Dear reader,
Once again our heroes are in the thick of it.
To cut a long story short, after failing in their quest to find out who defiled their tea-lady Mrs Culthorpe as a parliamentary intern, they have been ensnared in global intrigue and the machinations of the most powerful man in Australia, Angus Taylor and his monetising minder Gina.
Is this the end? Or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Find out in the next palpitating episode. For as the SAS say, ‘Who dares WINS’!………read on…….
Bentham, a flamin GENIUS of the ‘Old Country”
Beyond the din, corridor upon corridor branched out as in a Benthamite prison. If you don’t know what a Benthamite prison, think an Immigration Detention Centre, but much more enriching for the staff who nourish the wicked and wretched.
As far as the eye could see, row upon row of flickering computer screens and on either side of the cavernous concrete and steel antechamber, (if you could call it that), rows and rows of operatives, all wearing Border Force uniforms. Their gaze fixed upon screens which flickered with the activity of global movements. Movements across state borders. Telecommunications over the entire Pacific region and the attendant pulse of human activity. No movement. No matter how loose could escape undetected! Such was the reach of Gina’s telecommunication tentacles.
‘Genius’ is easily identified by VISION eccentric gait and a BIG HAT!
They, (Borderforce) had their collective fingers pressed on the buttons, which controlled the levers, which in turn controlled the ribbons of commerce and industry. Every movement, every vehicle, truck, car, motorcycle, tram, railway engine, (be it electric, steam or diesel) articulated vehicle, motor omnibus, cable car, mono-rail, perambulator, or skateboard was monitored.
If you think China’s facial recognition was over the top, this made it look like the entire national dna, had been reduced to binary code. And it was cross-referenced and ‘on tap’, for GINA! (inclusive of water rights and the niggardly nuisance value of native title). Every telecommunication system that criss-crossed the country and the position of every unit of the Royal Australian Navy were monitored. It’s one functioning submarine and the other helicopter expensively purchased from our great ally and protector the United States not yet grounded bespoke of heightened alert.
The atmosphere was intense with the business of preparation. Perhaps “the Drums of war were BEATING”!!
IN AUSTRALIA we have men of VISION!
With all the activity, the air thick with the rank residue of sweat, energy drinks and coffee we felt insignificant. Pathetically insignificant. Like an electorate against the RIGHT and MIGHT of the lobbyist. Fly specks upon the machinations of Global PAN GLOBAL NATIONAL STRATEGY!
In the distance, a distance that seemed to recede into infinity, came the shocking realisation that the scale of this enterprise was beyond comprehension. The Pentagon was big, but this was BIGGER!!
And being Australia, where we don’t like to blow the proverbial trumpet, it was ‘underground’.
Another dimly lit cathedral sized portrait of the most powerful man in Australia, Angus Taylor resplendent in his ‘Chinese People’s Army General’s Uniform’. On the other side of the dark corridor even more resplendent in a Supreme Commander the Oceanic region and bits of the Moon and Mars not yet colonised the Chinese President Xi. It was as if Xi and Angus were facing off across the room. It symbolised everything, Angus’s genius for backing the winner, and Xi’s reliability in making the trains run on time.
‘Xi Whizz ‘! Ces whispered, ‘looks like they’ve got the whole shebang stitched up. It’s written in plain English; ‘the new 100 year lease on the new Naval base’. And there sure enough on the bottom corner a map of Port Phillip Bay and at the very bottom end, the name of Point Nepean and its surrounds re- labelled, ‘Port Xi’!
GENIUS, VISION, BIG HAT!
But before we had time of our own to to let it all sink in, from behind a curtain came a voice.
A voice so repugnant with evil and the corrupted froth of power, that it sent a chill through the creased inner sleeves of our Safari jackets. And yet, sinister and reeking of corrupted filth it sounded eerily familiar. So this was Gina?
Gina was soft spoken, yet this was harsh.
Perhaps the desert air had afflicted her tonsils?
Perhaps the iron ore which she owned for the benefit and well-being of all Australians had corrupted her larynx. We stood stock still, and could only hear Benny’s deep breathing, till standing bolt upright, he made the short statement; ‘I brung em here like ya told us’!
TWO for the price of one! GENIUS at work for ‘TEAM STRAYLA’!
And from behind the curtain; ‘Good Benny Boy, I’ve just been speaking to Brendan and they’re gonna call the next 500 million extension to the AWM the ‘Roberts Smith Wing”. There’ll be interactive displays, kiddies will be able to utilise virtual reality and 3D monitoring to capture their own Afghan village, and decide who’s a jihadi and who’s just a jihadi. It’ll be a hit with the public, and should be open for the sesquicentenary of the Maori Wars’.
Benny sniffed, ‘Jeez I wish I’d been involved in them too, they say there were V.C’s on offer and they were falling from the sky just like pennies from heaven’.
Sir JOH, GENIUS, VISIONARY, BIG HAT!
You look after the Penny’s Benny and I’ll look after the big bucks’, She laughed, and the laughter became maniacal, enthused with a demonic delight in the wunderlust of infinite power and greed. We felt the power seething from underneath the curtain, and fidgeting nervously we were tempted to ask for a reprieve to be just let go as ordinary citizens, whilst at the same time realising such a quest would be USELESS!!
Are vegetables intelligent? CASE CLOSED!
Will this be the last hurrah? Will there be three coins left in the fountain and no medals to toss? Find out in our next decoration bestowed episode? ‘Two coins between three tossers don’t mix’, or ‘Gina’s G-Spot”!