Story by Atomou
He has changed his mind and he backtracked, we are told on the first budget because by some divine intervention, he saw the light! Lo and behold, an epiphany gurgled up before his very eyes!
Believe that and then come and ask me about the bridge I have for sale!
Tony Abbott has worked for all his breathing time towards dividing the citizenry. And now that he has the keys to the Social Engineering Room, he is trying with renewed verve and determination to accomplish it.
Under the messianic pretence of saving our “bottom line,” saving us from an economic crisis approaching in horror that of the crisis which Herod, the great fear monger and death cult devotee feared, our Tony is using the same tactics as that Old Testament Roman client king used on his own people. Kill all the babies!
Herod was being an enthusiastic sycophant to the colonists of Judea, the Romans.
Abbott is being an enthusiastic sycophant to the new colonisers in Wall St.
In these “budget” reports he is dividing the citizenry into “small businesses” and “families” knowing full well that small businesses ARE the families and families must have more human interest needs, rather than the needs of a set of ledgers, full of queer and manipulated numbers.
Many small businessmen, of course -many but not all- are small businessmen because they have small minds with an even smaller imagination and resourcefulness and so they rush to join Abbott’s army of small minded “businessmen” thinking that their business deserves more than their family and can’t or won’t see that the few crumbs Tony tossed their way come at a very high cost to their family.
Many other small businessmen are young, enthusiastic and capable of examining many things at the same time, not only in their local area but around the globe. These folks can see, can smell and can touch real business, small or big and, at the same time, see and smell and touch injustice to all things human and non-human alike.
Tony’s “small businessmen” also can’t see that if the family has no money, if it is completely penetrated by the end of the day and the week, thanks to the disintegration of work ethics by these “small business” owners, that family will cut down on everything they can to avoid going bankrupt and becoming destitute.
Discretionary spending will be cut, if not altogether, then quite substantially, the consequence of which will be that these small businessmen of Tony’s will be finding it even tougher to survive. This will be followed by excessive and endless whinging about wages and penalty rates and rules and regulations and welfare and everything that makes up for a civilised society, before they finally become destitute themselves and close down their small business altogether.
No coffees at the local coffee shop, no beers at the pub, no outings to a decent or even indecent restaurant, no manicuring the dog, no hairdos, no new clothes… Whatever it is that an economy is, it will be moribund, if not dead and with it, the family, the life, the 200,000 years of human evolution.
Right wing governments, if they are expert at anything at all, it is that they give the short sword to the citizen and tell him that the best thing for the economy is for him to commit harakiri.
That’s what Right Wing governments do. That’s what governments that have a greater love for money, than of life do. The bible boys knew that and they warned us. (1. Timothy 6:10)
Capitalism is for the capitalists, not for life, not for anything else. When capitalists fail, they tell us, “we are too big to fail,” and we must secure their continuing work on our harakiri efforts.
When we fail, they celebrate.
And at the moment, alas, that’s all we have in Parliament: RW1 and RW2, each taking turns at the keys of the Social Engineering Room.
I am mildly surprised by the new demeanor in Shorten and, more oddly still, the recent change in his language; in his vocabulary, in his turn of phrase, in his tone of voice, for no longer do we hear, “Labor will do such and such” but we do hear -at least more often than the previous- “Help me bring about…” A shift, in other words from a near-promise to do something, to effectively, a non-promise. If he doesn’t do it -and I suggest he has not the intention to do whatever it is he is not promising to do- then he, like Abbott and his death cult, will blame a thousand other people or parties or the weather, or the gods or the direction the wind takes George Pell’s fart, for “not helping him do it.”
So far we have speeches. Words and word plays.
And we have only past performances by which to judge these two parties.
Personally I see before me, Right Wing 1 and Right Wing 2!
And, personally, I also wouldn’t be buying eggs from either of these two chicken shit merchants.
Will the real Julia Bill please stand up?
Quo Vadis, Australia?
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
my god, how the mighty have fallen, politically speaking. Just a year ago big Tony was the toast of his own little town, now he scrabbles in the dust for the few votes he might need to see another term in office.
Mind you, the opposition have stooped to the dirt themselves in an effort to make themselves the least perceptible of all targets. Sad times.
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We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Very sad indeed, …drub. I knew that Tony was one of T.S. Eliot’s hollow and stuffed men but I’ve never imagined that he’d be supported with such vigour by the rest of the LNPs, even while he’s committing the most egregious crimes against humanity and against the country’s dignity.
And I knew that Bill was also not adequately humane but I never thought that he was Tony’s moral clone and that the rest of the ALP would support him with such vigour, even while he’s committing the most egregious crimes against humanity and against the country’s dignity.
And it’s to the others, those other members of these two parties that I had sheeted my hopes to. It is those other men and women who I thought would guide these lost idiots back to the realm of virtue and dignity for all.
But, alas, they, too, these others, too, were of the same poem:
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar.
Abbott responded with “nope, nope, nope” (a slight only variation to his usual, no, no, no but still a three word slogan, nevertheless) to the question about the poor destitute wretches floating in the hells of the neighbouring oceans.
And Shorten? Did he say anything different? Without chasing up his exact words, he confirmed that the ALP policy of something or other about the region, (which is laughing heartily and sarcastically at us through all this) will stay as is, brutal and ineffective, and then he shouted something in pseudo anger, against Abbott, something that meant nothing and promised no improvement to anything. The asylum seekers will go on drowning -for their own good and to the financial detriment of the “people smugglers!”
Bereft of mind, bereft of heart, bereft of imagination, bereft of any proclivity towards charity, that bit that Christians are so proud they possess!
Somebody ought to tell these two: They are not good Samaritans! They are the priests and the leviticans that robbed the traveller and left him to die.
Sad times, indeed!
It is the same frustration we felt when, even after millions of people marched though the streets of the whole planet, with blazing anti-war banners, another lot of hollow, dry, meaningless men went about destroying every inch of a country; and then of another and then of another again and then of yet another after that and they are still going about destroying every inch of many other countries, unhindered by anyone, unperturbed by anyone and, au contraire, encouraged by an ever burgeoning proliferation of hollow men.
My hope in those other men now can barely make it to exiguous. Tiny, infinitesimal, almost non-existent and for the first few months of this Govn’t I was scorched by guilt for putting Labor second last to LNP last.
In my area it wouldn’t have made any difference, anyhow. It is a strong ALP seat.
But since then, since the election of Bill instead of the rightful claimant, Albanese, the guilt has completely gone and was fully replaced by despair.
I mean, how shitty can we get?
How much lower down the sewer can we go?
Just how hollow are we?
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We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Very sad indeed, …drub. I knew that Tony was one of T.S. Eliot’s hollow and stuffed men but I’ve never imagined that he’d be supported with such vigour by the rest of the LNPs, even while he’s committing the most egregious crimes against humanity and against the country’s dignity.
And I knew that Bill was also not adequately humane but I never thought that he was Tony’s moral clone and that the rest of the ALP would support him with such vigour, even while he’s committing the most egregious crimes against humanity and against the country’s dignity.
And it’s to the others, those other members of these two parties that I had sheeted my hopes to. It is those other men and women who I thought would guide these lost idiots back to the realm of virtue and dignity for all.
But, alas, they, too, these others, too, were of the same poem:
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar.
Abbott responded with “nope, nope, nope” (a slight only variation to his usual, no, no, no but still a three word slogan, nevertheless) to the question about the poor destitute wretches floating in the hells of the neighbouring oceans.
And Shorten? Did he say anything different? Without chasing up his exact words, he confirmed that the ALP policy of something or other about the region, (which is laughing heartily and sarcastically at us through all this) will stay as is, brutal and ineffective, and then he shouted something in pseudo anger, against Abbott, something that meant nothing and promised no improvement to anything. The asylum seekers will go on drowning -for their own good and to the financial detriment of the “people smugglers!”
Bereft of mind, bereft of heart, bereft of imagination, bereft of any proclivity towards charity, that bit that Christians are so proud they possess!
Somebody ought to tell these two: They are not good Samaritans! They are the priests and the leviticans that robbed the traveller and left him to die.
Sad times, indeed!
It is the same frustration we felt when, even after millions of people marched though the streets of the whole planet, with blazing anti-war banners, another lot of hollow, dry, meaningless men went about destroying every inch of a country; and then of another and then of another again and then of yet another after that and they are still going about destroying every inch of many other countries, unhindered by anyone, unperturbed by anyone and, au contraire, encouraged by an ever burgeoning proliferation of hollow men.
My hope in those other men now can barely make it to exiguous. Tiny, infinitesimal, almost non-existent and for the first few months of this Govn’t I was scorched by guilt for putting Labor second last to LNP last.
In my area it wouldn’t have made any difference, anyhow. It is a strong ALP seat.
But since then, since the election of Bill instead of the rightful claimant, Albanese, the guilt has completely gone and was fully replaced by despair.
I mean, how shitty can we get?
How much lower down the sewer can we go?
Just how hollow are we?
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Christ! Sorry about the double speak. There’s something odd going on with this blog (or with me) that I can’t figure out. Sometimes it posts immediately and sometimes it does nothing!
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I thought Bill’s Budget Reply was quite good. Could have been better but I found it uplifting compared to the previous shit he dished up. The members voted for Albo, the MPs gave Shorten the nod. Very disappointing. I’ll continue to vote Labor regardless because A) the Libs are all shit, B) the Greens are not here in my area, C) Cathy McGowan is in Indi, not Farrer (Sussan Ley’s blue ribbon seat). Getting people revved up in rural regional areas is hard – we have to have a big disaster combined with a known and good Independent for a shake up to occur. My optimistic side will continue to hope for the best and I have a lot of faith in our young people.
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I thought his reoly speech was good to. The Tories think they9 get a lift from eleventys latest pile of manure I don’t think so given Chredin’s moved ba k into the front office. Shorton needs to speak with the passion he has on recent occasions rather than the scripted peices. Gillard had the same problem.
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Alge, even when Shorten speaks with passion he says nothing. I’ve never known anyone who could fulminate so much and say so little. He shouts against things the Libs do but says nothing about what the ALP would do, at least not in a credible, committed way.
On the most important issues he’s barely a cigarette thickness away from the Abbot’s crap.
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Bill is a disappointment the rank and file wanted Albo the unions bill. At least Albo would have shown Adolf for the complete dick he is as well as his band of student snoots.
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When Bill was a “Leader in Waiting” I thought he was more promising than the disappointing “What refugees ?” Julia, but I think he’s proven to be Julia Lite, with less cut through and a special personal kind of creepiness.
When Tony comes on the TV I feel a curious mixture of wanting to smash him and throw up at the same time. When Bill comes on, this feeling changes to one of a combination of cringing and skin crawling. Ewww !!!
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Identical sentiments, indeed, Therese!
We have come to such a sad pass with our politics! Such sad minds, such sad hearts, such sad obsequiousness to the thunderous bullshit and war drums emanating from Wall St and Fleet St!
We should resist all this and resist it with every ounce of wit and muscle we can muster… but, alas, I have no idea how.
Many thanks for posting the article!
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