'I-ain't-paranoid Point of Order' leaves Brown laughing.

On 'Freaky Friday in the other place', Sen. Bob Brown (Green, whatever) called the bastards a very Nasty Party. Brown, bereft of any ear for low humour, cracked up when hauled up on a point of order, and was asked to retract, for calling the Libs Nazis. I didn't catch which Lib stood up, but he gets my WilsonTuckey Memorial Gooseneck for to tow his ass away with.

The rest of the day was bi-polar for us little folks.
Howard's gang seems to be spending a great deal of electoral energy destroying Labor's links to both it its financial resources (unions) and its talent pool (student unions). Evidently the young Howards copped a bloody caining in school and they sure as hell got long memories. Are these people really mature enough to compete in an efficient 21st century way? Or has this nonsense totally corrupted the Howard government's ability to take us where we need to be.

The god floggers (Fielding) have achieved consensus with Shatan and gone off to con the cuddly little stooges who pay good money for their deity's patronage. (With singing to drown out the wailing and nashing outside.) Barnaby, bless 'im, has the faultless excuse - "The white people of Dogpatch elected me to parrot the deprofundis, I wuz just following horders, mate now fuck off, I got a peasant to pluck." Er, for clarity Nasty black/white sentiments have now, of course, moved to the socially accepable NeoNasty rich/poor plinth.
If you're both poor and black, or rich and white, you won't see any difference. If you're Jewish, just kick back and enjoy the peace-and-quiet. This, happily, is not about race, religion, colour or any other old business. This is about greed and the Aspirational Blindfold our bone-lazy electorate has adopted.

Damn dog's chewin' propper, again!

You can take the Boy out of The City but he'll still poo on your lawn.

It's Rex! Waddaya mean who?

Jurasic Stones

How many times have the conservative bleetocracy pointed their pointy bits at the 'disunity' and 'inconsistencies' among progressive plodders, satisfied we represent no clear and present danger. Well, they're bloody wrong!

[In the early nineties I got my Ninja coding arse sucked into Chaos math, fractals, etc., and my tiny mind fell over, again. I was a hippy during Vietnam. I traded a Uni education for some principles and wound up knowing a lotta stuff I wouldn't otherwise have known. I also missed a millennium of shoulders to stand on so don't expect anything other than fuzzy logic and some bizarre notions. The vision is, however, clear and built on a sound, generalist/elitist overview.]
Where was I . . .

What you see as disunity and lack of gruntlement in the left is not a weakness, as supposed by the right. It is a powerful enabler - 'diversity'. Something the 'singing-from-the-same-hymnbook' conservatives don't seem capable of grokking.

The rise and rise of the influence of the progressive side of the blogosphere is proof of the power of such diversity. The right, as ever, see lefty blogs as rabble, powerless and laughable. The differences in opinion among the left validate these writings in the same way that science validates some theories and consigns others to the pointy pile. I see them as historical gems because they represent the mass perception of history (Chaucer), rather than analytically-correct, political jargon (The Winner's Version).

Whether confused and bickering among themselves or distilling a perceived reality, the process is dynamic and ensures that conservative ideologies are the most likely to repeat the mistakes of history and progressives are more likely to step in unforeseen shit. Humans are the planet's top predator. We exist on the very bleedy edge of survival, totally dependent on on an overabundance of things to consume and the delicate web that supplies them. We now number over six billion, and we will depend more and more on our ability to maintain complex electronic processes.

Surviving the sheer complexity of the planet's woes will require real diversity in all of us earthlings. It is, after all, that very feature (also called adaptability) in H. Erectus that got us to planet-wide domination in the first place. An upright ape, a rapidly changing environment and a growing intelligence were enough for a species to evolve away from a three-billion-year-old blueprint:

"specialize, find a viable niche, fuck like fury and pray for diversity in your offspring - the weather may change and maybe one of your weeds will survive to recolonize and, maybe, hog some sun for a while".

Erectus exploited an improbable iteration in this fractal landscape:

Julia #1
wily humans could've been soft, squashy pink bugs hiding meekly away from the fast-food bar in the world outside. Indeed, we lost most of our abilities to do anything other than to hide our improbable self-awareness under the darkest bushel we could build.

Julia #2
Wiley humans could've been big-nasty-bastards bellowing through chest-long fangs. Forget the forehead, make the world outside a somewhat more productive place to roam. Kind of like competing in the free market, but riskier.

There are other combinations, they're called 'life on earth' (or 'Ge' as a few old Greeks prefer to think of the rock it's growing on). But, I bifurcate . . .

Julia #5.9x10^19
Shitferbrane humans wound up naked, smart, naked, powerful, naked, nukular-armed, naked, paranoid pale pink grubs that clothed their testicles in superstition. We became 'self-aware' biological machinata, like bastard children with no comforting parental assurance. We became mental beings with no heritage, no other entity we could call mum, or dad - no obvious role models in a strange universe.

It's way past time we got over the boogies we brought with us down our own long and risky experiment. We are no longer true Darwinian norms. It's time to take charge of our own little destiny, it's time to apply a little more of that reverse logic that Occam enjoyed.


Credit & Copyright: Stephen Thorley

Before all this industry and science the abbos knew, and some still do - those stars you see up there are your ancestors. We are children of the universe - not many life forms, anywhere in this universe, will ever lie on their backs at night and experience the vertigo that comes from looking down. I don't know about you, but I feel bloody honored, awed and humbled to have been part of it. Fuck god! Consider the probability that I should be sentient at this point in the Cosmos' history. Wow.

Even if you've slept through it, or hid behind some fact-farting priest, it is up there and we're still naked.

Be paranoid, by all means, but remember, with enough diversity some will survive to party on. Humans are the first "Collective Intelligence" to gain a foothold on this planet, perhaps any planet. If that's not important enough to earn us a pat on the back I don't know what is. Computers are rapidly enabling the next step in our pseudo-evolution - massive parallel communications (Collective Intelligence). Forget Artificial Intelligence (and any wannabe designers traveling that road). It will only work if the entire human spectrum is used, many of the perceived weaknesses in human behavior are, in fact, weaknesses in a society that maintains irrational fears. Facing the unpredictability of the next iteration demands maximum diversity, frank or fanciful, and only trusting the simple rules - Occam is recapitulated in fractal geometry and chaos theory and, without tipping Gummo into apoplexy, dovetails nicely with Heisenberg the ditherer.

Conservatives, historically, will continue to line up for showers at religious theme parks and pray for the Asteroid to crash somewhere else. They'll still be there next time you look up, cast in Jurasic stone.

I love compost.
Yu'd never know I've been talking to the worms all day.

CPA Terrorist Accessorises Angry Driver

"I thimply athked him to fet'th my Fewawi and bling! . . . "

Federal tallywhackers are searching for a disgruntled lemon wrangler - AKA B. S. Fairman.

Somewhat Left of Zen

Thanks to a yank hillbilly/hippy moment on NPR via NewsRadio, the recounted story of a poor country farmer's son who planted up a crop of sunflowers. His neighbours, all, reckoned he was crazy to plant a field of oilseed when there weren't no money in it, to which he replied, "I can't afford the van Gogh!"

There it is - the thaught I have most mornings, suddenly has a window I can shove it through; to the straights, all jacketed and suited in sensible heels; to the clever people you can't argue with; to those so blindly rational that Occam actually complicates common sense, and to the layabouts on the Left of the Oz specrum: your limitations are your own invention. So is pretending to be a buddhist everytime you have a zen moment.

[theOther: you've done it in your pants again, haven't you!]

erhoo.

Oops, a One-Party State is a very Chinese Democracy

Once again the Flute gets it down to the nitty gristle.

To paraphrase theBomber's luminary doorstop the other day -

"We will win the next election if we are ready for government and if our policies are appropriate"

Really makes him sound like a tough, street-smart battler for the underdog, no? Fair indication that he's swanning in a different lake these days. The ALP's betrayal (or is it defection?) is far harder to take than Howard's insane carnie geeks, but, it may just create enough space for a viable third party.

[Eh?]

Maybe it's time to start using this virtual 'single-party democracy' before we actually trade places with the Chinese. Maybe it's time to join the bloody Democratic Greens Party®. Merge the two little guys and swamp the new party with bums on seats. Aim for a million sign-ups, real paying, voting members who aren't necessarily loony hippies or desperate Nats, and who understand preselection. Rebadge 'Left' with something out of this millennia - 'family' No?

If union members paid just half the fees to the Party that they pay to Union arseWipes then the Union arseWipes would pay to join the Party. Before any ALP members are allowed to join, there must be a period of "truth and reconciliation". And a flogging.

[Whoa hip, you're a pacifist and they're cow's cocks]
OK, tell 'em to bring money, then.

Silly as this sounds, politics is fast becoming our last legal resort. I wish somebody would talk me into getting off my pointy bum and joining an after-blog 'Grog & Local Branch Meeting'. Maybe we could learn to blog it in.

[That's it, we're stuffed.]
I gotta stop telling people hippies aren't naive.

You don't have to fight for your rights, you do have to work at it, though. Volunteer before you're conscripted! Join a party in droves, chuck [vote] out the deadwood and don't rely on the MSM. Revolutionary ideas travel best from door to door. A people's party is just that, not a machine, just a choice for disaffected lefties who've strayed to the Greens, Democrats, One Nation. Most especially that large, very silent group of rural voters who know something's wrong, but the [toadly] barons like Dick Honan own the bloody shire and all who reign on her.

Now, blokes like Barnaby Joyce, sheesh - sorta shows how ready we are for a leader with a catchy phrase -

"Fuck off a minute, I'm thinking about my electorate".

Ozwok - Battle of the Blands

Chef Harunobu Inukai at Galileo Restaurant.

In a testament to the mystery that is feng shwa (?) a colourful Sydney WokSlinger slapped his Kendone Coathanger Tee and says, "Where else we gonna find a City this bent?" Sydney was reluctantly chosen after Gosford's Hautnoshery insisted on real estate as the celebrity ingredient.

Sydney: if I were a WokWalla in Tinkletown, I wouldn't go near the seafood. Considering the the ever-growing pile of compost and dark tunnels, it makes sense to feature the local fungi.

Hmm, Honey'd mushies 'n bush greens - Bang that gong!

Civility is Exognomic

Is there enough room between a hillbilly and a hippy to qualify as an exonome? Yep.
The Flute (personable tv game host) asks the Hard One - "Has blogging changed our lives?". Lordy, that's deeper than my bog's plumbing goes, but it does point to something I've been pondering . . . Do Exonomes (as Brownie nicely defines 'em) see blogs the same way as the Social Elites© - those who don't feel quite so alone in a crowd? Posting is all about cammo paint, anon.com, approval, attention, hypocracy, great ideas, generational wisdom; all the stuff that pub lunches were made for. All available in the greater blogopolis where the entertainers and the audience mix freely and happily mug each other.
To all of us who quietly watch and secretly learn what it is to be civilised, this is a great medium. Each of us has part of the answer and agreement isn't arrived at by voting, but by a negotiated consensus - the better answers come from a holistic view, an eclectic eye - something Exonomes should have a knack for.

Probably, almost, a valid excuse for being there. . .

Link
AUSTRALIAN and British military legal advisers frequently had to "red card" more trigger-happy US forces to limit civilian casualties during the invasion of Iraq in 2003, according to one of the Australian advisers.

Colonel Mike Kelly, writing in the Australian Army Journal, says the junior partners in the coalition forces succeeded in reducing civilian casualties and reinforcing the legitimacy of the invasion to topple Saddam Hussein.

In the most detailed insight yet into the secret rules Australian forces operated under during the conflict in 2003, Colonel Kelly, who went on to become a senior adviser to the Coalition Provisional Authority in Iraq, said for Australian forces to open fire the enemy was "required to visibly carry weapons while deploying for an attack".

Defence sources said that under more relaxed US rules there only had to be a "reasonable suspicion" that the person was an enemy combatant and a threat.

Australian F/A-18s rarely ventured into built-up areas during the conflict to make strikes, and on occasion pulled out of bombing raids at the last minute when it was realised civilians were in the target area.

Uplate: John, if your yank mates don't learn a bit of decorum they can bloody well pack up their toys and go home. I'm not sure we need the "World's Dummest Grunts" on our side . . .

Pre-emptive Bodyline

The last, great umpire, fading light, piss bucketing down. Can our Flatulent Flanneleers possibly give all this local colour away for a zero-tolerant video robot. It is after all a Social sport, wot. Insist on real people taking responsibility for their own googlies. Like when the bastards get around to murdering Fidel.

Pacifism for Profit

The trolls reckon that pacifism is trafficking with the enemy.
As war is slaughtering the enemy I feels inclined to go with the proven capitalist notion that trafficking doesn't actually bugger your market. China knows this and has headed the People's Plumbing off toward the Gulf. While the Cheney Administration stakes America's future on Middle Eastern Oil the little yellow buggers have an equally huge future tied up in that not happening. Even the Comrades have gone a tad lasses-fairy on everything else, but not Big Oil.

I cannot see our beloved cousins leaving this bone to chance. Unless all those underground tests were about cheap fusion reactors being braught online in the next twenty years, then it's lights out for all but them on the hill - and won't they (us?) make shiny targets!

A little more of the Sir William of Occam's Depilator will ingeminate the fact that the "insurgency" and "civil war" rhetoric is a smoke screen for the main game - and as such, is what Sir Jo used to feed the chooks whilst getting on with his own hillbilly empire.

Iraq, without Sadam, would be the same shitty mess nomatter who kicked his ass - tribal rivalry throughout the region was put on hold by some arbitary lines pencilled on a map after the 1914-18 market realignment. The lines are no longer arbitary, the new maps show thick pipelines and the non-democratic organisations that will collect their taxes from it and protect it so long as the return is reasonable. The smell of anarchy is everywhere . . . would somebody on the left please note that the "workers' party" wasn't built to represent intellectuals, the time for polite discussion ended with Regan and Thatcher.

Combet's Strange Critters

Bloody outside Thunderbox . . .

tilted hippies . . .

Environmentalism is the banging shithouse door that the hippies are finally going to be able to barge through and screw us all.
-Anonymous CityFolk

Nope . . .
Remember, it was the little furry dudes who survived the blast that boned the dinosaurs - No hippy I ever met gives a whit about you or your concerns. We prepare for the world we know is coming, and when you've dug your hole deep as hell and pulled the sky in after you, we'll dance on your graves.
Hippies don't have to decide that life's a compromise, I'm really just a reminder of the eternal childhood that others, Qixotic, tilted away from. I watch you - and shake the leaves out of my hairy bits - and wish to fuck you'd leave my old windmill alone!

All truth is enemy to those who suffer combat, it's anathema to a steady hand.

(It's rumoured that R_Cobb made this sketch from the 'jockey' that Uncle Frank knocked off a Little Johny Howard's front lawn. This is clearly the vision Howard has when he talks about the FTA.) To R_Cobb, declothing the Empire, still.


Depleted Uranium Ordinance - Clever people, them trolls. While the rest of us were worrying about how to safely export nuclear waste somewhere else, the people who braught you Bob and Dolly Dyer have found a win-win solution:
Dump (with extreme prejudice) value added nuclear waste any place they don't plan to visit. Of course, you'd need an enemy the size of Iraq to move a decent quantity.

The topic deserves better research but, try this (E&OA): D.U. is mostly U238, the more energetic U235 having been refine out; an extremely toxic metal, it ignites on impact (sparklers over Bhagdad) and results in a plume of Uranium Oxide dust (which is why they promised to bury it for a zillion years). I could rabbit on about mass, velocity and kinetic energy viz ablative penetration but that stuff is the "gee-wiz" shit they distract you with.

The WHO states that exposure levels from contaminates are negligable, even close up, even in the long term. Your call. IMO the World Health Organization is a drug cartel. Consider this - the DU projectiles are "Dirty Bombs" and bits are recyclable; just one or two fragments in the New York subway would shut down the city for a week, WHO recommendations would be trampled in the panic.

By the time the oil runs out in Iraq the humans there will be in the iron age. By then, I imagine, "Big Oil" will have morphed into "Big Uranium" and will just happen to own a whole bunch of holes in an already-poluted far off place. Now that's genius, my old hat is trooly off to this mob.

If daVets who fire this stuff day in, day out are such heroic superheros that they can ignore having their nads fried, then they might consider their unborn children. And everybody else's. We're supposed to leave this planet a fit home for for our kids to live in!
"It's not Uranium 238, gunner, it's just the muck from an old battery." Hand's rock steady, fer cack's sake.

Rex and the Kitty

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