Digital Patriarchy by Warrigal
Wikipedia says that “Paternalism refers usually to an attitude or a policy reminiscent of the hierarchic pattern of a family based on patriarchy, that is, there is a figurehead (the father, pater in Latin) that makes decisions on behalf of others (the “wife” and “children“) for their own good, even if this is contrary to their wishes.
It is implied that the fatherly figure is wiser than and acts in the best interest of its protected figures. The term may be used derogatorily to characterize attitudes or political systems that are thought to deprive individuals of freedom and responsibility, only nominally serving their interests, while in fact pursuing another agenda; and when the pursued agenda is directly against the interests of the individuals then the result is oppression.”
As a kid growing up in a trade unionist family, my DNA was shaped by a healthy disrespect for authority. Not so difficult to understand for a working class family that had been living under Ming the Merciless for 5 years before I hit the planet.
It was to be a massive feat of endurance. The conservatives stayed in power not because of their wonderful command of the good ship Australia (nor perhaps because of a protracted period of post-war prosperity and growth), but because the opposition parties – the ALP and then (and I use the term “opposition” very loosely) the DLP managed to spend a mind boggling 23 years in the wilderness through factional in-fighting and by having an essentially talentless leadership and front bench.
To be fair, though, Pig-iron Bob – and later his acolyte John Winston, masterfully exploited the pathetic ALP schisms and successfully painted them as a cretinous rabble unworthy of the trust and support of the Australian people at the polls.
A glimpse of any footage of Menzies shows him to be the massive, self-assured father of the nation that he understood himself to be. The price of certainty for the Australian family was a stultifying wooden half-arsed English bland sameness. Not so much groundhog day as it was groundhog year. England lite with more sunshine.
But Pig Iron Bob took us from England Lite to a new and equally obsequious position – that the Rodent (or Menzies Lite) made concrete in the second conservative empire – namely the position of being the Side Kick to Uncle Sam. Not just any Uncle Sam, but the maddest, most moronic demon president delivered unto the modern world. Or perhaps more accurately his secretaries of State and Defence.
Now it seems to me that we’re going around the loop again. A slightly different loop and the shoe is on the other foot.
We have a massively popular figure head prime minister. He has a team of marginally competent ministers – fulfilling the standard role of not particularly achieving a lot, but keeping the lid on the country and keeping the prime minister and the party off the front pages. Mostly.
One should not forget that this in itself is no mean feat. In a world that constantly threatens to explode – a planet groaning under the weight of too many people and not enough food, water and renewable natural resources, creating a nation society that mostly does not starve and (for the vast majority) can get up in the morning comfortably predicting that nothing catastrophic will disrupt their morning cappuccino – is a passable result. But it comes at a cost that looks remarkable familiar. Remarkably Ming-esque.
And we have all the other key ingredients for a paternalistic society. An Opposition in total meltdown. A pack of talent less egoists with no cohesive ideology and no viable leadership. The conservatives in Australia, it’s fair to say, are as fucked as Labor was in the Ming Era. And moreover they seem just as likely to stay there for years to come.
Interestingly enough, Kevin Rudd has a lot of the other key ingredients that Menzies and the post-Ming conservatives enjoyed too. A hostile Senate – always good for getting nothing much done. Loony balance of power Senators. Does anyone remember Senator Albert Fields ? How incredibly resonant is Steve Fielding ! I find obtuseness and religion a very dangerous mix.
But now we have Kevin Rudd’s mastery of media manipulation – spin doctoring par excellence with the bogeyman of Communist trade unionism well and truly laid to rest. A new right wing Labor era. You bet !
The Australian family has never been in better shape.
Well, except that the family values so vehemently proselytised by Howard and Rudd alike are in free-fall in so many families – with both parents working to survive economically and their kids either working their guts out to get a decent HSC for the privilege of getting onto their own gold-plated BMW treadmills – or dropping out with a quiet bong behind the boy’s weather shed.
It’s lucky we have such a wonderful father. Roll out the barbie, the banana chairs and cricket and footy on free-to-air. We’re in for the long haul.
Status quo until the waters of global warming start lapping the safe Labor seats of the western suburbs.
Tell us what to do next, Kevin.

Sorry Emm… too busy dealing with bureaucrats and used car salesmen to be bothered much about what the pollies are doing. Not much by the sound of things… normally this would be a safe ‘default’ position for them, but in these days of global warming, it will not be seen as productive; sooner or later they’re going to have to do something, or it will be too late; we will have done just what I prophesied some time ago and kept arguing about the existence or otherwise of climate change until it was far too late to actually do anything about it… and I was SO hoping that someone would prove me wrong on that one!
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Politics.
I started thinking about it early this morning.
It was the last thing on my mind as I went to bed. And as I am up early to collect my grandson from Brisbane Airport- so checked arrivals on line- I thought of this thread; and I wondered why I don’t care.
I think that it is because of learning about all the kings, queens, dictators and presidents over the years. I just know that there is no immediacy in life with them. Excepting if one lives in Zimbabwe or South America.
Let’s face it in South America they are obsessed.
I’ll reiterate. I couldn’t care a less who’s in. They are all the same now- and to a certain extent march to the tune of the civil servants, the monopolies, foreign commodity buyer and the self professed economists.
Now that Christmas lunch looks interesting….I’m gonna start with…..
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To be fair. The electricity did not drop out to-day. It was hot and going around in underpants was the only answer.
A bit of light relief now with Boursin, crackers and a cold chardonnay.
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I’ve just bumped into this article on my way to see how The Hospital was going with the Steve Martin bit. Mmmm I think that whistled over the heads in garard’s old biddies bit, stupid to bring it up again.
Without (on purpose using Wiki, or such like) my I just interject and say that the world keeps on going. I know the name of Menzies, because I have heard it/read it somewhere. Apart from that I have no idea whether he was conservative, liberal or labour. And the DLP??
What is the point of me writing this?
It is to show you the futility of obsessing about politicians. They represent themselves. Apart from one or two.
Rudd is a megalomaniac in my view. And I am worried that when the chips are down he’ll prove that he doesn’t have any balls.
Bullying his staff and airline stewardesses are his thing.
He’s made to much noise internationally (I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down)- and tried to chant about leading in climate change.
He had some kudos at first. You know the ‘Mandarin thing’ and all that , but I hear on the grapevine that internationally now he’s regarded as a lightweight and on the nose.
I should have known when he kept up the “Me Too” charade.
Much as you all detest Bruce Haig, he is probably on the money with his observation that Rudd has blown his chance of gettibg on the UN Security Council.
Never mind it will all be history to us soon—and then history to our progeny—and then history to their heirs.
Atomou’s ancestors can write about it all in The Windowless pub on the moon.
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I was just thinking that I wish I was interested JL. I think that what matters is agreed behind closed doors and the rest is distraction. Of course, I have no real reason to think this. The Left vs Right rhetoric leaves me yawning; it’s all so automatic.
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Let’s talk about Christmas lunch.
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I am off the local tavern to have a soda, lime & bitters; chat to some Aussies and put the $267 that I won on GL on a dog.
No7 in the first race, as I walk in the door. No matter what its name or colour is.
There won’t be any talk of politics, cause nobody works in the government. It will be tales of what happened in the heat today and the fire alerts. And probably a mention about the floods in the UK.
I’ll mention the green prawns that I got from The FM; and how I am going to cook them .
Bye for now. As Hung would say!
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Are you planning it already? It’s pretty hot here in Sydney, but the double brick stands up fairly well. One more hot day and we’d be feeling it. Not looking forward to Jan/Feb.
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I am so cheap. The only time I was at a Casino, I deducted the cost of food drink from the winnings before I gambled away the rest. See you.
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Gee Voice I just wiped my bottom and got the same result
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Thank goodness for Sydney’s southerlies. I love it when that cool air blasts through the house after a hot spell. I know Adelaide’s getting a break too.
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Emm, Gez and I were reading this in tandem and almost simultaneously said: this should go on UL.
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Good piece Mike, I guess Sydney boys and Wollongong boys have something in common besides surfing
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We do, mate. I might add the marginal seats of Newcastle and the Illawarra.
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Is that Trotsky on the left hand side and is that some Spanish fascist over Mings left shoulder.
Emm you do have a comment about Harold who likes to swim with the sharks or Senator John or that quality PM Billy big ears. surely wou would remember Sir Bob Askin wou appeared to have his fingers in all sorts of vice and who sold Queens honours to the wealthy. Around the country there were other jems like Joh in queensland or Bolte in Victoria, Playford in SA and Charlie Court in WA.
Overall loved the piece. at the end of the day they’re all just politions.
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Thanks to Algy and all the kind Pig’s Arms patrons for indulging me this.
I was thinking about it a bit over brunch with the First Mate in Melbourne this morning. I reckon with a bit of a tidy-up and some more evidence (well, SOME evidence at least) it might be ready for a re-launch at Unleashed (shhhh !).
Two bits to add: 1. An apology to Kevin – for not instinctively seeing that Bill Henson’s stuff is pure filth – that ought to get about 2 billion comments – and 2. A reminder that like our last really big Dad, Kevin is not too fussed about leaving our troops to fight pointless other people’s wars.
PS – Algy – Good call on the photos in the background. Not sure about Trotsky, but the smaller military dude on our left looks a lot like General Pinochet !
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Pie in the sky.
For all those workers and other cretinous rabble..
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Good one Emm and a good reply ,ato!
I have to go as my little worrier is muttering something about generators and about hot winds from Victoria… just a sec dear.
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Excellent stuff, emmjay!
How have I never made the connection of Fields and Fielding I don’t know; but it’s spot on! Both fiends of religion, both fiends of politics, both fiends of both! This country’s pivot is often a tiny mount of desiccated dung! Giants fall because of them, as did Whitlam; though I won’t disparage his good name by prophesying that Rudd will fall because of them but Rudd will fall because of them.
I often like to think that the mess that the ALP was in (with the DLP) was exasperated during election times because I remember handing out ALP How-to-vote cards even when I was a kid (thanks to a good English teacher). I also had a little sign to show that I could speak Greek, so, often I’d walk into the voting booths with people, to help them vote. They all voted ALP of course!
But what used to frustrate me and make me scream was the fact that the DLP card was damned near identical to that of the ALP and the word “Labor” in the DLP card was more prominent than the other letters. People whose english was still uncooked, would grab the DLP card thinking they were voting ALP.
To this day I remember clearly calling out in Greek to an elderly couple, “No they’re not the Labor Party, we are!” Which raised the ire of the DLP slime ball (they were all slime balls!) and he called the electoral officer.
“He speaks to people in a foreign language!” the slime ball protested.
“Oh, yeah?” asked the officer. “And which language is that?”
“I don’t know, some wog language. This is Australia. He shouldn’t speak no other language.”
Anyhow, the officer was a little more educated and sensible so he came to me and told me that I had done nothing wrong, though I should approach people quietly because some people get offended by the sound of a foreign tongue…
(To use a Bob Elis expression) “And so it went on…
The Santamarias were in full flight with righteous indignation and so were the holy fathers, like Mannix and the Holy High Schools, all screaming against the evils that plague humanity, like Communism and poofterism and abortion and pornography -not that I thought Portnoy’s Complaint was much of a book but, bugger it… anything was better than saying the Hail Maries.
Religion sprouted also such moronic scions as Calwell who, thanks to religion never made it to the front benches on the government side.
It took a giant like Gough to clean up the Augean Stables that was Oz politics back then, to do a prophesied Rudd and send Gair to the ever boiling cauldron of religion, Ireland to stuff up the DLP. Oz politics is still quite stacked with horse patties but at least there’s a bit of light about.
They’re back again, the DLPs, in some limp-wristed way, with some new limp-wristed but still Fielding-type policies, pretending they’re a political force to be reckoned with.
I reckon they’re a dangerous mount of dung meself.
Thanks again, emmjay.
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Where oh where and when will we get a good Mater running the show?
M/s Gillard shows some promise but her stance on education and pitting schools against each other is a bit of a downer.
Good article Emm.
Going to be a difficult day. Will have to start the big generator to be able to pump water. It will be sure bet that power will fail to-day as it did for three hours last Thursday.
Pig Iron Bob. Now there is a memory.
Thanks.
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