Every day we hear about another critically endangered species. Just yesterday we heard about the near extinction of the “lesser supine populist feather-bedder”, (Barnaby and his missus) and the unprecedented attack upon the “Superior autocratic corporate sociopath” in the Banking Royal Commission. Farmers in far North Queensland, (FNQ!) who’ve had leases on their properties as far back as the late 90’s, and some on land they actualy paid for, are being told they can’t clear the land. Along the coast, sugar farmers, who constitute an integral part of the sugar food chain which gives untold benefits to dentists, dieticians and diabetes sufferers is under threat from the indsidious encroach of renewables.
As the famous sage David Suzuki said, “it only takes a heartbeat and what we take for granted may be gone forever”. And as the other famous sage Lord Rupert of Murdoch famously said; “The rent seeking corporation must have a supine, passive unquestioning body politic, or it’s very existence is threatened”. Indeed, right across Australia, systems and orthodoxies that go to the very core of Australian culture are being questioned. The right to run-down indigenous Australians in drive-bys, questioned. The right to exclude women from positions on boards, questioned. The right to imprison indigenous Australians for their own good willy-nilly, questioned. And the right, (we’ll get to this later) to turn all our universities and research institutions into visa factories, questioned.
The very fabric of our society is under threat. It’s time we joined with the IPA and stood for principle and the integrity of those institutions that make us great.
Alarming then, the questioning of the recent intitaiative by the New South Wales Government to allow Brumbies, (wild horses to our international guests) to roam free over out alpine national parks. The Brumbies represent a tradition dating back as far as 1958 when Chips Rafferty turned down the original offer to star in “The Man from Snowy River”. They also represent the highest point, the romantic apogee of the acclimatisation society to make our alps look a little bit more like Montana or anywhere else. We support the maintenance of a burgeoning brumby polulation in as much as we lead the cheering for the augmentation of our national parks with goats, cats, foxes, dogs, deer, camels, pigs and any other animal that has arrived since the arrival of midday television. Cos to understand the Australian environment without familiar barnyard creatures is beyond the imagination of the ORDINARY AUSTRALIANS.
So stand with us and defend the wild horses, and those men and women who want to dress up in quaint ethnic costume. The costume of the Mountain cattle person. Because in doing so they send a clear message. Fuck the environment and we dare any indigenous Australian to question after their 50,000 years of stewardship, to question us. Cos we can.
And by God’s destiny, and the spirit of the Dryzabone, we WILL.
COS WE CAN!!