Category Archives: reflective writings

Just a Little Bomb, Far From Anywhere.

Yesterday, I was at my local sportsgound bowling cricket balls when I got into conversation with a another old curmudgeon. We had a conversation which veered from the abundance of sportsgrounds in Perth compared with other Australian cities to the joys of finally having a Labor Government. He had been born in Keir Hardie country a long time ago. Yes, That was Glasgow.

We talked about secession and how Western Australia was almost a different country to the rest of Australia.

He then developed an idea which has me thinking about my place in the world.

I have always been comfortable with Perth being so far from anywhere. Bali is closer to Perth than Adelaide. There is a huge sparsely populated stretch of land between Perth and any other major settled area in Australia.

My chance-met mate started talking about Morrison’s (remember him?) major war of words with China. How that relationship is becoming more and more difficult and how even our new PM may not be able to sort out that particular problem. That China was looking to have control over as much of the Pacific and Indian Oceans as possible. While India and Indonesia may be a little large to simply take over, Australia is very much a gnat compared with the China fly-swatter.

We Aussies may look on our resource sales to China as a conversation between equals yet there will always be a sense in the background that if we do not give them what they want, they simply need to take it from us.

Then came the words which continue to concern me.

If China wants to make a real point with Australia. The sort we cannot refuse, they have the perfect way!

Not the method Russia has taken with the Ukraine where everything Ukranian is being destroyed.

Perth is so remote from the rest of the world, so far from everything China wants from Australia, that one simple little nuclear bomb on top of Perth would damage nothing China wants! The fallout will not damage any major assets and the people China want to talk with will still be in their comfortable Sydney, Melbourne or Canberra offices.

Just that one small nuclear weapon would certainly get the attention of our leaders.

And the thought of it is disturbing what used to be my fairly comfortable 3am thoughts!

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The Future of Humanity

We need more like this.

After COVID-19

I have been noting the excellent coverage by the ABC of the current COVID-19 pandemic. It has been comprehensive and, with the help of Dr Norman Swan, understandable.

There is one area in which it can be improved.

Yes, we need to know ‘new cases’.  Sadly, their continued use of the term ‘total infected’ is a misnomer because some have recovered and are now, theoretically ‘immune’.

The ABC could improve and add a column to their COVID-19 statistics.  We need to know how many have recovered! They are the herd who will protect us with Herd Immunity.

They are also the cohort which would make a very good source for nurses, carers, hospital cleaners, meals-on-wheels people and other front-line workers.

No longer able to be infected, sensible use of sanitising would allow them to do many of the tasks for which non-immune people require so much protection.

Obviously not all recovered COVID-19 patients would be interested in doing caring work but a reasonable percentage will be and they should be fast-tracked into those very necessary roles.

In this time of crisis, we need to use every resource at our disposal to lift our nation back to some form of normality.

Final Solutions

I have got through nearly 75 years of human society with a determined sense of (twisted) humour. This Government is now destroying that sense of humour.

Threats of the Indue Card on all welfare recipients, unashamed corruption in our governance, continual cuts to services yet our taxes keep going higher. The do-nothings who are allowing climate change to destroy, not the world, but our place and our future in it. They are turning me into a humourless and bitter old man.

It is not the young people these fat cat conservatives need to fear. It is the old people who have maybe a year or two at the most to lose. They will be the ultimate activists. The ones in pain, the ones with no dignity of life left. They are the ones who look so helpless and vulnerable and exploitable to our rulers and can get close to them for self-serving photo-shoots. And they are the ones who will remove those rulers from the scene!

Not permitted to end their own suffering due to the religious dogma of a few of our masters, the old aged political activists will be the ones to start the revolution. With nothing to lose but a few months of pain and suffering some will choose to make their passing count and help make a better world for their Grandchildren.

Old activists who refuse to go quietly. The ones in pain, the ones with no dignity of life left. They are the ones who will look so nice to our rulers and they are the ones who will remove those rulers from the scene!

But I jest. It will never happen, No politician has anything to fear from those who refuse to go gentle into that good night. Those who are tired of whimpering and want to go out with a meaningful BANG!


I Am Earth

Gleaned from Twitter in Sept, 2017.


I can’t remember the day when I was born
I can’t recall the creation of that very first morn
I have been through a lot of changes since that day
And I have decided that I am here to stay

Life has abounded on me for millions of years
But now I am changing, it brings me to tears
My temperature is rising and so are the seas
My air is polluted and I struggle to breathe

Ice shelfs are melting, glaciers as well
Eventually it’s going to be hotter than hell
My symptoms are there for all to see
And my condition is caused by humanity

I would be fine if it wasn’t for man
And that’s what is so hard to understand
I can exist without you, but not you without me
So shouldn’t you be taking better care of me?

I am the planet, third out from the Sun
There is no other like me, not a single one
Live on me and look after me, show your worth
For I am your life stream, I Am Earth.

Komrade (@recneps51) on twitter

Thoughts on Wot We Speek

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. ~ Jack Kerouac

Who wouldn’t be confused by a language where a pastry is a sweetmeat and a pancreas is a sweetbread? ~ Anon (my favourite writer)

“It is often forgotten that dictionaries are artificial repositories, put together well after the languages they define. The roots of language are irrational and of a magical nature.” ~ Jorge Luis Borges

“Correct” spelling, indeed, is one of the arts that are far more esteemed by schoolma’ams than by practical men, neck-deep in the heat and agony of the world. ~ HL Mencken

“The older I grow, the less important the comma becomes. Let the reader catch his own breath.” ~ Elizabeth Clarkson Zwart

The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary. ~ James D. Nicoll

“The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.” ~  Oscar Wilde

Those who only use language to throw crude rocks are vulnerable to its sharp and deadly rapier thrusts. ~ Anon



Stopping To Think About It.

I think most people honest-to-Gawd believe the Papist date “is” the “real” date because they never stop to think about it.

I suspect, also, that most people do and say most of the things they do and say for exactly the same reason: they never stop to think about it.

I know this sounds brutally cynical, but at least it explains the religious and political behaviors of our species, which otherwise seem totally beyond rational comprehension.


Social Security or Welfare?

Here in Australia we had a taxpayer-funded Social Security System.  Government created and sold as a Labor and Union based idea, there were, perhaps other forces at work.

Having seen what happened to their ruling forebears in other nations when several very nasty events occurred, warning bells began ringing. It became obvious that there are limits on how far it is possible to drive a group of people into poverty, hunger and hopelessness before that group band together and fight back. Those nasty events included Robin Hood and the French, Russian and Chinese Revolutions.

Western Society and its Bosses, for the leaders never go away, developed a safety net against these Revolutions which were aimed at those rulers who became to rapacious and too greedy. Designed to remove the risk of a populace which was three missed meals away from a revolution. Perhaps, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett were being unduly pessimistic when they wrote in Good Omens that ‘It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.” Maybe it is after a week of absolute hunger, maybe after three years of being demonised and starved. Eventually the peasants revolt!

It was called Social Security. Originally designed to ensure that every one of the poor, oppressed peasants could eat, could clothe themselves and have a roof over their heads, it served the very rich well for a number of decades. It worked. The Revolutions stopped happening.

Then, in the inevitable effluxion of time, a glitch appeared in the system. Just as those who had never seen the effects of a forgotten disease began to rail against the vaccinations which removed those diseases, so the descendants of those rulers who set the Social Security net in place forgot about its hidden purpose.

Suddenly, ‘Social Security’ became ‘Welfare’. Suddenly ‘Welfare’ became a burden on Society. Suddenly our rulers, exploiters, self-appointed leaders forgot that they are human as well. And subject to mortal limitations just as are all their subjects, serfs and slaves.

Welfare was able to be cut, removed and denied. The exact opposite to what Social Security was supposed to be. Just as that extra couple of brandies has no apparent long-term effect, so cuts to ‘Welfare’ have no apparent long-term effect. It is only after the alcoholism becomes unmanageable, only after the revolutions begin again, that long-term effects become noticeable.

And incurable.

Because there is a hidden meaning behind ‘Social Security’. The hidden need for the rulers, the ultra rich, to protect themselves from the ruled, the ultra-poor. It is the rich families who need the security of knowing the servants won’t kill them in their beds. Of knowing that their factory workers will not put them up against a wall and shoot them.

It is THEY are whose Social Security is at stake and they are the ones who will suffer when Welfare is cut too many times and to too many people.

No Longer a Laughing Matter

My reaction to senseless and incompetent power is to laugh at it. To disbelieve in its permanence. To trust my fellow Australians to make fun of these ultimate tall poppies and to cut them down to size. To use satire as a weapon.

Yet the results of the recent Australian elections have shown me, and many others, that political life is no longer normal. Obvious lies, corruption and incompetence are now not only recognised but accepted and voted for. An attempt to offer inclusion, truth and repair was rejected out of hand.

I seem to have lost my sense of humour, my view that if we laugh at these Banana Republicans, we will defeat them. Satire has been outdone by reality, in so much of the western world.

Frustrated reader, it is not only you who is starved of inspiration. On Twitter and Facebook, where, in the past I found so many posts with a satiric twist, the inspiration has dried up. This is going to be a hard three years. I am also starved of the required ideas and am reduced to homicidal rants.

I have always said (well since 1975) that democracy is a dictatorship of a very small majority. That is now being shown in spades all over the Western World.

Many are asking questions about what we can actually do to fix the sorry state of Australia’s governance. I can see nothing which can legally be done.

Writing letters or sending emails is satisfying in a small way but effectively useless. Taking to the streets is a limited action. A spot of genuine, murderous anarchy is something we can privately hope for yet not publicly condone.

We are being reduced to the level of serfs and slaves; a situation which never ends well for the civilisation which goes down this path.

What follows is not a threat or a call to arms. It is a simple prediction based on history. Because we have seen what happens when the oppressed reach a state of complete desperation. In Russia, in France, in China and much more recently, in the Arab Spring.

The current leadership of our nation will probably escape the capital punishment they deserve by growing old faster than the revolution grows. But their replacements are going to feel the wrath of all who have been starved and humiliated.

The lucky ones will suffer through show trials. Those who are less lucky will find a gory doom in their offices and in the streets. And many who are functionally innocent will also suffer because they have chosen to profit from the evil and not spoken out against it.

Just as they always do in a revolution.



First written in 2010, and repeated several times since,

Perhaps it is just age, perhaps it is a souciant cynicism or perhaps I am reading the signs aright.

For much of Homo Sapiens’ existence, the species has not had liberty. Economically the early families and tribes could not afford it. Then the tribes and the nations had to band under a leader for protection against other tribes and nations. The leaders varied in their character but the most successful were always ruthless.

Then, about 300 years ago, an idea appeared. Based upon a failed experiment in ancient Greece a new system of governance was attempted. Democracy.

And it seemed to work. At least the leaders were accountable at regular intervals. Accountable to the general populace.

Or were they? Or has the real leadership gone into hiding and is now playing with the elected leadership as puppeteers play with their toys? Feeding them three word slogans instead of policies for the good of the people.

Liberty has been a short-lived heroine. She is dying today, as she did in ancient Greece. To find the killers, follow the money and the influence.

Yes, Rupert Murdoch. I am looking at you!

You and your masters!


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Gaia’s Dawn


How Long To President Pence?

OK! I Accept that Trump has been elected President of the USA.

I look back into history when another uncomfortable President was elected. Back to the 1960’s.

I cannot see the American establishment, the multinational, military and the intelligence forces allowing him to continue on the path he has plotted in his campaign.

Either he turns into a conventional President or he will not be around to contest the next election.

Whether by a bullet or by an apparently ‘natural’ heart attack, I cannot see him surviving in this environment.

And that will be yet another nail in the coffin for what was once ‘The Greatest Country in the World’.


(No, ASIO, AFP, FBI, NSA, CIA etc , I am not advocating that this should happen. I am suggesting that it is inevitable.)

Where Am I From?

Some may have wondered just where Ærchie Archive is from. Facebook certainly demanded to know. So here I am.

Where I am from.

I am from ancient European lines, I am from those close to the soil, I am from Cornish farms and deltas in Norfolk, I am from Danish islands and Irish famines, I am from Dickensian crime and Kentish fields, I am from long sea voyages and followed dreams. I am from a land where the seasons are reversed.

I am from teachers and gold-hunting dreamers and brickmakers and convicts, I am from teetotalers and alcoholics, I am from Catholic and Protestant, I am from a dutiful daughter widowed too early and an adventurous runaway son who died too young, I am from being “man of the house” at twelve, I am from being eldest of three boys. I am from shyness.

I am from remote farming homes, I am from reading cereal packs aged three, I am from one-teacher schools, I am from wide and brown fields, I am from understanding science and mathematics, I am from Goon Shows, puns and dictionaries. I am from my insecurities.

I am from working at instead of studying at University. I am from Ice Skating and Cricket and the beds of the nubile, I am from marching for peace, I am from solving the world’s problems at 1am with red and white wines. I am from reading poetry and plays and science fiction. I am from an awe of the universe.

I am from a wife and three children and ten grandchildren, I am from changing skills and lifestyles, I am from mistakes and wrong choices, I am from too much city, I am from my frailties and fears, I am from learning of my place and my family and my history.

I am from learning nothing is settled and no-one is full-grown. I am from finally learning to trust me.

I am from being human.