A Nation of Disease

Shane up a Gum Tree

 G'day Possums,

Mrs Wombat and I have been travelling, (lucky us).. we managed to escape another lockdown and visit No#1 daughter, husband and grands in Alice for a week. 

We also took a few days further south and stumbled around Uluru and Kata Tjuta which are magnificent in scale, colour and indigenous significance.

Not only did we escape lockdown but mercifully any mention of the nation's historically most incompetent, corrupt and useless PM, Scovid from Announcements.

But prior to our adventure Premier Dan Andrews or as the Neo-Fascists label him, Dictator Dan was being roundly pilloried for calling the state into lockdown #4 as a chap had crosssed into Vic from SA hotel quarantine and had tested positive for the Delta Strain of the virus and Andrews wanted it contained maintaining it was much more contagious than the original version. ABC's "Hissy-Fits" Sales and "The Specious One" Speers all joined in the cat-calling emanating from the Murdochracy and citing Scovid from Announcements' assertion that the Gold Standard of Sydney's a'la Gladdie Binchicken was the way to go and that Dan was paranoid.

Uluru

Unfortunately for the Murdocratic naysayers Andrews and team were on-the-money and they halted it reasonably quickly  but a few weeks later a couple of infectious removalists from Gladdie Binchicken's "Gold Standard" state sprinkled their Delta malaise throughout Vic and into regional areas for the first time causing lockdown#5. 

But this time the Murdochracy were in a quandry: Gladdie Binchicken's "Gold Standard' was looking a trifle Pyrites-like as the number of infections in NSW increased and looked like Uluru with more below sight than in it.

And of course Scovid from Announcements did what he does best in a crisis: Dodo-like, he disappeared ....this time to have hair plugs attached to his vacant skull in a vain attempt to improve his sagging image.

Uluru, early morning

Upon return, Scovid from Announcements for the first time began extolling the efficacy of hard lockdown and lying through his teeth that he had always supported Dan Andrews approach and that we should all get vaccinated as quickly as possible... only  forgetting that he hadn't ordered enough vaccines in the first place and that his vacillating on who should get the AZ and who the Pfizer was causing more confusion and hesitancy! 

Kata Tjuta, gorge

The immensity of the task has clearly overwhelmed Scovid from Announcements and his Hellsong-IPA cabal. Good only for announcements, spin and rorting public money, more and more of the public are now fully and clearly aware that this Ruling Rabble is  there only for the power it gives them and not for the well-being of the nation. Their miserable failure in every single aspect of governance will cost the nation dearly many years into the future.

"Freedom-Day" rallies have broken out at

Kata Tjuta, gorge

times various with anti-vaxxers joining the 5G implant, tin-foil hat, flat-earther, Libertarian brigades all extolling their individuality and willingness to harm others as they want.

The dicta of me, me, me, me of Little Johnny's relaxed and comfortable Liberals of insouciant selfishness now bearing its malignant fruit as exemplified by the quartet of 60 something "Pru's and Tru's" on the flight back to Melbourne who had repeatedly  to be told by cabin crew to keep their masks on... whilst I was reading an aptly telling passage from Bruce Pascoe's "Salt" of "...a nation without modesty, without compassion, a spoilt and selfish people forever chortling about goodness and mateship." and " Where there is sand, there is little rock."  

It is a Nation of Disease without a doctor.

White-Fella's Sand Painting

And so it goes.... beautiful, beautiful country...accomodation...ok... food.. terrible to ordinary and very very expensive ...service...good... but the country... early morning seems to bring out the subtlety of colour and those sentinals of She-Oak being so, so still, waiting, whispering, being.

And of course, not to forget the Alice Springs Asian Ladies Sunday Morning Crochet Class .....much fun and tinkling mirth being had.....

Hoo-roo petals,

Shane.

The Way Ahead

Shane In the Red Centre

G'day Possums,

the last brief post for 2018.

Mrs Wombat, self and No: 2 daughter + b/f travelled up to Alice Springs to congratulate No 1 daughter and partner on the arrival of their first child.

We house-sat, Cloe the Labrador-x a charmingly boisterous 12 month old pup, took in some of the sights, visited galleries, enjoyed the meat and service from Milner St Meats, re-discovered Mateuse Rose' and decided that The Tropic of Capricorn and points further north hardly qualify as habitable places for civilized beings.

We heard many complaints from shop owners and managers about Truffle's third-rate NBN, experienced being vetted when buying alcohol and also when granted admission to venues based on skin colour alone.

 

Iconic Red Centre Tree.

Started the trip at Melb airport standing near Rolex Robert's, Deep North Ruling Rabble rorter, happy-clapper, right-wing apparatchik and electoral manipulator whose bland indifference to the masses swirling about him only seemed to confirm  he's in it for what he can get out of it. 
And to justify that last comment..... " MP Stuart Robert Expenses 2018 Jan-Sept=$377,904.27 Not including Oct-Dec, Also not including Salary. #auspol 2017 Expenses: $559,130.68 Not including Salary By end 2018, This MP will have cost us over $1Mil expenses in 2 years with NIL NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT.".... where's the tumbril? 

 

But is it Art?

Which was different to the return flight from Adelaide to Melb where Michaelia The Harpy, Cash fouled the cabin atmosphere and presented a very different persona to the manic one she most often exhibits in parliament. 

At the luggage carousel as solitary as the very plain teenage wallflower at her first dance The Harpy was allowed a clear few metres of space by the public who stood cheek by jowl retrieving their own baggage. Perhaps it was the lack of whiteboard which made her look as lost and a little nervous or it might have been the anticipation of a ribald question about "Sugar-Daddies", Barnyard overdoing the family issues, Potato-Head Dutton's ludicrous spread in the deep north's Ugly American's Murdoch version of Völkischer Beobachter as Potato Head shat all over Truffles to prove what fine political instincts HE has! Or perhaps it was our useless G-G not being able to budget successfully like the mythical good upstanding fiscal conservative. Whatever it was, the black Patent Leather stiletto jack-boots with bling on the toes did nothing to ameliorate the image.  

 

Space

Ah well, we'll probably be rid of both of these impediments to a thriving country by next May.....hopefully earlier..... but there are so many of them and then there's the lieutenants like the beady-eyed Roskam of The Coot's-With-Queer-Ideas-From-a-Parallel-Universe and the idiot propagandists like Bolt-the-Dolt who make the idea of Soviet style re-education camps seem a tolerably good idea.

 

Emily Gap

Hoo-roo Petals,

there's much work ahead in 2019.

Shane.

Ormiston Gorge