Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Walalja is a Warlpiri word, often translated as Family.
Mishpocha is a Hebrew derived Yiddish word, usually translated as Family.
It isn’t the first time I mention that the meaning of Walalja is closer to Mishpocha than it is to Family

Walalja means so much more than just Family. It is everything your extended Family ‘owns’ including your homeland.

I was in conversation with a Jewish-American (U.S.A.) academic working in Yuendumu. When I used the word Mishpocha, the academic got all dewy eyed. The wordFamily is far less likely to evoke such a strong emotional response.

The Family-Mishpocha-Walalja sequence could be said to increase exponentially in depth and scope of meaning.

At one end of the Family spectrum are the single-parent and nuclear Families. Ranging through various polygamous or extended Families the other end of the spectrum is reached. The Family of Nations.

The stereotypical nuclear Family appears on cereal packets. A man, a woman, a boy and a girl, all with perfect teeth and haircuts. A regular Family in more ways than one.

In fact, in the global experience it is the most irregular Family. In Africa, Asia, the Arab World, Latin America and the 4^th world, extended families are the norm.

The No.1 song for 2015 (Wiz Khalifa – ‘See You Again’, featuring Charlie Puth) includes the following words:
….”how can we not talk about family? when family is all we got”….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgKAFK5djSk

Do a search for Family on Youtube and it is like entering the multi-million dollar Centrelink building in Yuendumu. (Centrelink’s motto: ‘Giving you Options’)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMVe_HcyP9Y Sister Slade- We are Family… I got all my sisters with me…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSafdm92NIM Lajamanu Teenage Band- Prisoner …I just want to be free with my friends and family, and family…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxz7CYkQltE Black Fella, White Fella- Warumpi Band-
Are you the one that’s gonna stand up and be counted?
Are you the one who understands these family plans?

We need more brothers, if we’re to make it
We need more sisters, if we’re to save it

The latest socio-political buzz words in Australia are Diversity and Innovation.

Jessica Mauboy singing the National Anthem in a Sydney Aboriginal language on top of the Sydney Harbor Bridge on Australia Day epitomizes this embracing of diversity.

Many new and old words have become commonly used in my life time. Take the verbs: utilize and prioritize (not to mention google).

The Northern Territory government has prioritized the building of prisons and police complexes above the celebration and supporting of cultural and linguistic diversity when it comes to utilizing available human and financial resources.

If you are going to listen to anything on this Dispatch, listen to Missy Higgins’ rendition of Joy McKean’s (Slim Dusty’s wife) composition ‘The Biggest Disappointment’
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2I51ImqkOAM

They had my future wrapped up in a parcel
And no one even thought of asking me…
And the biggest disappointment in the family was me
The only twisted branch upon that good old family tree
I just couldn’t be the person they expected me to be…. 

Remote Aboriginal Australia refuses to be what they, the assimilationist authorities, expect them to be. They are the twisted branch, the most diverse section of Australian Society. They are the biggest Disappointment in ‘Team Australia’ (the lovely Australian Family of our collective national psyche)

Until the next time,

Jungarrayi (brother of Jungarrayi and Nungarrayi, father of Japaljarri and Napaljarri, husband of Nangala and so forth…)

Dear reader, I’m afraid not all news is good from Noo Orleeens, but there’s an excellent film with Gary Cooper, (Saratoga Trunk 1943.) which, like Errol Flynn, (Robin Hood 1938.)  makes sense of the whole thing we used to call History.  I heartilly reccomend viewing both documentaries on the real organ of public opinion. Youtube. G.T continues where he left off…

‘In the matter of Pee Bo I must of course declare an interest. Nevertheless, Great-great-grand-daddy Pierre, as he is known in the family, could undeniably ride a hoss, as is depicted here:  As a benevolent father to his chattel-folk he showed an ante-bellum taste for enjoying an income stream derived from the fruits of others’ labour. Expropriation in the wake of Bobba-Lee’s craven surrender generally spelled the end of this pleasant state of affairs. But not for Pee-Bo: he bravely served the Louisiana State lottery, and the wealth of the poor continued to flow Bo-wards by streams terrestrial and subterranean. It is from Pee-Bo’s example of firing the first shots of the glorious secession upon Fort Sumter that our family has learnt and lived by its motto, “If in doubt, kick ‘em in the nuts and start running.”

G.T’s illustrious namesake. In defence of ‘Southern Values’, and the odd publicly funded sinecure. Proudly adapted by the West Connect consortium, (NSW) in seeking funds from a pliant and agreeable public.

Jeb Davis, I gotta say, was a disappointment. Unlike Pee-Bo and Bobba-Lee, he was not a man of action, more a bag of the southern breeze, a zephyr of swamp gas. He stands yet at the southern end of his eponymous parkway, contemplating the deep financial failure of the glorious confederacy. Things mighta bin a whole lot different had he, like the recently retired governor of the mighty state of Louisiana Piyush “Bobby” Jindal, enjoyed the benefits of an Oxford education. Alas, he wuz borned all too early to enjoy the elevating benefits of scholarship founded upon Cecil Rhodes’ civilising African enterprise. But no, Jeb had no ideah of how to finance a conflict; the book of derivatives, collateralised obligations and one time money was entirely closed to him. The con-see-quences wuz utterly dire for our brave southern boys, our virtuous southern belles and, most notably, for our laughing, contented darkies.

Who could disagree with that!

As Ms. Josephine Bass has recently pointed out in the electronic pages of the region’s foremost news organ: “You been lied to. Slaves were given care, food, clothes, shelter, medicine, from cradle to grave. Nothing is life is free not even your government check.” How very true. She touches here on a further reason to keep this experiment in social organisation at the forefront of consciousness: welfare and reliance on others saps the sense of enterprise so necessary to the development of personal responsibility. The true reason for the failure of the beautiful southern way of life was the presence of a vast proportion of leaners amongst the population, leaners who did nothing to take care of themselves, who had their brown hands out for every advantage that the more responsible members of society might confer upon them. The deeply corrosive effects of this moral failure are passed from generation to generation and are only too evident today in parts of the otherwise fine city of New Orleans. So, can we agree with the concerned citizen-sage below?

 I think so. But all this is to be forgotten and swept away. Such is the degeneracy of our times that even the judiciary has joined the atheistic cabal to falsify the collective memory of our way of life. That Judge Carl Barbier of the United States Court for the Eastern District of Louisiana should have refused to intervene against this vandalism was entirely to be expected.

Judge Griffin

The Union remains full of hatred for every trace of civilisation. And locally elected “Judge” Piper Griffin of Orleans Parish has predictably refused to prevent this effacement of the culture.   Ms. Griffin doubtless has many fine qualities. However, there are, to any right thinking person, two great and obvious deficiencies in her appointment. First, and most obviously, she is a woman. Secondly, she is evidently not of the pure European stock which gave us the Enlightenment. On both counts, sadly, she is simply not equipped by nature to judge of these matters. This is what happens when the so-called democratic franchise is extended to those lacking the ability to exercise it wisely. Before you know it, the lower orders will be afforded medical care without payment and remuneration for their limited services at a level which saps their vitality. We appear doomed to proceed in benighted ignorance of our past.

POSTSCRIPT, (G.T. sent us this just after publishing)

‘Note the prominent jaw, the noble brow of the thinker. The red staring eye, strained by poring over the historical record in the dim light of the scholastic garret. The facial hair growth, testament to a life of devotion to the world of ideas rather than personal grooming. He, like many another before him, has wrestled with the deep contradictions of the American past, but plainly reconciled them’. Editors Note: There is an unsubstantiated rumour that this could be the new adviser to the former Minister for Education, upon the ‘History in Schools ‘syllabus. The Rt. Hon Christopher Pyne. Debonair hat and leather belt generously lent on this occasion by the Minister for Innovation. (from his personal collection).

Dear reader, another enthralling piece from our near south, (Paris End) correspondent Gran Tourismo Bearegard. Once again, he has untied the Gordian Knot of American Politics and faith and explained all in plain Ye Olde English.  There is truth in the old adage that Southern Culture always leaves skid marks upon the soul. That’s why good soul music is crafted there.  Read on…

30/1/16 ‘We seek wisdom, not equivocation. Some sit at the feet of a guru. Some uncritically accept the word of parents, teachers, preachers or Uncle Bubba. But there are those few whose heroic intellectual struggles are finally rewarded with the clarity of vision that is achieved only by the truly devoted. Such an one is above, the very model of Chaucer’s clerk’: 

But al be that he was a philosophre,


Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;


But al that he myghte of his freendes hente,


On bookes and on lernynge he it spente,


And bisily gan for the soules preye


Of hem that yaf hym wherwith to scoleye


Of studie took he moost cure and moost heede


Noght o word spak he moore than was neede


And that was seyd in forme and reverence


And short and quyk, and ful of hy sentence


Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche,


And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.

(Protestant Bobba Lee noticing that the spire of papist St John The Baptist is an ill-disguised muh-zuh-lim minaret.) Stand Proud!!

Gladly, too, would those of us learn whose minds are not poisoned by the communistic and godless “education” system of these United States. For only an opportunist atheistic commie could have done what Mayor Mitch did in the shadow of Holy Week, and secured the agreement of the stooge councillors of Orleans to erase the collective memory of the populace. These ideologues have decided to rewrite the Dixie story by removing from public display the memorials to our illustrious forebears Bobba-Lee, Pee-Bo and Jeb Davis together with the obelisk in Lib-er-tay Place. Not so much re-write it as expunge it altogether. So, we are to witness Lee Circle’s transformation into what? It is a matter of historical fact that before the erection of the ever-enemy-facing Virginian’s statue in 1877, the then Tivoli Circle was given over to danger.

The Picayune of September 20 1876 reported the grievous injury suffered by a lady struck in the head as she passed a dozen men – read “thugs” – playing at base ball in the square. For more than a century and a quarter, ladies have been spared the threat of “heavy balls flying promiscuously around” the intersection of St Charles and Howard Avenues. “Incessant swearing and vulgarity” has been eliminated from the vicinity. Uncle Bobba has spent that time standing sternly upon his column, staring fixedly in the general direction of Nova Scotia as we sing “all day and all night, angels watching over me.”

When MORE is NEVER ENOUGH, stand by for G.T’s gripping conclusion in tomorrow’s unspeakable next installment. You can tighten the cord of your pyjamas, now. Or for those up super early in Lycra fitting comfort, rest easy!

Dear Reader, these are troubled times. Most recently I couldnt get the triple word score and found myself stuck on T, A, and only an X to help me across the line. The next round to my utter dismay the only useable tiles on my penultimate game were S, E, and X. It’s all quite clear, there is a diminishment of the other double word score G, O and D. Could it be true that like Tinkerbell, if you dont believe in fairies, they’ll shrivel and die? Here then is some learned commentary from our esteeemed and highly regarded religion correspondents, Tony Emo, and Ira Maine.

From Tony Emo:

‘Nice to see Tones rubbing shoulders with his spiritual kinsfolk in the US of A.

Our most (recently) successful export.

However, I think we need to see this threat of the Funda-Mentals in context. The fact is that throughout the Western World (North America, Western Europe and Oceania) Christianity is on a steady and relentless decline: churches are emptying and even Ireland now has so few priestly vocations that they are importing clergy from the Third World.

Over the past decade or two one notices that the Christian churches have adopted one of two postures. One group, such as the UK Anglicans, is becoming ever-less prescriptive (especially about theological matters) and seeks to be ‘relevant’ by endorsing the social causes of the bien pensant. These churches are seen as wishy-washy and standing for nothing much at all (didn’t a recent Archbishop of Canterbury admit to entertaining atheistic notions?). No wonder their congregations are drifting away.

Losing Faith?

The other, more vocal group of Christians are turning to ever-more rabid positions in opposition to reasonable mainstream values, as can be seen with the Abbott clique, Corey Bernardi, et alii and the Lunar Fundies in the Southern Baptist Caliphate of Mittel-Amerika. As the tide of belief recedes, even in America, the birds left perched on the emerging rocks tend to be the squawking loons! And the more strident and alien their raving dissent, the more the reasonable
middle-of-the-roaders (the young especially) will walk away.

Just so long as the emergence of a Post-Christian West does not signal the arrival of a Pre-Islamic West!

And the reply from Ira Maine;

Dearly beloved,

Charles the Second. Here’s hoping Charles the Third is as merry.

The modern society we have created, where the least fortunate amongst us are provided for by the state, where the best of medicine is available to all, and the halt, the sick and the lame are miraculously made whole again, has brought about a situation where it is no longer necessary to cry out to Jayziz to ease the pain and suffering of being a down trodden peasant. All we’ve got to do now is cry out to Centrelink and our appalling penury is magically swept away.
Our form of religion, with its subtly attendant guilt, surely came about as a last resort, a court of appeal when all other earthly avenues and possibilities had been explored, when people were on their absolute uppers, and when earthly salvation had been found utterly wanting.
Echoing in my mind is that old parish priest of mine who suggested that earthly suffering is a trifle we must bear because the reward for it was an eternity of bliss in Heaven.
Hedonism was the order of the day when Charles the Second came to power. In the years following the accession, England became best known for gambling, whores and Restoration Comedy. The organized religion of the period, the C.of E., being the private club of the aristos, took little or no responsibility whatever for the spiritual well being of the man in the street. The lower orders, the down trodden man in the street, needed God, because he had nothing else.
Out of nowhere came Whitfield and Wesley, who took the peasants by storm with their astonishing open air meetings, directed at the peasants(which no one had done before) and Methodism was born.
Whitfield went off to the US (Georgia) and was instrumental in establishing something called ‘The Great Awakening’. Wesley stayed in England and became a legend.

‘Fanatic, Schmatic, What’s the difference’!!

My point here is that if government is benign and looks after its people, religion will become, for the most part, unnecessary.
Apparently abandoned by the Establishment, Wesley’s peasants said ‘fuck you’ and went wholesale over to Methodism.
As long as we can maintain a comfortable way of life in the West, then religion will continue to recede. The second the lower orders feel they have been abandoned spiritually and economically by governments, religion will very quickly re-establish itself with appallingly disastrous results.
I think that multi-nationals, with their disregard for people and their post industrial drive to automate everything, might easily bring this about. The result will be, as it has been in the past, the rise of fanatics and lunatics like Hitler and Stalin and the re-establishment of demented superstition.
A frightening prospect.

God bless you all!

Stay tuned, for tomorrows scintillating description of thought from our North America, (Paris End) correspondent G.T. Beauregard. The same rumblings that shook the ‘Collosus of Rhodes’, (Cecil himself) are happenning in New Orleans, (pronouced Noo Orleeens). A socio political earthquake? Tsunami? Hurricane? Or just another overcast day with rain and some morning fog.

 A PCbyCP Exclusive

Dear reader, there’s been a remarkable flurry of interest in the recent problems encountered on Victoria’s regional rail system, and we know now that in the higher echelons of the Ministry of Transport offices there’s been mysterious going’s on, and intense global interest, at a height not seen since David Bowie recorded the; “Let’s Dance Video’ in an outback pub.

A BOLD NEW FUTURE FOR VLINE!!! Airfix and Hornby unite to solve the Regional Rail Disaster. ( Kit includes Fat Controller, faulty wheels, level crossing and very tight curves)

It is rumoured the Ministry is seeking International assistance from ‘Experts’. The Public Transport Users Association spokesman was succinct in his appraisal; ‘The conundrum for V Line is immense, people are flocking to the regional rail carrier, it was never meant to work this way, they just haven’t got the capacity. Right across Victoria, the trains are chocka block as people take advantage of the free travel. It’s a death by hundreds of thousand of fans ’. A spokesman for the RACV was less generous; ‘I can tell you this much my friends at Vicroads are hopping mad!! The fact that good money was diverted from freeways has well and truly put their noses outta joint, and there’s some developers who are absolutely FURIOUS’!!

Curiously an unrelated report suggests that the entire stock of model railway scenery and track have been bulk purchased by the Ministry for “Evaluation Purposes”. A spokesman, for Victorian model railway enthusiasts described the conundrum, “We’ve got our annual exhibition and show scheduled for the Exhibition Buildings, and we can’t even buy a foam tree or plastic passenger, the entire lot has just been “ sucked up” by the Ministry’. It’s not fair’!!

We at PCBYCP have unlocked the Mystery. The following an edited extract from the press conference this very morning, about 8.25, (though due to an equipment malfunction, the conference was re-scheduled for 8.43).

Senior Executives in the Ministry of Transport Offices ‘burning the midnight oil in solving the Rail debacle.

The Minister: ‘The Ministry of Transport are upgrading the entire fleet of V’locity trains!! (thunderous applause). And how? By the POWER of lateral thinking!! (thumps rostrum). We have a NEW MODEL! We have commissioned International experts, and come up with a FINAL SOLUTION! (Cataclysmic applause and wolf whistles) AND HERE IT IS!!!(Minister unveils very attractive model railway. Even bigger in scale then Ai Wei Wei’s bicycle sculpture). This is the FUTURE!!! It is my pleasure to present to you the Architect of a BOLD NEW Direction in Regional Rail; Mr Stan Dardgauge, CEO of Triang Hornby: “Thankyou Minister, when we were contacted we were literally stumped. This is a catastrophic event! But our experience has won through. May I demonstrate our new kit. The Bombadier!! And I’m gonna tell you this it’ s a real BOMB!! (Much laughter) This Model is the new working Prototype. It will be Up- engineered and establish a new Standard. Manufactured HERE in Victoria. (Explosive Cheering)

From our experience gained in the reliable manufacture of functioning scale models, we’ve made some significant changes to the V’locity fleet and are pleased to offer this advice to the state rail authority. A polite suggestion in the dearth of proven engineering experience. These trains are 100% reliable, and have been augmented with the wonder of STEAM!! The NEW BOMBADIER promises incredible savings and is ON TRACK. The is the very first time that we at Triang Hornby have worked in conjunction with Airfix, and in doing so has SOLVED the Problem. (Cataclysmic applause, and Minister drenched with tears of joy)

CEO of Hornby Mr Stan Dardgauge working on the problem at the Company’s proving ground at Tyttenhanger prior to transfer to the Company’s research facility at Ballencrusher

Triumph Herald. Used as prototype vehicle to test new Vlocity Curve Tolerances photographed outside Ministry of Transport secret Research Facility.

Each kit comes with a loco and three carriages, as you can see, (holds carriage in the air) the wheels WILL fall off!! In this instance, thanks to our friends at Airfix we can provide both unworn, semi worn and positively square wheels in easy to select change-over bogies. Also and I think you’ll be impressed, each set comes with a level crossing which stays open as the train passes, and the tracks, (holds very tight curve to ghasp of the audience) these curves are so tight, they’ll make you squeak!! Not since Airfix produced the Triumph Herald sedan in 1960 have we had to replicate such a tight turning circle, and like the curves, the components all fit together in a SNAP!! (much laughter).

We’ve captured the essence of this very individualistic V’locity Train. Advance model sales have gone through the roof and our Shatshoo plant has been working 24/7 keeping up with demand. Indeed we’ve had orders from as far afield as Iraq and Afghanistan, both places that are keen to instill the virtue of rail infrastructure after being ‘civilised and democratised’. This is a unique train set, and I’ll remind you there are features on this set you wont find anywhere else in the entire world. It presents new challenges to Australian manufacturing. We’ve literally jumped the gun, and incorporated real steam, from a boiler located in the forward compartment. No more smelly fumes, and courtesy of our friends in the Minerals and Energy Council it is completely coal fired. And to avoid stoppage, each rear carriage, (hold rear carriage to oohhs and ahhhs of audience) has an electric reel cable to ensure that when the coal runs out it’ll just go and go and go. It’s a win win for industry and ensures once again that we are truly the clever and innovative country. We cannot keep up production, and know that demand this year is forecast to outstrip Star Wars merchandise!!!!!

Much applause, and confetti and streamers released overhead to rapturous applause, and recording of Gracie Field’s iconic, ‘Wish me Luck”.