poor widdle wuddy...

http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/stories/s2964788.htm

An article from ABC's opinion page The Drum on how the front page of the paper tells us what to think about and what to think about what we are meant to be thinking about.

Rudd's demise had a large amount to do with the extreme, unecessary, and unprecedented media pressure on his mining policy, and subsequently on his leadership. That good-old-fashioned national broadsheet bastion of conservatism and agression... The Austrlian... was the main culprit, apparently.

The evidence stacks up pretty well in favour of The Australian beating up the mining tax storm in a teacup. It also shows fairly convincingly how THE OZ helped to turn the issue into a battle for the Labour leadership instead of a piece of policy.

The Australian ran 12 front page leads on the mining row in 13 days. Such a run of Page 1 leads on just one issue is rare. By comparison, The Age and the SMH each ran just one front page lead on the issue during this time. The Herald Sun and Daily Telegraph ran no front page leads on the mining tax row in June.

You'd have to go back to Whitlam's sacking or the Vietnam War to come close to such a run of Page 1 leads on one issue. Even then, it's doubtful there was such a run. Was Rudd's tax on mining profits as big a story as the Vietnam War or Whitlam's sacking? Of course it doesn't come close.

Poor Widdle Wuddy...

on ode to bougainville...

Morwell,
you are one beautifully disgusting cunt.
the glass of your broken phoneboxes,
lays all over post office st,
a street named after the church.

the lady at the bakery has a gleaming stud,
right in her tattoo sun,
she grins and gives me coffee,
i tell her im getting one,
i’m going to get a tiger,
with ruby red eyes,
like my uncles medal,
he won for eating pies.

the finest thing you’ll ever see
is a price of ten bucks flat,
for a six pack of VB tins,
nowhere else has that.

tinnies all the time,
mon-wed-fri-keen,
whenever you want,
whenever you don’t,
my favourite fluoro green,
like slime,
slime that makes us happy,
slime that makes us sad,
slime that makes us fight all night,
slime that makes us bad.

in Morwell,
shit is never good,
but really not that bad,
she is what she is,
I like what she's like,
but she's oh so visibly sad.

so I say, I love you Morwell,
love you just enough,
for here is where the shit is real,
you’re honest and you’re rough.

my $2 worth...

Hey Hey Who Gives a Fuck? This shit is straight-up political advertising for stupid people. Direct political expediency. Play the straight bat to popularist outrage.. Pop it straight up to mid-off so he can get it back to the bowlers twice as fast. Repeat. A red cyclone of anger over issues that don't affect anyone unless they want them to. Worse than Howard. If he wins, the front-page-of-the-sun readers and the commercial radio shockjocks of the world will run the nation. There will be parliamentary debate about Kyle Sandilans and about what Kylie is wearing to the Logies. The irony of watching Tony squirm as he was seated next to a gay icon, a glam rock make-up wearing rockstar, and a gay man.. [That was a good speech, Lloyd. If I was 25 and liked cock, we could be something.]...

Yeek. Stay away from the children['s toys] Tony.
I used to love Plucka Duck, but never...you sick... yeah.. ugh.. anyway..

If you had approached any man at any point in the last ten years who had, at any stage of his life, been anywhere even remotely near the vicinity of a newspaper... or even his faculties... and told him that in 2010 Tony Abbott would be hugging Plucka Duck on a remade Hey Hey... as leader of the Liberal Party... with an apparent opportunity to win the election... he would found you creative and amusing. I love Hey Hey as much as the next card-carrying Castle dweller... but neither I, nor Darryl Kerrigan, will ever love Tony Abbott.

So here we have it...election eve[ish] 2010...

At least this is an improvement [entertainment-wise] on 2007's boring-off... all anyone cared about was getting rid of Howard and whether or not he would lose his seat... we did... he did... and Rudd turned out to be less 'same old same old' than his electioneering at the time suggested he would be... so much so that towards the end of his first his term...he developed an actual ego [not just a smarmy smirk]...lost his mind... and tried to actually change a small something about the way the nation works...got his head cut off for his trouble... so damned pestilent...a series of events which has paved the way for...

DUN DUN DUN....

Gillard vs Abbott 2010.

The Maintain-the-rage-ing Idiot Lefty Unionist Unmarried Childless 'Barren' Ranga Radical Atheist vs The Crazy Christian Child-eating Ovary-kicking Raging Right-to-Life Anti-IVF Anti-Queer NeoConservative Mad Monk...

At least shit is interesting nowadays... or should be anyway...

Since Jules triumphantly headbutted her way through the highest glass ceiling in the nation, she has done nothing but deaden and dumb down Labour's existing policies in a disgusting case of political expediency. Power Corrupts... even you Jules, you pig. Rudd was slipping in the polls, so the caucus cut off his head and with it the head from his most progressive policies. Take back what's ours from the hands of big business and no offshore asylum seeker processing... Many have argued that Gillard's maneuvering since taking control has amounted to wise and necessary political posturing that will ensure Labour is returned...

I think I might disagree.. to a certain extent.

While I agree that the mining industry's advertising campaign was killing Rudd, and that Gillard did the right thing by offering the olive branch to the multinationals...{if i hear one more commentator call international mining conglomerate corporations "miners"... grrr..}... I think Labour could have and probably should have given alot less back to the big-wigs in the re-negotiation over the extent of  the tax... With opposition like Abbott, I think Labour were too hasty to go back on a decent looking piece of policy to pump up{(possibly temporarily)}flagging polls. Especially when it came out a week later that the concessions given back to the mining industry were $3bn a year more than Labour estimated they would be when they announced the 'new deal'.

The new policy is a highly bastardised little cousin of one of Rudd's more notable 'ideaz'... further evidence towards the case that nothing ever gets done, and probably never is going to get done, around here.

Abbott starves his dog. Severely and without remorse. He loves the word 'brand' in relation to the reputation of a political party. Getting the brand out there. Improving the brand. Like all advertising and brand management... deceitful, untrustworthy, say what they want us to say... avoid this shit at all costs. Go on, fool the stupid for your own benefit fuckwit. Brand Abbott, the blind rabbit.

Policy over personality, people.

Labour saved this depraved economy with the stimulus spending that the coalition voted against. Under the conservatives, no one would have been able to rush out and buy new white goods to return consumer spending and confidence to the Harvey Norman economy... unemployment would have been through the roof. Labour bought the budget back to surplus faster than they said they would. They Libs said they would get no where near doing so in an even longer time frame. Morons hang their votes on the empty claim that the Libs have the 'economic credentials' to run the country.

Labour doesn't have enough 'left' left in her to do any serious 'damage' to the economy through changes to I.R. Laws or 'capitulating' to the unions.

The Worker's Party  mentality is dead. Despite their new leader's former life of lofty egalitarian rhetoric, there is no serious push from within the party towards increased left or union influence.

Both parties have no real policy on climate change.
Both party's believe that the best policy here is to argue with the other. Full stop.

The Liberal Party is a fucked unit. They are either purely outdated or purely objectionable in all areas of policy. They have no policy except no. They are against seriously trying to change anything, ever. A vote for Abbot is a vote for irrational Neoconservatism. George Bush with bigger ears. Try to keep things how they were, despite how they are now, and how they will be in the future. Fuck the future. No gays, no abortion, no IVF, no boat people, no services. Cut, cut, cut public spending. He is running an election campagin based on a platform that basically amounts to "don't vote for Labour..... because they're gay."

Fuck off Abbott.

Economic 'conservatism' is arguably defensible by rational argument.
Social conservatism is defensible only by arguments I have absoutely no time for.

And Labour entertain the idea of an internet filter.

A vote for Labour is a vote for not enough change,

Hey Cunts,
Vote Green,please.
or...

If you're a negative creep who hate hippies, plants, animals, and future generations..

At least vote for something you really know and care about..
Don't vote for Abbott because he is not a woman and not a hippy.
He is a retard.
He is a shit bloke.

Vote for The Australian Fishing and Lifestyle Party.
or try to resurrect the Lower Excise Fuel and Beer Party.
Just don't vote Abbott. He wants to eat your children and rape your wife.

Or if you're most interested in loving than fighting or politics,
If you like sex..
Vote for The Australian Sex Party
Vote Sexy in the Senate!
Fuck the idea of censoring the internet!
We love fucking!
Fuck yeah!
Fuck!
Don't vote Abbott!

tea and niceties...

[Alright laptop… by my head…
where’s wally
goat-yeah.
and getting essential
and existential
with bob cuts
mixing blood
AKA
why
I
mightn’t
marry
or whatever]
by me and the outmyHeadbutpleasdontfuckCases]

7yuc zhd2**paranoid android.[ the robot by the ‘better’ person]

please could you stop the noise im tryin a get some REST?

from all the unbornchikkenVoicesinn my head? [book, brook, book]
huh whats’s that??

when i am king you will be first against the wall
with your opinions which are of no consequence at all [too'cool'..me. not good me]
huh what’s that??

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaambition makes you look very ugly [to me..it’s all mine …you’re not an ugly person]

kicking squeeling Gucci little piggy [I can’t help myself]


“you don’t remember “why don’t you remember my name [i now know it’s not true]? off with his head. off with his head man. why wont he reme mber my name [why won’t he forget…it’s not worth it]?”
“ “ I guess he does_[spot on]”



raindownraindown come on raind down on me
froma great height. from a gra/eeaa haaaeeeeeiii. haaaeeeeeiiii
rain down rain down come on rain down on me
froma great height. from a great aaaaaaaeeeeee
raindownrain down come on raindown onme.
froma great heightfrom a great



“ “that’s it sir youre leaving”[you’re making a scene]the crackle of pig skin
The dust & the screaming the yuppies networking
the panic the vomit
the panic the vomit
god loves his children god loves his children, yeah!

dxoigmn**subeterranean homesick alien/.
[but I’d be alright. I’m just up-tight]

pack and get dressed
before your father hears us [fuck that]
before all hell breaks loose [fuck that. loose. No.]

you can laugh [i..just can't help you]
a spineless laugh [full of soulful ignorance]
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you [humanely]

now we are [not] one
in everlasting peace

[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
sddksuhvs**exit music(for a film)

spread a little lovin'[different direction]..again... just don’t ask for it back.

I7yci7cyi**let down.

one day. I am goingtogrow wings.
hysterical and useless [17ycicyi**let down. hysterical and useless]

you’ve been gone long… you’re coming back… never coming back…

[cup of tea in the morning light…everything’s alright…now..she.. makes my man healthier ‘wealthier’ [can’t help myself]and wiser]

karma police**??id6890

karma police arrest this man he talks in maths he buzzesLikeAfridge hes like a detuned radio.

karma police arrest this girl he rhitler hairdo is making me feel ill [I preferred the old one. my fault not theh airs]
&we
have
crashed
her
party.

tHis is what you get. tHis is what you get. tHis is what you get when you mess [with with everthing/s]

your heart’s [really is] a [fucking] mess [, mate.]

(phew for a minute there I thought I lost myself

fitter happier [than me.yeah] more productive
comfortable
not drinking too much [too much../too young]
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)[too many. people should pay me to lift their heaviness]
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries [who..will/you..will..love/I..will/love..you/love..them/not..them?]
at ease [not true. wherefore?
more.]
eating well (no more microwaves dinner and saturated fats) [sounds..delicious and decadent. i’m never right.]
a patient better driver [when hell boils over]
a safer car (baby smiling in the back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams) [I/hope..for her]
no paranoia [doubt the same. doubt the different.]
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then) [me me
me me.
whiskey
alluring
ever and ever,
nonono.]
[stop using your right arm to type,
slow down.]
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on Sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark. [afraid of very little.
pretend to be brave.
shit myself when you/I...try.]
or midday shadows [or gameshows.another million tortured.
coming from your cunting colour television.
can’t help..myself]
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace [a much...muchbetter pace.
full stop!
end of non-existant argument.]
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape [‘escape’.
his word, not mine.
should ‘escape’,
if you can stand it.]
now self-employed [maybe then.]
concerned (but powerless) [close to the bone.
you cutting cunt.]
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism) [cut/close to a paranoid,
now.]
will not cry in public [or show affection.
just not the way. notfair.]
less chance of illness
tyres that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in the back) [shot dead
in a dumpster]
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva [no way not.not evernot.]
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that s driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness) [really really gets
my little goat.
Bleat, bleat,
bleat your heart out//
little goat.
no-one will listen
it’s the way it was
way before you
won't go away.]
calm []
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics
[I know I’m wrong]
[I can’t help it, I can’t help myself, I can’t help it.]
[I will.]
[regardless]
[but this is why, this is why….this is why.]

the man in the pigpen knows the way winds blow
feelin’ down...?I’ll come around.I’ll pick you up.take you out.coming back.Never

gg yhf**climbing up the walls

I am the pick in the ice
do not cry out or hit the alarm
we are friends till we die y

its always better wwwhen the light

is off [deleting it]
its always better on the outside

eitherway you turn I’ll be there [when you want]
open up your skull I’ll be there [if you need]
climbing up the [your] walls [not literally. sorry.
sorry. okay.]

I’ll take a quiet life. a handshake some carbon monoxide [no, no , no}. No alarms and no surprises. No alarms and no surprises please.

**the tourist.523654357374437443743333764375697569700

it barks at no-one else but me like its seen a ghost. I guess its seen the sparks a-flowin [blowin’ in your sisters collection.
we like harmonica.
you don’t.
fucking pub trivia.
mate.], no one else would know.
sometimes I get over charged that’s when you see some sparks. They ask where the hell im going?? At 1000 feet per second.
hey man slowdown. Idiot slow down. [idiot slowdown./now.]

you just [kinda] wasted my precious time.
don’t think twice, it’s alright. [100%]

don’t think about today.til tomorrow.
everybody must [stop] get[ting so] stoned..[or else]

myxomatosis poem

crud was a smarmy cuntbag,
his smirk was full of shit,
but if this “ranga bitch” gets voted out,
we’ll be stuck with rabbit.
and on the fan he’ll shit.