ADANI IS GO!

It’s all SYSTEMS GO!!!

ADANI gets the GREEN LIGHT!

Coal is KING!

The Future is COAL BLACK!

WE have IGNITION!

LIFTOFF

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TEN……… (TEN bureaucrats will find gainful employment for every actual worker)

NINE……… (NINE Government) departments will write white papers on the positive impact of this mine)

EIGHT…….. (EIGHT Million words will be written in just one week by the Catholic Boys Daily, (the Australian) as to why this is a vital and necessary step forward to secure Australia’s future).

SEVEN…….. (SEVEN Seas will be made slightly more acidic so that species may die)

SIX………… (SIX NGO”s will benefit from the upturn in Domestic Violence as a consequence of greater access to goods and services we don’t need)

FIVE……….. (Five percent of the mines profit will remain in Australia)

FOUR……….. (Four degrees of global warming is on TARGET)

THREE………..(Three Musketeers,  Christensen, Canavan and Hanson, will rejoice)

TWO…………..(There were at least two good reasons for stopping this mine, but we cant remember either of them)

ONE……….. ONE BIllionaire will make public his Noble sacrifice to donate as much as 1% of his wealth to mitigate climate change.

St Bjelke’s Day

CANAVAN. ‘O that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in Queensland

That do no work to-day!

SCOMO, What’s he that wishes so?

My cousin, Canavan? No, my fair cousin;

If we are mark’d to die, we are enough

To do our State loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

By Carbon, I am not covetous for gold,

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;

Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my Lumpeth of Coal, wish not a man from Queensland.

God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour

As one man more methinks would share from me

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

Rather proclaim it, Canavan, through my host,

That he which hath no stomach to this Mine,

Let him depart; his passport shall be made, 

And crowns for convoy put into his purse;

We would not die in that man’s company

That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is call’d the feast of Bjelke.

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,

And rouse him at the name of Bjelke.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say “To-morrow is Saint Bjelke.”

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say “These wounds I had on Bjelke’s day.”

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

But he’ll remember, with advantages,

What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth as household words—

Saint Tone of Santamaria, Lord Rupert of Murdoch, Canavan and Christensen,

Craigus of Kelly and Trevor St Baker, Lord Howard of Nihilism and Saint Bjelke—

Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Bjelke Bjelke shall ne’er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be rememberèd—

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition;

And gentlemen in Southern States now a-bed

Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Bjelke’s day.