All at Sea.

Shane w/ Mt Gambier stone

G'day Possums,

goodness, it's been a silent month….but as the pic testify's, work was afoot.

What started as "…let's replace the carpet," progressed to.... "Well, I could re-align that wall upstairs…take that door around the corner… and what if…..?

And, so it went:  new doors,  ditch architraves and re-introduce stone., necessitating a trip to Mt Gambier to purchase more….. and although Mt Gambier might not be the centre of the universe, their Sorrento Café could well be… excellent food, affable staff and good service .. it's more than a café.  Breakfast to dinner.

Lower a ceiling, and do an almost full re-paint….re-line new walls with limed ply and re-discover what the place was about when originally designed. 

Exciting… and debilitating in a dirty, dusty space.

There was a time when Shane Wombat got a little depressed throwing away so much photographic and drawing history (mostly repeated stuff)  and storing more, till he felt he had no existence or space to live in that he knew at all.

But eventually it was, bar some minor little bits, done!

 All of which meant that a break was necessary and with a significant anniversary due..  it was off to Apollo Bay for a couple of days to re-calibrate, celebrate, relax and where the images and the current political malaise seemed to coincide.

Selfie Absorption.

Acting as a simpering apologist for a failed would-be governing body, today Fiction's Frydenberg's whole speech at the National Press Club was, without him being aware of it, a damning critique of the so-called "free market" and an expose' of the ludicrousness of a fragmented privatised energy market over which any government has little control: particularly this incompetent and divided cabal of a ruling rabble.

In a pathetic attempt to blame all and sundry for the disintegrating power system other than their own ideological ineptitude in recognizing the future, he recalled the tired old shibboleths of …blame labor …. blame their carbon tax… even though it would still have traction economically.

Poor Fictions… it's hard to understand that he really, really  believes the bullshit he coughs up!

 

Detritus.

The Red Terror of the Deep North, Appalling Hanson, managed to depress her low standing even further by targeting the winning Indian air-pistol competitors at the Commonwealth Games and calling them  Muslims…. they were all Hindi… and then jibing along the lines of:  "No wonder they won, shooting is a lot of what they do…..", to cement her stupidity. 
The limited intelligence from Ipswich then decided that there had been too much indigenous activity in the opening ceremony, which was to her feeble understanding, "outrageous" and besides,  "I'm indigenous, too!" she flatulated.

 

Uneasy Lies the Head...

Great uncle Otto's boy, Vichy Abetz has joined a with few others of similarly limited imagination, Cap'n Catlic Andrews, Rabid-the-Hun, Barnyard Joyce and Craig, Crackers Kelly to form the frivolously called Monash Forum.

Geese and Scavengers

 Named after General Sir John Monash of WW1 fame and later a significant consolidator of disparate private electricity companies to create the successful and profitably large employer, the  State Electricity Commission of Victoria….........until ex-premier and fellow ruling rabble Neanderthal Bovver-Boy, Foot-in-Mouth Kennett privatised it and sold it to the Malaysian Government and buggered supply and distribution costs to all Victorians.

 

...nuff said!

Vichy obviously wasn't told either, that Monash was a Jew;  one of those his great Uncle Otto sent from France in 1944 to the Nazi gas-ovens; and Barnyard also doesn't ken that Monash created wealth for the state: not, as he has done with the Murray/Darling and the Pesticides Authority of Dept of Agriculture, destroyed things.

Rabid-the-Hun demonstrated his commitment to this pathetic cabal by organizing a bike ride circling back to the future, past a coal fired power station demonstrating C19th technology.

As for Cap'n Catlic and Crackers? Their unreported silence was appreciated by all.

 

Mrs Wombat and a pastiche of J. Bishop.

Barnyard, whilst waiting for his mistress' and his assumed progeny to be born attempted to appear relevant by firing blanks at the Prime Miniature for equalling  Rabid-the-Hun's record of losing 30 consecutive polls (… the ruling rabble's 60th, btw) and hypocritically calling on Truffles to be "honourable" and stand down if things hadn't improved by xmas.

It was not announced where he had found that word or whether he actually understood its meaning before it curdled in his mouth.

 

ruling rabble policy setting.

Truffles, sadly found some solace in his miserable poll results in that most of his ruling rabble fellow travellers didn't want another leadership spill and would seem to want to see him "in situ" till his next electoral evisceration or Madame Guillotine beckons… whichever comes first.

I'm hoping for the latter and have begun buying yarn.

Cheers Petals,

Shane.

and then there was Rachel B....and her indefatigable dog..... 

and the Otways... lovely place...

Oi,Oi,Oi!

rent symbol

G'day Possums,

well the Great Day has come and gone and rarely has the nature of a country's social fabric been exposed as so threadbare

When 60,000 are on the streets in Melbourne, 50,000 in Sydney and thousands of others in Adelaide, Perth and Brisbane are marching to state: "Change-The-Day" to stop memorialising what is really the  "Invasion Day" of Janurary 26 and when the Prime Miniature Truffles Turdball pontificates at us "that it is a day when we all come together;  when we are united as a national identity….." you know that the wheels are falling off.

Glued to the racist, elitist and ignorant paradigms of the White Australia Policy of the 30's, the ruling rabble are again showing themselves to be not only  irrelevant to the C21st  but consciously divisive and retrograde.

This may bring some pleasure to clowns like Le Jongleur Roskam  at the Coot's-With-Queer-Ideas-From-a-Parallel-Universe (aka, the IPA) as a diversion in their quest to make Australia a fully mindless, free-market, capitalist tool for the 1% to play but with the social cracks getting as wide as the country's wealth disparity they must be aware they are close to being swallowed up in the coming dissension.

..says it all, really.

Lately sensing a turn of tide, the wholly unimaginative un-environment minister, Hungarian Fictions Frydenberg, attempting to be better-late-than-never penned a story announcing with boyish enthusiasm that he had discovered electric cars and that they were "a-good-thing" only to be roundly abused as proselytising for Tesla by Right-Wing Lump of Bile, Judy Sloan. Who said of Fictions, " What was he thinking? If there ever was a country less suited to electric vehicles, it’s Australia."  Now: that Judes is a pretty nasty piece of work, particularly if you happen to be an Early School / Kindergarten Teacher and that her economic sense is less trickle down but more slow drip, is probably well understood but Oz not being suited to electric vehicles? Really?  But then she's probably,1/ ignoring, 2/ can't rise above the muck of The Ugly American Murdoch's stable or 3/ just hasn't noticed the electric trucks with ranges of 800Km or the little solar backed-up commuter cars from Germany with a 300km range. You can see her now, waddling over to Mr Benz in 1886 and authoritatively telling him, "Karl, you know this isn't going to work, don’t you? You have no roads and no oil wells and besides, Rupert doesn't like it!"

Greendale Pub

Another frightened of progress is our Biggest Miner Gina's "bestie," ex-New Zealand philanderer / adulterer and alleged Transport Minister, Barnyard Joyce who sees the replication of the overseas ban on petrol and diesel in favour of pursuing electric as nonsense.." for as long as we can Frack the Hunter region and drain the Murray/Darling she'll-be-right…"

It was not ascertained whether this alleged outburst was the result of Delirium Tremens or the issuing of divorce settlement papers.

Chiming into all this and helping to kick this ruling rabble can back to the C19th was Craig " Punter" Kelly who oddly, for a climate change sceptic, is the chair of the ruling rabble's environment and energy committee (primarily to advise Fictions). Punter doesn't like wind farms, renewable energy and tobacco taxes but he likes the IPA. Needless to say, what he said is wholly irrelevant as it has been alleged that even most of his colleagues think he's a twit, too!

Apart from sinking the boot into Dan-the-Man here in the Tardis State (which is no longer going backwards) Truffles has thrown some shekels at the not-so-Great Barrier Reef in order to A/ look like he really cares  and B/ regain his lost popularity by doing what environmentalists and marine scientists think is "a wasteful publicity stunt" that will have minimal impact on the Crown of Thorns Starfish ravaging the reef.

Aussie of the Year was awarded to a scientist… a Quantum physicist, Professor Michelle Yvonne Simmons, whose work has been heralded as launching Australia into "the space race of the computing era."  Truffles, whose ruling rabble Mk2, like the ruling rabble Mk1 of Rabid the Hun, doesn't boast a science minister because the climate change deniers/sceptics and Neanderthals of this rabble would be embarrassed by thinking, hypocritically gave the prize to her.

The photos are from the local on Australia Day; it was worth noting that the mood was very flat…plenty of bikers from somewhere else… not much happening around the local CFA tanker, only a few watching the woodchop…but plenty of synthetic patriotism attached to things  and beer in cans only … saved being "glassed," I was told. Generally these days are fun: not this year.. perhaps the effect of politicising the rural volunteer brigades by the State ruling rabble opposition cohort has borne its own obvious fruit

Advance Australia Where?

Bogans all let us lament

That we are full of fear

We’ve privatised all in making wealth

For investors not from here.

Our abundant natures gifts are raped

For compensation poor.

Oft wrapped in flags of Chinese make

And ranting slogans of mindless hate

In words fully three and sometimes more

Advance Australia Where?

Below our smoggy Southern Cross

All things wrecked by Rabid's IPA whim

And 457’s on the rise

Our future does look grim.

We say to those fleeing shock and awe

“We’re bloody full, right! So fuck off

Illegal Queue jumpers welcomed here

Only if your Burqa’s doffed”

Still …Oz Flagged wrapped in sentiment fake

Advance Australia Where?

Hoo-roo,

Shane