has either the capacity, capability, nor right to rule.

I make the case here and now for future leadership of this nation to be controlled and managed by those with experience and skills in a physical work-life.

Many years ago I worked in my trade capacity as a builder for Professor Igor Kluvanek .. The twist was that because when he first studied in communist Czechoslovakia, it was a requirement (as the professor himself in formed me) that a trade skill was first learned that would compliment those further academic the good Professor was a qualified electrical engineer before he became a mathematician and he could do welding and electrical wiring required for his renovations. Now THAT is an example of the success of combining trade with profession which ought to be the norm for all advanced education in any State.

The failure of a pure higher education training in only professional careers, is that it denies one the “hands on” skills that give hard knowledge to the body of what precisely is required for a system of implemented policies. For instance, when we have someone like Malcolm Turnbull holding the position of leader of the state, being advised by ministers or lobby groups from the same level and background of education and capabilities as himself, there can hardly be expected a position more favourable to the mass of the people out in the suburbs and regions who will benefit long-term from their policy intentions…they just do not have the capacity or experience OR INTENTION to know how far one has to stretch every dollar..and I mean EVERY DOLLAR!..NOT every million or so!

With the trained skills and experience of a trade under one’s belt, there comes as a bonus the satisfaction and confidence of self-reliance that in many cases insulates one from the necessity to consult or hire external persons to do repair or construct when required, hence saving much valued time and money for other things. One develops through the practicalities of hands-on application a certain insight into how structures and system developments are used and employed in the making of more than just the product at hand..and one can become astute in tracing the logic and rationale of thought behind a any person can tell you when forced to confront emergency repair in a stranded situation, be it complex mechanics or the simple straps on a child’s stroller..when the awful reality presents itself, chances are one rises to the occasion.

It is in the self-confidence of one’s capabilities that confidence in comprehending political policy direction can be developed. The false doctrines promulgated by a devious media or party can be seen through as either downright impractical or not user-friendly and so dismissed as useless. Many such policies put up by a totally unscrupulous and inexperienced political adviser, have been thrown out on such grounds. The reality requirements learned from hard worked experience give sarcastic wince to stupid policy and the recent experiments with both refugees and manufacturing – to pick two diverse subjects – give those of us who have physically worked with the first or in the latter, shrewd insight as to how both are an integral part of our society and would be a disaster if ignored and wasted.

The reality-blind middle class has shown through financial disaster and brinkmanship of nuclear war..has bruised the economy through stupid NBN policy to disastrous energy policy..with-held by brutal economic cruelty essential services to the poor, the disabled and elderly..colluded in disgraceful deception with big corporations to milk the last cent from the nation’s resources and pockets of the hard working citizens of the nation for no more than a deluded ideology learned perhaps in those “magnificent institutions” that both train the mind and direct the hand of the most miserable, mealy-mouthed, avaricious and degraded persons that ever have breathed the air or suffered the delusion that they are ready and capable to govern a nation of citizens.

And if we can return to the example of the lady first mentioned in the opening of this piece, who , regardless of fortune or status, is left with the reality of her situation which only she has the capability to manage. The brutal realities of life have forced her to skill-up to handle her circumstances..likewise, those of the middle class, even within the ALP will need to skill-up or relinquish ambitions to leadership as they will not have the necessary knowledge as we see every day now with this gormless government to manage the realities of governance of a broad skilled multi-cultural society.

The Machiavellian Egg.

If any of us on the “progressive” side of politics still believe there is room for civilised and rational debate on the current portfolio of LNP Govt’ policy, then I would confrontingly suggest you are a f#cking idiot!

With the cancellation of next weeks parliamentry sitting, we see white-hot evidence of corporate interference from both the banking sector and the religious hierarchy to forestall the inevitable popular demands for both financial and social change. For this cabal of “corporate grease-nipples” that call themselves the LNP to act in the best interests of the State, they first would have to extract themselves from their toothy grip firmly planted on the inner colon of big business.

We..the people are being royally screwed over by the fossil-fuel energy suppliers, the energy re-sellers ,the Financial Banking sector, Water supply authorities, Petroleum suppliers, medical, educational and many other once safe, secure government run utilities that are now if not totally in the hands of incompetent private corporations, are being given over to private outsourcing to manage and manage badly all in the interests of the stupidly vacant middle-class opportunists comfortably ensconced in their pension seats of parliament.

There are so many corporate bodies circling and lobbying the federal govt’ these days , the Canberra Capital’s roundabouts look more like a Hollywood movie set of Red-Indians circling the covered wagons on the American Prairie and there are more strings being pulled in the corridors of power than in a Sicilian Puppetry theatre…..or perhaps under the bed-covers of one; C.Pyne at 2am. In the morning..ANY morning!

This current malaka of a govt’ has laid an egg..a Machiavellian that it not only has a soft centre open to corporate corruption sucking , but it also has a brittle shell all ready to be shattered at the first tap of a voter’s fingernail. It is such a stereotype of a corrupt government, it is a wonder Seth Blatter is not on their payroll as some sort of adviser..except they’d have to replace Rupert Murdoch and we all know HE now needs the money!

But old Machiavelli knew a thing or two about how a govt’ works…particularly a right-wing govt’ and he drew up the “rules of engagement” for the running of such and those of that persuasion who now sit in the catbird seat of power are running the country according to script. Turnbull and his entire cabinet are but mummers..thespians ham-acting set pieces and lines for corporate power..


The LNP have betrayed us as a People and Sovereign State to international corporate bodies. Our energy producers are mainly international corporations, as are many of our water holdings, our financial sector is controlled by international banking, our petroleum managed by international manipulated pricing, much of our food produce, delivery and resale…we are being squeezed for every penny we have in both our savings and future prospects..The LNP has sold us down the river to these voracious corporations for their own personal gain..which if we read their philosophies so clearly stated on their IPA manifesto of 100 wish-list..decrees quite openly if a tad convolutedly that it is a case of every person for themselves and if we but peruse the property portfolios of that end of the political town, we can see they have achieved that end with more than a degree of success!


Machiavelli recognised the above problem arising as a matter of course in civil governance and did write a very lucid and instructive chapter on cause and effect of such an event in his “Discourses” …I will paste a short example that will lead those with more an interest in instruction than argumentive confrontation to have a read.; Chapter 33

When an Evil has Sprung up Either Within a State or Against a State, it is a More Salutary Proceeding to Temporize With it than to Attack it Rashly.

“… On which subject it will first be discussed, that when an evil springs up either within a Republic or against a Republic, whether from intrinsic or extrinsic causes, and has become so great that it begins to make [everyone] afraid, it is a much more safe procedure to temporize with it than to try to extinguish it. For almost always those who try to crush it, make its force greater, and make that evil which is suspected from it to be accelerated. And incidents similar to these arise more frequently in a Republic from intrinsic and extrinsic causes, as it often occurs that it allows a Citizen more power than is reasonable, or the corrupting of a law is begun which is the nerve and life of a free society: and this error is allowed to run so far, that it is a more harmful procedure to want to remedy it than to let it go on. And it is so much more difficult to recognize these evils when they first arise, as it seems more natural to men always to favor the beginning of things: And such favors are accorded more to those accomplishments which have in them some virtu or are done by young men, than to any other thing: for if some young noble is seen to spring up in a Republic who has in him some extraordinary virtu, the eyes of all the Citizens begin to turn toward him, and they agree without regard [to consequences] to honor him:… “

What we see now in our State is the shifting of the base of power from the democratic process to the Autocratic..when the democratically elected govt’ goes against the parliamentary majority to suspend The Sitting of The House , without doubt upon instruction (we can’t seriously believe that a Turnbull cabinet made the decision on its own!) from an “extrinsic cause”, for to stall essential legislation that would forfeit power against the corporations, then without doubt we have an autocratic regime…no longer a government, but a Fascist State.

We have but one last chance to crush this takeover of our future and that is by the next election and we need the ALP to combine with any other political entity to be able to effectively muscle-up against this global right-wing power grab..and we see the same modus operandi in Britain and America and rising very fast in Europe..We have to extend the “progressive” out-reach to bring into the tent those many groups operating in a loose conglomerate to unify action against this direct threat (and not to make too fine a point on it) to life and liberty..For as that great Machiavellian scholar himself said..: The delicate problem those who oppose bad politics have is that they ; being the good people, cannot act in any way that brings them down to the same level as those they need to defeat.

Our hands may be tied, but our noble intentions and our demand for equality touch everywhere.