Susan and ‘Keefy’ aim to streamline environmental approval process. A Win Win for killing off the planet.
Dear reader,
with the good news about Zach Rolfe’s acquittal coming out of the incident at Yuendumu we return once more to our saga. Comforted to know that execution as practised by Australia’s finest, ‘Benny-Boy’ in Afghanistan has been transferred to the desert wastes of Central Australia. A victory for ‘Common sense policing’, the manufacturers of guns, and a bonus to those who must shoulder the responsibility of running private prisons, (and morgues).
But to more important things. What of our heroes? Ces, Quent and their new side- kick Terry, the under-employed tram driver entrusted to look after the dormant city of the nuclear age buried deep beneath the dusty crust of Maralinga?
George and Keefy endorse the flat earth theory. A win win for those investing in Arks. We Arks Ya!!
Our heroes imperilled and yet, strangely drawn to the charisma of Sophie. “Charisma’, you might say? Yes in spite of the repulsiveness, the unelectable anti-social some say socio-pathic tendencies we had to admire her impenetrability. Though we weren’t a professor tied up in a back-shed as an exalted Fair Work Commissioner in the back-paddock we had grown to appreciate just how Sophie could get things done….. for herself.
Before Sophie there was; “The Blob’
She was a self supporting organism, more akin to “the Blob”, (readers warning, this is not a physical description). Sophie as a force was unstoppable. Truly the measure of a modern Fair Work Commissioner.
Our heroes had a grudging admiration for her.
And almost felt sorry for her. Just as Dr Who feels sorry for the Daleks as ‘imperfect’ before drawn by destiny he has no other recourse than to pull the lever. The tragedy , in our situation just like Susan Ley’s appreciation of the climate catastrophe, all our levers had been pulled.
Meanwhile Russia continues in its bid to upgrade Ukraine transport infrastructure.
Was Sophie human? That was debatable. Was she unstoppable? Our heroes were about to find out.
‘Are you ready’? she cried. We tensed, this was it.
The next bit happened in a flash.
‘Now Benny’, and Benny ignited the first of his smoke grenades. He was a master in the art of warfare. He was the full bottle on Lao Tzu, and a fully accredited training platform for Zach Rolfe in his mission to kill defenceless young men at Yuendumu. Benny combined his experience with an expert facility for rolling corpses down cliff- faces. He was all about face. That’s why he wore the V.C emblazoned upon his chest. His face was impassive as always. Impenetrable
Only known photo of Lao Tzu taken with a Box Brownie 560 B.C
The last thing we saw was Sophie, Mp40 at her waist spraying the Special Response Unit vehicle, and from inside Dutto mocking; “Is that the worst you can do fatty’?
And then, All was lost in a phosphorescent fug of smoke-grenade and the odd bit of tracer. We could only hope that Sophie, (possibly next to Gina), the most powerful individual in the country would not loose her foot- hold and plunge to the darkness below. In that instant amidst the roar of machine gun-fire, the smoke grenades and the clunk of the hatch on the special response vehicle we saw nothing. It was at that moment. We felt the tap on our shoulders, it was Benny indicating it was “TIME” and flexing our hands, now protected by welding gloves, we felt for the aldis lamp chord, now tight, as it dipped from the edge of our tram- car into the depths below.
Meaningful Disaster relief at Yuendumu. P.M comforts bereaved mother with a reassuring word and tip for 3.30 handicap Moonee Valley. (the horse was put- down)
We could hear the detonation of Sophies potato masher grenades, and our descent cautious at first, but then sliding down, down downwards into the impenetrable depths below. Above us, the smoke radiating a ghastly pinkish hue and within that cloud, the roaring voce of Sophie herself, to the very last; “You fucken bastard Dutto I always win, and you know that in the end it’ll be me, as a proud Fair Work Commissioner that Will prevail’.
Ces was the last out of the tramcar, and grabbing Terry by the neck, shouted, ‘Fer Chrissakes Terry make a go of it and Get OUT’! Terry nodded furiously, in spite of his sixty years down here he still knew that his number was most assuredly up and his chance was now or NEVER!
Meaningful Disaster relief post bushfires. PM points to costume failure at annual Cobar Mardi Gras.
So the three of us, like string-beans upon a spider web tendril, like semi-precious stones upon a necklace, like pearls spun into the vortex of silk, we sailed down and down and whether we made a hard or softer landing, we scarcely cared.
Terry mid way was reflective. We could tell that this, the consequence of being isolated for some sixty years had a long time to think about things, and we could appreciate his wisdom in this. It was a source of comfort to know that Terry had thrown his lot in with us, it was like being for moment Ukrainian, that in spite of the worlds attention and goodwill showering upon us, we had to do it alone, cos in the end no one would help us. REALLY!!
Will this leap into the dark be their last? Will they land on solid ground? Or is this the last leap fro the one that promised to be the ‘Great Leap Forward’? Find out in the next ‘leap-ish’ episode, ‘Three strikes and you’re in”, or “High Noon in Conniston Street”.
P.M demonstrates first ever ” White- wash” applicator trialled for deaths in Custody. “Surfaces must be spotlessly clean before application’, (manufacturer instructions) and must only be used by qualified Hose- holder”.
Yu-end-umu? Or Yu-Dont wanna know?