A meaningful Treaty?

For some time now, (over three years) we at PCbyCp have been worrying about the vexed issues of justice, truth, representation for the oppressed, and equality for all. And within this knotty matrix of imponderables we’ve looked at institutions of governance, funding, taxes and sovereignty. We’ve challenged and cajolled. We’ve called for fairness and equality. We’ve cried out loud for compassion. We’ve pleaded for understanding. And yearned for basic intelligence. And often we hoped beyond measure that dignity and respect should sustain all peoples in their right to freedom of expression and equality of opportunity. And utmost, the timely reminder that to give the first Australians dignity it is beholden upon us to develop a fair treaty. And thus a true measure of self determination that must follow.

Keeping us safe!

But the reality is, more often than not, we’ve laughed ourselves sick. With Malcolm Abbott at the helm, who followed on from Tony Turnbull, Kev, Julia, Kev again and Johnnie, it’s just been a cavalcade of laughter. We must laugh as Russians do. How do we create a better society? By closing science, education, healthcare and manufacturing down. How do we get there? By closing our minds and borders. And what do we do when we get there? Be fearful of change and everything. And with god given certainty blame anyone other than ourselves for the stagnation we have chosen. That’s why we invade and reinvade the first Australians. They’re the collective whipping boy. That’s what they’re their for. To make us feel, strong, resolute, powerful and SAFE!!

What’s good for you.

Charities don’t push for change. Outbreaks of trachoma in outback communities are worse than ever. Imprisonment for first Australians since the Deaths in Custody Royal Commission have gone through the roof. And employment opportunities are stagnant for those who “ excercise their choice in staying in their communities”. In spite of all the NGO’s and charities on the job! So what’s wrong?. It’s apathy, and remoteness. A yawning abyss. We watch. Charities grow and grow to fill the abyss. We offer tax incentives, and indulgences to the wealthy. The elite who know what’s wrong and have a cure for poverty. Hard work.

That’s what philanthropy is. The desire to direct at one own discretion the destination of their hard earned, and in doing so, a hefty subsidy from the taxpayer, the worker ordinary, who struggles and is for all intents and purposes kept happy on beer and circuses. Surely as a pubic we deserve better. We deserve a tax reform process that is equitable and fair, and for charities and philanthropic institutions, we should divest them in preference for a truly publicly funded support system, that takes the “Me’ out of meritocracy and put back the WE into Welfare. It wont happen. Those who give the money at their discretion like to feel special. That’s why they like plaques and naming rights. So much more noble than just paying tax, and allowing bureaucrats to determine where it’s spent.

Camp Coniston. The banality of banality.

That’s why we’ve developed Camp Coniston. Camp Coniston is a not for profit charity, in which the wealthiest Australians are selected for a week long camp. For an entire week, ( the approximate duration of the prime minister for aboriginal Australia’s stay in the top end) they share the real experience of camping out. Then, just when they’re settled, they’re moved on, moved on, and with a bit of towel flicking as they run the gauntlet, they learn about being socially responsible.

Welcome to Camp Coniston, a fresh start, stronger futures, moving forward. Freedom of choice.

They are congregated in a reserve, and their assets, funds, and investments are liquidated. Their names are erased, and their language and traditions rebuked. For this they receive the bounty of monitored religious expression and charity. They are then let loose, and fined, imprisoned and processed for being contrary to societal norms. After continued imprisonment they are forcibly removed, and told how grateful they must be via a corps of non elected commissioners. They also receive no income other than that determined by a business management group, and cannot convert that income into anything other than staples. Their diet shall consist of coke and chips, and occasionally, they are allowed to search refuse site for sustenance. In doing so they achieve the Coniston apotheosis. Their names, unrecorded, will be celebrated on little plaques, to be admired by some educationalists and anthropologists.

Welcome to Camp Coniston, a fresh start,stronger futures, moving forward.

All donations to this cause are tax deductible.

And as our motto firmly states, ‘Do unto others’ with true christian values.