Calm down and look back.

Calm down and look back.

February 27, 2012

The recent ballot taken as a result of a challenge to the leadership by the previous PM has turned out exactly as predicted. There was not a single opinion by anyone that was dissenting anywhere. Yet, the media went, just as predictable berserk. Headlines in Newspapers were screaming to the extent, that many elderly pedestrians fainted, some called for ambulances.

On TV, even the dulling powder puffs on the journo- cum- shock –jock’s faces were foregone adding greatly to the excitement not seen since the days of Princess Mary and Kylie Minogue. The sheen on their brilliantly lit faces was unequalled except perhaps during the interviews of those large mining magnates in Western Australia. The sheen on opulent faces is always in direct proportion to the billions in bulbous bullion ingots they have stashed away in secret Perth Bunkers. Come to think of it, so are their bodies, in size I mean, perhaps in sheen as well. I haven’t studied Palmer’s or Gina’s sheen below their collars.

We seem to have entered an era of instant politics that in the same vein respond to instant polls. We have just about got over that vile drink ‘euphemistically’ named Instant COFFEE. Instant, perhaps, but coffee, no way? There is now Instant cheese and it comes in a tube. Polls now come as regular as errant shopping trolleys discarded along nature strips. What do you think ‘nature strips’ are for, you old fogey fools? This is our world now, it’s our time, they are our nature strips, piss off, move over you pathetic grump.

Just fifty metres from our Woolies store in Bowral someone, very gifted, had lifted a trolley high up and managed, through herculean efforts, to impale it on one of those no-parking signs with the open ended flap of the trolley being used allowing the sign to enter it and the trolley to be dragged down the bottom on the nature strip with the traffic sign triumphantly sticking up in the middle of the trolley. Now, there is a creative boy about somewhere. I can’t imagine a lady pensioner doing that.

What goes on in the mind of someone walking past a trolley, abandoned in a nature strip? What mind would come up with the idea of going through the effort of wrestling it over and onto a traffic sign? In Singapore or Malaysia they would give him 120 lashes, his bum stripped bloody raw, but never a shopping trolley in danger again from him. Here, probably a reward for community services rendered. A Freudian trained psychiatrist would probably see a serial rapist in the making, ramming things all the way somewhere. He seems destined to become a rugby player instead.

Serves the trolley right. Why is it that the Aldi and European methods of an ordered trolley regime with small deposits on trolleys has not been made nationwide compulsory? It works well. Here though, there are rewards offered and helicopters are hovering above, trying to trace lost trolleys. It seems a strange and costly way to check up on trolleys.

Anyway, it’s not any stranger than the panic driven hysteria over the latest political stoush. Where was the calm and considerate looking back by the challenger? How could an experienced and ex PM not see, that the challenge would end in defeat. Did he not count those in caucus that would not support him?

Are they all driven by face-book emotions? Is the media ramping up politicians into a frenzy of self adoring that hides all logic and reason, a kind of endless tweeting ‘ The Emperor’s new clothes’ beautification? Are all politicians in the grip of a Stockholm syndrome whereby the enslavement to the captive image has become an insurmountable reality? Do they all look in the mirror and see a beautiful and glorious Tiberius Claudius Caesar with an admiring media all hooked on an intravenously administered Instant News hook up? It’s all now panic, hyped up internet face-book twittering raging media and political turmoil maelstrom.

Where has the calm gone, the looking back and taking time?

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Artist, blogger and writer of hundreds of thousands of words with bad grammar and out of syntax as an extra bonus. All in a certain order. I came to Australia from Holland with my parents in 1956 and have looked back ever since. Here are some of my verbal doodling and reminiscences.
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15 Responses to Calm down and look back.

  1. Warrigal says:

    When Dolly returned from the UK a few months ago she brought me a wonderful souvenir. it was one of the wartime posters that were plastered all over London during the blitz. Simialr to the one in the picture here:

    Your piece just put it back in mind, G. I must get it mounted. It’s been the mantra that Sche and I have cleeved to over the past year.

    It seems to suit us, and the current situation.

    • Big M says:

      ‘Keep Buggering On”.

    • I like that picture. I used to lay bricks and I can feel the mud-cement oozing out with the bricks settling in nicely, all bedded happily down for centuries. I bet no bi-col was used. Bi-Col ( a kind of soap mixture) keeps the mud nice and fluffy greatly aiding brickies in laying bricks, but it also weakens it. I just love looking at those old bricks, they always tell stories. Thanks Waz.

    • H says:

      Daughter has the similar poster on her kitchen wall, can’t think now if it’s blue or red…
      She takes after her dad and ‘likes’ to worry about things…

    • Astyages says:

      ‘Cloven’, Warrigal… the past tense of ‘to cleave’ is ‘cloven’; I wouldn’t normally bother with such a minor grammatical error, but ‘cleeved’, apart from being mispelt (‘cleeved’ may mean indicate being split asunder by Anne of Cleeves) the correct word would be ‘cleaved’ – if only it were correct! And apart from that, it just sounds so awful…

      So, please, Warrigal… Call me a traditionalist if you will; even a grammar-nazi, or a pedant if you must; call me anything… just don’t call me late for dinner! But please accept this critique in the interests of euphony…

      Thank you,


  2. Big M says:

    Yes, the media has been gripped by hysteria over the Labor leadership. It’s worse than someone having a baby. Ooh, what sex is it?? Does it matter, the kids got four limbs and a head, and the mum wasn’t ripped from bum-hole to breakfast getting it out? Although, I think the Labor party’s probably had a new anus torn this week.

    As for trolleys, I don’t know what the answer is. We had the Aldi style trolleys in Dee Why in the early eighties. They were still strewn up and down streets, with the occasional kid, desperate for money would take one or two back to the store. Of course, if you’re civic minded enough to return one of these errant trolleys, you’re viewed either as an eccentric, or a closet trolley thief, who whips out a rusted trolley, covered in detritus, now and then, just to piss the supermarket staff off.

  3. Emmjay says:

    Trolleys. Ah. Well, they sometimes accumulate in the street of the thousand mortgages and we are a good two kilometres away from Trolley Central. Most people do not own cars here in inner west cyberia, so the trolleys often double as moving vans for the peripatetic population. There are other wheeled evils too, Gez. Wheelie bins that people leave on the footpaths full time because their humble abodes do not accommodate the monsters. So we have intimate garbage smells on some of the streets (fortunately not ours) where the cubbies are minute.

    Now, the Rudd thing. . My speculation about his tilt at the UN boss job was only slightly tongue in cheque. I reckon that there is some larger plan – subtext if you like to the whole dreary shivoo. Dunno what it is yet, but I am trusting time to reveal the behind the curtains machinations. Perhsps it’s not Rudd at all. Perhaps it was a way of destabilising Julia for Bill Shorten. WhoTF knows. Probably Therese knows.

  4. H says:

    There’s a lot there to contemplate, Gez. First to the trolleys:
    I was minding my own business, sweetly walking with Milo, when I met these two pretty blond beatifically attired slim teenage girls (read;rich kids), then I noticed that there was a third girl, sitting in the trolley for crying out loud..
    They were all laughing and looking pleased with themselves. I was not amused, I felt like telling them to return the trolley to the small struggling supermarket around the corner to which it belonged…

    What’s the matter with the kids today…

    • sandshoe says:

      Big presentation at Casualty as I have read it H…little kids falling out of supermarket trolleys …

      What happened, we got supermarket trolleys. Once it used to be only especially little ones going for a turn in the laundry trolley.

      • Astyages says:

        Like Helvi, ‘Shoe, I really don’t know what’s the matter with kids today! In my day we’d never have fallen out of a supermarket trolley…

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