Tuesday, February 21, 2012

So it goes...

For those who’ve come across the seas, we’ve boundless plains to share. 

Indeed. The very ground beneath our feet has been sold to the highest bidder.

       A tale of two countries, across the world in time and space; yet in the same boat together, adrift on a bought-and sold sea. Canada and Australia. Two nations running the same course. Weak at the knees and in that grim panic of desperation – that same panic of a man who’s credit card bills and mob debts have run so high his grandkids will have to pay them back. He knows he is doomed. He feels it in his chest. Throbbing heartbeat and racing mind in the darkness as he tries to sleep. He lies awake for hours.  He doesn’t answer the phone anymore. The dread won’t let him. He knows that the time is closing in – that time when at last they send their hired goons around, sledgehammers tucked inside long, heavy trenchcoats. Dark glasses. These boys are mean, and they mean business.
            He knows they’ll be coming ‘round soon enough. They’ll be wanting the money. He can’t pay, not yet. Stuck for options, he logs on. Ebay. He has some valuable assets. Should be enough to keep the goons at bay for a while… at the very least it should be enough to keep them from making rash and final decisions... decisions that may or may not involve said sledgehammers or other dark, unspeakable tools; decisions involving his knucklebones and kneecaps. No. That just won’t do. Fingers tremble and hover above the keyboard.
            Puts a few ads up on Ebay. These things, they’re worth a hell of a lot. They ought to be anyway, they’re heirlooms. Passed down the family for generations. Grim pangs of guilt as he puts it all up for sale; but the fear is stronger… He can just about feel the bastards breathing down his neck. He hears the tortured sounds of a wailing dog somewhere outside, down the street. Horrible sounds.
 Buy Now optional. Yes, indeed… preferable. Those fuckers will be here any minute. 
“Christ, how did it come to this?” he wonders. Stares at the screen in the darkness, face close to the screen. Blue glow bathes the face as he grimly watches the bids. Sweat begins to bead on the forehead… dark thoughts.
            "SOLD". That old wooden clock his grandfather built with his bare hands and long-forgotten handiness that his father tried to pass onto him, but was forgotten in the pace and swirl of life in the Modern Age. He ponders this as he sends an email to the buyer. Chinese. Wonders how the fuck he plans to get the thing to China, but what the hell? A bit of cash. Funny though. Could have sworn it was worth more than that… There’s nothing in the world like it. One of a kind. His grandfather built it with his bare hands. Master craftsman, that old bloke. Shame he never got to make the funeral.Wonder if he's watching now?
          Netbank. Yes! Pay-dirt. Still behind, but it’s a start. One or two more quick sales and he’ll be in the green again. Sigh of relief.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!
Fuck. 
Somebody’s at the door…

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Blue Dot, 2012 AD. Let's Get Posi, yo!

So here we are, 2012. Amid a chaotic time in history, no doubt about it. 2011 was really something, hey? Arab revolutions, the implosion of Europe, the catastophe of Fukushima. A year when tyrants and superpowers bit the dust. Bin Laden, Qaddafi, Kim Jong-il. Old England and the USA on their knees. Occupation wildfires across the earth. People everywhere fed-up with bullshit. A shift to the East, as well. A thousand natural disasters, Mother Earth's fury. Droughts in Africa, tidal waves, floods, fires; strange weather. 7 billion people and counting. Still no changes in politics or economics -- it seems those up there at the top are hell-bent on pushing it 'til doomsday cometh. Can't learn, can't change now; in too deep. Still they talk and threaten war. Iran, now. So much undue chaos out there, everybody needs to just settle down. Nothing gets solved with a headfull of steam and a mouth full of threats.
       Down here at ground level though, things aren't so bad. I mean, I am in Canada, one of the better-off-by-far countries on ol' Earth at the moment, but as I see it, things don't have to be so bad. We're all different, sure, but face-to-face we can get along. All this shouting and yelling and hysteria, pointing fingers, passing blame... What of it? What good is it doing, exactly? Same goes for the media, as the Wall Street gang. Enough bullshit -- let's sort this out together. After all, we're all adults, not louts. We all want the same shit. Peace, Prosperity, a Healthy Earth. The problem is, everybody is carrying on with demands and accusations; there is no dialogue. None whatsoever. None at all. This problem is the same everywhere, from Syria to Greece to Iran, the CEO's of the big Oil & Coal co's, the people wanting justice on the street. Fuck all of it, enough, enough already. I mean, it's a big job in front of us, the clock is ticking and the world leaders, bankers and fossil-fuel merchants are all so far and away in their crazy schemes, but man, let's talk it out. Let's get it together. As people, human beings. Mates, for chrissakes.
       It's gotta start from the ground up, though. Get to know your neighbors, share opinions with people who's views are different to yours. Talk, talk, talk. Make every conversation worth something. Say hello to every person you meet. Let's get the dialogue cracking, as I know it is already. It's already started. Everyone I meet these days is awesome -- people from all walks of life, from oil riggers to bums to wild-running hippies; white, muslim, 'didgi, whatever, so what. There is something important to learn from every single person you see. We've all been through the shit, we're all still going through it. Pass on some wisdom of your own. Say hello to a tree while you're at it. Let the planet know you still love her and to not lose faith in us just yet.
        It's from this talking that the ideas will come, those gem ideas that will shape our fate. When we realize that we're all not so different and that it's not so hard to live well and share a bottle of milk with our neighbors, well; that'll be the day. So let's stop painting doomsday and just get on with the job.
        The job is evolution, my friends. The newspaper men paint it grim and would have you believe that we're all stupid, fucked up and drug addicted, killers and thieves, just don't listen to that bullshit. if you let the bad apples ruin the bunch, you let a lot of good fruit go to waste. What's the point? Lock the door to your house and you've given in. You've let the bastard's get you down. People tend to bemoan the "lack of community" in society these days, so let's make it happen ourselves like in the old days. Say g'day. Some might take you for a wierdo, but what of it? It'll catch on, good talk is contagious.
        Make some small changes in the way you live, even. Turn off a light switch, recycle things. Dropped a smoke or a dollar? Maybe leave it there in case somebody else needs it. Open a door for somebody, offer your seat to a lady. Little good deeds not only make you feel good, they are good for your Karma, and good karma makes for a sweet, sweet life.
        I guess what I'm trying to say here is have a little hope, have some faith. No matter what happens to us this year and beyond into the new age, we're going to be O.K. Think Posi. Live like a mystic. Criticize everything you read and see, try to understand where it is coming from, try to find the motivation behind it (especially the Media and the Government). Read a good book, whether it be Carl Sagan, Jack Kerouac or the Tao-Te-Ching. Discuss it with the person next to you on the bus or some shit, I dunno. It's all about attitude and the way you look at it. See a world full of shit, you get a world full of shit. See a world full of awesome people and a real hope for brighter days, you'll live it and be a part of the manifestation, straight up.
       PEACE!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Coal Front


I came to Glenden with the hope of learning a thing or two about the mining industry, as a journalist, also as an Australian citizen. With the hope of gaining a little insight and understanding, and ultimately not end up being another silly left-sider ranting and complaining without the wisdom that can only be picked up by going and sharing an opinion and a beer or two with those on the other side of the proverbial fence. That, and I wanted to make some quick money, and, these days in Australia, the money is where the mines are.
Along with Western Australia, the New Frontier for the gold-rush-like resources boom is Queensland. In particular, the wide, vast lands to the west of Mackay, the Bowen Basin, among the sparse scrub and ancient crumbling remains of weathered mountains and long dead volcanoes and sacred forgotten indigenous homelands, whose memory is now long forgotten and hinted at only by ochre-paint markings in cliffside caves.
Beneath the tall grass and scrubby trees and the red dusty soil, deep down past the dinosaur bones and the six-inch layer of volcanic ash that lays as buried testament to the violent time of the upheaval of the volcano cores not so far away, lies a black layer of Permian fossil, the condensed remains of vegetation from a time when our continent was still a part of the massive landmass of Pangaea, when all continents were still as one, and in the beginnings of their parting of the ways across the Universal Sea, Panthalassa , some 300-250 million years ago.
 It is this dark layer of ancient black carbon that has brought in all the entrepreneurial types and get-rich dreamers, flocking in for a piece of the Bowen Basin. Those with the backing and the knowledge and instincts for money-making would consider themselves fools for not getting involved and sticking their fingers in the black coal pie. The big boys of business and money-making from all over the world are here: Fat Texans with sweaty hands and gleaming grins, wealthy Indians with spotty records, Secret Chinese Business. But here in Glenden, the Swiss rule all. They own this town, built it from scratch to house the workforces of the two Xstrata mines out here, one underground, one above – open cut. They own just about every single house, they own the pub and Bowling Club, they own the shops and most of the industrial zone, too. To them these streets belong.
Xstrata is a big time player on the international stage, with operations in 18 countries, on all continents, with big-percentage stakes in the global markets of coal, copper, nickel, zinc, ferrochrome and vanadium, and smaller (but still pretty substantial) operations in gold, silver and aluminium. Their biggest shareholder is their big ugly thug of an uncle, Glencore, with a 40% stake. A fellow-Swiss megacorporation, one of the biggest in the world, Glencore is without a doubt one of the true bad boys of globalisation, with a seemingly endless rap-sheet of insider-trading offences and contoversy, union-busting, deals with rogue-states like Apartheid South Africa, Libya and the infamous Iraqi Oil Scam, coupled with a blatant disregard for human rights and the environment and Earth in general; all under the motto of “Do What It Takes”. With this “go getter” approach to business, they have climbed to the top of the ivory tower with the wealth and the muscle to get what they want – to hell with the rest.
 Xstrata's close association with these swine has not come without more than a few raised eyebrows, and, like their big brother, they have not been short of controversy -- particularly here in Australia; overturning Supreme Court environmental enquiries with whisperings from the pocket of the NT government, corruption investigations in WA and community clashes to do with the Anvil Hill mine in New South Wales.
 Down at ground-level though, life in Glenden is good. People are friendly enough, though sometimes with wealth comes a little arrogance. Then again, with general human nature comes a little arrogance. They all work hard for their money. Crime is virtually non-existent here. After all, everybody has money and no need to steal anything. As one underground worker put it to me so eloquently,“No riff-raff or Dole Bludgers – No Problems”. Harley Davidsons sit at ease in driveways, keys stay put in the ignition in big new utes and 4WD's. Grown men with more toys than a kid needs, kids with more toys than is good for them. More dollars than sense?, or just that they have so much money that they can just afford to give themselves and their families all that they ever dreamed of? After all, most of the workers out here have come from working-class backgrounds, from the Australian Struggle. Now they find themselves with more money than they know what to do with; of course they're going to spend it on themselves and the ones they love. At the end of the day, the people here are happy and content. Their lot within the folds of the Xstrata operation is working out nicely for them, and the company does indeed look after it's employees. They are paid lavishly and accommodated as well -- for some $30 dollars a week, and fed at the communal Mess Hall.
The Newlands Coal mine is but one of 34 active coal mines in the 60,000 km2 region of the Bowen Basin, which stretches roughly from Collinsville to Theodore. Xstrata currently has 1,227 employees on it's payroll at Newlands, and is pulling coal from the earth at approximately 11 million tonnes per annum, (a combined total of both the underground and open cut developments) with further extensions planned and waiting for government approval. These extensions seem inevitable. The Bligh government has come forth with plans to increase coal production in Queensland from the current 190 million tonnes to an absolutely staggering 340 million tonnes in the not-so-distant future.
In November last year, her cabinet approved a 30 mega-tonne open-cut mine in Nandean. This will be the biggest open cut mine in the southern hemisphere. In addition to this, there is a proposal in the works for a mine three times as big, a 110 mega-tonne open cut, which will be one of the biggest open wounds on the face of the planet. As it stands, 80% of Queensland is now under some kind of mining lease or exploration permit for developers in the coal and coal seam gas industries. This includes national parks, nature refuges and prime farmlands. Her planned expansion for the coal seam gas industry also makes for tough reading, with current plans to increase the number of operational wells in the Darling Downs region from 1,000-40,000, even after a recent survey showed that around 68% of people are really not so sure about this industry, and want a moratorium into the practices of it before it goes ahead any further. The fact of the matter is, CSG is hugely dangerous. Sure, the gas is good – but it's the method that is the nightmare here. Nobody should be able to light their water on fire. Why don't we just offer somebody a million dollars to find a way of extracting the gas without completely destroying the water supply? Surely there's a scientist clever enough to come up with a solution to that one. If there's not, I'll eat my hat.
Most of the action at the moment, however, is centred around the coal beneath the Bowen Basin. As Australia's largest coal reserve, as well as one of the world's largest deposits of bituminous coal and coal seam gas, it has truly become hell-for-leather to get a piece of the action. The basin is now, according to the QLD Greens, the “single most concentrated source of greenhouse gas production in the world”. Already. And the action really is just heating up.
Newest on the stage is the wealthy Indian businessman, Guatam Adani. He has recently gained approval for a 10 billion dollar mine/railway/port project, which, all going to plan, will become the equal-largest coal mining operation in the world. Again, the Greens estimate that the greenhouse gas emissions produced by this mine alone will be bigger than the government's Carbon Tax hopes to reduce. Most of the 60 million tonnes per year dug from the mine will be shipped, straight through the Barrier Reef, to India. The runoff from the mine is also expected to flow straight into the reef as well. Adani's Carmichael mine is expected to have a lifetime of 150 years.
For all the huff and puff and TV commercials crying foul about the “crippling effects” that the Carbon Tax is going to have on the mining industry, the (dis)proof is in the punch. The industry is accelerating at a rate never seen before. It all flies in the face of all the now-proven climate-change science, all of the environmental crusaders and organisations, and all of the government smokescreens telling of how much they are going to make a difference, and how much they care. If you happen to believe in climate change, or fear at all for the well being of our country and our planet in the long-term, the stage is set and the scene is grim.
There may also be a nasty rattle of truth to the talk of the crippling effects of the tax, too. Particularly for those involved in manufacturing and steel – industries already suffering under the weight of the soaring dollar. Just about every other industry in this country that I can think of is either in big trouble or just about shot or sold off already because of it. Textiles, Tourism, Retail, Agriculture, Manufacturing, Telemarketing. All of it. The high dollar is killing our country. Nobody else seems like they want to say it, but it's the truth. True, our way of life is great and good, but for the most part it came about that way as a result of the aforementioned industries. But this is Capitalism. For somebody to win, somebody else has to lose.
The government backing of this mining boom is entirely logical and reasonable. Careless, short-sighted and greedy, too; but it is not difficult to see it from their perspective. One thing matters to politicians, and that is votes. To get votes, they first need to please their electorate. The electorate wants the government to be able to make money and not go broke, while keeping up to speed in terms of infrastructure and public care and schools and healthcare and such other non-profit ventures – to uphold the Security of life here in Oz -- to Look After Them. To do this, the government needs money, and a lot of it – so, they see the mines as their big glowing key to paying back their debts and giving the throngs what they need. Long-term vision be damned; they need RESULTS, they need money, and they need them NOW!
In a somewhat ironic twist in the tale, the carbon tax, through the associated benefits of revenue-raising from the coal industry, will make it much more profitable for the government to approve new mines and extension projects. Ho ho! Yes sir. Soon it will be too profitable to downscale – or, to not Upscale coal production, even more so than now, and we all know the general track-record of decision-makers when it comes down to making these kind of 'fiscal' decisions. Especially considering the fact that we're broke. I've finally figured the fuckers out. This is The Plan.
 And so... the Earth warms up and it seems we hover in a limbo of endless Catch-22 situations, damned if we do, damned if we don't. The upshot is that the renewables (and the government) will receive a much-needed financial boost. The the other palm reads neverending coal boom and likely more floods/cyclones/drought as the world burns. There is no slowdown in sight. There is still a lot of coal under our soil, and more and more demand for it, as the once third-world moves into the consumer age and the global population rises. Also, I believe, those involved can see that the end of coal reliance may be not so distant, and gains must be grabbed while the window is open. 
The government can tax coal all they like, but unless the root of the problem (the demand for energy and the economic feasibility of renewable energy) is addressed, there can be no real change. But still, I've seen no visible attempts to slow the flow – the mines still seem to always get their way, they always get approved for their extensions and massive mining projects. The sky is the limit, and nothing is sacred.
But, this “Green Revolution” isn't going to happen overnight. Coal is cheap and very profitable, much the same with CSG. Solar and wind and hydro technologies are relatively new, expensive and not yet so finely tuned to provide wholesale power to the masses. With time and funding, though; we may see a reversal of this situation in years to come. Better to take a step in a forward direction and see what happens? I reckon so. It sure ain't no quick fix, this Carbon Tax, but what else have we got? Sure as hell not a great deal of ideas or strategies for the greater incorporation of renewable power in Australia. How about some forward thinking from the left, for a change? Now that the logging industry down in Tasmania has been shot dead, why not give the people down there something to do, by, say... building a huge hydro-power turbine grid off the cape at the bottom and in the Bass Straight, capitalise on that Southern Ocean. Who knows? Maybe if they put the money into it, they could power Melbourne and Tassie with hydro power. Why not? I mean, it's not like we're broke or anything; right? Right?? I mean, surely we have a bit of of money at the moment to throw at projects like this, considering the “Strength of the Aussie Dollar” and the exponential growth of both the coal and coal seam gas industries. Am I right?
That being said, the memories of a handful of pretty harrowing natural disasters still lie not far from the minds of the people and the coffers of the government, particularly that of Anna Bligh, who, despite having handled the floods really well, has turned Queensland into the Whores of the Earth. She will sell, and has sold, anything to the highest bidder. Queensland Rail went first, (Which, surprise surprise, is getting pretty expensive), a Never say no  attitude to mining, and a “Do what you please, you have the whole state to work with – no need for a moratorium” mantra for the Gas Men. Queensland is in the shit. Not only has it become the cheap slut of the corporate world; but it has sold out on it's people, it's agriculture, it's harsh and unique beauty. For what? A new Gateway Bridge? Surely saying “No” to an extension or proposed mine or two will remind these corporations who is the boss here, command a little respect and maybe even drive the prices higher. Nobody respects a whore. We are getting the short end of the stick because Anna Bligh has no restraint. We're still Broke, left to deal with the open sores and piles of dead earth and polluted water and vanishing farmlands that some smart rich cocksucker, laughing to all his pig-nosed ugly mates about overseas, has left behind. And the opposition wants us to NOT tax these bastards? The same opposition who is still happy enough to push for cuts to welfare and pensions and medical research? Please, Tony, you must be Joking... Right?
Somewhere between Gillard, Bligh and Abbot, I feel, lies a recipe for Doom. We must think for ourselves, be our own party and influence the outcome for us, for our country. We are no longer represented – not in the slightest. What do they care about us? What do they care about Australia? Cryptic talk, cheap tricks and deceit. The standard political fare of the times. Weak line-towing media and infotainment brainwashing. Man, look at us. Compare our society with the Mayans, Egyptians, Romans, Greeks. We are the urban primitives, the technological slaves to the money, dollar dollar bill, yall. But we are many, and we are not stupid. We all want the same things. We're all together in this. No more bullshit, Australia. We's all 'lations. Surely we can turn it around, I mean look at all the things that we've invented and done. People have walked on the moon, for chrissakes. All we need to do is invent the New Way and make it Happen. Should be easy enough, I reckon.

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Monday, June 20, 2011

Dragon's Death

The New Earth, 2011 A.D., or, the Year Before, before the (much lauded) “End of the World”. Much fear unspoken and murmurings of Apocalypse. Speculations in whispered talk between close friends of impending catastrophic Earthquake or volcano, flood or oven-atmosphere cranking up the heat and baking the Earth unlivable. Quieter still the musings of Nuclear Death and all-too-possible moments of insanity by the insane unseen madman with a Top-Secret passcode and a finger on a red button, Death triggered from the impenetrable bowels of the Pentagon or Kremlin or the shadowy empire of the much-loved Great Leader of the starving. First silence, then a rumbling and hellish shaking and gradually the sky goes black for ever. Fearful vibes, world-wide it seems, masked and hidden by sayings of “I Don't Believe”, but deep down we all know that the Fear does exist. We are all, after all, not so far removed from beliefs rooted in some kind of pagan animism, witches, ghosts, spirits and Gods.
       Who know’s. It does not seem all together unbelievable. Man, in his tens or hundreds of thousands of years of existence has still not yet evolved far from the level of dumb, barbaric beast. Kill to survive, yes. Kill. Man is greedy, crazy. Altogether untrustworthy. Those who wield power recognise their power to steal and cheat and kill and lie and they do hear the call. Mortal souls of man - still so easily bent to the whims of the Devil. If you listen closely to the wind, the voices of the ghosts of ‘45 can be heard, calling for reason at the onset of dusk - yet night after night, though they scream with more and more intensity their voices distant are buried in the noise and blue light buzz of a hundred million TV screens extolling the virtues of greed and death.
       The surface of the earth is dying, as is the sea. Stupid man cares not and is slow to change for fear the jagged worm will turn red and dive below. Earth’s Death - a worrysome thing, best left to those kids of tomorrow. The same kids down on the street playing with sticks and making shooting noises or just crying and waiting for their first tooth to grow. Ah - hmmm yes leave it to them. Barry bring me the latest figures. How is our growth margin this sector? Steve - Go fetch me a coffee. What do you mean the printer’s broken? Well now, don’t just fucking stand there have someone fix the bloody thing.
       Printer’s broken. System’s broken. When something breaks you either fix it or throw it on the pile and forget about it. Get a new one. People all over the place seem to be waking up to the fact that the machine has broken down. No longer is it economical, no longer is it efficient. It is cumbersome and outdated. Obsolete technology from days of buckshot and steam. Strong vibrations from the grassroots of Man, fed up with the mess of the old machine. Voices growing louder and no-longer suppressed due to the Key from God, the Internet. Loud strong voices spreading like wildfire, uphill and with endless fuel.
So maybe that’s it. 2012. Out with the old and in with the new. Seasons after fire the landscape becomes green and flourishes. New life, birds singing, fresh air and food to eat. The aborigines knew this. They were wise - are wise, and we should listen to them. Rainbow-serpent rumbling with the tractor on his back, crow’s feathers turning black. Take your fingers off red buttons you sad and crazy men. Give peace a chance - all you need is Love. The hippies were right, and so are the people in the Middle East who are dying daily to be Free. The Dragon with the arrow in his heart dies with flailing rage and fire and claws and teeth, so beware, but a dead dragon troubles the villages no more, and his piles of treasure are everyones to share.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Just Like Writing in the Sand...

In the June of 2007 the government under John Howard declared a national state of emergency in the Northern Territory, staging a massive intervention under claims of widespread child abuse, as well as an epidemic of alcohol, drugs and violence. In little time, the government moved into action, sending in the troops to seize 73 remote aboriginal communities and install white officers to take control of them. Draconian new laws were introduced in the communities, and 50% of welfare payments cut off , further increasing poverty and disenchantment. Community leaders and village elders were at no stage consulted before the implementation of this policy. In order to implement this program, known as the Northern Territory National Emergency Response Plan 2007, the government "suspended" the Racial Discrimination Act of 1975, due to the laws included in this act protected the aboriginal people from discrimination and compulsory land acquisition. They also created new legislation to circumvent the Aboriginal Land Rights Act 1976.

The government went on a media frenzy at the time, proclaiming boldly the state of a national emergency. The media circus was headed by PM John Howard and the former Minister for Indigenous Affairs, Mal Brough, who declared on ABC Radio that "Every single one of these communities has a number of active pedophiles in them". A statement that turned out to be a blatant lie. Following three formal police investigations, a number of 7,433 children where checked for signs of sexual abuse, of which only four children showed any sign that they may have been abused.

The government came in with promises to improve medical facilities and education and childcare, bringing in with them a budget of 672 million dollars to spend on building these new facilities and more houses for people to live in. What they didn't tell us is that the communities are being bribed. The government is refusing to build houses and infrastructure unless the lands that the aboriginal people had won back from 1976 onwards , and after "Terra Nullius" was overturned in 1992, is handed over to the government on a 40 year lease. They are being forced to give away their homelands and their rights in the name of a handful of cheap demountables. Quite a number of communities have been essentially forced to give up their land rights, such as the Guliwinku people in Arnhem Land, who signed off the rights to their land in exchange for a promise of 50 new homes, which the government later downgraded to 15. As of yet, no homes have been built for them, and in actual fact the number of homes built for the 73 indigenous communities of the NT is less than ten all up. Meanwhile, over 75 homes have been built for the police and federal forces who have assumed control of the communities.

Conditions in these settlements are still very grim. Alcohol and drug use is still rampant, and old ways are getting lost to the ugly side of westernised culture. Australia is the only "civilized" country yet to have eradicated the blindness-causing eye infection trachoma. Other diseases and infections are widespread, especially among the kids. Diabetes is also at staggering levels due to processed food and soft drinks sold at the shops in the communities, which by chance happen to carry the highest prices for groceries of anywhere in Australia. We are a rich country, and yet we hide the third world in our backyard. Australian indigenous life expectancy is the lowest of all global indigenous peoples, being some 17 years less than that of Australian white people. Child mortality rates are three times higher than that of white Australians also.

More and more aborigine families are being forced into these settlements from their traditional homelands and healthy age-old lifestyles as the government forces them out to make way for mining projects to dig up more uranium to provide for the obviously retarded nuclear industry. It seems uranium is worth more than the livelihood of these people, more than their freedom. This is what this whole thing is really about, and it's so blantantly obvious and contemptible it makes me sick. Where is the TV media on this one? No surprises actually.

I just cannot believe that this is still happening in this day and age, where our government claims things like "a land of opportunity", "equal rights", "justice", "freedom". Bullshit and hypocrisy. It's the same racist fucking system as it was when the constitution was made back in 1900. Even after the Mabo case, and giving them the right to own land and vote and saying "sorry", our Aborigines are been faced with what can only be described as genocide. Their situation continues to get worse. Australia is the only Commonwealth country without a bill of rights or a constitution for the rights of the people. Some democracy, hey?!

Still we take their land and their dignity and their way of life, forcing them to live in filth and poverty in mission camps at the fringes of our highly civilized lie. Out of sight, out of mind, out of the way so we can mine. Because, fuck it. Human rights don't fill the coffers and keep an economy strong do they? We must ensure that those numbers stay green so we can call ourselves brilliant world leaders and responsible economists. Look how smart and strong we are! Yes! Go Australia! Ah yes, Growth! Prosperity! Yay Capitalism!

Yet who exactly is prospering from all this? Sure as hell isn't those poor bastards whose land they steal, that's for sure. Is it You, or Me? No. Well, maybe. Spare a little caviar for the locals wont you, ERA and Rio Tinto? It's the least you can do.

Below is a documentary called "Our Generation". It is ESSENTIAL viewing for every single Australian. Please watch it.. Follow the link below. Watch it, show your Mum, tell your pals. Do it.

http://thoughtmaybe.com/video/our-generation 
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http://thoughtmaybe.com/video/our-generation 
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http://thoughtmaybe.com/video/our-generation 

I'm Sorry.

Generation One.
TREATY 

Monday, April 25, 2011

At the Going Down of the Sun...

...We will remember them.
As indeed we must.
On distant fields they fought and died,
and did it just for us.

Australian and Kiwi sons,
Hearts brave and true
On distant fields they fought and died
For their country,
For me and you. 

So.
Let us remember them
And learn from them some lessons.

They fought for freedom,
Stood tall through fear.
Taught us that we all can be heroes,
Brave sons and daughters,
Just like you and me.

In their stories and their memory
lies our very history.
Therein lies the Australian Spirit,
Unbreakable and strong.
Even in the face of death,
When all hope seems gone.

Through their sacrifice,
We have also learned
Of the ugliness of war.

The Hatred and Fear.
Death.
The need to kill somebody
Just the same as you..

Innocence and lives lost,
At Immeasurable cost
On distant fields so far from home.

War.
What is it good for? 
Absolutely nothing. 
Though some things are worth fighting for.

We will remember you.
Brave Diggers,
Sons and daughters.
Lest we forget what you fought for,
Lived and died for.

We stand together in remembrance.
We salute and thank you.
We owe to you our Australian Spirit.

So raise a glass, hands on hearts,
And Advance Australia Fair.

Lest we forget.



Friday, April 15, 2011

The Climate Change Debacle

Hello all. A long time between drinks indeed. I've been wrapped up trying to finish this book that I'm writing, but anyway, I'm back!

There's been a lot of debate over the last few weeks about the government's proposed carbon tax. It's a contentious issue, and everybody seems to have an opinion on it,so I'm going to throw my hat in the ring here. I went along to the pro-tax rally up here in Brisbane last weekend. 4000 people turned up in support, which tells me that there are a lot of people out there keen for green energy and looking after our big blue home better.
      
I do like the tax in theory. Apart from a small percentage of dinosaurs and rich businessmen, (and the federal opposition, it seems), who still refuse to believe the facts concerning the effects that carbon emissions are having on our climate, I recokon 95% of people want to see a move away from fossil fuels towards the renewables like solar, and at least a concerted effort to clean up our act in general. The government has proposed that the top 200 polluters in the industry sector be made accountable for the damage they are doing, and pay for it accordingly. And why not? It is they who are doing the majority of the damage to our environment and our air supply, and they are making a good deal of money in the process, so I see no problem with that proposal.

I am worried about this thing though. I just can't bring myself to trust it. I think it has been rushed in without any real planning, I mean it is two months at least since the scheme was announced, and still there is nothing more than hearsay on what it all actually means, what the rate of tax will be or where the money is going to go. I am worried also about the stipulations regarding to be the accountability of the big corporations. This is big business that we are talking about here. These bastards will lie and cheat and steal and just about do anything to keep their profit margins in the green, make no mistake about it. The majority of these companies do have the money also to avoid downsizing their operations, and therefore avoiding reducing their carbon emissions.

I also have doubts about what exactly the government will do with the money gained from the scheme. Common sense would dictate that the money be used to directly fund invenstments in the renewable energy sector and possibly more rebate schemes like the successful solar rebate scheme. This, however, seems unlikely. At best a fairly small cut of the money will be used to make substantial moves forward in this direction. Most likely the money raised will go towards the government's plan to get the nation's budget back to surplus. Funny that. As long as the budget is in surplus it appears, at least figuratively that all of the country's financial issues are sorted and everything is fine and dandy. What the figures don't say though is that the rest of us have less money than we used to. But that's another story altogether.

Unfortunately I feel that the all too likely scenario to come out of this whole fiasco will be this. A relatively small reduction in carbon emissions, higher prices for consumers across the board, escpescially for energy, and fairly poor return towards renewable energy. The government is too cozy in bed with the big polluters because it is ultimately they who are in the drivers seat of the nation's economy.

I have to say that I think this tax will be a failure. I hate to say it and I hope i'm wrong. It will probably make life a little tougher for little result. That being said, I hope that it goes through. Otherwise we are back at square one. At least the foot is in the door now to a cleaner future. Let's get this thing happening and see how it goes and move on from there. There is a long way to go with this fight, so let's take a look and see what happens I reckon. Maybe another rise in energy rates is exactly what we need. Everybody is already pissed off about the price of power these days, so I see another rate hike will do nothing but encourage more people to become involved in the debate and get behind green energy. It's going to be shockingly mismanaged, you can count on that, but at least Gillard is doing something in the name of positivity for once in her life.

Go carbon tax.