Statement of Belief
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Screams from the Stalls
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This is the quality of Senator we currently are blessed with here in Australia.
This creature votes on matters which affect us all. His decisions are often critical to our welfare. Not that I have ever noted him as voting for our welfare. He normally votes in his own interests.
The Government of Australia, led by our Prime Minister needs to condemn this creature in the strongest possible terms and must move to declare his seat vacant!
Then we were treated to the following from Malcolm Roberts, One Nation Party Senator.
He must be pulled into line, publicly, by he party leader, Pauline Hanson and his seat also declared vacant. Just like the space between his ears!
Such is the Government we are currently blessed with!
Found in the ‘TRUTH’, a paper from Perth.
Published on July 16th, 1910
as that terrible THING
a Labor Daily Newspaper was about to be launched.
Reminds me of today’s politicians who so often are trained in the ranks of the daily press.
Free-swinging weather vanes
seeking their own benefit.
THE COMING LABOR DAILY,
As the Shadow of the coming Labor Daily
Simply falls across the ancient Penny Press
And she stops at once the song she’s singing gaily
Drops her gamp, and looks the picture of distress
Lifts her hands to Heaven in horror and distress.
As she gazes on the dreadful Thing in terror,
All her brazenness and hide dissolve in tears-
She exclaims, ‘Oh! Lord! I’ve made a fearful error
For I thought it wouldn’t come for many years— ‘
I felt sure my bluff was good for years and years.”
“Dash the thing! I wish that I had practised often.
Saying naughty wicked words and blasphemy,
For I do believe that cursing now would soften
And relieve this dreadful pain in my pinnee—-
I’ve an awful feeling under my pinnee.
“I suppose that, as I’ve claimed to love my neighbor
For so many years, the only, thing to do
Is to act the hypocrite, and smoodge to Labor,
Though I’m very, much afraid my chance looks blue—
Yes, I fear in spite of smoodging, mighty blue.
“Still, there doesn’t seem a bit of harm in trying
(All my tales have been believed in times gone by).
More especially as sitting still means dying,
And they say that dead things always mortify.
I’m not dead, though I’ve begun to mortify.
So I s’pose I’d better set the ball a-rolling,
By a ref’rence to the noble part I played,
Or my fun’ral bell will shortly be a-tolling,
I can see my ghastly shroud already made.
Yes I must set straight the bloomers I have made.
“(That’s not bad), and now, to butter up the workers,
I must point out (this requires a bit of stress),
That Australia’s pretty full of blessed shirkers-
Fellows who will not support the daily Press-
Chaps who’re always poking ‘borak’ at the Press.
‘I must tell them that I’m losing money, yearly
In my efforts to maintain their liberty,
And that they will find the project costs them dearly.
When they’ve followed up the game as long as me—
It has been a constant source of loss to me.
“I must not forget I’ve always said that Fisher .
Is a man of sound and democratic views
And I’ve always, been a backer and well-wisher
Of that clever little lawyer, Billy Hughes.
(Yes; I guess I pulled the leg of Billy Hughes).
“I am loyal, constitutional, and hearty,
But, if people want a Socialistic State,
I am willing to subscribe to any party,
I’m almost a Socialist myself of late—
Lord! I hope that my conversion ain’t too late.
“If there’s anything that I’ve, somehow, omitted,
Point it out without delay; the time is brief.
Moore no good? All right; he mustn’t be permitted
To remain; Tom Bath we’ll take now for our chief
Certainly; Tom Bath’s the man to hail as chief.
“Though my joints are stiff, I don’t mind even kneeling
Down to Tommy and his pals now any day;
If those fellows have a little bit of feeling,
When I kiss their feet, they’ll take the Thing away.
Oh! “Tm feeling sick. Please take the Thing away.”
It is not a resolution but a stubborn belief in the innate goodness of ordinary people which will keep me fighting against the evil we see in our overlords.
While one person remains free to fight the forces of evil and injustice, the world is not lost.
What is so discouraging is that so many of those who lord it over us are looking to reverse democracy and want to live in a past most of us rejected.
I sense a conspiracy from those who want a return to a time and a society which existed before the French Revolution.
I sense a return to the barricades
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes.
So here are the first two shots I am firing across the bows of our right-wing, conservative, monarch-worshipping, greedy and corrupt Government.
Laugh them out of office!
2017 already has its Word of the Year thanks to fellow Facebook conspirator, Tiffany Brown