another musical dispatch from the front

Lydia on the western highway where ancient and noble trees must be felled, so that the highway can be made safer and wider for bureaucrats to attend power point presentations in a timely manner.

Once again,

another superbly guided torpedo through the open goal square.

‘Was that a Thorpedo’? you may ask.

A fair question as Lydia had had her say and divorced herself from the Greens.

Clearly like Sam, she didn’t like Green Eggs and Ham and was perhaps put off by the slogan; ‘We rejected Rudd’s emissions initiative way back in 2009, so why should we want anything other than a “touchy feeley” on voice to parliament’?

For Lydia it wasn’t hard enough for Lidia and a bit of a Joan Lindsay, (Facts soft and hard) who also allegedly wrote ‘Picnic’. Even a bush picnic can go awry without proper supervision. We have it on reliable account that ‘touchy feeley’ issues are very high on the Greens policy agenda. Such issues as ‘Egalitarianism’, all Australians may partake of birth to death incarceration.

‘Unitarianism’ in seeking other than the five ministries,

‘Utilitarianism’, ensuring that kangaroo paw bottle openers are standardised according to mainstream cultural practices,

‘Woke-ism’, to ensure that everyone can choose the gender they feel most comfortable with and;

‘Token-ism’, to approve in having a voice in parliament that no one really has to listen to.

Not everyone’s cup of tea. Possible reason why Lydia defected.

And now from Frank something about footy.

In the southern states we only know that selection in an AFL teams, where the culture is ‘ nuanced’ can sometimes be very dangerous indeed for those players up north. A southern perspective short on memory and very much attuned to the here and now, sports bet 365 and the important things that matter; Who was at Lindsay’s barbeque? What Prince Harry had for breakfast, and the cost-of-living crisis. Anything else is just ‘remote’.

We picked this un up on our remote sensing device via weather balloon. It’s another one from Frank, and he makes a telling commentary on what may be wrong with NT selection for Aussie Rules.

Read on…

What the moon may look like after Rio Tinto and Woodside has finished ‘improving’ it.

The political and media frenzy about the Alice Springs Crisis continues with only brief respite from such distractions as the eagle pricking the dragon’s balloon.
Amongst the hysteria and dog whistling there are some voices of reason. Police Commissioner Chalker has stated several times that “we can’t arrest our way out of this situation” and questions are being asked in relation to alcohol; is it cause or effect? Is the out of control youth acting out of malice or boredom?

The pointy end of a Russian spy device

Less than a month after the Intervention was launched in 2007 an article by Jon Altman and John Taylor appeared in The Australian, and I quote from it:

“A combination of policies that aims to move indigenous people up the settlement hierarchy from outstations to townships and now from townships to mainstream urban employment could see urban migration in NT at an unprecedented level. Even before the emergency measures were announced last month, it was estimated that if the Alice Springs hinterland was emptied of indigenous people living on their traditional lands, the indigenous share of the Alice Springs population could increase from 20 per cent to about 50 per cent. This is obviously a statistical extreme, but if the full suite of commonwealth policy is taken at face value, and is effective, then this could be the outcome. Negative social cohesion impacts from relocation would make Alice Springs a very different sort of town.” (my emphasis)

I’m sure Jon and John derive no pleasure from their words having proved to be prophetic.

German High Command experimenting with prototype revenge weapon, psychological warfare ‘Big Fritz’ against the French on the western front c. 1917. ‘Unsere MAN-SIZED wurst sind gosser als dein” Crude translation. ‘ we have bigger sausages than yours’ !

Many years ago, there was an active bush football scene happening. Locals would organize games at alternating remote communities and players and fans would travel long distances, often by-passing Alice Springs, to attend.
Then gradually scouts from Alice Springs would start picking up our star players on weekends to play for Alice Springs clubs. That wasn’t enough, eventually they got bush teams to play their games in Alice Springs. There was an exodus from communities, starting before the weekend and stretching into the following week. These five day visits often consisted of one day of travelling, one day of football, one day of catching up with family and friends, one day of fighting and one day of drinking. The rest of the week was spent on communities recuperating.