Mangled Thoughts

Who, Resolution , Prediction

Carmen Lawrence I will find my memory She nearly manages it but, it escapes her entirely and that is some feat for, face it, it’s sluggish, doesn’t run fast.

Kevin Rudd I will bend over for Toffi Anan more frequently; He does it twenty times a day; and -
I musn’t let C.L. sit too close to me or I’ll lose my memory and then I’ll forget where I stored my nuts
for next winter. Too late for the chipmunk

Mark Latham I wanna be dah leadah; No, really? I will adopt C.L.’s plan to become dah Rulah, we will all wear nappies. Already done.

Kim Beazely I want to be Defence Minister so I can buy some more concrete submersibles for the navy, cap guns for the army, and rubber band planes for the RAAF, to help out our bolshie pals, Sweden, with more billions. Seems Santa has given Sweden a miss and far into the future

Peter Costello No genuinely Liberal Party be launched, and win . Well, at least he’s honest, the Coalition Ps. are also socialistos.
For when I look at what voters did to the ALP, I fear we would join them as a minor party. Unfortunately, he’s right, for a few more years but,, after that, who can tell.

John Howard I feel young. He’s not going to retire before term is out and will start planning to beat Ming.

Bob Carr I will win the N.S.W. state election. Nope.

Steve Bracks I resolve to improve upon what we did this year. Yah, just what I fear.

Rann, Premier S.A. I’m a leadah too Goochy, goochy goo.

Premier of W.A., Hey, I can outdo Bracks in dah S.S.R. stakes Difficult to beat B. but, in his case it’s plausible

Beattie, Qlnd No one is as big a commie bastard as I am, but I’ll make sure of it this year Hmm, perhaps they are all neck and neck, but Beattie will put in a great effort for imposing many a stasiland ` law’ .

U.S. Leftoids Already addicted to necrophilia, they turn to necromancy to show Susan Sontag is alive. Can’t tell the difference, she was dead from the neck up. She will communicate, `Help me, I’m in hell.’

John Kerry I’m a roamin in a wasteland, looking for a mate He does find Mr. Moose .

Michael Fat Whale’s Bum Moore Fresh from engineering several election losses resolves to help out the French socialist parties. What, a chance, a slim one but a hance the French will join the free, civilised world?! It seems a prediction, no matter
how tenuous it is, of nothing but a divine miracle is in order.

Canada’s Commie Chretien We will become an Islamic-fascist-commie country by the end of 2005 Right on track. Osama will become a citizen of Canada.

Britain The L.P. will bestow a new anthem :
Britania, Britania once was free;
Now, thanks to us we are ever ever slaves. Truthful; very likely.

N.Z. Helen Clarke orders two outboard engines, sails N.Z. to Cuba and attaches it to the latter. Metaphorically, already done. But, in good old marxist fashion, she desires it to be also true
( She’s taken the Greens degree in science. ) I’m sceptical but, who can tell, she might succeed.

England 1st 11 Win the ashes Hope springs eternal: Oz 3-2

Putin I will make Russia a glittering light He will be toppled this year

Osama Allah protects me, I will destroy the U.S. and all the west
Will be caught and executed

Oz leftoids Take a leaf out of their favourite guru, the Beatles, and go on a mystery tour
Nothing new in that.

Peter Garrett Renounces Greenism and ACF as fraudulent and pernicious No he won’t, he’s made too much money
and pernicious out of it to throw up his day job as a corrupter of youth

Newkirk Swears off crushing insects and grass

She will be able to do that in prison -no grass in a cell to murder and she can let bugs live and enjoy themselves by having a jolly good munch on her hide. With a bit of luck, she’ll become bosom pals with another pestilential bug, malaria - she would, if she is consistent in her beliefs, ensure she is a good, safe dog kennel for the little beasties.

That’ll do for now.Until Tuesday next week, when one will resume, on one’s own New Year resolution, blogging with gusto - and I have something in the wind, another Bracks-ALP scam is about to end in ruins, I shall watch keenly and unfurl the nasty facts.

Season’s goodwill best to all.
D.

by inference, earthquakes.

While away, one just listened to classical music and the cricket on the radio. So, one was saved the nasty, ugly rubbish put out as news in newspapers and t.v. Just abrief news report sufficed, one didn’t need the obscene rubbish put out by the media to consider the ramfications of the human catastrophe and that is it: they went through it, not the the handwringing slobs in the media, including one girlie on a.m. ABC radio who demonstrated her beautiful navel by saying:

We who lived through this and have survived it (!!!!) have learned lessons about life,living, death, and survival. (!!!!!!!!)

The topic was changed and she twittered on like the vacuous little girlie she is. Not, though, to mark, such exhibition of stupidity, shallowness and conceited feigned sensibilities are peculiar to her, as the false hand wringing and moralising of the medja, the `major charities ‘ and The Revd. Tim Costello shows.

This report is juvenile and nasty:

Tsunami waves are distinguished from ordinary ocean waves by their great length between peaks, often exceeding 160km in the deep ocean, and by the long amount of time between these peaks, ranging from 5 minutes to an hour.

While they cannot be seen from the air, or felt aboard an ocean-going ship, tsunamis can cause as great a loss of life and property as their other natural disaster cousinstornadoes and hurricanes.

In this case, the tsunami about takes about 180 minutes, travelling 1600km, to reach Sri Lanka where, as in the coastal areas already struck it wreacks untold havoc.

Hello Dick, hello bloody Dora, where’s Spot.

Then, James Ensor is director of public policy, Oxfam Community Aid Abroad :
James Ensor: Rich countries can do better

December 30, 2004

BEFORE being browbeaten into retreat by the US administration, UN aid official Jan Egeland this week accused the rich world of being “stingy” with both its tardy response to the Indian Ocean tsunamis and more generally with aid. Is he right?

However, other donors have been slow to respond to and understand the scale of the emergency. Contributions from Britain, the US and European Union so far fall well below what is required. Time is running out if the international community is to meet the immediate needs of people affected by the tsunamis.

Rich countries can easily afford to deliver the necessary aid and debt relief. On average, rich countries spending 0.7 per cent of their national income on aid is equal to a mere one-fifth of their expenditure on defence and half of their expenditure on domestic farm subsidies. The US is spending six times more on its military program as it would cost to increase its aid budget to 0.7 per cent. Cancelling the debts of 32 of the poorest countries would also be small change for the rich nations. The cost to the richest countries would amount to $1.8 billion each year over the next 10 years or on average a mere $2 for each of their citizens every year.

I see, Enser, the earthquake and the tsunami were an evil capitalisto plot.

I refuse to donate a single cent to dah `major charities’. They rely on disasters to pursue their own selfish socialisto ends. They happen to exploit them as a means of prying cash out of people who otherwise are compassionate and do wish to do something for those hit with a disaster, and not just on that scale. The ratain advertising firms year in year out, constantly developing advertising campaigns which are launched as soon as the next catastrophe occurs, that does not come cheap.

So Tim Costello found his opportunity to find megastardom , playing at being a useless hero, he gave up his christmas to be there, big deal.

Ah, yes, the U.N. can’t let go of an opportunity to show what a pack of commie bastards they are:

On the UN: As the scope of the catastrophe on coasts from Indonesia to India becomes clearer, so does a solution on how the relief effort must be handled ? this is a job for the UN. As UN official Jan Egeland warned yesterday, the disaster is unique in harming so many countries over such a vast area.

For something sensible, in stark contrast, this, Are Tsunamis Good for the Economy? by Chris Westley

Of course not, he points out, and very telling also is:

disaster is, above all, a human tragedy

Natural disasters are a fact of life, but the evidence is clear that they cause much less destruction than wars (and other fruits of the nation-state).

It is also clear that the best protection against natural disasters is not an expansion if the public sector on an international basis, but wealth creation. It is no mistake that natural disasters, which are quite equitable in distribution between rich and poor countries, are more devastating to the poor than the rich. The establishment of a thriving private sector in Sri Lanka, India, and Indonesia is crucial for a quality of life to develop there that can withstand earthquakes and their aftermath as well as does the California coast.

He also notes that the usual culprits exploit disasters, such as politicians who compound problems by forcing rebuilding in areas prone to calamities.

I believed it was a bit of a joke that the ` man causes global warming’ brigade would attribute the catastrophe to just that but, no, that is what some are trying to do. Unbelievable but, one Dr. Phil Cummins, senior seismologist with Geoscience Australia, wrote:

“There are theories that climate change is having an effect and influencing earthquake occurrence. This is yet to be verified.”

So, its true, it was due to an evil capitalisto plot.

Who-ever the culprits are, they would best serve themselves by taking a Phd in, `the life of the wee folk at the bottom of the garden, a Descontruction of the context in which they live their lives, and how nasty capitalistos oppress them.”

One geuinely interesting note , however is:

The massive earthquake may have shortened the day by three micro-seconds, scientists said..

Doesn’t seem much at all really, but taken with the next sentence, then we have a phenomenon which touches on something momentous, to say the least :

It made the earth wobble on its axis and permanently altered the physical map, U.S. geophyscists said.

It touches on ,

Lambertian Fallacies
the Earth shifting its axis of rotation

I’ll soon buy a coat with a battery operated heater in it, for summer wear:

First snow in desert kingdom
From correspondents in Dubai
December 31, 2004

SNOW has fallen over the United Arab Emirates for the first time ever, leaving a white blanket over the mountains of Ras al-Khaimah as the desert country experienced a cold spell and above-average rainfall.

While in Victoria, after a couple of hot days, this weekend resumes the relished summer weather, clouds, lots of them, cool to cold, rain. Very warm that is.

It’s pleasant pondering through (non-govt.) galleries, poring over what’s on offer. Who can tell, one day, there, in some nook or cranny, might be the doings of some young talent not yet famous and so the piece is a snip. There would be the satisfaction of saying, `There, I, after the gallery’s proprietor, had discovered the thing first.’ There are those, however, best left undisocvered Then, those who should not have been discovered at all, they are on the gravy train of guvmnt. funding. It strikes one as a steaming stink of a contradiction that any entrepenurial type gallery can be a commune for the pets of the Immoderate Left, artistes, a sort of collectivised bed-sit cum shop.

We had made a mistake. There is a brand newly done up shop with the sign , art gallery, the facade done up in a colourful way, perhaps that should have registered as a warning bell. We entered and were ready to walk right out again. The contents were a mixture of rubbish and what could be mistaken for the juvenile efforts of future tyros. No, we were assured that the culprits were already tyros, names peeled off nobody has ever heard of, and treated to a complete and full account of the `journey of the artiste’. Now, without seeing anyone’s ouvre, if a complete novel has to be written about each item of it, and about the artiste’s journey, then, just it, aint no artist but an artiste and their scrap.

The real taxpayer kept artistes like to proclaim how uncapitalisto, how unworldly, how altrusitc they are, art for art’s sake and all that rot. Certainly to the likes of Carravaggio, Michaelangelo, Turner, or to literary tyros like Bill Shakespeare, Kipling and Conrad and Waugh, Tennyson, making money out of their demonstrated mastery was not a grotty affair at all. Neither is it to the pets of the Immoderate Left.

Not at all. Indeed, when we did exit the `gallery’, I left with the distinct impression that, unlike those with real talent whose works do sell, the artistes are a real money-grubbing bunch. I’m pretty sure of this, we having been treated to an extensive summary of the number of `grants’ they had been paid to `produce’ their `works’, and the in-ordinate lengths they have to go to in order to ensure politicians ensure the funds keeping flowing their way. Their motto can be neatly reduced, `no stuff stolen form taxpayer’s, no workee’, and worse, `we can’t even begin to create’.

Hmmm, they sound like the increasing numbers of young tyros at the bar, admitted to it and from the mid 1980’s. They won’t, as opposed to what they whine of , “can’t”, practise their newly acquired trade unless some law firm, or a govt., takes them on at a satisfyingly high pay packet, instead of hanging out their shingles standing on their ability (if they are any bloody good), and wear out some shoe leather, do their apprenticeship, live thriftily, and establish themselves off their own bat, for a few short years.

The name of one garbage mouth , Garbutt, a minister in the Bracks lead no.1 commune, the Spring St. Spiv Regime, seems to be dear to Victoria’s artistes . Garbutt makes, it seems, every effort in sowing the leftoid coddling moth principles through `art’. Throws as much money as possible at their pets. Needless to say, the commune believe they are entitled to what is after all stolen property.

It was also amusing to detect, as the Immodest left in `My Son’s Wife’, they are keen to attach themselves to anyone with money and susceptible, so they believe, throwing it at them so they can continue to explore the mysterious ways of being an artiste. Much better is, the victim has also first rate political connections, to swindle more of the taxed stuff. Each of us formed the distinct impression the communistos assumed that we were , a) tycoons, b) fools, c) naive on art, and therefore, d) willing to abet them by throwing heaps of cash at them, to `create’. You could tell, the attempted sting had been prepared with such lyrical sentiments as, the `journey of the artiste’ requires that they be “allowed to journey in the isloation of the spiritual uniqueness of the artist’.

Also needless to say, their `ouvre’ includes having spent time on `projects’ in isolated Aboriginal villages `exploring’ profound mysteries. `Very soulful’, `very spiritual’, we were assured. In the next breath, they were, however, `glad to leave’ , “there were too many issues to cope with”. Mastering even just the raw basics of a discipline artistic, however, not being an `issue’ at all, never.

So, in good leftoid form, the collective of artistes have `developed’ in the regular, approved way for the aspiring artiste. Academy trained, then their first grant say from, a union or a local council, then, state govt., and then federal yartz council. Then, the leftoid clergy jump in, throwing the stuff donated by parishioners to `commission’ `art’ which, amusingly, has already been paid for by `grants’, yes, we were informed some lefty cleric had squandered parishioners money on leftoid diorreaha already paid out by a hefty does of taxpayers’ stoen property. It was art, though, because the propaganda had been painted, all the difference don’t you know.

People froth at the mouth over conmen pretending to be businessmen. Media howl for them to be lynched and govts. work over-time to put out stasi-land `law’, to make business `moral’. Yet, under the screen of the name, art, a great con, fraud, swindle, is perpetrated every day, since how many decades ago, at great burden to good old real taxpyer.

I was relieved that, for the rest of the day, we had some more pleasant distractions ahead of us. It had been a nasty blot on the X-mas break, to stumble upon the inside of another great scam run by guvmnts., and due entirely to false advertising the gallery as an entrepenurial effort. Well, I suppose it is in a way, the artistes are very `entrepeneurial’ in joining in on the great boon of stealing property per taxation off real taxpayers. Thus can, pets can feel `valued’ for nothing at all, and the Intemperate left can enjoy another fraud by which to scatter their priniciples all about while feeling they are possessed of solid discimination on art. Indeed, the `gallery’ is an artistic distillation of what interventionist, all consuming, all stealing taxing, policing govt. is about, rubbish, down right rubbish, at tremendous burden.

No `steaming stink of a contradiction that any entrepenurial type gallery can be a commune for the pets of the Immoderate Left’, at all. It turned out, it is entirely kept at expense to good old real taxpayer, inlcuding parishioners of dah Churches.

Despite the aggravation, I was remarkably restrained. They had mentioned a proposed artistic endeavour, requiring lots and lots of `grant funding’, and bringing lots of artistes from `around the world’ ( there are many of us around the world’ well yes, there are). In reply, I asked, `So, when do you begin.’ One of them deliberatley or not, construed that as asking, `well, when do you commence learning the dsiciplines they are so keen to prove themselves in’ . I was loathe to correct the error until the end when one of them remarked, `we will have to have a discussion about it’. A ghastly notion, so I added the correction to their error. Well, it was the holy season and I didn’t wish to ruin the insides with a cyst, I needed them for food and booze.

The boosters, of, man causes `the big we are doomed it’, blame droughts, usual summer weather, etc. on man makes climate dance. The earth quake and tsunami, as Louis points out below, were terrific flies in the ointment. So was, Monday, where I was, it was frigging freezing. By 10 a.m., it felt like hail storm weather. I went fishing, standing up to the guts in water, and all waist down was warmer than all above the w. Then, it hailed, twice. It’s not nice standing out in the water up to the guts being stoned, the skin being flayed off the living flesh - there’s nowhere to run when standing in water a couple of feet higher than the nuts because, you can’t frigging run for it.

Was it worth it? Oh, well, a nice brace of fish, a couple snapped tippet, some others released. I’m sure I had fun, allowing for a bit of recovery from hypothermia, stitching the skin back together, in front of a fire that evening, downing, scotch, port and cigars - purely medicinal of course, the gizzards and the grey blanc mange that slops around inside the old cranium were in need of re-activation.