G’day Petals,
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| Shane with Oz authors on this Anzac Day |
Popped into Frogmore Nursery , Trentham recently with Mrs
Wombat… garden was said to be a little past its best but what a beautiful
place….
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| Zena's Arrangement |
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| Sunset Garden |
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| Frogmore Trentham, Prairie Garden |
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| Pelargoniums |
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| Frogmore Nursery, Trentham |
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| Avenue |
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| Frogmore, Trentham |
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| Door, Frogmore-Trentham |
It really is a stunning place and has developed extraordinarily and is still growing...(DuH).. like all gardens sensitively wrought Frogmore has that balm that envelops you during your wandering...
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| Frogmore Panorama |
Wombat Droppings or Low-Down Oz politics
Once “ ….on the sheep’s back…” Now, just the
sheep, in accepting and repeating the media
engendered, lowest common denominator visceral hatred of Gillard and Labor and
expressing it as deeply as they did, the sheep did not ever understand that
these “Liarbril Reactionary Aspirational Bogans” would be as equally vicious to
them too.
It says much of the
Australian herd’s electoral intelligence and particularly now as they continue
to take their “news” from “The Ugly American’s” morally tainted journals and
media: much, much more about their values.
Wrapping themselves in flags
and celebrating the long dead myths of “mate-ship, a fair-go, tolerance and
egalitarianism,” the commodification and boganization of Anzac Day continues
apace with the politicisation of the Military. Only proving that when you have
to synthesize a concept, its reality had ceased long before its promotion
became imperative.
Worth a read would be “The 36
Days” by Hugh Dolan; pricking self-serving myths about Gallipoli and also
informing young Australians who might read it not to ask the Turks, “Why did
you kill Australians at Anzac Cove?” Who politely answer with, “Because you
were invading us at Gallipoli”.
I kid you not; flagged wrapped Australian youth have thought
that because it was called, (graciously by the Turks) Anzac Cove, it was
Australian soil!
“There is a perverse incentive for people to qualify as
disabled rather than unemployed…” intoned Kafka impersonator, Kevin “Sneer”
Andrews in another one of his Anti-Social
Minister, Catholic interpretations of his alleged saviour’s dictum, “Love one
another…” A case of Pot calling Kettle, ”Black-Bum” in an Orwellian Dream-Time.
Non-Immigration minister Scott “The Drone” Morrison has
said he was not bribing poor third world countries like Cambodia to take up
Australia’s responsibility in offering resettlement places to expand
"permanent solutions" (Final
Solutions?) for people seeking asylum. "It's not about whether they are
poor, it’s about whether they (meaning, us) can be safe," Mr Droned,
Morrised on. "That’s the issue. The refugee convention wasn’t designed as
an economic advancement program." And he didn’t add, “We do kill them.”
The
Drone wouldn’t go into details of the ongoing investigation into the death of
asylum seeker Reza Barati, weeks ago, despite new footage showing the violence
had escalated considerably 24 hours before his death. “Doesn’t prove anything,
they’re fibbers…” he thought to say,
before Peta “ Bloody-Idiot” Credlin frogmarched him away from the reporter and
sedated him by having him watch a re-run of the film “Above us The Waves” on a
projector being pedalled by three newly liberated Naval commanders who have
lost their boats in Indonesian waters on secret government business. “The Drone” also dismissed the criticism of the United Nations damning the turn-back policy,
saying he's "not surprised and not concerned", but really thinking “…couldn’t
give-a-stuffed-Rat’s-A**E…naya, naya, naya…. what a smelly bunch of wogs said
about our beautiful sunburnt reactionary aspirational bogan country and its
sovereign rights, except of course those business signatories to the TPFTA.”
Not
long after, Gauleiter Credlin was then seen slapping Rabbutt-the-Hun about the
ears for his Anzac speech’s rather odd reference to the British tourists, Bill
and Cath as being family but not as important as they once were… or something.
He really should stop Clarke and Dawe writing his stuff.
Missing from Brown-Paper-Bag-Man, “Cereal-Toyota-Killer”
Hockey's speech recently was the biggest expenditure: superannuation tax concessions
that are soon to be $50 Billion p.a. growing at 12% with the benefits going to
the wealthy. Pssst.. the Age of Entitlement ain’t over, quite yet
It would seem though that not all are impressed with his
fiscal fiddling. A Brit journo gave him a good going over, reducing
“Cereal-Toyota-Killer” to display what a shyster he is.
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Are they criminal
in their negligence of significant action against Climate Change? Stupidly
blinkered by their ideological hatred of "Social" reforms or just
plain, stupidly criminal? These people deserve no acceptance that they
"have any adult authority"; their ignorance only deserves ignorance.
It would seem that as soon as
“Blot–on-the-Landscape” and his scrawlings are now mentioned, those in the
nation with more than half a brain fall about laughing in derision as to the
content, style and motivation including much speculation of what is paid for
such risible stuff.
To counter this embarrassment
of what purports to be the “intellectual philosophy” for the Reactionary Aspirational
Bogan “The Ugly American” has imported another odd agent to assist in spreading
the Murdoch toxicity more effectively than the aforesaid “Blot.”
Brendan O’ Neill whose ego
seems only matched (so far as I have seen) in size by his upper head, variously
describes himself as either a Marxist Libertarian or an
atheistic libertarian, not as a
pommie-wanker-hipster-who-is-taking-Rupert-for-a-ride-for-his-own-self-promotion,
which is how he appeared to me when I saw him performing t’other night on Q and
A.
His appearance made me think
that like the environmental value of most specie of foreign imports into this
rare land such as the Rabbit, Fox, Sparrow, Cane-Toad, Cat, Camel,
Water-Buffalo and Indian Myna, his loquacious sophistry will Carp-like, only muddy
the waters of debate in what should really be a clear-cut stream.
I have little doubt the
”Coot’s-With-Queer-Ideas-From-a-Parallel-Universe” (IPA) will welcome him
(well, as far as you can welcome a competitor when you exist in an
individualist construct) as his modus operandi, like theirs, is not dissimilar
in its socially destructive intent.
In the “Tardis State,
Where-All-Goes-Backward,” pretend Premier Dennis “Inutilus Rusticus” Naptime
and his motley band of incompetents, apparatchiks and self serving dozy
aspirationals have hit the hustings making a lot of noise promising to do
things and more things and many, many, many more things…. One promise thing,
made only 40 years ago...was resurrected but with no final date…. so there
really is no need to make a booklet extolling their “VISION for OUR FUTURE
…BECAUSE After 3 years running things
down, it’s still the other sides fault” ….. or something.
We’ve already got shipping
containers for prisoners not schools, concreting parkland and the closing down
TAFE colleges, the maintaining of a loss making car race whilst taking funding
from science research, though finally waking up that their Corruption
Commission is a $70,000,000.00 p.a. waste of money (which is something Geoff
“Fiddles” Shaw could have told them for free) and a policy of fiscal insanity
on wind farms and a child welfare system in despair and a privatised
electricity network that keeps falling over all of which will probably see them
re-elected to make things worse… oops sorry, privatised… if that’s at all
possible.
Cheers Possums,
Shane
PS next week, Music photo’s.
