"I'll Burn for You...."

I'll burn for you was The Happy Clapper, Liar from the Shire's boast to his rancid audience on his "miracle" win (engineered by the Murdochracy of The Ugly American) at the last election.

Now, when real shit is hitting the real fan what does our Pentacostal faux xtian and pretend prime miniature do?  He  goes on holiday.....  to Hawaii.

Let's all pray that he meets a similar fate to Cook.

Or is he visiting his paedophile-enabling pastor Huggy Houston's new pad in NY? 

Where-ever and with whoever doesn't really matter, what does, is that he's not here during a national crisis because he simply doesn't believe climate change is real and probably prefers instead to contemplate the "joys" of the rapture he allegedly believes in. 

If ever there was a more salient example of just how incredibly bad this ruling rabble is, how unsuited to office and how ruinous they are to the nation this situation is it.

Still content to lie and blame Labor for their own debt and idly watching on as the economy falters this country has never ever had governance so bad, so corrupt and so inept. 

There is not one of them who could be trusted to "do-the-right-thing" by this country, not one.

The Murdochracy has a lot to answer for.

Keep calm and cool, Petals, their time will come.

Shane, in disgust.

The Rot’s Setting In.

G’day Petals,

Shane and Oz Burning

Way back in 2011-12 when I wrote the headline banner for this blog I was, to a certain extent, a little “tongue-in-cheek” about the “….. inexorable descent into fascism.” but it now seems that that the statement was quite prescient.



More pics from Lambie-Land and an update: it seems that Henry’s Ginger Beer HAS an outlet in Melbourne... check their website.

Just when you thought the nations state couldn't become more dire, fractured and perilously close to collapse, up pops Angus, no, not the bull,  but Taylor (the only similarity being that both are full of shit) of "Grass-gate", "Water-gate" and now "Clover-gate," who has again blithely perverted parliamentary truth and legal codes of conduct in attempting to secure his wife (more on her later) the position of Lord Mayor of Sydney. It seems that Taylor “The Anus” thought that a bit of “black ops”,  document altering and forgery, about travel expenditure might be a good way to embarrass the present Lord Mayor, Clover Moore at her forthcoming council elections.

Ducks in a Row?

Now, Taylor “The Anus” was a Rhodes Scholar which suggests he should be quite bright but anyone who thinks disseminating forged travel costs, revised from $14K to $15 millions is going to scour really has a Kangaroo loose in the top paddock particularly when council staff are assiduous in putting finance facts online before the public.

An odd but poignant Street

Coming on top of his involvement in $80 millions of shonky water buy-backs going to “a mate”, his illegal Native Grass destruction queries, (also “for-a-mate” read, family company) and his deleterious and far less than competent ministerial work as Energy Minister he has again with this episode, exposed not only himself as a person of very dubious ability and probity but probably had his wife’s ambitions scuttled and also drawn The Happy-Clapping, Prime Miniature of Smirk and Liar from the Shire, Scummo and his faux Attorney General The UnChristian, Porter into the mire in their defence of him by having them ignore “Separation of Powers” by “having a chat” to the police commissioner “mate” (who’s not a mate...really) who is investigating whether Anus will be charged whilst, against convention Anus will not step down from parliament.

A Veritable Cornucopia

Hmmm… leaning on the police, forging documents, a nothing-to-see-here attitude, withholding documents from investigation (shades of The Harpy, Cash), attacking any critic, using the AFP as their attack-dogs, stress-killing thousands of people with the illegal “Robo-Debt”, closing down the only semblance of what used to be independent media in the ABC… and this is democracy?

Sheffield

Oh and Anus’ wife? A Barrister, (yes really,) has said that,“Recession, rolling blackouts, youth unemployment all necessary for people to realise left populism/culture, unrestrained spending, outlawing offensive speech, etc. not the answer,”

As well as being on the board for The Sydney Geriatric Institute of the Geriatric Right-Winger, Henderson and a mate of the interesting SC, Cuneen and also the putrid right-wing babbler, Parnell McGuiness, Ms Clegg also has directorship of the same pastoral company illegally destroying protected native grasses….Nuffin-t-see-’ere… eh?

A Georgian Way of Foiling Rats.

And as a footnote, legislation has been passed that oldies going overseas for more than six weeks will lose their pension…. But this doesn’t apply to the porcine member for Dawson Georgey Let’s-Shoot-a-Greenie, Christensen who spent 42 weeks allegedly “researching” the flesh-pot spots of the Phillipines on full parliamentary salary! 

Just as sanctions against compliance only applies to Unions it seems and not to criminal bankers.

The Rot has to Stop!

Hoo-roo Possums,

Shane.

Bandido's Guard-Dog.

Shane goes Lambie-Ville.

G'day Possums,

we've been missing for a monthly time, half of which was in Tasmania;  principally in the upper third of the state from centre to west and then east.

Mrs Wombat really needed a break and I was rather tired of sounding like a broken record repeating the same diatribes against our appallingly incompetent and fascist Ruling Rabble.

Where better to sojourn than in somnolent Lambie-ville?

We travelled steerage on the Tassie Ferry, which differs from cattle class on an aircraft only in the proximity and the quantity of the other passengers available and stayed overnight in a motel near the dock.  That the Bandido's or something were just up the street was probably a location coincidence as were the now illegal 24 sheet federal election advertisements for both our Biggest Miner and Ms Lambie.

Stanley is a pretty place where we bought the first of the freshest seafood we've ever eaten in a very long time and wandered about the restored 1830's Highfield.

Highfield

It had a rather melancholy ambience and I would not doubt if told, that it may be haunted.

Highfield

Particularly as this view was the one where the original squatter and an acquaintance debated who would shoot which aboriginal crossing in front of them first, the mother or the baby on her back.

But then, times haven't changed much, have they?

Travelling to Corinna and Tarkine rainforests has terrain to suit all sorts.... as to get there, there is a rally driver's paradise for about a million km's.  Hair-pin bends, hills, twists and turns of dusty dirt road snaking through forest alternating with button grass plains and scrub and stunning vistas.

 

Tarkine Forest

The Pieman River cruise was informative and enjoyable and the Savage River walk went through beautiful forest......

...with more bloody Dicksonia Antartica's....

We had a room with a view at Barrington and visited Sheffield to stand in queue and photograph the murals about the town.

Sheffield

 

Sheffield

I would have photographed all the Assembly Halls, Baptist Meeting Rooms, Churches and proselytisers of the Latter Day Deluded and other more conventional religious fantasy sites but my 32 Gb card hadn't the capacity for them all. Seems to explain something though.....

Henry's Ginger Beer

Going back through Burnie and stopping for an excellent lunch at "Fish-on-Edge" we made THE discovery of the trip.

Henry's Ginger Beer.

Look it up ...it's brilliant but not available outside Tassie.

St Helens

The waters around St Helens,  Coles Bay and other spots are a clear blue of the most iridescent hue..... quite something.

Coles Bay

Nesting Superb Wren

We also saw a lot of wildlife, mostly flattened on the road, and an alarming number of non native Blackbirds and Starlings.

 

Brickendon

We then happened on Brickendon; the mostly restored convict heritage site of the Archer family who got their real start at wealth, position and Oz aristocracy with a gift of thousands of acres of Terra Nullius and a few hundred convicts for free labour thrown in.

Brickendon

Who knows if that could return....it seems to be the industrial model currently being pursued by our latter day overseers of the Ruling Rabble... a fascinating place without the theme-park ambience of Sovereign Hill.

 

Pieman River

And then back to the burrow and 6 degree days with hailstorms to hear that our Hypocritical-Happy-Clapper and Liar-From-the-Shire, The Prime Miniature of Smirk was sending fatuous "thoughts & prayers" for rain to the victims of the manifestation of early onset climate change.

Well, whadda-ya-know....the thoughts-and-prayers did what they normally do........they failed!

And the Priapic Barnyard of Joyce was almost blaming the Greens policy's (forgetting they're not in government) as a recipe  for self immolation  while the Foetid Falinski lied through his teeth about emission targets.

Like the Thunberg lass did a few weeks ago; this natural disaster has exposed again the incredible near-criminal myopia and destructive ideology of the Ruling Rabble..... but it's not an appropriate time to discuss the looming extinction of the planet.

Is It?

At least we had two weeks away ignoring this madness....

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane.

The Maid Of Stockholm

The Maid Of Stockholm

In 1429 Jeanne d’Arc an illiterate farm girl convinced a couple of soldiers to escort her some 250 km, half of which was through hostile occupied territory, to talk with the uncrowned king of a faltering regime and divided kingdom

She then went on to galvanise the kings army to the extent that what had largely been a dynastic squabble became a war of national identity and unification and although treated cautiously by her own side except for her adoring soldiers,and hated as a witch / heretic by her English opponents, Jeanne briefly illuminated all those around her and had a profoundly long-lasting impact on her country.

Is it drawing too long a bow to suggest that the 16 year old Swede, Greta Thunberg is having a similar, though world-wide impact in the C21st?

Ballarat Climate Rally

Recently it was interesting to note that for once a Sydney professor of climate science has stuck his head above the parapet of his Ivory Tower and called The Happy-Clapping-Bogan-Liar-From-The-Shire, prime miniature, Scummo’s climate “policy” for what it was. Bullshit!

Akin to Thunberg’s deliciously blunt speech to the United Nations which has seriously riled those automata of “the right” by succinctly pointing out that their authoritarian destructiveness toward the planet in the pursuit of profit is futile if mankind is to have a future, people now seem freer to simply express their alarm at the mess being perpetuated for future generations.

As the climate tipping point is being reached so too, it seems, is the level of disquiet by the masses of young who are now ripe for what could be revolutionary action in order to wrest control from those lukewarm politicians, lying media propagandists and the corporate criminals responsible for ignoring the facts that scientists have been consistently putting in front of us for 50 years.

Spouting their unintelligent conformity to IPA, Murdoch, The Ugly American and Koch bros. denialism and piling in to viciously attack Thunberg has not only resulted in fully exposing how threadbare their arguments are (and have always been) but also how little they are doing and unproductive they are in addressing the existential threat facing us.

In recognising the very real threat that the honest plain speaking of the young Swede inspires for change out came the usual cabal of character assassins, not singly as is usual but en masse which has had quite the opposite effect to what they were probably hoping for. They drew attention, all too clearly, not to any error in Thurnberg’s pronouncements but only to their own elitist narcissism and malignant aggression in having only one mode of action; destruction.

London Toilet-boy,Jones, The Oh-So Superior, Goward, The Idiot Red Terror of The Deep North, The Deflated Sherrin, Newman, Il Patrone Vanstone and other sundry over-entitled egos all came out swinging, thrashing wildly against the 16 year old truth teller but to no avail… they recognise in their shrivelled, fossilised hearts they are wrong, and en masse, it showed in their sadistic, worn out vitriol.

Scummo, the pentacostal and twice failed advertising apparatchik, now prime miniature, ignored her speech at the United Nations and inspected some new Macca's tecnology  but neatly projected his own reality and accused her of spreading anxiety amongst the young. The young who have no future. 
No future in education, jobs, home ownership or most importantly that the planet will remain habitable during their lifetime.

Thurnberg doesn’t create anxiety she only recognises and expresses its existence.

Whichever way you look at this, change is coming .............and the Ruling Rabble know and fear it.....

Hoo-roo, Petals,

Shane.

In Liu of Integrity

Shane, not as a Fellow Traveler

G'day Possums,

"How good is Gladys?" The Hypocritical Happy-Clapper, Liar from the Shire and Pentacostal prime miniature du jour celebrated loudly on his surprise election win.

How good indeed?

Well, not very, as we shall see as she was quickly elevated to a status as one of the newest members of The Ruling Rabble to be in company as worthy as Rolex Roberts, Barnyard Joyce, Water-gate Taylor, Little-to-be-Proud-of and Landlord Ley: all due in part to this woman's dubious in the extreme connections to the Chinese Communist Party.

(Pics hopefully, are apposite to the written content) 

 

The East is Red

Touted as "...an energetic member of her local community..." but unfortunately not specifying which "community", Australia or mainland China, Ms Liu spent almost as much time attempting to gain pre-selection to the Ruling Rabble as it took to build The Great Wall, along the way becoming a very significant fundraiser for the Rabble with some very interesting "friends" only too willing to shell out much moolah for what seemed very little return. 

But what has piqued the interest of some, particularly ASIO is the number and type of Chinese organizations like the Guangdong provincial chapter of the China Overseas Exchange Association - which at the time was part of China's powerful State Council, the Chinese government's central political and administrative body as well as dozen or more other entities involved in trade and cultural pursuits which Beijing uses to promote and leverage their interests.

"Nothing-to-see-here.." roared The Not-so-Happy-Clapping  Scummo as he mangled the truth in defence of his new chosen one, (or is that a two seat majority?) St Peter-like, thrice denying that he's been as racist as he was accusing others as being by calling disgraced Too-Tricky Dastyari, "Shanghai Sam"... ever, at all, nup, not me, noooooo ... look-over -there,look-over -there!

 

On The Edge.

Ms Liu's oddly twisted face, (it looks, front-on as if it's in single point perspective. The sight lines of eyes and mouth disappearing off at an angle to the appropriate "left" horizon at infinity) crumpled into tears in parliament at Scummo's blustering vindication of her rather tainted character. 

A character besmirched not only by her associations but more importantly by her woefully dishonest and lying political advertising which will be the subject of a High Court ruling which just might nullify her 1000 vote election win and make the pentacostal Scummo poop himself. Another Engadine moment?

 

Oz taking the High Ground

As a corollary to what Scummo would say is this "racist" rant, it's interesting to note that the Chinese wish to purchase for $1.5 Billion a Tassie powdered Milk business. Having near sent it to the wall by pulling trading stunts it will now offer money to get what it wants and the Chinese will no longer need aggressive syndicates to strip supermarket shelves of baby formula to export back to the mainland.

Let's hope too, that the Foreign Investment Review Board has not been as bowdlerized by The Ruling Rabble as other judicial bodies as to be inadequate to its task.

 

The Inevitable Angel

Corruption is rife in this land, integrity as we used to know it has all but vanished, the MSM looking the other way is too quiet; the ABC has effectively been neutered as the only main source of reliable news and analysis; there is no political opposition to speak of, the Federal Police are tainted politically and the judiciary suspect.

The Born-Again's, and the ideological IPA believe Armageddon is inevitable and they're going to get it via climate change but with the stupidity of The Rabble pretending to lead what is a supine and selfish nation into a period of dissolution we have never experienced before it all has all the auguries for the demise of this country as we have known it.

 

Framed

Perhaps Petals, I should make a sandwich-board with "The End is Nigh" emblazoned across it and March on Canberra?

Hoo-roo,

Shane.

PS, Mrs Wombat and I  visited a few more exhibits from the Photo Biennale in 
Ballarat.... and sadly, it only confirmed first impressions.

Lambie to the Slaughter

In for the Chop like Shane is Lambie.

G'day Possums,

 after a five week sojourn trying to think up something that approaches policy The Happy Clapping Liar from the Shire, devotee of Mammon and The Rapture, bogan prime miniature, Scummo has again assembled his motley collection of corruptible mediocrities together in Canberra to see what other havoc they  can bring down on the nation with their collective incompetence and blinkered adherence to  C19th IPA ideology .

Fresh from applauding Potato-Head Dutton's iron will in not being swayed by anything resembling humanity as he continued to torture a Tamil refugee family with their two Australian daughters by incarcerating them in the Christmas Island Concentration Camp after the courts stymied his plan to have them forcibly returned to the place they were escaping from, Scummo announced that forthwith all welfare recipients will be treated as druggies and tested for such and that they will also be forced to use the much maligned Indue Card where 80% of their welfare is retained on the card to be used only at prescribed stores.

Near Tyldon.. 

As a distraction tactic so that our supine nation will not notice the depression we are sliding into, it worked a treat. 

A whole lot better than hyperventilating about dodgy donations in Aldi shopping bags from dodgy Chinese types to dodgy Labor ones; as drawing too much attention to that practice just might end up illuminating some of the Ruling Rabble's own very murky operations.

So successful in fact, that Independent Tasmanian and balance of power Senator, Warrant Officer Lambie marched nay, paraded around in circles spouting her support for both of the patronizing, anti-social and de-humanizing "trials" of the proposed legislations.

After all, she had the info. She had talked to people (supplied it seems, by the financially involved architect of the Indue card venture, Shifty-Twiggy Forrest) and just like the concentration camp performers provided to the Red Cross by the SS during WW2 they were very convincing about what a great thing it was. W/O Lambie then on reflection made one concession: if re-hab facilities are not supplied prior, then it would be, no-go!

Having been thrown a bone earlier on The Apple Isle’s housing debt by Horse-Shite Cormann  (a devious ultra right-winger not even trusted by own party) for passing the Ruling Rabble's tax package W/O Lambie thinks she has the measure of the place and so, is also demanding that CFMMEU union secretary, Biffo Setka stand aside or she'll pass the newest draconian anti union legislation the Ruling Rabble are proposing.

Now, disliking someone on a personal level as “a meat-head” and threatening the introduction of far reaching neo-fascist anti-union legislation as the lever to remove them indicates a political and social intellect of rank quality similar to the Red Terror from the Deep North.

Like-wise, expressing support for the Indue card… something owned and managed by the Ruling Rabble’s country cousins, “The Nationals” is giving effect to privatising welfare and with it, the opportunity to use the unemployed’s taxpayer’s funding for profit and, should we mention it, possibly “donations” back to the benefactor a’la Parakeelia ...not a wise or socially responsible move....seeing as Horse-Shite has admitted that un and under-employment with lower wages is their economic model.

 Besides, when the Rabble treat each other like sharks in a frenzy nothing about them can be trusted.

Speaking of sharks, The Happy Clapping Liar from the Shire, devotee of Mammon and The Rapture, bogan prime miniature, Scummo has named his $250,0000,000.00 upgraded aircraft, “Shark 1”. 

Stooping into banality lower than a used car salesman would and naming it after the football team he follows when a fire-bombing water tanker might have been a more timely and appropriate purchase is perfectly understandable.... particularly when you don’t believe in climate change, but the Rapture instead!

Does it all seem like smoke and mirrors?

Hoo-roo Petals

Shane.

A Rococo Miasma of Whimsy

G'day Possums,

Art imitates life and what better at imitating the flatness of current Oz life than photography; so Mrs Wombat and I toddled off up the road t'other day to the eighth Ballarat International Foto Biennale.

Art also reflects the mores and practices that manifest societally as culture and the contemporary parallels exhibited are ominous in the extreme.

We parked opposite the Mining Exchange and given that that venue usually displays a cornucopia of imagery, headed there...oops, there was only Fiona Foley's "Who are these strangers and where are they going?"  A lack of labels made one look harder for context and deciding that we were looking at an installation utilising objects, video and photographs, proceeded.

Fiona Foley: "Who are these strangers and where are they going?"

Reality #1. Although Network Noine will not admit it paid The Red Terror from the Deep north to disrespect the indigenous custodians of Uluru by climbing their sacred site.....particularly after her insult turned to farce when, A/ she didn't have the bottle to go up much further than 40 metres , B/ couldn't walk down and had to, more aptly and toddler-like, slide down on her derriere, it still provided this repulsive woman all the publicity she craved.

 Reality#2 Defending their traditional Gomeroi country from mining, a family is suing Faux Environment Minister, Real Estate Ley after she rejected their heritage protection bid in favour of a controversial Chinese coal project. Acknowledging the project could cause "mental health impacts … a sense of dislocation, displacement and dispossession," but said by way of digital salute, the social and economic value of the project took priority.

So, invasion, dispossession, manipulation, slavery, despoliation and arrogant acceptance are the theme but installation is theatrical and apart from the ominously flattened midden "runway" of oyster shells leading to the empty tent this exhibit was too far spread in this huge space to be effective; and for my taste the staged photo's too prosaic and really, pretty ordinary and in some cases "cute," (Black KKK ???) to be much other than presenting a "very worthy" exhibit.

And then popping into the Central Highlands Waterworks historical exhibit next was a trifle surreal .....viewing all those Victorian workers and worthies digging up Wadawurrong country with such gusto.....

....and followed in turn by sublime Israeli arrogance with "Soldiers" where Adi Nes makes banal cartoonish pastiches of old master works and themes like "The Pieta" and "The Last Supper".....Haw, Haw, nudge, nudge.. wink, wink...you xtians...

but he provides at least some reality by showing four soldiers pissing on what I assume is most likely,  "occupied territory."

 

Adi Nes: Soldiers

Reality# 3. Coming into the open and phoning the Ruling Rabble's private militia Deputy Plod Gaughan, Obersturmfuhrer  Pezzi Pezzullo congratulated his AFP bovver-boys for their teamwork in raiding Annika Smethurst's undies drawer and said "Well done, tomorrow is another day." By which, he obviously meant that the successful rehearsal at A.S's meant "go-go-go" for invading the ABC the next day!

Obersturmfuhrer Pezzi thought negative commentary about his congratulatory epistle to fellow professionals was not meant to indicate "a supposed attitude to press freedom" ....whatever that is!

Reality #4 Its been a very quiet anniversary for Scummo, The Happy-Clapper, Liar from the Shire, Hypocrite and Pentacostal Prime Miniature ... as he has done nothing in 12 months worthy of  celebration.

Visiting Timor-Leste, Scummo assiduously avoided the demonstrations against the secret star chamber proceeding against the whistle blower and his lawyer who "blew" Oz's perfidy in bugging the Timor Gap oil treaty talks.

Also playing down this episode from his taxpayer funded retreat in London was Bookshelves Brandis, who knew that by proceeding when Plastic Attorney General he was dragging Little-Johnny, Fishnets-that-Batter and himself through the mire of their own corruption and obviously sees the Unxtian Porter's stupidity in not understanding even that in his slavish roll-over to Potato-Head's fascist vanity and fantasies as even poorer judgment than the event itself.

The New York times allegedly called these works "shrewd send-ups of the pervasive macho, military presence in Israeli life...".... now, who says the American's don't understand irony?

There were the Watchtowers dotted down Sturt St, the Missiles in Police Lane, Boy-o Xmas cards at The Forge and the Blind Radius series Part2, Dolls in the Trade Union and photographs of dioramas downstairs there too... Gosh, If I had have known I was making art by photographing these for a children's book I would have entered, too!

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Portraits in The Town Hall were lacklustre in the main... and Petals, neither Mrs Wombat nor I were moved enough to even vote in the public choice. 

Consuelo Cavaniglia: I came Back, Toward Myself

The Bauhaus was interesting although it was a pity Ruff hadn't given a nod to the influence of  Kandinsky and in  the overall curation, acknowledgment at least to  Laszlo Moholy-Nagy, particularly his work "Vision in Motion."

Zoe Croggon

 In talking earlier about the nature of the works, they're ominous for the very reason that they hold no "bite", they're almost all "throw-away-lines," disinterestedly whimsical in only noting an event or action without serious passion or involvement and seemingly produced for an audience of jaded over-sophisticated tastes and of the lightest touch. "Rococo"?

The curation similarly seemed haphazard and uneven, aesthetically unsure whether it was exhibiting sculpture, installation art or photography and I'll not be seeing the "show-stopper" because I thought conceptual art's "process over form and content" died in the last century's early seventies and besides, "Where's Wally?"  holds little interest after the first time.

But for the rest ....there's always tomorrow.... to coin a phrase....

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane.