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Thursday, 18 December 2008

Christmas-smishmash

They are coming home for Christmas
The taggled tailed, raggedy mob that belonga to me fella.
The first arrived and was ill for ten days
and slept away her holidays.

The second rang to say they will be up next week
this band of gypsies that I never see
With a Canadian in tow, nose to the wind
loving the trees, plants and life.

The third arrives shortly after with a new lady
Asian and pettite and smart and new
we are nervous as we know nothing of her
her culture or her needs

And so this is Christmas
A funny time for a bunch of atheists
excusing themselves so they can gather once a year
as others sing a man's praises who never existed.

And what have we done this year?
Those interminable included missives
stuffed into cards, made in China
That boast and tell of their exploits and travels
I am tempted to write;

"Hightlights of 2008"

and fold up a blank piece of paper.

So
Have a good one,
a safe one
a happy one
And try not to hate each other too much
And remember,
Christmas brings more attempted suicides
and familial killings than at any other time.
It is pathetic
So make the most of just being.

Cheers for now.
ME xxxx

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

Carrying

Where ever I walk, move, talk
They surround me
Well, in my mind at least.
But it seems in the wind, the movement of the gums
the eucalyptus trees creak their names.

They seem, now to touch and move me
entering my very cells, my DNA
reminding me of their existence
That once was within this ancient ground
and I now speak their names.

Within the heart of this country, this land
Within the soul of me, where ever that may be
They lie and snigger at my naivety
And laugh at my belief in them and their stories
That speak of them and their names

I see the world through different eyes
Through a different time, when women were slaves
and prone to death at each birth
They covered themselves ready for their homeland
But were in a hot, dry place that would forever
mark their names in records.

And so my ancestors are with me today
They walk with me and talk together in my head.
I have ancient photos of some and they seem distant still
But I try to keep them within knowing
for it is their names, their stories, their faces
That I am helping to give eternal life.

Tuesday, 2 December 2008

Mmmmmm.....................

Obama Will Be One of The Greatest (and Most Loved)

American Presidents

October 8, 2008


Frank Schaeffer writes

Great presidents are made great by horrible circumstances

combined with character, temperament and intelligence.

Like firemen, cops, doctors or soldiers, presidents need a crisis to shine.

Obama is one of the most intelligent presidential aspirants to

ever step forward in American history. The likes of his intellectual

capabilities have not been surpassed in public life since the Founding

Fathers put pen to paper. His personal character is also solid gold.

Take heart, America: we have the leader for our times.

I say this as a white, former life-long Republican. I say this

as the proud father of a Marine. I say this as just another American

watching his pension evaporate along with the stock market!

I speak as someone who knows it's time to forget party loyalty,

ideology and pride and put the country first.

I say this as someone happy to be called a fool

for going out on a limb and declaring that,

1) Obama will win, and

2) he is going to be amongst the greatest of American presidents.

Obama is our last best chance. He's worth laying it all on the line for.

This is a man who in the age of greed took the high road of

community service. This is the good father and husband.

This is the humble servant. This is the patient teacher.

This is the scholar statesman. This is the man of deep Christian faith.

Good stories about Obama abound; from his personal

relationship with his Secret Service agents

(he invites them into his home to watch sports, and shoots hoops with them)

to the story about how, more than twenty years ago,

while standing in the check-in line at an airport,

Obama paid a $100 baggage surcharge for a stranger

who was broke and stuck. (Obama was virtually penniless

himself in those days.) Years later after he became a senator,

that stranger recognized Obama's picture and wrote to him to thank him.

She received a kindly note back from the senator.

(The story only surfaced because the person, who lives in Norway,

told a local newspaper after Obama ran for the presidency.

The paper published a photograph of this lady proudly displaying Senator Obama's letter.)


Where many leaders are two-faced; publicly kindly but

privately feared and/or hated by people closest to them,

Obama is consistent in the way he treats people, consistently

kind and personally humble. He lives by the code that those

who lead must serve. He believes that. He lives it. He lived it

long before he was in the public eye.

Obama puts service ahead of ideology. He also knows that to

win politically you need to be tough. He can be. He has been.

This is a man who does what works, rather than scoring

ideological points. In other words he is the quintessential

non-ideological pragmatic American. He will (thank God!)

disappoint ideologues and purists of the left and the right.


Obama has a reservoir of personal physical courage that is

unmatched in presidential history. Why unmatched? Because

as the first black contender for the presidency who will win, Obama,

and all the rest of us, know that he is in great physical danger from

the seemingly unlimited reserve of unhinged racial hatred, and just

plain unhinged ignorant hatred, that swirls in the bowels of our

wounded and sinful country. By stepping forward to lead, Obama

has literally put his life on the line for all of us in a way no white

candidate ever has had to do. (And we all know how dangerous the

presidency has been even for white presidents.)

Nice stories or even unparalleled courage isn't the only point.

The greater point about Obama is that the midst of our worldwide

financial meltdown, an expanding (and losing) war in Afghanistan,

trying to extricate our country from a wrong and stupidly mistaken

ruinously expensive war in Iraq, our mounting and crushing national

debt, awaiting the next (and inevitable) al Qaeda attack on our homeland,

watching our schools decline to Third World levels of incompetence,

facing a general loss of confidence in the government that has been

exacerbated by the Republicans doing all they can to undermine our

government's capabilities and programs... President Obama will take on the leadership of our country at a make or break time of historic proportions.

He faces not one but dozens of crisis, each big enough to define

any presidency in better times.


As luck, fate or divine grace would have it (depending on one's

personal theology) Obama is blessedly, dare I say uniquely,

well-suited to our dire circumstances. Obama is a person with

hands-on community service experience, deep connections to

top economic advisers from the renowned University of Chicago

where he taught law, and a middle-class background that gives

him an abiding knowledgeable empathy with the rest of us.

As the son of a single mother, who has worked his way up with

merit and brains, recipient of top-notch academic scholarships,

the peer-selected editor of the Harvard Law Review and, in three

giant political steps to state office, national office and now the presidency,

Obama clearly has the wit and drive to lead.

Obama is the sober voice of reason at a time of unreason.

He is the fellow keeping his head while all around him are panicking.

He is the healing presence at a time of national division and strife.

He is also new enough to the political process so that he doesn't

suffer from the terminally jaded cynicism, the seen-it-all-before

syndrome afflicting most politicians in Washington. In that regard

we Americans lucked out. It's as if having despaired of our political

process we picked a name from the phone book to lead us and that

person turned out to be a very man we needed.

Obama brings a healing and uplifting spiritual quality to our politics

at the very time when our worst enemy is fear. For eight years we've

been ruled by a stunted fear-filled mediocrity of a little liar who has

expanded his power on the basis of creating fear in others. Fearless

Obama is the cure. He speaks a litany of hope rather than a litany of terror.

As we have watched Obama respond in a quiet reasoned manner to

crisis after crisis, in both the way he has responded after being

attacked and lied about in the 2008 campaign season, to his

reasoned response to our multiplying national crises, what we see

is the spirit of a trusted family doctor with a great bedside manner.

Obama is perfectly suited to hold our hand and lead us through

some very tough times. The word panic is not in the Obama dictionary.


America is fighting its "Armageddon" in one fearful heart at a time.

A brilliant leader with the mild manner of an old-time matter-of-fact

country doctor soothing a frightened child is just what we need.

The fact that our "doctor" is a black man leading a hitherto white-ruled

nation out of the mess of its own making is all the sweeter and raises

the Obama story to that of moral allegory.

Obama brings a moral clarity to his leadership reserved for those

who have had to work for everything they've gotten and had to do

twice as well as the person standing next to them because of the

color of their skin. His experience of succeeding in spite of his color,

social background and prejudice could have been embittering or one

that fostered a spiritual rebirth of forgiveness and enlightenment.

Obama radiates the calm inner peace of the spirit of forgiveness.


Speaking as a believing Christian I see the hand of a merciful

God in Obama's candidacy. The biblical metaphors abound.

The stone the builder rejected is become the cornerstone... the

last shall be first... he that would gain his life must first lose it... the

meek shall inherit the earth...

For my secular friends I'll allow that we may have just been

extraordinarily lucky! Either way America wins.

Only a brilliant man, with the spirit of a preacher and the humble

heart of a kindly family doctor can lead us now. We are afraid,

out of ideas, and worst of all out of hope. Obama is the cure.

And we Americans have it in us to rise to the occasion. We will.

We're about to enter one of the most frightening periods of American history.

Our country has rarely faced more uncertainty. This is the time for greatness.

We have a great leader. We must be a great people backing him,

fighting for him, sacrificing for a cause greater than ourselves.

A hundred years from now Obama's portrait will be placed next to

that of George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and Franklin Roosevelt.

Long before that we'll be telling our children and grandchildren that

we stepped out in faith and voted for a young black man who stood

up and led our country back from the brink of an abyss. We'll tell

them about the power of love, faith and hope. We'll tell them about

the power of creativity combined with humility and intellectual brilliance.

We'll tell them that President Obama gave us the gift of regaining our

faith in our country. We'll tell them that we all stood up and pitched in

and won the day. We'll tell them that President Obama restored our

standing in the world. We'll tell them that by the time he left office our

schools were on the mend, our economy booming, that we'd become

a nation filled with green energy alternatives and were leading the

world away from dependence on carbon-based destruction.

We'll tell them that because of President Obama's example and

leadership the integrity of the family was restored, divorce rates

went down, more fathers took responsibility for their children, and

abortion rates fell dramatically as women, families and children

were cared for through compassionate social programs that worked.

We'll tell them about how the gap closed between the middle class

and the super rich, how we won health care for all, how crime rates

fell, how bad wars were brought to an honorable conclusion.

We'll tell them that when we were attacked again by al Qaeda,

how reason prevailed and the response was smart, tough,

measured and effective, and our civil rights were protected

even in times of crisis...


We'll tell them that we were part of the inexplicably blessed

miracle that happened to our country those many years ago

in 2008 when a young black man was sent by God,

fate or luck to save our country. We'll tell them that it's good

to live in America where anything is possible. Yes we will.

Friday, 28 November 2008

IMAGINE

All deaths caused by terror are awful, no matter the number.
What is happening in Mumbai and Thailand is terrible and terrifying.

But...
Where is the news on the Republic of Congo?

Imagine.

Just imagine.

Six (6) million have been murdered in the past 10 years.
That is over a third of the population of the whole of Australia.
SIX MILLION!
And 4.5 million homeless and in despair.

Where are those war mongers now??You know the ones...the ones who sent us off for a fake war in Iraq....you know...the ones who said a terrorist group ( that had originally...and god knows how many NOW, a mere 3000 loosely affiliated members) managed to organise the horror of September 11 2001.
Where are they with their machines and hunger to kill in the name of peace, now?

Oh that is right they have moved on.

Every week tens of women flee the horror the TERROR of rape in the Congo...the 'spoils of war' include their girl children and some babies.
They are fleeing to nowhere in particular...a few agencies are trying to set up safe places...there are so few of them and so many women.

Imagine.

Six million dead...
Over four million homeless without food, water, housing, clothes, safety.

And what is the world concerned about???
The nebulous, the paper-trailed, the pretend, the elite world of economics.

Meanwhile back on the ranch........

Sunday, 23 November 2008

STUG

More and more often, so common now is my own personal experience of STUG that it has become a part of who I am.
Life is, becomes overwhelming, but not as stunning as STUG.

Memories, rememberences, smells, thoughts, tastes, feelings of loss create in the gut, in the stomach, the heart and just at the back of the throat this welling and powerful sensation.

STUG.

"Sudden Temporary Upsurge of Grief."

It is recongnisable, real and complex. It has been documented apparently, and now is an acceptable sense that affects those people ( mainly) who have been through trauma.
Loss of children, babies, parents, partner, loved one.
Now I feel it including the loss of dreams, hopes, expectations, aspirations, beliefs, desire.

It makes me human.
It makes me mourn for the loss of so much.
It makes me torn ...between the past and the present.

It makes me wonder like in a frantic flurry, where to quickly put, hide, store, secure my feelings.
That is the immediate sense straight after recognising the present STUG in its full force.

I feel half way between mad and real, between despair and care, between horror and hope.

It makes me weep.

Loss, passing, finished, gone, forever, letting go.

STUG.

I will accept at this stage it will be forever with me, on and off, till the end of my time.
Let it be.

Friday, 21 November 2008

From my Cradle to His grave.

They met during the war in Holland.
She fleeing the Nazi invasion away from the capital to his small village.
His family took in her family and she fell ill with meningitus.
During her long recovery and convalescence he realised he loved her.

They married and had two small boys and took off to a faraway land to start anew.

They arrived and were interred into a camp where they met others who became fast friends for the rest of their lives.

Soon they were farming, a common plan for the Dutch immigrant.

My family met theirs and became friends. My brother visited often and I was born.

He died a week ago.

He was buried last Wednesday.

I attended and remembered, was going to remain still and silent but realised that sitting there in the little chapel I was one of those who knew him the longest.

He was a strong, quiet, sweet man. They had been married for 62 years.

Their daughter is younger than I but I remember her being one of those rare children who shared her sand box willingly.
She has grown to be a sweet and caring woman and an attentive and loving daughter.
She will be living with her mum, caring for her in her aloneness and and her final years.

Her mum is a delightful, generous, giving human who through her tenuous and frightening beginnings has shown the world ( and me) how to be a true woman. Not one fussing with looks and clothes and such, but one who can turn around and give you her attention and her hospitality.
I love her.
I love him.

My memories are from my earliest beginnings.

He is now gone in body, but I am grateful to have been taught that the exotic peoples who move around the world and fill up countries with their labour, stories and hopes texture our lives forever.

I am glad we are no longer a country built on the 'White Australia Policy' of yore, and I look with anticipation to those who still come here with dreams and hopes and desire to contribute.

Thank you Bob for showing me a wonderous world of plants and trees, of animals and safety.
Thank you for being in my life.
You have a wonderful family and you have endured.

Rest forever in the love that surrounds you.

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

A Good Start!

“Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk.

Martin Luther King walked so that Obama could run.

Obama has run so that you can fly!”


Overheard in a North Carolina polling place line:

How long have you been waiting???

About 200 years?


A Good Start!

“Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk.

Martin Luther King walked so that Obama could run.

Obama has run so that you can fly!”


Overheard in a North Carolina polling place line:

How long have you been waiting???

About 200 years?

Thursday, 6 November 2008

How One Oz Academic saw it.

The moral power of the president

By Helen Pringle

Posted 5 hours 4 minutes ago

Barack Obama and his family arrive on stage to greet supporters at Grant Park

In his victory speech, Obama invoked mythic themes in the history of generations who had known both desperation and glory. (Reuters: Jim Bourg)

The question that many people are asking after the election of Barack Obama to the presidency is what difference he can make. Specifically, will his being a black man make any difference - or will Obama turn out to be a fairly conventional president, no different from the other 43 presidents of the United States except with a black face?

A lot of people have speculated that Obama will not be able to accomplish a great deal, and that hence he is sure to disappoint the high expectations he has raised in the hearts of his supporters.

This view rests on a misunderstanding of the presidency, as much as it concerns an assessment of Obama. There is only so much that any president can do, given the checks and balances of the American political system. A president cannot make laws, and what he can accomplish in domestic affairs is bounded by the support he can muster from Congress, and is bounded by the limits imposed by courts.

And that is as it should be in a democracy. As Rod Tiffen recently remarked, a politics of checks and balances is much to be preferred over rule by an all-powerful autocrat able to impose his will and policies on the populace.

Along with from the formal authority attaching to the role, however, the president also has a moral or symbolic power that is chiefly manifested in what he says and how he speaks, particularly in the course of speaking directly to the people. President Theodore Roosevelt had this power in mind when characterising the White House as a "bully pulpit", a platform from which policy could be advocated, but also from which people could be moved and inspired to thought as well as to action.

The effectiveness of the moral or symbolic power of the president comes as much from the persona of the president as from the office of the presidency. A president embodies the collective values of the people, and reflects those values back to them. For all his success at economic policy, President Clinton did not use the moral power of the presidency well.

James Carville famously advised President Clinton, "It's the economy, stupid." And there is no doubt that the economy was issue number one in this election too. People did cast their votes on economic issues, but the significance of the result went far beyond bread and butter. In his victory speech, Obama invoked mythic themes in the history of generations who had known both desperation and glory in "the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that 'We Shall Overcome'."

Walter Fisher has noted that the presidency "is a dramatic place, a stage for conflict between heroes and villains, a ground for myth, ritual and legend". Barack Obama's supporters recalled not only Abraham Lincoln, but also Shakespeare's kings from their schooldays. One contributor to the website 538 invoked Henry's speech on St Crispian's Day, "That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse". Even for a cynic like me, this was a day like no other, where mythic themes did not seem misplaced.

In his campaign speeches, Senator Obama constantly reminded his supporters that the election was not about him. "It is about you," he would note. That is, he argues that the measure of his leadership is not what he is able to impose, but what he allows others to accomplish and to be. The President is the image of America to the world, but he is also the image of America to itself. And Americans today are seeing a very different self.

Dr Helen Pringle is a senior lecturer in the University of New South Wales' School of Social Sciences and International Studies.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

A Letter to America

Dear America,

First of all this is a delightful surprise and I want to thank you for the most amazing gift.
Thank you so very much.

Many years ago we had a love affair. I loved you so very much. I loved so much about you..your strength, your generosity, your art, your theatre, your boldness, your kindness and compassion and I really loved your jazz.

I loved you till I could taste you in my food and hear you in the accents coming out of the cinema and the television.

I was a devoted fan. But that was long ago when I was young and callow and before I knew the physical pain of desertion.

Now you have connected with me again.

I am proud of you.

And I feel a love affair, a new love affair, one that is more mature, more equal and more honest than the previous one coming upon me and I am excited and touched with a breeze of expectation.

You, America, have not let me down this time.
I have waited for you for a very long time and now you have raised yourself up, recognised your faults and want to come home to the bosom of your lover.

You are now forgiven.

I love you, America.

Thank you for today. You have done well and I for one am going to revel in the delights of a new dawn a new day and a new hope for all of us.

Well done.

Your loving friend,

AAES.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Thursday, 30 October 2008

Society

I have to smile wanly at McCain standing up and saying something about Obama wanting to share the wealth.."And that means you!!" he screams...then adds embarrassingly...'YOUR wealth!'...

I heard some rednecks being interviewed from a southern state ( Christ aren't they embarrassed???)...saying in their uneducated twange...
"That Obama fellow is a terrorist. He is a Muslim, he is NOT American".....
I cringe on behalf of my intelligent and marvellously well read and well hearted American friends when I hear such tripe!

And so to the big bogey man of "Socialism"...
Listening intently to those who are professed died-in-the-wool-gun- loving, vilifying ( gays, non religious, black, freedom of choice, anti woman), Republicans showing their palpable FEAR of socialism and sprouting like it meant, FACISM, or TOTALITARIANISM, or DICTATORSHIP, or COMMUNISM....makes me nod my head in despair of the American education system.

Society is the oil of life. It denotes those who live in agreement with each other to hold certain principles and ideas that benefit the majority.
There is "Social Capital" which accepts the importance of people, their skills, their involvement with the local community.
There is "Social Norms" where the law revolves itself around what is considered 'acceptable' in the society in which we live, work and are concerned about.
There are "Socials" where people gather together to enjoy themselves, for the good of the community and themselves...showing support and a cohesiveness that binds the group.
There is "Social Security" ( something Americans are NOT good at)..whereby we agree as a society that we will put so much of what we earn toward Government who can then create a safety net for those who 'fall through the cracks' and require support and help.
There is "Social Health" where an agreement is reached that all people should have the right to medicine and hospitals no matter their financial circumstances.

All the above are parts of a good 'socialist' system that lies within a democracy.
It is fair, reasonable, inclusive, compassionate and enduring. It does not depend upon the luck of the draw of where, when and who you were born to, or of the opportunities that may or may not come you way.

When we invest in the 'group' we are vaccinating OURSELVES against hardship.
Hardship that may include break and enters, crime, unwanted children, hatred, ignorance and despair.
If we think about education, health, infrastructure, ( roads etc)..we can see that by 'investing' in these through agreement, through our governments, through respect for the needs of others ( eg childcare even though 'we' may not have children), then we build upon our society and our social capital to make a caring, compassionate and more productive society that knows the needy, poor, sick, hungry and dispossessed will be given the basics to human life and dignity.

Encyclopaedia Brittanica
Socialism is; social and economic doctrine that calls for public rather than private ownership or control of property and natural resources. According to the socialist view, individuals do not live or work in isolation but live in cooperation with one another. Furthermore, everything that people produce is in some sense a social product, and everyone who contributes to the production of a good is entitled to a share in it. Society as a whole, therefore, should own or at least control property for the benefit of all its members.

Socialists complain that capitalism necessarily leads to unfair and exploitative concentrations of wealth and power in the hands of the relative few who emerge victorious from free-market competition—people who then use their wealth and power to reinforce their dominance in society. Because such people are rich, they may choose where and how to live, and their choices in turn limit the options of the poor. As a result, terms such as individual freedom and equality of opportunity may be meaningful for capitalists but can only ring hollow for working people, who must do the capitalists’ bidding if they are to survive.


So when those poor of the USA are afraid of the way McCain sprouts his nonsense about 'sharing the wealth' he does NOT MEAN THEM...he is talking to the rich, the wealthy, the middle classes...so the southern poor should understand this..

AND
Why is it that in this election those who are labelled 'Republican State' or whatever go along with it...why aren't they pissed off and want NOT to be taken for granted by ANY Presidential race!!

SO
Don't be afraid of Socialism, my American friends...
You should be far far far more afraid of the inherant joining of church and state...believe me.

Oh Good luck ...and I pity you if you chose to go down the path of the status quo....

THE WORLD IS WATCHING WITH HELD BREATH...DO GOOD!

Monday, 27 October 2008

It Won't Be Long Now!

Good luck to all those in USA for your future.
Go vote.
Go vote !!!!

And when 'god' in his almighty wisdom secures Obama as the next president can I please read a report from Palin that she accepts his almighty wisdom and backs his decision 100%...or is she not ready for god's justice???

Back to the drawing board America....get off the religious gravy train and get back to business.

Cheers and all the very best....

GO VOTE!

Thursday, 23 October 2008

Prophetic




Quote of the Week
'I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.'
Thomas Jefferson 1802

Sunday, 19 October 2008

A Book to Read Online

It won't take you long.
As I read ( linked given to me by Number 2 daughter), my mouth went dry, it flew open, my eyes could not believe this work...my heart beat faster, my muscles stiffed in ready for flight or fight and I felt a sense of unbelievable unreality flood over me.
Then I opened the second link.

Relief in laughter and delight.
Have fun people, but be afraid..be very afraid of what is possible in the strange world of American authorship.


http://forums.thevine.com.au/default.aspx?g=posts&m=447#post447

Second link:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0533091020/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top/103-5214894-0655813

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

Quotes and reviews

There are some writers and some who review their work who clarify better than most the observations of the 'outside' world on the United States of America.
These comments speak for me.
(With thanks to the "Weekend Australian's Review" section of Oct 4-5 2008, Miriam Cosic and Ronald Wright.)


Miriam Cosic reviewing Ronald Wright new book "What is America?"

"American contradictions exist at many levels. A country whose core values are freedom and equality was built on violent dispossession and the slave trade."

"The wealthiest and most powerful nation on earth cannot give adequate health car to its citizens or rescue them after natural disaster".

"...Screens the realities of conquest, the unconscious use of words that call "all white victories battles and all Indian victories massacres" as the Grand Fire council of American Indians told the mayor of Chicago in 1927. "White men who rise to protect their property are called patriots, Indians who do the same are called murderers."

"America is different, White says. "There is no other country in the Western world where half the population are creationists. There's no other Western democracy that executes so many people. There' s no other Western democracy that has no universal health care."

"Christianity can be all things to all people and this kind of American Christianity is very much that Puritan fundamentalist extremist strain of the people who lost the English Civil War and got booted out of Europe," he says.

"The strain flourished in isolation and informs that heartland of America (ie Republicans)."

"The American frontiersman came to rely on his gun for protection and his own reading of the Bible to explain the world."

"The Marshall Plan turned Europeans away from fascism and towards liberalism and prosperity after WW11, with an effectiveness beyond the dreams of the architects of the Iraq war."

"(This) was the moment at which the US admired for bravery in war and generosity in peace , eclipsed Britain as world leader."

"The secularisation and amelioration of religious certitudes, which Europe has experienced, did not play wout in the US."
The horrors of two world wars, experienced on home soil, had something to do with it. "Europeans did finally wake up and realise they had to organise a new order based on co-operations."
"And the ability of sophiticated thinking to permeate society must also have had an effect. The essential anti-intellectualism of the frontier mentality has prevented that in the US."
Puritan fundamentalists don't want to deal with intellectuals who know that the scientific facts don't support what they believe in. That self reliant man with his gun and his Bible doesn't need the soft city elite to explain the world to him."
"In fact those liberal elites so despised not only by the heartland but by those politicians and commentators who enjoy stirring it up are more akin to Europeans than they are to the rest of their coutnrymen. So polarised has the US become between liberalism and libertarianism that Americans vote as they are barracking for their football team."

"The whole Jeffersonian ideal of American democracy is based on the assumption that people will acquaint themselves with the facts and vote accordingly. Half the electorate isn't doing that. "

Friday, 10 October 2008

Twenty Nine

I rang to give greetings for the birth anniversary
and to say what a wondrous experience it was
To produce the baby, the child, the woman
and to let her know how much she was wanted.

"Oh ugghh" she replied. "Why would you want to
squish a baby out of your genitals?"
I was taken aback and replied;
"I would recommend it to anyone, especially men!"

Later as I walked along the streets of this place
I reflected and mulled over her remark.
I wish I had said a few things in return
But knew that it would bring drama.

One thing I thought was;
"If you allow just several men entry
then why not a baby an exit?"
But how crude that would have been, even if true.

So I hold myself quiet for the sake of peace
And smile with a delicious secret
That the greatest gift of all is to choose
Life, through love and desire.

Thursday, 2 October 2008

Bars

Little people playing behind bars
Children plumped together like so many pillows
being pushed and played with but
no love.

Little people crying behind bars
fenced in to make them safe, to keep them
like pets in a window ready to be picked up but
no love.

Little people hankering behind bars
pretending to understand why they are second
to the big people's work, their lives but with
no love

Little people staring through bars
no smell of warm mum and strong dad
abandon all hope ye who enter there is
no love

Little people grow through the bars
fast, hurriedly, like a lightening strike
And they will strike one day where there is
no love.

Little people numbed through the bars
of their lives, lived on the fringe of their parents
Little people second to others, but learning fast their own selfishness
for love.

We will pay
We will pay
We will pay
and wonder
Why they don't, can't love.

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

Judgement?

It was nearly two hours drive. The road was busy for it is the most dangerous place to put yourself these days, on the main drag along the filigreed edge of the Australian East Coast.
She is sitting beside me talking, reminiscing, talking, bitching at times, memory racing along with the hum of the old car.

The spring day was like summertime...and the living was not easy..this was a 'duty' call...and call to arms..well to family.
Turning off the inadequate so called 'highway' we are stuck behind a caravan....big, lumbering, rich arseholes with the logo on the back ; "Spending the kids inheritance"...how I hate that kind of cute selfish declaration..
"Shitheads "I want to call...
"Stupid...your kids are your 'eternal life' for chrissakes!!!"

Eat...she says..where will we eat?
Get dinner!!! We need to get dinner..don't know when I will eat again...have to eat...
Well it isn't 'dinner' it is 'lunch' but I sigh and say nothing...
Round and round looking for...?
A TAB!
Need to put a bet on...he has a horse running out west somewhere...it might bring me some money...find a TAB.

Roll the eyes surruptitiously...
Park...get out...she races off...he leans on me;
"Where she going?"
Into the bottle shop.
Why?
I will find the TAB...see? There in the pub over the road...lets head off, she can catch up.

How do you bet? Do it for me, she whines...

Sit eat and grit your teeth..."YOU haven't got anything nice!"
I roll my eyes..they say it is a sign of contempt...I don't feel contemptuous.

Find the street..there it is..
Step out of the car and into....

Oh hell...step into hell.

Smoke stench...newish house (4 years old??) mess, mess mess...and there laying spreadeagle sick man...oxygen, cigarettes to hand, lighter...a plasma screen silently splashing scenes of scruffing footballers...mouths silently screaming..

Hiya..who? Yes..how are you? How do you do...ah..we finally meet...how is he?
Spectres of strange siblings come out of the woodwork...silent broken children wander about like ghosts in out in out ...through doorways..don't know who they are.
A man is dying here...
A life not very well lived..one of violence, overlaid with violence, overlaid with sex and money and drugs and ...on and on ...violence...
No longer viable..

Can't breathe..the cigarrettes I forget about ..it is not the smoke it is something else...the oppression of the poor pretending to be rich...it is awe full...it is sticky with anticipation and tension, stress and death..so so sad but so full of rubbish, computer in the corner, leads everywhere, tv, 'electrical servants' and more mess...
One child is heating up takeaway fried rice...the other disappears into a closed darkened room..whisper whisper...
Other teenagers fill the room, silently with brooding nothing ness...ahh that is what it is ...hopelessness...meandering boring hopeless drug addled nothing ness...

The 'partner' doesn't eat...must stay thin...must stay thin....living on coffee coke and her cunt.

Horrible most horrible...no wits..just staring at a glass darkly...for no reason.

I step out.

Breath deep and start to cough...lungs feel filled with fumes.
Fumes of smoking, fumes of barely bareable boredom...

Life is hard, harsh, horrible and hopeless.

But;
They are doing the best they can with what they have...no
no
not money,..
But headspace, thought less minds, hope less hope...

My heart sinks and feels their useless future...and I think...
They are here, they will survive, not for how long, but for who with.

We leave and fill our eyes with the sunshiny sea, the hot swimming day of the beachside suburb...
We leave and smell the Norfolk Island trees and meander back to our place northward in the sun.
Having said our goodbyes..another one bites the dust and we are poorer for it all....but richer for knowing better.

Vale

Saturday, 20 September 2008

Heaven help us all....

So no matter the faith of the good citizens of the USA most believe in angels and daemons...what the hell is that all about?

Time to start the new revolution that wipes out poverty, elitism, gaps in education, wealth and power and most of all ALL religions.

So:
Turning fifty five was not so bad...I am already considered invisible, dismissed, no sexual, old, past it, alien, insignificant.

But I am morphing finally into a veritable honey of a grumpy old woman....
I am not going to stand things any more.
Things like;

Being invisible,
Dismissed,
Non sexual,
Old,
Past it,
Alien,
Insignificant.

I am finally going to be a force to be reckoned with.

Friday, 12 September 2008

To the Moose

The head as large as a man's torso lolls in fake sleep
The eyes are smeared closed and the handsome head
once tall is fallen on the ground.

His pride taken too soon for the wheels are in spin
of a viciousness beyond understanding
grins self righteously above.

The body of the slain is ok once it exists
"We can't discount war, we can't take your gun"
spoken with glassey eyed arrogance.

The glint of the killer lies, it lies, it kneels beside
the precious beast of a glutton-ness.
And to the horror, besides, a child.

She plays with words, she plays with guns
She pretends her woman-ness to give into power
She is a disgrace, a killer, a child abuser.

"Take her out! Take her off! Take her away"
this fake woman, this gun-toting hockey mum
Pig with lipstick, shit house female.

The blood of the lamb is on her hands
The blood of the future will be on yours
Refuse this ball-less man!

Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Spring has Sprung

I walk.
I walk along.
I walk along to the sound of my footsteps.
I walk along to the sound of birds, dogs barking, the wind in the sheoaks and the sea shusshing.
I walk along alone as my lover can no longer walk too far.


Spring has sprung and thoughts turn again to my dad.
He always loved the spring, he said, because it was a time of renewal.
It was a time to replant and watch things grow.
And it was the time that I was born.

I am calmer now.
The anger is abating with the new lease on our nation.
It is one I am wishing for the USA.
I am hopeful, but cautious.
They couldn't really vote for a man so old, so missing the point.
For a VP who can hold a gun, hold a gun to her 17 year olds belly
full of unwanted fetus.
"Right to Life" whilst holding a gun, a rifle, a machine that is just for killing.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Still I am hopeful.

Thursday, 14 August 2008

My land.

The pink line spread like a stain across the horizon
The sea rose to the occasion and shimmered in its hope
Light azure tinged the heavens and frost glittered the ground
where the sun was yet to strike.

As the spluttering morn flowered, the grass bent under the chill
and surprised the eyes of the coastal dwellers.

Swingeing along the road side later in the day
the bush was holding its breath to greet the higher temperature.
They said it would reach eighteen degrees at most
but by eleven it was twenty five and this being winter it amazed.

As the native growth bid its blooms to hold back
Our wattle, our emblem, was trying to escape before time.

No sport, no 'win', no competition can compare
With the soft beauty of the Australian leaves
framing with sage green the softest puffs of gold
The wattle and her ethereal existence, here only for a moment.

Sunday, 10 August 2008

Tenth August

How clever. How very clever.
Wait until the most nationalistic fervour on earth is at its peak.
Wait until the 'world's' eyes are diverted from the 'real world'.
Wait and then march in to invade another territory.
Tsk Tsk Russia you are behaving like Israel or USA!!
Thought you had learnt you lesson.
AND you took 2000 lives and what does the world do???
Yay, scream, shout, applaud..their atheletes!!

If it were American lives then what???
Another 'war on terror'???

But no...'they' mustn't be like 'us'!!!

And Yankee land...YOU have no right to condemn anyone...by your behaviour
you have to stay out of it...leave it to the UN...You Yankeeland owe UN millions of dollars
in unpaid dues...so your morals are at an all time low.


Today is the anniversary of a man, asking kindly of my old dad, may he marry me.
Thirty five years ago.
It seems like five.

It has been hell.
It has been sweet.
It has been my life.

Cheers!

Friday, 8 August 2008

Oh Gawd!

And so it begins....

NO NO NO
May London be the last "O" ever!!! Please.

It started with people running in ancient times, ( well men..whoohoo!!) naked and barefoot.
The modern "O" began with countries kindly helping send their reps to other nations to be 'ambassadors' for them..to spread peace and goodwill.
They were 'amateur' atheletes who did their 'training' in their spare time.
They were good natured and naive about the world.
They did their best and came home to a rousing welcome.

Now it is drug infested, commerce invested, trained till they are sick and broken.
They are held up as 'heroes' ( which they certainly are NOT).
They are paid handsomely and are sure of much loot if they drag home a bit of metal.
The country pays for a special 'school' to be opened, a 'university' to train them while our arts and theatre slumber in the dregs of our souls.

Countries who pay millions to just be 'put up' for the next hosts shift their homeless, bury their grubby little secrets, destroy homes, buy out for a pittance those who 'get in the way'. They shut up free speech, they quieten dissenters, they paint on the face of the Olympic whore a mask of well to do and smarmy nationalism.
It is at best a pathetic diversion and at worst commercialism gone mad!
It is dangerous in this day and age to encourage more of the US and THEM mentalities amongst those in the world who are already so self obsessed and full of fervour and lust for their glory.

This little black duck is not having a bar of it...I didn't last time and I won't this time.
Bugger the lot of them!

Enough! Enough! NO MORE!

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Missing Persons Week

It is missing persons week here in Australia.
Does it count if the missing person is the person you are missing?
Or that the person isn't exactly 'missing' but just not in contact very often?
It is horrific to know your loved one is overseas permanently and he is too thoughtless to contact you and to reassure you he is fine.
I am tired of this type of loving.
It is exhausting.
Enough.











Sunday, 27 July 2008

Introducing

Introducing my second great nephew.

FOR HIS GRANDMOTHER

She stands atop a parapet, on an island in the Channel
She looks with stillness to the north
To England and her ancestry.

He swings the video camera wide, zooms in on the tidal mound
And back again to the swishing waters
of the English channel closer to France.

She huddles down in her 'travelling' coat, cheeks touched by a collar
And half closes her eyes to the autumnal winds
That blow from her English ancestry.

He moves the camera round to the land, tight to a bevy of shops
and back again to the figure standing there
of his wife of thirty nine years.

She looks dreamy but cold up on the lookout, older and younger at once
she turns her head to spy him filming
Across the English channel.

He says, off camera, to the side, all at once, muffled
"What are you doing here? For whom do you wait?"
She doesn't even turn as he approaches, camera rolling
and you see her stillness broken.

She says:"I am waiting for a lover to come and take me away".
He chuckles but there is a sadness in the voice.
We women of a certain age, know, that what she says is real
half joking half aching half remembering girlish dreams.

We who have been loyal, faithful to one man for so very long
know that there is a taint of dismissiveness in our men.
We who have born their babies and fed them well
Have memories that at odd times make us ache.

And so to my sister-in-law-newly-made-a-grandmother
This is for you.
I shall not have a grandchild any time soon,
But I know that of which you showed in the video
taken by my brother on the Jersey Islands that day
And I ache along with you.

Friday, 25 July 2008

Friday, 18 July 2008

Monday, 7 July 2008

For 8 July


Once upon a time I knew a little boy who grew into a bigger boy.
I knew him quite well and marvelled at his ability to think, read, care and remember.
Then one day puberty hit and I lost my little boy.
He stopped talking.
Now he is far far away and has been for 6 years.
I see him for maybe 6 days a year.
I 'hear' from him about once every two months for 5 minutes.
I don't know him ...

But..I have memories and they are bitter sweet.
As are my sister's for her beloved second born soon to be 31 too.
The pain is awful.
And on bad days I wish it on them 10 fold, that kind of pain, so they could say;
"Oh I wish I had known how real that pain was for my mum!"

But it can't be.

Wishes and prayers do not come true.
Life is choas and life is delicious.
But life is also fragile and swift.
And in the end...the only thing that matters is love.

And with the passing of time,
All our mistakes, all our bad choices, all our shames and disappointments are blown away in the wind of time.
None of it stays long enough to matter for one second after we are dead.

And I find comfort in that.

For 8 July

Once upon a time I knew a little boy who grew into a bigger boy.
I knew him quite well and marvelled at his ability to think, read, care and remember.
Then one day puberty hit and I lost my little boy.
He stopped talking.
Now he is far far away and has been for 6 years.
I see him for maybe 6 days a year.
I 'hear' from him about once every two months for 5 minutes.
I don't know him ...

But..I have memories and they are bitter sweet.
As are my sister's for her beloved second born soon to be 31 too.
The pain is awful.
And on bad days I wish it on them 10 fold, that kind of pain, so they could say;
"Oh I wish I had known how real that pain was for my mum!"

But it can't be.

Wishes and prayers do not come true.
Life is choas and life is delicious.
But life is also fragile and swift.
And in the end...the only thing that matters is love.

And with the passing of time,
All our mistakes, all our bad choices, all our shames and disappointments are blown away in the wind of time.
None of it stays long enough to matter for one second after we are dead.

And I find comfort in that.

Nutrition

THE FINAL WORD ON NUTRITION:
After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here's the final word on nutrition & health:

1. Japanese eat very little fat & suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat & suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

3. Chinese drink very little red wine & suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine & suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

5. Germans drink beer & eat lots of sausages & fats & suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

6. The French eat foie-gras, full fat cheese & drink red wine & suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

CONCLUSION: Eat & drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

Thursday, 3 July 2008

WYD-Jesus Christ!

Soon the city of Sydney will be unindated by the holier-than-thou-self-righteous-mob calling themselves "Christian" and "Catholic", which most are neither.
The World Youth Day is coming to our country.

I would not mind if they were coming here quietly to practise their get together in private, as religion should be.

However the police have just been given extra powers to stop people;
WEARING T SHIRTS THAT MAY UPSET THE POPE!!!!
Jesus Christ.
NO PROTEST MARCHES OR UNATTRACTIVE MUSIC ALLOWED!!!
Jesus Christ.
NO ONE IS ALLOWED WITHIN A CERTAIN RADIUS OF A RACE COURSE (where is it is being held) WITHOUT DUE REASON.
Jesus Christ.

The public transport is going to be under strain.
There can be no handing out condoms or any material that encourages birth control!!!!!
Jesus Christ.

And so here he is..the believer in the one true god who needs to be hold up in a bullet proof car, mobile, room etc.
HE tells all those poor women to 'put their faith in god' when it comes to their lives, their fertility and their husbands, yet he cannot do it himself...

Seems like one rule for the man holding the dick and one for the poor women who believe in him.

Bugger off back to Italy, or Germany, or wherever the hell you came from.

Until you treat women with equality and respect I have no time for you!!
Jesussss Christ!

Tuesday, 24 June 2008

Advice

Advice for older people to help with their memory loss



Aww Shit I have forgotten!

Monday, 23 June 2008

Forms

They inform and reform and perform for you
They tell you who and how and what to be
For we who believed and for we who noticed
are left behind in a fug of confusion

They tell you who and how and what to be
demanding the shape and size and contours
are left behind in a fug of confusion
Now show ourselves at last to the nation

Demanding the shape and size and contours
delivers to others a sense of comfort as we
now show ourselves at last to the nation
kicking aside the twisted minds.

Delivers to others a sense of comfort
A sense of their self as they imagine in their eyes
kicking aside the twisted minds
That leaves them to cajole and rock in subjugation.

A sense of their self as they imagine in their eyes
is nothing but a child's view of itself
that leaves them to cajole and rock
as they take YOU, your fat, your ugliness to heart.

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Bereft of control (over a tree root)

There is no reason
no purpose
no sense.
Only foolishness
a feeling of rage
of intensity
of loss.

There is no reason
to stamp
and to moan
to sweat
and toss
should leave it alone.

There is no reason
obsession takes over
thoughts mingle
with anxiety
and they make
no sense at all.

There is no reason
barring fear
and pain
to mull over the situation
and lose a days life
for it.

There is no reason
to behave like this
to leave your reasoning
to a useless object
that does not matter
in the least.

The reason is
loss
lack
bereft
control.
The reason is
self
gone
choice
missing.

At the mercy
at the warp
at the weft
of Life.
It has taken it out of me.
I am done.

Monday, 16 June 2008

Tell Me

,
Tell me, doctor sir, if you have the time
Tell me, doctor sir, why charge the price you do.
Oh I know, doctor sir, that you have study long and hard
But that was years ago
And I know, doctor sir, that you have many bills to pay.

Tell me, doctor sir, why is it that you are so greedy?
Is it, doctor sir, because you can be?
Oh I know, doctor sir, that there are overheads to consider
But you are one of a select few in this town
who can see a patient right now.

Our Government, doctor sir, pays you a good living
Through our taxes, doctor sir, you are sure of payment.
Tell me, doctor sir, how would it be
If every time you needed help you had to pay
half of your weekly income?

You don't brook any excuses, doctor sir, for not being able to pay
You even charge if the appointment must be broken
No excuses, doctor sir, you say.
Our health is our life, doctor sir, we have no choice in this
But you, doctor sir, have us by the balls.

So, doctor sir, I say to you, when next you need a friend,
Help in putting out the fire in your house
or the collecting, doctor sir, of your garbage.
We will, doctor sir, charge you half your weekly income
And see how you like the feeling.

Friday, 13 June 2008

WHAT?

Five thousand US dollars a SECOND.
This is suppose to make it easier to imagine.
But it doesn't.
Five thousand dollars a second is the cost of the war in Iraq...
All based on a lie...
And that is not even counting the cost of lives.

And now they want to make noises towards Iran.

What the F***!!!!

Wednesday, 11 June 2008

DATE

She rang to say how excited she was that someone had asked her out on a date, the first one in over a year...'a proper one'.

He had seen her face on facebook and liked what he saw and was a friend of a friend.

She talked about it for three days.
A frisson in her voice that made her parents hearts lighten.

He turns up....late.
WRONG!
He turns up in a Porsche.
WRONG!
He talks incessantly about himself and how to make money.
WRONG!
He takes her, in the second largest city in the country, to a RSL club.
WRONG!
He talks about how to save money and how much he has.
WRONG!
They walk together to the cashier and he turns and says matter of factly:
"Of course you will be paying for yourself" as he removes his wallet from his pants.
WRONG!
She doles out the last note she has and has none left to escape from this nightmare by taxi.

What the heck is wrong with twenty something males.
I have been watching re runs of "Friends" (refused to watch such garbage the first time around, and besides I was busy with my life) to try and get a handle on the attitudes of ...me meme, me meme, and myself and I.

They are selfish, lying, conceited, manipulating, sneaky, misleading, dishonest, cowards. Did they really inform a generation? Or did the generation inform the performances.

This beautiful, funny, socially aware, feisty, honest champion of others is being short changed.
All these twenty somethings who are living with mummy and daddy, or are being supported one way or another by mummy and daddy, or who want another mummy to take care of them, and who can only talk about themselves and their greed..are they real?

I guess my darling girl will have to wait till she is 30 and the pathetic males of her generation catch up and grow up.

Sunday, 8 June 2008


She never dreamed big
She never dreamed large
She only ever dreamed a dream
of love and comfort and acceptance.

She never writ big
She never writ large
She only ever wrote passion
with love and comfort and acceptance

She never hoped big
She never hoped large
She only ever hoped for peace
in love and comfort and acceptance.

She never bore big
She never bore large
She only bore her children well
for love and comfort and acceptance.

So she grows old, big
She grows tired, large
She grows in understanding
of love and comfort and acceptance.

Friday, 6 June 2008

SUGGESTION

May I suggest John Edwards as running mate with Obama?

Thursday, 5 June 2008

Is it really all over?


Is it really done?

What to do about the poor in the South. Saw a programme on the "Jen" (?) township.
Oh dear...the richest country in the world..and the taste of slavery remains after all this time.

Wednesday, 4 June 2008


Aristotle: "What is common to the greatest number gets the least
amount of care. Men pay most attention to what is their own."

This is not an admirable thing.

This is one of those quotes that mean something other than what it could
be interpreted as.

As in;
"Australia, the lucky country".
This was written by one of our great home grown authors. People now
quote this as if it is 'true'...whereas it is a satirical statement referring
to how we abuse the notion of what Australia is and what it gives us.

We must be forever vigilant in our use of words.
They harm, destroy, misguide and distort.

They also can lead to honest observation, a caring notion and rally goodwill.

Tuesday, 3 June 2008

Julian Burnside, a man of morals.

In Law, Legislation and Liberty , Friedrich Hayek wrote:
“The effective limitation of power is the most important problem of social order.
Government is indispensable for the formulation of such an order only to protect
against coercion and violence from others. But as soon as, to achieve this,
Government successfully claims the monopoly of coercion and violence,
it becomes the chief threat to individual freedom.”

In the epilogue to his epic A History of Australia, Manning Clark wrote:
“This generation has a chance to be wiser than previous generations.
They can make their own history. With the end of the domination by
the straiteners, the enlargers of life now have their chance. … It is the
task of the historian and the mythmaker to tell the story of how the
world came to be as it is. It is the task of the prophet to tell the story of
what might be. The historian presents the choice: history is a book of
wisdom for those making that choice.”


Australians have a strong instinct for human rights.
Public and political rhetoric tends to favour human rights.
Although Australia does not have a written Bill of Rights,
we have a shared sense that some ideals are basic to our society.
Most of the basic elements of a constitutional democracy are
found in our Constitution, but others are taken for granted:
we tacitly accept them as basic and inalienable.
The American formulation “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”
is not only familiar to us from TV dramas; it is a pretty fair reflection
of our own assumptions. For most of us, the assumption remains untested.
The starting point in an argument about a Bill of Rights is that,
within the scope of its legislative competence, Parliament’s power is
unlimited. The classic example of this is that, if Parliament has power
to make laws with respect to children, it could validly pass a law which
required all blue-eyed babies to be killed at birth. The law, although
terrible, would be valid. One response to this is that a democratic system allows that government to be thrown out at the next election.
This is not much comfort for the blue-eyed babies born in the meantime.
And even this democratic correction may not be enough:
if blue-eyed people are an unpopular minority, the majority
may prefer to return the government to power.
The Nuremberg laws of Germany in the 1930s were horrifying,
but were constitutionally valid laws which attracted the support of many Germans.


Here is a man of the court system who is thinking, considering and morally attuned.
Thank heavens for Julian in our poverty stricken justice system.

Monday, 2 June 2008

Its a beginning!

Australian troops arrive home and more to come.


"Some 300 troops will remain inside Iraq, including the 110-member

security detachment guarding Australian diplomats and others in Baghdad.

A further 500 will remain in the region, including 200 sailors

aboard the frigate HMAS Stuart in the Persian Gulf.

As well as providing security, the Australian forces had

done everything from building schools, bridges and veterinary

clinics to training some 33,000 Iraqi soldiers."



SMH(2 June 2008)



PM promised it and he has once again delivered on an election promise.

It is but a beginning and after all this time being lead into

a foolishness for a second time ( the first being Vietnam) by the USA it is time

to save our own.

Hopefully next time we will think twice ( and maybe ten times) before we believe

them again.



Time to come home boys and girls..all of you!