How to beat “Lock-Down Lethargy”

Soon to be screening on next seasons ” Celebrity Survivor”.

Dear reader we regret to inform you that as a consequence of this crisis, there’s been some ‘cheap shots’ directed to certain agencies which do not help us endure the lock down as a society.  We are glad then, that our up to date analysis is entirely free of bias and pejorative reference to any group within society who may feel marginalised as a consequence of this unyielding, unfolding, inexorable plague. We have however noticed that the term  “lock down” has acquired a new significance in the English language in as much as “Blitz”, ” Achtung Englander” , and ” For you ze war is over” became standard usage during the Second World War. Impressed by how quickly the term ” lock down” has passed into common usage as a verb, noun and adjective, we give you this update of current measures and usage of the term. Which may ultimately keep our readership informed and save LIVES!

 

 

Myers is closed for the duration

Theres been a spate of restrictions since the coronavirus ‘LOCK-DOWN’. For gay bars, saunas and physical fitness establishment the banning of gatherings has resulted in a what the street patois terms a  “Cock-Down”. Similarly we have it on good authority that the popular lesbian bar, (Pussy’s Galore) has been closed as have other famous establishments, ‘the Laird’, ‘the Lewd’ and the ‘Saphic Chamber’. The spokesperson for the LGBTI Q generation X community’s lesbian resource outreach centre, Ms Radcliffe Hall, said that the ramifications of forced isolation on this vulnerable sector of the community were nigh on catastophic, describing their ‘LOCK-DOWN’ as a ‘LICK-DOWN’, she suggested dating apps in braille would need to augment and substitute for physical inactivity and prescribed repeated applications of jasmine, tapioca root and ginseng as a possible palliative. 

Known and loved by us all as just “George”. As Billy Snedden was famously described he’s  “back on the Job”!

Similar reports have reached us that the offices of the Catholic Diocese of Melbourne have suggested as a precaution in the confessional that a ‘LOCK- DOWN’, ‘COCK-DOWN’, ‘LICK-DOWN’ and “FROCK, JOCK and SOCK-DOWN” might be required to minimise potentially harmful interaction between the public and  clergy. However they suggest that this may be only temporary for in light of the Royal Commission into Institutional Child Abuse’ and the release of George Pell, they assure us that nothing in their culture in any shape way or form  will change. Nor will it ever change EVER via the ‘discredited empty vessel of public opinion as long as the canon of abusing the small, the little , the defenceless, reigns as a core principle of an eternal and just edict from ROME’. We congratulate them on their steadfastness and adherence to principle.

A rare manifestation of backbone in these times of uncertainty. 

Cruise ship anyone?

From Wuhan, there is sugestions coming to us via Wechat, Tik-Tok and her sister Tok-Tik of a ‘BAT- DOWN,  CAT-DOWN, FROG, DOG, and HOG – DOWN’ at the wet markets. Chinese government officials furiously deny reports on wet market  cooking as a  ‘CROCK and WOK-DOWN’. Perhaps more disturbingy, rumours that re-assignment of body parts and organs  transplanted from the usual sources will be resticted only to party leaders.  This has resulted in a blanket ‘PUT-DOWN’  that even cashed up owners of state agencies will have to look elsewhere for substitutes. We are encouraged that this latest advice shows probable alternative source countries indicated as red dots (untrialled organ host countries) allied to the Belt and Road initiative. We applaud the governments of Liberia, Bukini Faso and the Democratic Republic of Congo, who will be able to gain from this new opportunity. Disturbingly, body parts from Uighurstan have completely ceased, which suggests that (like Pangolin, Coelecanth and White Rhino), the source propulation may have declined to the point of extinction. A sad trend for body parts traders and coffin manufacturers though a source of considerable relief to the WHO who under advice accord it the same satus as Taiwan.

Still, in Australia we have room for optimism. 

PM hard at it.

Though the Corona death tally is not quite as good as Singapore or Taiwan, it is still way short of the U.S. Which demonstrates that in world issues we are not a leader, but a second tier satrapcy defined by vested interests, big buinsess, rent-seeking corporations,  cronyism and lazyness. And these are our STRENGTHS!

Lazyness, has protected us from coronavirus. From “LOCK DOWN to ‘SLOTH DOWN”. For the first time in Australia’s history the government edict has been, for workers; “Dont bother turning up” and this has been universally accepted. A credit to the Australian atitude of not bothering. 

Dead drunk or just plain ol DEAD! “Happy hour is every hour of the day”. (Ruby Princess brochure)

Sadly though we have information to suggest that those with investments in housing, supperannuation and any asset, bonds, shares, debentures, and annuities are very worried. They should be. By saving for a rainy day, they denied Australias role as the drought capital of the globe. Serves em right, in the big shake-up that follows one principle will remain, “plus ca change plus cest la meme choses, which is Marcel Marceau’s way of saying in braille, and mime, (in French accent) “same ol same ol”. 

MDFF 11 April 2020 The Safety Net

Friends, acquaintances and others in the same boat,

In 2005 my then eighty-six year old mother passed away. Dad had met her 70 years earlier and survived her by three years.

My dad had taught himself piano. He played in a pleasant free form style and miraculously avoided using several dead keys on his piano. Dad hadn’t always been very nice to mum (verbally I hasten to add) but his sense of humour and piano playing more than made up for this shortfall.

I was in Melbourne after mum died and heard dad plonking away on the piano in de groene kamer (the green room). Snippets of classical music, Argentinian songs, German songs, Dutch songs came wafting into the kitchen. Dad was playing with tears in his eyes. He’d lost his audience.
Late in life dad switched his allegiance from Bing Crosby to John Lennon, his favourite song: ‘Imagine’…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOgFZfRVaww

With uncharacteristic efficiency Centrelink had sent dad a letter of condolence. They were sorry for his loss but “your dear departed wife owes us $2,000” and could he phone them to discuss the instalments they would deduct from his pension to repay it.
The debt had arisen because of Centrelink’s incompetence when over a long period of time they overpaid mum’s old age pension by not properly accounting for her modest Dutch superannuation income.

I overheard dad on the phone to Centrelink. Dad told the lady at the other end of the phone that if she saw an old man playing the harmonica on the footpath outside her office with a hat in front of him, that would be him. If he’d been fitter and more independent I don’t doubt he’d gone to Box Hill to play the harmonica, which he wasn’t half bad at!

Spoiler alert! If my Yuendumu Story gets published and you buy a copy, you will find the following :

Centrelink are responsible for implementing Income Management.
Centerlink’s slogan is: ‘Centrelink Giving You Options’. Centrelink, one of the most inflexible and incompetent Government organisations, does nothing of the sort.
Centrelink’s I
ncome Management administration is based overseas, in Hobart Tasmania.

In Don Watson’s very funny book ‘Bendable Learnings’(2009) I find the following:
The Centrelink contact point for statistics, previously known as the Knowledge Desk is now known as the Business Intelligence Front Door.
Quite a feat, using ‘Intelligence’ and ‘Centrelink’ in the same sentence,
n’est ce pas?
Don Watson also quotes from a Centrelink brochure on multi-cultural services:
If you cannot read, this brochure tells you where to get lessons

My heart goes out to that multitude who stand in line outside Centrelink offices and who get stuck on Centerlink’s Internet merry go round……

The Kinston Trio- The Man Who Never Returned…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dh994JcEfkI

And it gives me no pleasure to point out that Remote Aboriginal Australia has suffered long telephone delays and often unfriendly confrontations at Centrelink offices and falling through the holes in the safety net for decades.

Chau, hasta la proxima

Franklin

And just for fun (music from Paraguay sung in Guarani):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8ERWflHa78

An Honorable mention……

Honor and Steed. ” is that a pistol in your pocket”?

Just in case the euphoria of George’s release has made you loose sight of normality. 

Just in case you thought, that banning of beaches, gatherings, pubs, clubs, restaurants would reign for ever. That the elimination of frivolity and fun were the new normal. That Maypole dancing, (if there were Maypoles) was banned for EVER! That dwarf throwing,(Banned)  cracker, night, (Banned) and Two up, (Banned) were ever likely to return,  there is more sadness. 

Not Cornavirus Silly

Not the cessation of shopping as a complete life existence, Dumbo

Not, the fee paid for publishing rights to Georges memoir, “In Rome, I fiddle’, 

No! None of that, but something way way more profound. 

Honor Blackman is no longer with us. 

Honor’s gone you ghasp? 

Honor’s romp with Sean

Yes, there’s only one sheila, who can claim an entire name to her own. 

Well….. that and Bridget, and Sophia, and I spose in a pinch Doris, But what Honor did to civilisation is beyond contradiction. 

Honor, like Ursula, (sorry that’s aother one) had a huge impact on very weighty issues. 

She wrestled with Steed in the Avengers. 

She was proficcient in Judo, arm wrestling and stable tossing. 

And “she”, you might say is that the cats’ mother?. Because she was the first ever filmic ‘Pussy’!

Honor as “Pussy”. She also auditioned for the role of “Chesty”.

She famously tossed Sean Connery for Goldfinger. And he famously tossed her off in the same film. In the end she’s probably succumbed to Bonds’ unfailing charm. That’s what life entails when you assume the character of ‘Pussy Galore’. And dont forget Pussy had her loyal band of pilots to command in “Operation Grand-Slam”. And if we remember the plot, the nuclear device was supplied to Goldfinger by the Peoples Republic of China. Hell-bent on destroying western capitalism. 

Good thing Ian Fleming wrote Fiction. That would never ever happen in real life. 

Honor searching for a needle

Still Honor had a great career. Can’t think of any other film she was ever in, but her biography, ‘Call me Pussy”, was a huge hit, and her sequel, “Up to Pussy’s Bow”, a best seller. Sadly though her final volume in which she describes her fascination with underwater exploration; ’Pussy-Diver’ never achieved the sales success of her previous works. Nor her crime novel, “ Who fingered Pussy”? A shortcoming not forseen by her publishers after it was withdrawn from sale following complaints from the feline welfare society. 

“Little Tony’ auditioning

‘Little John ” auditioning

Still she left big boots to fill, and no other Bond Girl, excepting Barbara Bach, Grace Jones, or Jane Seymour, or Britt Eckland, or Tatiana Romanova ever had names quite as silly as Pussy’s though, Plenty O’toole, Xenia Onatopp or Holly Goodhead, come pretty close. 

Pre-release ” Brown-finger” publicity poster.

We have it from reliable sources that the Catholic Education Office, flushed with the victory of George Pells testimony over little people were trialing the development of a “Bond Boy” in order to change gender stereotypes. This forward thinking initative is very much in the hands of the producers. We wish them luck in selecting a likely Bond-Boy from the several names submittted to us. We however, were not aware of the “open criteria” for age being introduced after a submission from the equal opportunity board and glad that for family audiences worldwide, there’ll be rejoicing for either “Little Tony”, “Little Johnnie”, or “Little Andrew” being up to the mark. Any of them will be outstanding in their new character role as “Santas Little Helper” in the new release “Brown-finger”, which promises to be a Real HIT. The plot is intricate and thriling in true Bond tradition, and if we have time to summarise, it deals with an espionage ring,  a Cardinals ring finger, and Santas Little helpers ring”. 

It has a Wagnerian touch to it. 

Don’t you think?

Restoring Faith in these challenging times

HOLY!

We at pcbycp are so glad, (ecstatic would be an understatement) that his holiness Cardinal George Pell is FREE. 

You heard it first from us. 

In these times of worry. These times of significant change. It is a comfort, though disease may rent our values, our systems, our economy asunder, and lead us into a new dark age, it is a comfort to know that the High Court has made the RIGHT decision. 

Our faith in our political system and politicians, even our faith in superannuation and franking credits as the greatest asset of our times has been questioned by the ill-informed masses.  As a consequence, it is a sincere and deep source of comfort to know that a leader amongst us, a man of integrity and worth recognised the world over is redeemed. He is FREE . 

RIGHTEOUS!

FREE because RIGHT minded people, our judiciary, made the RIGHT decision. 

For this, from some wayward and ill – informed sections of the community they will be damned. 

But not from Lord Rupert of Murdoch. From the cohorts of the Catholic Boys Daily, (the Australian) a thanks-giving will ensue and make this day, the 7th of April a day to be remembered when a terrible WRONG was made RIGHT!

From our political class, devalued as currency ever since Andrew Robb took the golden handshake from the Golden Dragon Lucky 888 Eight consortium to represent a friendly power at the Darwin port takeover, there will be mutterings. 

JUST!

But we know that for once and all. In spite of all the turmoil wreaking havoc amongst Banking, the Church, and Big Business. Decent hard working big businesses, like Exxon, and Transurban and Amazon. Who have been made wealthy through their capacity under the beneficence of a willing GOD to find untapped wealth within the community. Pay no taxes, and take those assets and convert them to rivers of gold, so that some shareholders may find wealth. So that that they be saved. In this alone, comes redemption. This is the silver lining, the prosperous post-corona future, that will anoint true believers. Those righteous few. 

No one will question their credentials because PELL GOES FREE!

No one will bewail the loss of footy and cricket, because now PELL IS FREE!

No one will question the role of police, protective service officers, and the army and ASIO in restricting our movements, thoughts and society because, PELL IS FREE!!

The Bell tolls for PELL. 

A man of COMPASSION.

A man of INTEGRITY.

The establishment is SAFE!

These are glorious times for a man of GOD!

BENEVOLENT!

To proclaim to the world that he stood firm against the chattering classes. He stared suffering mendicants, snivellers, and untermensch in the face, and slammed the door, (righteously) in their faces. He did all this as a MAN of GOD and a man of ROME. His leadership showed us, that in spite of this hateful trend for little people to complain about being abused, (righteously) and their trivial concerns about their pettifogging human rights, and their pathetic rights to not be buggered, fingered in showers or just condemned to a miserable life for just being an orphan, a little boy or girl or for just being human, that he was RIGHT, and they were WRONG!

Cardinal, (Oh Lord be praised Cardinal), let the bells and people rejoice!

Cardinal,  (The unjust shall be smote by the righteous lord), has prevailed. 

And why?

UPSTANDING!

Because Cardinal. George Ignatius, George (of the snotty nose of the infant Jesus), knows that the little people have been put back in their RIGHT place. That the High Court has cast the final stone, and this is the final word. 

Todays sermon, is; “if you speak out you will be squashed”. 

Squashed by those in POWER to preserve POWER!

We as a people, must respect ORIGINAL SIN!

Or… suffer the consequences.  For as St John, and St Sebastian will tell you, Suffering brings you closer to an all loving GOD. And a bit of fear never did anyone any harm. 

George for GG is in the offing. Elevation to that august throne will be assured. 

GLORIOUS!

Cant wait to read Georges Bio, (the foreword by his holiness Saint Tony  Abbott of Santamaria), available at all good Catholic Bookstores for $6.66*.

 

  • Pensioner Discount; “thirty pieces of silver”.

More poems of a Sunday

Dear reader, in this time of crisis we ask, are you still with us?

Before Prince Charles got Corona-ed there was Charles the 2nd

If you’re not, could you please send us a message from” the other side”.

As Abraham Crowley, so astutely put it to the Kings Surgeon Sir Charles Scarburgh, as he observed the fading pulse of Charles the Second upon his deathbed;

This is the poetry part:

“Let nature and art do what they please, 

When all is done, Life’s an incurable Disease’.

 

 

There’s a queue to the “other side”, and on the latest account it’s quicker if you board a ‘ Cruise-Liner” .

On current analysis, our average reader is of male gender, in his mid 90’s, and still capable of wielding chainsaws, the axe and the crossbow in an hour of need. These are the sturdy yeomen we call upon.

Nelson karked it “Corona- free” at Trafalgar

Heed this message, your hour has come. From the special accommodation homes, and the emergency treatment wards of hospitals we summon you. From the retirement villages, the gated communities along the Sunshine Coast we  summon you. And from further afield, from the leafy chateaus, and tax havens of the the Bahamas, we beckon you to join us and stand vigil to ensure that when this crisis is over there is a new dawn. A dawn of a brand new era, that promises that nothing changes and we all stay the SAME!  So stand together.  And ensure that the single greatest legislative Act passed since the Magna Carta, the act of Habeus Corpus, and the gift of universal suffrage is upheld. As every penny had to be be paid at the height of the Great Depression to ensure that those who died gloriously on the mud slurried morass of Flanders did so in noble sacrifice that the Bank of England be kept in black.

On every cruise liner ‘off coast’, skeleton staff will be on call ….

This is now OUR TIME! To uphold the right to maintain the STATUS QUO! To ensure by an inalienable right of manifest destiny that future governments should wallow in debt. To uphold what we regard  as the  implacable, indefatigable, indisoluble, (anyone for inditerminable?) rights of a fairer and equitable society.

The right of Franking Credits shall remain a foundation stone of our modern democracy.  So that those who have superannuated for Australia, those that have benefitted most from the relaxation of insidious death duties should get paid not once, but twice from the Federal Government. The last election was won by installing fear into the hearts and minds of those who are about to DIE! To ordain the near- dead as inviolate. To ensure that the young, the carefree, and the uninitiated are PUNISHED!

Never let it be forgot, that though death comes knocking in all shapes and forms, it is ordained, that the old who gather within the anointed vessel, the  sacred rites of Cruise- linership shall PREVAIL!

 

For Coronavirus victims, new dance moves have been approved by Beat Magazine

This phenomena, this crisis, will pass, and see of us may pay the ultimate cost, (not of death) but, of actually paying taxes. But for those that survive, they stand firm to ensure POST CORONA that any further distribution of their personal wealth, shall remain unchallenged.  Wealth derived from a society, so that they in turn can give nothing back. To ensure corporations that pay no tax are free to continue doing so. So that philanthropic trusts that abuse the system in the subterfuge of  confected public largesse vanity projects will prevail.  To ensure, POST CORONA that nothing changes, and all will remain in STASIS.  To ensure that  in the end, POST CORONA, that only two classes in society will remain;  the winners, and the losers.

 

And besides , why worry, we’ll all be dead soon, the twenty first century is all about depletion. It’s the downward spiral. This pandemic is only a foretaste of things to come. Of bigger pandemics, and the hope that one day we might enjoy a very real Black Death. For in death, as the old papist would say; ‘comes the resurrection’.

 

Death is black, but it aint all bad.

 

Post Corona, gated Communities will offer free barbecues, torchlight processions and apocalypse themed sing-alongs every night. Free rotisserie for franking credit beneficiaries.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In these dark times there’s always LIGHT

The Maine family observing sacred and ancient traditions

Dear reader, these despatches have been truncated through the coronavirus  crisis. As the epidemic has exploded into  a pandemic, and likely to become purely academic, we stand alone and delve deep into the untapped vortex of the human subconscious.

If you have an untapped vortex of human subconsciousness please write to us.

 

We know in these enlightened times, that the systemic, totemic, problematic, phlegmatic, iconic, histrionics of the body politic will bring us back to the banal, the unremarkable and the purely mundane.

So enjoy this crisis whilst it lasts, cos in the end it’ll be like we’ve all become benighted Poms who wallow in the ” wasn’t it lovely doing the war’ ethos, when we were on food coupons, cabbage soup, bombing, and backyard abortions, etc.

 

Because we know that this ( for the sanitary industries, and purveyors of house cleansing products), that ” This was their finest hour”.  And for all the rest of us we can while away the hours watching daytime telly and poring over the death toll. But the tolling bell will not wait, and it’s pall is diminished by this fascinating insight into mordant potentialities which comes to us for our sage to the near north, Sir Ira Maine, K.C. V.C DSO (with bar) and Order of the House of Aldi.   He writes to us with this insight of Hibernian adaptation in times of strife.

 

The latest COVID-19 directive from the Emerald Isle commands that only ten people may attend a funeral. I am unsure at this stage whether this ten includes the corpse. If it does it would reduce the attending ten to nine.  Naturally too considering the Celtic adherence to Catholicism, there will be one or two representatives from the Catholic church in attendance, wearing, (naturellment) their unobtrusive electronic ankle bracelets and supervised by police officers. This would further reduce the numbers  by at least two or by as much as four. Two from nine leaves us with seven, and we have not as yet even begun to consider the gravediggers whose job it is to consign the coffined Covidian to the depths. There would be at least four of them, young strapping fellows, a type enormously attractive to the appreciative priestly eye and absolutely necessary since the shameful debacle at Skibbereen where the drunken friends of the corpse, in a moment of imbalance, and unable to resist the insistent weight of the lowering coffin and corpse,  found themselves, albeit temporarily,  unable to avoid joining the deceased underground.

 Lest any one of us should be in doubt concerning these subtractions, we now find ourselves terrifyingly close to an unprecedented, not to say entirely unacceptable scenario where a good, middle-class, well-to-do and entirely respectable  Irish funeral finds itself almost entirely without mourners and without that most essential of all Irish funeral commodities, a howling band of banshee keening women. How can we possibly, in all good conscience, see our ancient relatives off to Hy-Brasil, the Isle of the Blest, without a  a level of demented screeching and roaring that would put the heart crossways in a saint?
Corona virus? All’s changed, changed utterly; a terrible beauty is born.
God bless us, everyone…’
Ira

more poems to be read of a Sunday

Went to the local library, it was closed, and then in abject despair I trod wearily back home. Hoping that the food parcels turn up soon. Otherwise it’s just a catastrophe. Where to from here?

 

Mannequin delivery to all Myer stores have been cancelled.

On a happier note, there’s an incredible demand for Camus, ‘le pest’, (sponsored by Mortein) and searching for a suitable epithet, I chanced upon this over- long piece by William Austin, ” The anatomy of the pestilence”. Austen’s work manages to do to the Great Plague of 1666 what six years of Conservative government has done to the arts scene, rendered it stone cold dead. So in a fit of pique we’ve just grabbed two fragments. It goes for pages and pages, and if you can bothered, we translated it from the restoration English, into a pithy one liner, ” Plagues are shit, and they can kill you either with plague or boredom’. 

 

So please enjoy this piece, keep the chalk handy for the cross you may scrawl upon your door to indicate that you have been infected, and go in and enjoy a miserable weekend. For that is what the government would want you to do. And remember it could be worse. Cos footy is off the Fox network is suffering a huge hit, Time they too were offered a bailout package. And Crown deserves one too.

 

The anatomy of the pestilence by William Ausin 1666. 

Next week we may try Drydens Annus Mirabillis. 

 

She made it vegetive, and did it tie

With the frank almoine of her Charity.

She, she it was, that e’re it budded forth,

The sale of barbecues have been restricted in the interests of PUBLIC SAFETY

Did to our use pastilicate its worth.

On humane art why should we fondly rest,

That is but stoln or borrowed at the best?

When we may have what’s real beauty, seem

Content with the prestiges of a dream?

We ca’nt, when Nature does our Life disband,

Commit it to more safe and tender hand.

Rapine and Insolence, such as ingage

To propagate ochlocrasie of Rage;

All macellarious complices and fiends,

Plot to abet and act pale Horrours ends,

Before her sink, while they themselves con∣found,

As giddy Eddy in its circles drown’d.

And more indulgent touch then hers can ne’re

Come from the close embrace of gentle air,

When smiling she a sunny mantle throws

About the blooming infant of the Rose.

Trading at the The Food Court of Chaddy has been cancelled for the duration.

More grateful and obliging courtesie

Ne’re ray’d from Goddess of the Morn, when she

For her belov’d weary Endymions head,

In blushing satten makes his spicy bed.

Ne’re from serene Lucina came, who ties

Her vigils vestment round with starry eyes,

When the tir’d Howers of the day doe creep,

Into her open douney breast to sleep.

Page  109

O do’nt despise a Beauty, whose despight

Does all our wishes, hopes, designs benight.

Whose Injury and Indignation are

The rigid pregnant parents to despair.

Whose frown indusiated with threats, may stand

For gift from Circes or Roxana‘s hand.

And whose all-bounteous avour, when ’tis gone,

Leaves us despons’t to Gods of wood and stone.

O doe not slight a Beauty so supream,

Brightens Heaven with her Iuno’s diadem.

Who, where she lists, the Civick crown confers,

Frustrates and makes irrite dire climacters,

And in whose smiles patulicates all this

And life hereafter can embrace of bliss

Slight not, O slight not her, with charms who sings

Plague dead, & covers you with Cupids wings.

Paul plants, Apollo waters: when all’s done,

She’s wanted irradiation of the Sun.

Menswear is limited to ” by appointment only” sales to ” approved customers”.

When Doctors have exantlated t•eir skill,

Her Raphaels sacred Physick cure• our ill.

That Plague surprize us not with fear or dread,

Sanctuary stands upon Religions head.

We see, through Art, where e’re we cast our eye,

All Nature circuncluded with the Sky.

FINIS.

MDFF 28 March 2020 Blue Poles

Halo vrienden,

Yuendumu recently got its own version of Blue Poles. Yuendumu School is now surrounded by a magnificent expensive fence consisting of bright blue steel poles. It was installed by non-Warlpiri foreigners.

Some years ago I read two very interesting but seemingly thoroughly ignored books:
Clive Hamilton’s ‘Growth Fetish’ published in 2003, and
Kerryn Higgs’ ‘Collision Course: Endless Growth on a Finite Planet’ published in 2014

Every time the bull run on global stock markets has a hick-up we’re told by our illustrious leaders to spend more, to consume more, lest the sky fall in. And every time, the bastards make me feel like an anachronism seeing as I grew up being told to save and not waste (“Think about the starving children in Africa” or was it India?).

These days we talk about the effect on the economy, supply and demand chains, productivity, fiscal stimulus, sanctions and trade barriers as if these should trump happiness, justice, freedom and the health of the planet.

On the supply chain, Warlpiri lands supply over a billion dollars worth of gold per annum.  It is owned and mined by non-Warlpiri foreigners. Much of this gold is destined to sit in bank vaults or to adorn well off foreign ladies.

Our only other significant contribution to the supply chain I’ll not talk about as I don’t want to alert the corporate vultures or the Authorities’ control freaks. In Yuendumu success usually ends up being usurped.

On the other hand you’ll find Yuendumu at the end of the demand chain. As well as the Blue Poles, there is the $7.6M Police Complex, the state of the art Centrelink building, the “new” Clinic, the visiting student doctor’s flash residence, the multi million dollar Child and Family Centre and so on. Then there is all the food and fuel consumed, virtually all of it imported.

All of this installed by, owned, run or controlled by non-Warlpiri foreigners.

Yuendumu has a relatively small carbon footprint, but as pointed out in the previous dispatch, we’re not immune to climate change, neither are we immune to the Corona virus. Vamos a ver.

Rather ironic that what the bush-fires, the countless canaries in the coal pits, the Greta Thunbergs, the climate warriors and the children skipping school couldn’t achieve has now been achieved by an invisible organism.

A bit of the old Chinese foot-binding has considerably reduced the world’s carbon footprint.

Who knows, maybe the world isn’t ruled by Kurt Vonegut’s ‘God the Utterly Indifferent’ after all. Maybe Mother Earth is not as passive as we assume!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aY8-N8-pn1I

Tot ziens

Frenk

PS- A good friend (Ximena Jordan) who used to live in Yuendumu is doing some research on tattooing- her survey takes around 10 seconds- so please:

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSf8NT73GXGbtTiMFeX5_pKjxSlq_vA6Ez1T3_9fiZqAuL2x0A/viewform

Dark Times, where even the white bits are BLACK!

Will Corona KILL Pub Culture?

What can a gallery do to contain the fear of Corona Virus. ? 

How can a pubic library function without the public?

And how can a pub survive without pub bands, pub culture and a beer garden?

Just as six oclock closing was introduced as a war austerity measure during the First World War, public galleries museums and pubs, have been closed for the duration. Faster than you can say “Robespierre’, Music venues have been rendered dead by the administrative weight of Public Safety. And now libraries, disotheques, dwarf throwing and public bathing has been banned via the eviscerating incubus of plague – borne puritanism. 

FUN as we know it, has been SHUT DOWN!

Will the egalitarian values of piss-take and piss be pissed upon?

The public have been isolated, dis- enfranchised, dislocated and disrupted. In grim despairing lines they file past Centrelink rendered un-employed, under-valued and un-fulfilled. Only the thin ribbon of toilet paper protects humanity from a descent into pure barbarism.  Tax dollars  earnt and superanuation un-requited, under-nourished and under-performing. 

As a society, are we  spent? Is this the edge of the abyss?

And from the abyss the certainty, that Chaddy is no longer a place of worship.

That Barnaby will no longer be able to bend the force of mighty rivers.

And not everything in the Catholic Boys Daily (the Australian)  will be counted as FACT.

Irony is in abundance

A Neo-liberal Federal government has gone socialist. 

For now . All of us may be poorer people, but closer in our poverty to humanity. 

Will we be cowered by FEAR?

All of us may be unemployed. Super may plummet and just become ‘average’.  Worse of all, our ability to feel superior may be quashed. 

And Housing, the great bastion of the Australian economy is no longer inviolate. 

Is this the apotheosis of the twenty first century? Have we endured  forty years of neo-liberalism to arrive at this point?  The blackness, of puritanism and wowserism triumphant. Closing pubs, Clubs, bawdy houses, and footy ovals. Even beaches, fer chrissakes are cordoned.  Has it come to this.? Will things get worse? It was bad enough with Hannah Gadsby being wheeled out as the exemplar of contemporary humour. Where humour is so cleansed by overt political correctness to be rendered “un- funny”.  But can it get any blacker? In the words of Eric Oulthaite, “is it so black that even the white bits are black”? 

Will our capacity to laugh be dis-laughed?

Is there hope?

Is there salvation? 

Is all fun abolished? 

We ask ourselves, bring us the restoration? 

Relieve us fom this  sad requiem. 

Yet, there is hope. We can still enjoy the art of living. Will we let Wowserism ride roughshod?

Are we not Cavaliers?

Did we not crate Covid 19 to defeat consumerism?

Did we not vanquish patriachal fundamentalism with marriage equality?

Will Chaddy just have to get BIGGER to compensate for the scourge of the Corona-Crisis?

Will we not prevail with humanism as a tonic for these diminished times?

There is comfort in knowing from hereon, it’ll only get worse. That life will be less a procession than a dole queue. And the robodebt of existence will become a runaway train of pain.  That as the ecology morphs into a dystopian sludge of fire and pestilence our stockpiles of toilet paper will protect us.  WE WILL have certainty again. That’s what the market needs. Certainty that it’s all going down. From hereon, the all ordinaries index will be just… ‘Ordinary’. The cockroaches will win. And the world will be cleansed once again, by the third mass extinction. 

Is Eric a MAN OF OUR TIME?

Which is encouraging, because in the wash out, we’ll all be equal, and the cycle of things can go onwards as if nothing ever really happened. 

There’s  poetry in that. 

We live in hope. 

The shock the same ol

Ira warning us of the impending catastrophe via Fullerphone.

Keeping Corona at bay. 

Dear reader we are indebted to Ira Maine, who steadfastly proves to be a rock in this whirwind of change. 

His recent decision to transmit the information required to keep this evil at bay is just the tonic we all need to remain steadfast. 

WE MUST not panic. 

WE MUST hold the banner of civilisation proudly aloft. 

WE MUST PREVAIL, as a talisman against more evil which may descend upon us from the wicked empire, (not Queensland in this instance) to our north. 

Fortunately we at pcbycp headquarters are open-minded. 

We reject the dog whistling of politicians who try and politicize the corona pandemic. Probably the “worstest” (incorrect English is permissable in times of crisis)  thing ever to happen since the burning of Carthage, the looting of Constantinople, or the cessation of Celebrity Big Brother. Because from hereon, the values we all hold dear, the ethos of winner takes all, praise to the plutocrats and the benefit of selfishness are now theatened. Even carefully constructed philanthropic trusts may be swept away. The question of our time remains,  will the  rich will lose their ability to skew their contributions to the state? In our time BC, (before coronavirus) the system was secure. To lock in inequality. 

A Bigger deal than CARTHAGE!

Now,…… anything seems possible. 

The very foundations of a just and free neo-liberal society that rewards those with money may be compromised by notions such as  a “Commonwealth”, equity and wealth distribution.  

We must stand and defend the status quo. And that attack on the status-quo may eventuate in the very destruction of the pillars of modern contemporary society;  fear, insecurity, and the all encompassing love of a just God. A GOD who seeks retribution to naysayers via his intermediary Lord Rupert of Murdoch. Fear is palpable. The very justified fear that a prolonged recession WILL turn into a FULL- SCALE depression. 

The Question is; Are you SCARED SHITLESS YET?

This is serious. Bloody SERIOUS! 

Real Estate may fall!!!. 

Bigger than the sacking of CONSTANTINOPLE!

In spite of the very real prospect of a government going socialist overnight to stop people from doing self harm.  Fear, Fear of un-empolyment runs rampant.  And the greatest fear of all looms,  to a world in which shopping is no longer a SALVATION!

The terror is that people may be reduced to reading as recompense. Or in some instances singing, reciting poetry and making things.  We assure our readers that once this crisis passes, people will be able to go back to the preoccupation of buying things other than toilet paper. Not thinking about the environment.  And consuming all that they deserve for a better self. 

This is a temporary blip. It’ll be over by Easter. If not Easter, the Queens Birthday long weekend, or last chance Christmas. 

Remember this;  Rome wasn’t pillaged in a day. 

Bigger than the meteorite that knocked off the DINOSAURS!

And though the evil empire will run amuk with Belt and Road Initiatives, we wont resort to cheap racist slander in order to reassure ourselves that our system is inviolate. 

In the end there will be work for Real Estate Agents

Science will still be questioned

And the world is most assuredly and will always remain Flat. 

But, to maintain the status-quo we need to remain VIGILANT. 

Avoid congregations of individuals waving Belt and Road Initative placards.

Avoid long queues outside exclusive fashion label houses.

And ensure that bush meat purchased at your wet market is SAFE!

Government fridge magnets are being distributed and shortly you will be posessed of a ten point plan to ensure your free of the taint of “Corona- ism’. ( a special dispensation will apply to those who drive Toyota Corona’s) 

The Belt and Road Initiatives insidious creep!!

Beware people with spikey black hair, 

Beware people who wear facial masks

And beware anyone of shortish stature who may outbid you at the next house auction. 

They are carriers, fifth columnists, and must be dobbed in. For our National Safety!! 

And above all dont resort to cheap racsim and xenephobic dog whistling. That’s the role of government. 

IN KEEPING US SAFE!

 

Australia’s, very own rebuttal to Belt and Road Determinism. The mighty Ozzie Dole Queue.