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On a celestial USB
You wouldn't say it a "nice" feeling to see proof of what you've suspecting for nine years, but it does bring a sense of vindication. Since 2005 I've worried that Adelaide was being turned into a U.S. Navy refurbishment facility. Late last year the South Australian Governent hired a Nashville based PR firm in order for such a thing to happen.
Just over a week ago Palmer Gibb published on blogsite The Sunlight Foundation of how Adelaide spent (at the end of 2013) over two hundred thousand dollars on hiring PR firm Fletcher Rowley on its behalf. The comany's brief is explained its mandatory US filings as a "Foreign Agent":
It's amazing how much stuff that's unremarked on in Australia (let alone Adelaide) can be found by googling "defenSe" and not by our own spelling. I can't find local reporting of a US Congressman serving on the Armed Services Committee visiting Adelaide last February, but the jaunt has raised eyebrows "back home". It was written up in the Washington Examiner as "the most expensive privately funded trip on record".
On what was (across the dateline) Valentine's Day in the US, Congressman Mike McIntyre and his wife arrived in South Australia for a week-long visit. The trip was paid for by South Australia's Defence Teaming Centre, an industry organisation that liases with the State Government run defence department DefenceSA. DefenceSA is run by Mr Andrew Fletcher, who served as Halliburton's Global Vice President for Infrastructure during the early Iraq war years.
Way past midnight down the road he eloquently staggered
with eyes half closed, a quarter-smile on a face dementedly haggard.
I asked him where he's going, he answered me "Fuck knows.
Depends on which direction that the cold wind blows."
An American defense system corrupted from within by an organisation planning to use cyberdata tracking for the purpose of eliminating 20 million people, thus bringing order to seven billion. No, it's not the beginning of a new Michael Moore book- it's the plot for Marvel's dark new offering, "Captain America- The Winter Soldier".
Last year, on land set aside by a caring family who'd lost a loved one in World War Two, the RSL conducted (first time since the 1960s) an official remembrance ceremony. A few hundred turned up, many I talked to who'd come all those years ago and had returned to show that this was still their place for those memories.
I came to this site via the kindness of Margo Kingston, who saw me flailing about the cyberverse about Halliburton in Adelaide and offered me a spot here. My first blog became the only Australian blog linked from the pages of HalliburtonWatch. My jokes about St Clair being a HAL-based project came true when KBR finally published their work on the gig as an ad on their website. If what happened last year occurs again today, as I'm sure it will, then maybe the work of a War Company that's morphed into real estate is going to backfire because of their violation of a decades-long war tradition.
For a long time I've thought that blogging is recording History for the Future. I've acted online that way for a decade now. Even from my little corner of cyberspace you can watch the changes easlily. The people who love words (who also tend to put more thinking time into stuff) are finallly getting a chance to show the Merely Verbal Folk that their minds are on an equal level. I see it daily in the bar, and love it.
There's a young bloke who calls himself a "comedy hypnotist" who occasionally does shows at our family's pub. It's been interesting to watch him over a couple of years and see his practice and confidence evolve him into a clever portrayalist of how easily many people's behaviour can be influenced.
Watching people who would need to have been extraordinarily consumnate actors to fake their behaviours do silly stuff like lose the number 7 from their counting, thinking that you're a genius but unable to remember your name, thinking your name is E I E I O and getting more quietly pissed off every time someone"forgets" I watched and giggled, kept watching as, in response to the implanted suggestion, one of the hypnotised blokes remembered what had occurred onstage by raising a drink to his lips- the play of emotions across his face said it all..
(Published in full, the poem I wrote for that Petition last week)
As World War Two came to an end, those who'd lost Loved One and Friend
Petitioned Woodville Council that they set aside land
A place In Living Memory, the love for their Dead for all to see
(With apologies to Malvina Reynolds)
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes in our leafy parks
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
Theres a Liberal one, and a Labor one
I"ll give you the first couple of verses- if you want to read it to it's end and sign, I'd be eternally in your debt. There are two weeks till the South Australian election. Every signature to this will make a difference to the Park's survival! The end of the poem is here: Garden
An eyewitness account from last week's 15th Frances Folk Gathering:
Witching Hour at Frances, all was going well
till a bunch of new arrivals started raising hell
banging a tent together in the middle of the night
then yelling at each other until the dawn's first light
(To the tune of Kingston Town)
Down the Bay all the Knights of Jay
sip cocktails on the deck of Kevin Foley's yacht
With every drink the ship did sink
for the Wets were caught in a Right Wing Plot
And I'm sad to say that it's Goodbye, Jay
We won't see you come Election Day
Your polls are down, no chance to turn them around
and little Adelaide will be a Liberal Town
In a few, mad hours this morning, state Labor’s electoral hopes have been damaged irreversibly.
Party faithful went to bed last night harbouring outside hopes of a state election victory.