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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!

THE EUTHANASIA BOMBERS

God and the Bronze Age


Sometime in the Bronze Age, someone found a way to harness the power of ritual for political ends

Reverently burgled from God

God and the Origins of Religions


Reverently burgled from I Am your God.
Although I am sure that God inspired someone to recently post this on twitter.

101 Uses For A John Howard #91


As Australia drifts towards an election of which we are all heartily sick, Kudelka looks back on the single most blatant of all John Howards lies.

The “Be Alert, not Alarmed” anti-terrorism fridge magnet.

We should have been alerted a decade ago at the un-Australian slant which the Howard Government was  taking. Now we are bloody alarmed at the slippery slope towards an arrogant, centralised dictatorshipGovernment which has become evident in the past three years.

 

A lert is a small, furry marsupial endemic to the urban areas of Australia. It is considered to be endangered, but zoologists suspect it is just extremely shy, spending most of its time hiding under rocks dialling the emergency terrorist hotline.

Contrary to popular belief, the lert has very few predators in Australia and the most common cause of death is caused by fright. It is a close cousin of the larmed, which although somewhat more robust than the lert, has a tendency to wander about like it’s not about to be blown up by terrorists.

The cruel irony is that this relaxed attitude makes the meat of the larmed considerably more tasty and tender than that of the lert, leading to it also being on the endangered list. The perfect method for making tenderised larmed steaks is to run it over, and the gruesome remains can be found in the fridges of Australia, leading zoologists to conclude that this explains the meaning of the cryptic warning occasionally found on magnets affixed to the front of these appliances.

Your Thought and Mine


One of my favourite poets is Kahlil Gibran. Known best for his distillation of wisdom, “The Prophet”, he wrote a lot more which is not as widely read.

Like all good poets, there is a touch of prophecy in his writings.

Writing in the time of Mussolini and Franco and Hitler, in this piece I find prescient echoes of Bush and Bin Laden, Mugabe and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Howard and Putin.

And I know it doesn’t rhyme.

YOUR THOUGHT AND MINE

Your thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition and whose branches grow in the power of continuity. My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into drops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings its way into the sea. Then it rises as vapour into the sky.

Your thought is a fortress that neither gale nor the lightning can shake. My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every direction and finds pleasure in its swaying.

Your thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you nor can you change it. My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve.

You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought allows you to believe in the unequal contest of the strong against the weak, and in the tricking of the simple by the subtle ones. My thought creates in me the desire to till the earth with my hoe, and harvest the crops with my sickle, and build my home with stones and mortar, and weave my raiment with woollen and linen threads.

Your thought urges you to marry wealth and notability. Mine commends self-reliance.

Your thought advocates fame and show. Mine counsels me and implores me to cast aside notoriety and treat it like a grain of sand cast upon the shore of eternity.

Your thought instils in your heart arrogance and superiority. Mine plants within me love for peace and the desire for independence.

Your thought begets dreams of palaces with furniture of sandalwood studded with jewels, and beds made of twisted silk threads. My thought speaks softly in my ears, “Be clean in body and spirit even if you have nowhere to lay your head.”

Your thought makes you aspire to titles and offices. Mine exhorts me to humble service.

You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought is social science, a religious and political dictionary. Mine is simple axiom.

Your thought speaks of the beautiful woman, the ugly, the virtuous, the prostitute, the intelligent, and the stupid. Mine sees in every woman a mother, a sister, or a daughter of every man.

The subjects of your thought are thieves, criminals, and assassins. Mine declares that thieves are the creatures of monopoly, criminals are the offspring of tyrants, and assassins are akin to the slain.

Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.

Your thought concerns the skilled, the artist, the intellectual, the philosopher, the priest. Mine speaks of the loving and the affectionate, the sincere, the honest, the forthright, the kindly, and the martyr.

Your thought advocates Judaism, Brahmanism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam. In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.

In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared. My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself.

You have your thought and I have mine.

According to your thought, the greatness of nations lies in their politics, their parties, their conferences, their alliances and treaties. But mine proclaims that the importance of nations lies in work – work in the field, work in the vineyards, work with the loom, work in the tannery, work in the quarry, work in the timberyard, work in the office and in the press.

Your thought holds that the glory of the nations is in their heroes. It sings the praises of Rameses, Alexander, Caesar, Hannibal, and Napoleon. But mine claims that the real heroes are Confucius, Lao-Tse, Socrates, Plato, Abi Taleb, El Gazali, Jalal Ed-din-el Roumy, Copernicus, and Pasteur.

Your thought sees power in armies, cannons, battleships, submarines, aeroplanes, and poison gas. But mine asserts that power lies in reason, resolution, and truth. No matter how long the tyrant endures, he will be the loser at the end.

Your thought differentiates between pragmatist and idealist, between the part and the whole, between the mystic and materialist. Mine realizes that life is one and its weights, measures and tables do not coincide with your weights, measures and tables. He whom you suppose an idealist may be a practical man.

You have your thought and I have mine.

Your thought is interested in ruins and museums, mummies and petrified objects. But mine hovers in the ever-renewed haze and clouds.

Your thought is enthroned on skulls. Since you take pride in it, you glorify it too. My thought wanders in the obscure and distant valleys.

Your thought trumpets while you dance. Mine prefers the anguish of death to your music and dancing.

Your thought is the thought of gossip and false pleasure. Mine is the thought of him who is lost in his own country, of the alien in his own nation, of the solitary among his kinfolk and friends.

You have your thought and I have mine.