Barnaby, Protecting wealthy Aussie farmers who might just be Cotton Growers.

The Deputy Prime Minister has uncovered a fiendish plot. It’s directed against all good honest hard working Australians. If unchecked, it will surely be a “ catastrophe’ for all real Australians, (sic), ‘those on the land’.

The lefties, the pinko tinged greenies are on the move. If unchecked they will strangle what’s left of agriculture in this country. And it’s insidious, the green tide is creep creep creeping, and soon good clean living Australians, (those that aren’t converted into lezzo’s pooftas and foreigners) will succumb. And before you can figure out what LGBTI means, you’ve gone a paler shade of green. And as we said before, “mix em all together, pinko lefty, (red) and green and you get poo brown’.

But Barnaby has uncovered something worse, Those greenies are out to get our water. Yes folks, the water that was ordained by God to be given to Cotton growers, rice growers and any other extractive industry, (like mining in the Galilee basin). A lifetime of water for absolutely nothing.

Barnaby. Protecting Aussie families from greeninsh influences. .

But that’s not all.

Barnaby, seeks divine intervention in protecting parliament from progressive ideas.

The greenies want to go one step further. They want to extract water from ALL rural communities, and not just those down from the big cotton growers. You might be up the famous Shirt Creek without the proverbial and the Greenies’’ll grab that also. Got to the stage that cotton growers are seriously lobbying the federal government on the 457 visas. If they can’t get free water paid for by the taxpayers, they’ll do what made, the Southern (American) states world-beaters. Yep, they want to go the slavery option. And it makes good sense. If people are working to pay taxes to give it free to cotton growers, we might as well go the full monty, and just formalise the process as Slaves. And there’s benefits, a lifetime of good work in a healthy environment with a bit of herbicide, insecticide thrown in, and plenty of water.

The greenies want to strip water off rural communities. And the ABC’s Four Corners should be closed down. It’s the ABC that’s sapping the lifeblood of this nation, and stopping those farmers, who just happen to be cotton growers, for making an honest living screwing the taxpayer. On this count Mr Joyce is not mincing his words, to a willing audience in Shepparton, he made his position quite clear:

Barnaby. Protecting Malcolm Turnbull from Lefties in his own party.

“We’ve got $13 billion invested in it,” (Mr Joyce said, referring to the Murray Darling plan), “We’ve taken water and put it back into agriculture [ministry] so we can look after you and make sure we don’t have the greenies running the show, basically sending you out the back door.”

“You know what the Four Corners program is all about – it’s about them trying to take water off you, to paint a calamity, A calamity, for which the solution is that they’re going take more water off you, and shut more of your towns down. We have taken water, put it back into agriculture, so we could look after you and make sure we don’t have the greenies running the show.”

And he’s right. He makes perfect sense. Even if he does repeat himself a little.

The greenies would run the show, and it’d be the most boring show in town. No drinking, No smoking, No fornication, just the intolerable sense of smug. And in the background those Green senators left in parliament sermonising about feeling guilty.

Federal Minister for Agriculture Barnaby Joyce seeks inspiration and protection with one of his staunchest followers. Doris the calf.

It’s enough to turn you green. And make you want to stick to things that really are important. Like Real Estate.

Kelly O Dwyer, Proof of the trickle down effect. More books than George Brandis. Obviously brainier.

Dear reader, these are fraught times. The average wage is deadlining. Kelly O Dwyer is on the radio convincing all of us that all the indices are up. She’s spreading the government’s message of ‘Jobs and Growth’. And all of us out there in the “real world” see our wages diminished, the price of electricity going stratospheric, and the evidence that axing the carbon tax, didn’t bloody work. Last time we looked the cost of the electricity network, (poles and wires) in Australia, it was valued at 100 billion. In the U.S, which has over fifteen times the population, the same cost is 100 billion. WE can’t give our VAST resources to the local cos we’ve flogged em off to overseas buyers for free, and the big corporations and anyone else who’s lucky pays no tax. Two generations of Australians can’t afford a home. They can’t afford education. They can’t afford to turn the kettle on. And Kelly tells us, the benefits of privatisation are astonishing. Yet no one get’s it. Why?

BILLIONS OF LITRES. And all of it FREE!!!

There’s growth in wiping bums, call centres, and unemployment. It all points to what Kelly describes as the benefits of the “trickle down effect”. And, we hear you say; “If these are the benefits, we’d hate to see what the disadvantages are’. And just between the rest of us and the Reserve Bank, everyone’s so tightly in debt, just the merest pin-prick will cause that unmistakeable sense of 1929.

But there’s hope. In New South Wales they’re giving water away for free. Good on em. And a few cotton growers are reaping the full benefit of the billions we’ve pumped into saving the Murray Darling Basin. It’s a bonanza, and for those few, they’ve hit the jackpot. No regulation, no due diligence, and no checks and balances. It’s the same deal that Rupert got with the handout to Sky News. And it’s all free.

Mr Turnbull signing off on the billion dollar BONANZA to Mr Adani. ALL FREE!

WE have a plan. We’ve gotta show some initiative and get on this bonanza. If a cotton grower can get it, cos Australia, the driest continent on earth really needs to grow cotton and rice, why shouldn’t we start a new sunrise industry that truly reflects our capacity for nation building?
There’s money to be made, and without the corporate regulator or regulation of any sort we can prove to the world that we’re a world beater on innovation and prove that we’re well and utterly open for business.

George and Matt. “Worldbeaters”. And giving it all away, FOR FREE!

We’re gonna make every citizen in this country a foreigner. With Matt Canavan leading the way and demonstrating leadership we can follow suit. As foreigners, we van get access to all of Australia’s natural and mineral resources and pay no tax. WE can apply for interest free loans as MR Adani has done and get those grants, tax breaks and amnesty’s from the federal government that all foreigners do. By being foreign we will no longer be humiliated criticised by Jillian Triggs, and all those lefty do-gooders and prove that Australians are good all round blokes, And sheilas too.

And if anyone, even the North Koreans, have a go we can say “no comprende”, cos as Italians, , Canadians and Poms, we’ll have the capacity to see ourselves as others see us. A nation that’s Open for Business , truly multicultural, and where everything is well and truly FREE.

Lord Rupert. “Oh What a Feeling”. For Foreigners. ALL FREE!!!

And lead the Free World.

So all of us, can benefit from the trickle down effect.

Doing what Britons do best, Queueing and remenbering the glory days of Dunkirk.

Boris. Batting for Empire.

Dear reader, We’ve been getting a lot of press lately about the disaster of brexit. The commentary is all doom and gloom. If you believe the “Fake news” about brexit you’d be convinced that the divorce from Europe is a total disaster. On paper it looks that way. Some say: “Why any dynamic progressive economy would eschew an economic bloc of some 500 million people to keep a few foreigners out is beyond belief’. And as major corporations move offshore, (excepting News Limited which owns the U.K) and British industry, (what’s left of it post Cameron) struggle to find new markets and deal with the fallout of trade barriers, tariffs and non preferential treatment, there’s little on the surface that looks bright.

Rupert. Happy with brexit. Now he can rule Britain, the U.S and Australia ALONE.

Still, Britain is firmly determined to focus on what it does best. The recent release of Dunkirk is a perfect vehicle for presenting the sort of stiff upper lip stoicism the poms are famous for. It all suggests a new way forward. Forget about being part of the modern world, go to a beach somewhere, anywhere, and queue orderly and wait to be taken back “home”. Whatever you can say about Brexit it’s a mere carbuncle on what Britons are truly great at. And that is, remembering just how great it was during the war. All that sacrifice, the rationing, and the stoicism as “We”, Britain and the “White Empire” held the fiendish scourge of fascism at bay. And in doing so, return to a the glory days of postwar austerity, cold porridge, lost empire and bingo.

Sumptuous interior of the Armstrong Siddlely saphire’s bakelite knobs and dials.

That’s why Boris Johnston is here in Australia. He’s got a plan. A cunning plan. He’s worked out what makes Britain tick. Re-girdle the word in the noble crimson thread of Empire and re-unite, even the coloured parts of Empire. They also serve. With Boris’s arrival we may see once again, scores of ships set sail from Glasgow, Southhampton and Bristol brimming full with brand new Morris’s, Austin’s, and Armstrong Siddeley’s. This is a new dawn for British can-do-ism. And from the adoring colonies, the oceans will once again be British. As we send them, the Mother country, a flotilla of merchant ships brimming full with wheat, beef, lamb, and dairy products. And dripping.

The Commonwealth will be reborn as EMPIRE. Those putative sabre rattling empiricists, (be warned Russia and China) will stand back and hold their breath, for when the lion, roars, the echo, stilled since we took our eye off the north-west frontier, will rejoice.

And what new industry will Australia establish in this new vision of Empire? What will we do to breathe new life into the automotive industry we wilfully killed to keep our ideology pure? The Minister for technology and Industry , Mr Christopher Pyne, has the answer. “Bakelite”.

Brexit’s silver lining.

Making Briton GREAT AGAIN. The U.S will be allowed back in, if Donald apologises to the Boy Scout Movement.

The first two new french submarines, “Le merde” and “le toilet” will be re-fitted with Australian made bakelite. And our very own southern radio telescope network will e refitted with bakelite. And, all goods manufactured in China, some 99. 9% of them will have Australian made labels proudly proclaiming that bakelite and Empire is reborn. It’s truly the dawn of a new era.

Australians, be proud.

And be Safe.

Another gem from Ira Maine – this time with Emily Dickinson.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

Uncounted reams of impenetrable tripe has been written about this poet. I grew up thinking Ms Dickinson was some sort of demented hermit who walled herself up in the family home in Amherst, Massachusetts and churned out endless quantities of poetry which she mostly filed away and occasionally published.  She was, I was told, a weird woman who stayed at home most of the time and baked bread.  Alternatively she was a lonely old spinster who had rejected her one true love and regretted that decision for the rest of her life.  She was also seen as a mad woman, pure and simple, who wrote poetry of little consequence which was instantly dismissed by important people who’d never read it.

It turns out that most of this nonsense was created by warring factions in her own family. After her death and as her reputation grew, the various groups each took ‘possession’ and ‘responsibility’ for whatever of Emily’s poems happened to be in their possession.

Susan Dickinson, wife to Emily’s brother Austin, received at least a hundred poems from  Emily during her lifetime for either editing, approval or discussion.  They spent many hours together reading the poems and emending them.

Then, scandalously, at the age of almost fifty,  Emily’s brother Austin initiated a long time affair with a married woman of almost half his age.  In the strange way of things, and having rejected his wife Susan, Austin’s mistress, a Mrs Mabel Loomis Todd, now became not only a close friend of Emily’s but the second recipient of voluminous quantities of poetry.

In this way, two opposed factions were created, that of the wife and that of the mistress.

It wasn’t just the poetry; both of these factions had something else in common: They both had, it would appear, deliberately set out to create a smokescreen around Emily Dickinson. The mad woman, the recluse, the baking lady etc. were all part of an attempt to justify why Ms Emily Dickinson lived as she did and did as she did.  Both parties, independently of each other, built differing  smokescreens which might explain why there are so many legends about this woman who spurned local ‘society’ and lived almost exclusively within the family home.

Modern scholars suspect that perhaps all of this flim-flam, all of this ‘eccentricity’ of Emily’s was an attempt, on the family’s side, to hide a condition which, in the mid 19^th century, if barely tolerated in men, was considered absolutely unacceptable, indeed, anathema, in women.

Emily Dickinson may very well have suffered from a mild form of epilepsy.

All over early 19^th century America, the re-discovery of religion gave powerful clout to a newly moneyed middle class who majored in ignorance, stupidity and greed.  One example of this new and enlightened thinking was the belief that epilepsy was unquestionably associated with hysteria, masturbation, syphilis and mental derangement. An epileptic man interfering with himself, or indeed becoming syphilitic or suffering from any of the aforementioned, was barely tolerated.  He was, after all, a man.  But a woman interfering with herself?  Even hysterically?  To the self-appointed guardians of 19^thcentury morality this represented the absolute depths of pagan depravity, a depravity which, taken at the flood, inevitably leads on to syphilis, mental derangement and perhaps even epilepsy itself!

Emily Dickinson, as a child lived across the road from her cousin, Zebina.

Zebina, a permanent invalid, was epileptic.

Emily’s brother Austin and his wife Susan produced a boy child who, by the age of fifteen, was regularly suffering devastating epileptic seizures.

It is not unreasonable then to deduce from this that perhaps Emily Dickinson, throughout her life, suffered from an inherited family condition which precluded her venturing far from home lest an unexpected bout occur.  Can you imagine how devastating that might be to a young girl should even a mild seizure occur whilst in the company of her friends?  And how, given the prevailing view of epilepsy, how her friends might come to regard her having witnessed a seizure? Too awful to contemplate…

A friend of mine, years ago, suffered a mild form of epilepsy. There was nothing dramatic about his condition.  There were no paroxysms or seizures.  He would simply come to a stop.  He’d stand, not moving, as if someone had switched him off.  These attacks would last from a few seconds to several minutes,  Then, just as abruptly, he’d be restored to his normal, though somewhat shaken self.  Perhaps poor Emily suffered this way and found that the best way to avoid public humiliation, or indeed likely social ostracism, was to keep herself generally out of the public eye.

But enough of all this: God knows why this extraordinary poet behaved as she did but I do feel that the epilepsy possibility must be considered.  It is, I feel, a much more reasonable explanation for Emily’s behaviour than the endlessly embroidered, ‘mad woman’ inventions visited on us over the years.  Huzzah, in the end, for modern, less hysterical, scholarship.

Emily Dickinson is nowadays recognised as probably the finest American poet of the 19^th century.  This is quite an accolade when you think that she is now considered to be at least on a par, if not considerably better, than poets of the calibre of Longfellow, Walt Whitman, Emerson and Thoreau.

And now, at last, a poem.

Being little connected with the outside world, and allowing herself little of the luxury of friends, Emily retreated into herself, for weeks at a time whenever a death occurred around her.  She found herself, considering how few friends she had, quite understandably overwhelmed by this death.

Her poem, ‘The Bustle in the House’ discusses the solemn business of tidying up, of restoring a house to how it was before the possibility of death first entered, then occupied the house and its occupants until the death itself occurred.  In a strange and stunned way those who are left distract themselves from this death by a necessary but almost ritualistic cleansing, by bustling about busily, by avoiding, not seeing the huge hole left by the dead person’s absence.

With the house tidied and the dead tidied away we must then, of necessity, attempt to adjust ourselves to this person’s absence.  We must begin to tidy away all of the clutter that person’s presence created in our lives, in our souls and in our hearts.  This cannot be achieved in a morning.

‘…putting Love away…’  as Emily Dickinson observes, will take the rest of our life.

POEM.

The Bustle in a House

The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth—
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity.

END

Todays Dispatch is entitled Vogons, Palimpsests and the Gap-Part I. (part 11 next week)

Greetings you long suffering wedding guests,

In the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, the Vogons demolish planet Earth in order to build a by-pass for an Intergalactic Highway. ‘Jobs and Growth’ would have been their motto when embarking on this visionary enterprise.

Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein could have avoided a great deal of angst if only they’d paid more attention to Douglas Adams’ masterpiece, in which the ultimate answer to Life, the Universe and Everything is revealed to be the number 42.

Monty python the universe song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yq4uCWtQE24

Is the biocide of the Great Barrier Reef in order to excavate the biggest coal mine on Earth a dress rehearsal for the ultimate destruction of the planet?

In order to build what?

Under the mottos: ‘Closing the Gap’ and ‘making communities safer’, in the Northern Territory of Australia, a way of life, a way of being, a way of seeing the Universe, a social fabric is being unravelled in order to build a third Gaol, and several state of the art multi-million dollar police ‘complexes’.

Vogons aren’t confined to pages in a book of fiction.

So long and thanks for all the fish

Frank

Irish Blessing – May the Road Rise Up to Meet You:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mWaoGn_jTY

“Please sir can I have some more”?

“Rupert says”.  Actually Rupert doesn’t even need to say anymore. It just happens.

You’ve gotta hand it to Lord Rupert. Though he’s Lord over every living thing in the western world, owns the U.K, U.S and Australian body politic outright, he’s still got time for the odd bit of games-manship.

Not happy with receiving the 127 million of taxpayer hard earned to save channel 10 he gets a gift of 30 million from the Federal Government to promote niche sports.

WE NEED more niche sport coverage.

Better still, he gets the 30 mil, no questions asked because it’s just a continuum of what Rupert as the biggest rent-seeker ever is used to. And he doesn’t even need to ask.

Mitch Fifield. Inheritor of a great tradition in the ARTS.

Better still, the Arts and Communications Minister, Mitch Fifield, hands it over. No due diligence, no competitive tendering, no business plan. And some people are crook on the government for this. How mental is that?. There’s no need for due process cos at the end of the day, you might as well hand it to Rupert one way or another. And you wanna know why? Cos he’ll get it anyway.

You see Rupert knows all about the trickle down effect. And it works. You get a swag of money siphoned off taxpayers in three countries and you let the coins trickle down to a few poliies, Works every time. You can bypass silly democracy, the parliament and the intractable senate, and you get a result. Tell ya mate, ‘Punting is for Mugs’. Rupert’s got all the numbers and he plays a straight hand. That’s more that you can say for any Saint Tone, Corey and Kev.

And, this is the disgusting part, there’s the ABC, whose meant to represent, ( they have a charter) niche sports and stuff, and they’re compatriots of the SBS, and Screen Australia. They’re screaming. Can’t see the humour. .Soft cocks!.

Sir Leslie Patterson OAM. THe tradition began with him!

They just got a 400 million cut. So it’s hard cheese for em. And that’s where Mitch is up to the mark. That 30 million would have just gone to bureaucrats. Whereas, with Rupert getting it, it’ll go direct to the right kinda people. And it’s a nuanced vertical integration. They’ll get a tax cut and a kickback all in one package. With Rupert’s mob in the ABC, it just short circuits the process. And that’s an efficiency. That’s what comes with Privatisation. As easy as saying “ABC”.

And if it went to Screen Australia, it would be just spent on films about “Us”. No one is interested in films about ‘US’. Rupert’s got a handle on that also, He does films in the US of A. And they all have happy endings. Last time we looked Screen Australia did films on Aborigines and poverty, and they were all bloody depressing . No one wants to be a wet rag. Rupert gets it, Mitch gets it, and Malcolm, knows that there’s only way to get results and that’s send it through the right channels. That’s what Dame Elizabeth did too, it’s really philanthropy, and provides choice. And a tax break. That’s what makes the world go round.

I beg your pardon. That’s Rupert’s job.

Larissa, the FOREIGNER resigns. We suspect the man behind her has a ” foreign sounding name”.

Congratulations must be forwarded to the Australian Greens for their excellent efforts in recycling.

Two senators, perhaps as described by some observers, the two best in the Australian parliament have been rendered ineligible because of their “foreign-ness. Not only were they top performing , but they were foreign. Does this tell us something about the Australian body politic?

Scott Ludlum. In to the recycling bin.

Indeed it does, Foreign people are no good. They’re full of dangerous ideas. Dangerous ideas not filtered by Australian values. This lack of filtration makes them unreliable as policy makers. And positions them as TROUBLEMAKERS. They question the core values within Australian society of smugness, intolerance, insecurity and deep fear. Often, and this is a common mistake, they see principle as important, and some amongst them do not see political life as a key to a network of sinecures, kick-backs and endorsements from the big end of town.

Lee Rhiannon. Rejected from the recycling bin.

According to eminent psephologist Anthony Green; ‘They do not get the importance of party donations from anonymous international backers, and they just don’t understand that elected senators are not here to support the people. They’re here to work for corporations. This is the problem at the core of the Greens, they’re fairies at the bottom of the ideological garden cos they just don’t get the corporate dollar. And when push comes to shove they’ll get ahead of themselves and stymie a carbon tax as they did in 2009. It’s either Green on Green or Green on Red. And you know if you mix your green with your red as any five year old will tell you it’s POO BROWN. And I gotta tell you, it’s messy.

Peter Dutton. Unrecyclable as neither hard nor organic rubbish.

On hand to offer his informed opinion, the leader of the new MDFI ( Ministry of Deep Fear and Insecurity) Peter Dutton had the following observation: ’With the resignation of perhaps the best performing senators in the Federal Parliament it proves just one thing: The impact of UFB’s , (Unsavoury Foreign Bodies) deep within the Australian political system. And as you see they seek to disguise themselves with normal sounding names, “Waters, and Ludlum”. Our settings will have to be re-calibrated to detect “normal names” and not just “foreign sounding names”. This will require a massive infrastructure overhaul. The current settings, “Ishmael” and “Mahommed”, are clearly not enough, and WE, in the MDFI are seriously worried.

Saint Tone of Santamaria. !00% recyclable working for Lord Murdoch and Saint Margaret of the Sociopath.

Lord Murdoch has responded to the fracas by flooding his esteemed dailies, the Telegraph, the Herald Scum, the Courier, and West Australian,(the list is so big it requires a computer upgrade), and in the electronic media, Sky News network and any other conduit not yet owned by his empire, with a sanguine assessment; “How rank amateur can you be? They’re not Australian citizens, and yet, they had the cheek to influence the process of government in this country. I don’t have Australian citizenship and I OWN the processes of government in this country. Not only do I own them here, but I have complete control in the U.K and in the U.S. I ask, What have the greens done for foreign policy? What have I done? Singlehandedly encouraged the invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan, for civilisation. Since I gained access to running the governments in three countries I’ve been on hand to offer significant change, and you can tell by the general trajectory that I have installed real benefits of fascism worldwide. To prove that human affairs and foreign policy do not mix. Nor do humans representing humans in parliament, (and all living things) have a place in current government.

The MDFI autobots* represent a step in the right direction.

And they’re 100% recyclable’.

*see previous scintilating post

Unveiling the MDFI. P.M, presents new era school crossing and childcare worker uniforms.

Congratulations must be given to the Turnbull Government. Faced with the compelling problem of trying to get Peter Dutton a better paid job and thus ensuring the safety of his tenuous hold on power, the PM has announced plans for a new Super Ministry. The Ministry of Deep Fear and Insecurity. (MDFI). Modelled on the Home Office, the Ministry will have far reaching powers. “It’s reach limitless”, and as described by Dutton: “will make the Gestapo, the Stasi, the CIA and KGB look like rank amateurs’.

P.M indicates new high velocity laser guided particle gun to be used against jay walkers and fare evaders.

’This goes to the heart of contemporary Australia. To militiarise all branches of the public service, and ensure that Lord Murdoch has limitless control. Even, (with emphasis) on those people who don’t watch television. To ensure, in the log run, that FEAR is the one true value that all Australians enshrine as a national psychology’.

MDFI Ministers’ new Uniform. “very nice”.

On hand to congratulate the PM was the head of the Stronger Futures task-force, Mr Mal Brough, who assisted by the ABC’s Tony Jones proclaimed the inauguration of the DFI as a ‘red letter day’ for all Australians. ‘This is a blue skies moment in the reconfiguration of the body politic. No more vision, no more optimism, just the purest essence of pure fear.
After the intervention, all the indices are up, we’ve got booming incarceration, booming income dependence, and booming fear. Got to the stage ‘they’re’ not game to step outside, lest the long arm of PROTECTION (for their own safety) hauls em in. It’s great for security and great for shareholders. Incidentally, (Holding up the new Ministry of Fear super-portfolio uniforms), just look at these little beauties, they’re cool eh’?

Indeed we at pcbycp could only agree. The uniforms are very stylish indeed. Made from finest Australian Merino, the badges, are actually made here in Australia. But for efficiencies, the rest of the gear, helmets, boots, sub machine guns, flak jackets, tasers, handcuffs, personal immobilising gear and night vision goggles are made in Bangladesh and China. Proving the greater efficiencies inherent in the free trade deal, (effusive nod to a beaming Andrew Robb). And it’s good news for Australians, and great news for business.

MDFI Advert in foreign language newspaper. Urging people with ‘foreign sounding names’ to join the MDFI and be more Australian.

Not to be outdone, Christopher Pyne was there to proclaim this super Ministry the best thing ever for the unemployed, the disenfranchised, and the drug addled. ‘There’ll be careers in the new super Ministry. As camp commandants, perimeter electric fence maintenance technicians, and logistics experts. Because to make this successful, we’ll need efficiencies. Efficiencies of transport, infrastructure and communication to ensure that wherever they be, they’ll be tracked down and interred, processed and liquidated.

And only then can we proclaim Australia free from the taint of terrorism and ‘un-Australianism’. And like our poor wretched benighted, doomed first Australians, this process of identification and fear is unending. It’s a new ‘white mans burden’, and some of the recently arrived will be proud to wear our uniform and be like us. Rest assured, the on-going process of diminishing, reducing and deleting the soul of an Australian people is a burden we must all carry.

It’s a vision. A long term vision and an enshrining principle. As proclaimed in the book of Murdoch, To render fear unto all, and thus cowered, to do thy bidding’.

MDFI Autobots. So real you can’t tell em from real humans.

Amen. (a chaplain was on hand to bless the new super-ministry. )

Hilaire Belloc was born just outside Paris to an English mother and a French father. Belloc’s father died early and the young boy was brought back to and educated in England. As a teenager in England, yet still a French citizen, Belloc was required to do military service in the French army. Having completed this he returned to England and was accepted as a student at Oxford from whence he graduated with distinction.

Halo all,

Is it plagiarism if you quote yourself?

Nine months ago (as long as it takes for a human embryo to gestate) I wrote:

In Kieran Finnane’s book, ‘Trouble (On Trial in Central Australia)’ In the Introduction she describes the Alice Springs Courthouse. This from page 2:

“…Lately graffiti has appeared on the footpath in front of the entrance stairs, small letters stencilled in black: ‘This is the front line.’ It says. It’s discreet enough for nobody to bother scrubbing it out. I’d like to know who did it, and what kind of battle they think is going on inside…”

A Dispatchee responded with:

“There is another graffiti that much interests me around Alice.  It says REBUKE – it is written vertically in shaky black capital letters on small spaces e.g. metal pole near Bradshaw School and there’s one on the western side of the railway line too.  There are several of them around town and have been in place for a few years now”.

I’m back at the Front Line, only to find that the backlog of administrative matters has grown significantly.

I’d love to find the time to write something interesting and amusing (if only to myself). Instead I’ll send you the speech I gave at RMIT on 29^th June. It was gratifying to see quite a few of my friends having bothered to turn up.

There is a bit of the Ancient Mariner in me:

He holds him with his glittering eye
The Wedding guest stood still….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptla1xYd2cc

Those who know me are aware that I’m forever, as they say in Dutch ‘van de hak op de tak springen’– digressing until the wedding guest’s eyes glaze over and he starts looking at his watch, or these days at his mobile phone.

This is why I’m taking refuge in reading from my notes.

When Jakamarra first asked me to come along to this event, I declined. I have no intention of being yet one more opinionated white fellow pontificating about what Aborigines should or shouldn’t do, I said to Harry. No, he said, you have to come, you’re my cultural advisor!

The delicious irony of this, is not lost on either of us, but if you think about it, that this is ironic illustrates the power imbalance that exists.

Aboriginal Australia is severely hampered in its efforts to withstand the ethnocentric assimilationist interventionist assault which started in 1788.

The vast resources, cultural advisors, legal, sociological, education and fiscal experts and a well oiled propaganda machine and a not so well oiled bureaucracy which are available to the authorities are denied Aboriginal Australia, except to Intervention fellow travellers and quislings.

When you search the internet, that adage ‘A lie told often enough becomes the truth’ is attributed to both Vladimir Lenin and to Joseph Goebbels. No need to go back as far in history on the other side of the world, to see this in action. The Intervention and its euphemistically named sequel Stronger Futures are based on oft repeated lies.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1n03a7cLf0M

Bruce Pascoe, in his brilliant book ‘Dark Emu’ wrote “then all of us must be alert to that greatest of all limitations to wisdom: The Assumption…”

That is what drives the assimilationist imperative- lies and assumptions.

I’d now like to read out a quote from a speech Patrick Dodson made at University of New South Wales:
“The strategy for assimilation of our peoples is not a mistake made by low-level bureaucrats on behalf of successive governments who didn’t know better. It was and continues tobe a deliberate act orchestrated at the highest levels in our society, and no amount of moral posturing can hide that reality. This Assimilation I talk of has not been evidenced by equality, but by further control, incarceration and subjugation to norms and values without our consent.”

The longer I live at the present day front-line of the assimilationist assault the more convinced I’ve become that Patrick Dodson has hit the nail squarely on the head. It very neatly dovetails with what Mahatma Ghandi said when talking about the British Raj in India:

“ …a subtle but effective system of terrorism, together with an organized display of force on the one hand, and the deprivation of all powers of retaliation or self-defence on the other, has emasculated the people…”

I’d now like to speak about what my wife calls the ‘Massacre Mentality’.

One or a few people commit a crime and a large number are indiscriminately punished. History is full of examples of this.

In 1928 a mere 50 Km from Yuendumu at Yurrkuru, Fred Brookes took liberties with Bullfrog’s wife. Bullfrog with some help killed Fred Brookes. The murder triggered a series of punitive raids led by Gallipoli veteran Constable Murray. The raids became known as the Coniston Massacre in which around one hundred or so men women and children were killed. The exact number of people killed is unknown, nor are the victims dignified by having their names recorded in history.

Constable Murray was subsequently exonerated in an enquiry which found that the “killing of blacks” had been justified. Bullfrog lived to a ripe old age and died in Yuendumu.

In 2007 the ‘Little Children are Sacred’ report included allegations of sexual abuse of children. This was then seized on to justify punishment of all residents of Aboriginal communities in the Northern Territory by the imposition of the Intervention. And make no mistake a punishment it is. As Pat Dodson said no amount of moral posturing can hide that reality.

The Massacre Mentality in action.

Alexis Wright in an essay published in Meanjin mentioned that the Northern Territory has three times the ratio of police to population than the rest of Australia. The largest single amount ever spent on Yuendumu was the $7.6Million spent on building a police complex. Three days a month, court is held in Yuendumu. Over fifty cases are heard. With rare exceptions, the defendants are Aboriginal. This, in a town with an Aboriginal population of less than one thousand. Aboriginal legal aid provides two overworked lawyers. Most accused plead guilty just to get matters over and done with. Kindergartens and primary schools manage to operate around a timetable. No such consideration appears to be given to alleged offenders in Yuendumu. The accused with their families and supporters, sit outside the court all day lest they get charged with “failure to appear”. All organisations that rely on local workers are short staffed on those days and not properly functioning, whether it be garbage collection or the education of the children.

When the Northern Territory Government imposed the “4-hours English only” policy some years ago, at Yuendumu School there were some white teachers who had been happily working within and were part of the school’s bi-lingual programme who suddenly thought they had the right to act as the “language police”. Insist no one should speak Warlpiri, sing Warlpiri songs or read Warlpiri books during the first four hours of the school day. Such is the power of government sanction.

NT police have the power to enter a home without a warrant. I’ve had such raids that took place in Yuendumu described- Heavily armed police dressed as black clad Ninjas surround and charge into people’s homes in the middle of the night. The residents are made to stand in line against the wall whilst the police search the house for a person whohas an outstanding arrest warrant or drugs or alcohol or unregistered rifles or whatever. All of this in front of terrified children. In one case I’ve been told about, a mother was forbidden to pick up her crying baby on the other side of the room. I suppose one can say the situation has improved since 1928- no one has been shot – so far.

A couple of weeks ago an Aboriginal man slapped his 9 year old daughter in front of Yuendumu Clinic. A non-Aboriginal clinic staff member saw it as their duty to report this incident to the police- which strictly speaking is their legal duty under the NT’s mandatory reporting legislation. Subsequently two Alice Springs police accompanied by a lady from child protection went to Yuendumu school and removed the child from grade 4 for questioning. The father is now required to show up in court. The mother at no point was advised or consulted. This is far from being an isolated case. It is indeed as Ghandi said “a subtle but effective system of terrorism…”

The Intervention was touted and indeed continues to be defended because it was supposed to protect women and children.

Instead it has seriously damaged and continues to damage the social fabric of communities. It has been and continues to be an attack on free people’s most precious possession. Their Identity.

Nothing short of an admission that the intervention was wrong and unjust , and a repeal of its laws can even begin to repair the damage and give hope of a Bran Nue Day.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiShXMojKfY

The next Dispatch is gestating….

Cheers,

Frank