Richard Tonkin's blog
I went down an alley, and I found a curry shop
Saw a social media post which posed something along the lines that those who are uninformed shouldn't be discussing what's happened today as such discussions were promoting the spread of racism. It's a well-meant train of thought, but I have a couple of disagreements in that
(a) The racism was always there- such events make it feel socially permissable for those folks to spout it, and I for one am happy to see them "out themselves"
They're going to throw the switch tonight to turn the filters on
Soon certan ways of thinking will be forever gone
"The New Age Of Serenity" they say it's going to be
but this gun against my head says that the bastards won't get me.
Waiting for "The Switching Hour" I think where this began
bank acounts and smartphones in the hands of all of Man
While the phone booths fled like Tardises, and coins to cash cards fell
and without your electronics you weren't anyone at all
The Russian Front
With apologies to Gibert and Sullivan
Ferchrissakes, the British version started under the name of the "Future Warships Project". I've summed up how I see the situation in a wee letter published in the Adelaide Advertiser on Friday:
The dragon's flame lights up the night as it pours to the ground
while we can only run in fright as fire flays all around
Five hundred of our warriors to Paradise have gone
While we toil upon the earth till we can follow on
To me the Alpha state you get when sitting on a shitter
gives one the perfect mode of Zen in which to think up Twitter
It's easy since the implant hooked us all up to the net
Hi, just call me Cyberman- you haven't met me.. yet.
With eyeballs set to HD I take Foodies every day
Status updates bore me, so I've found a better way-
a realtime channel open that everyone can get
Hi, just call me Cyberman- you haven't met me.. yet.
The vote for Scottish Independance has reminded me to write a little of how my Mother's Ross family came to Austraila. Basically we were booted out by the English so our crofts could become sheep stations. We were told by the Church that we were being punished by eviction for the sins of our ancestors (Last time I went to the Church in Bonar Bridge, where the refugees camped before the international diaspora, you could still see the words "the wicked generation" scrawled in a window) and so we went... but not quite..
On hearing the news this arvo of how Tony's off to Inda to hand over our uranium, I dug up my notes here from exactly 8 years ago. This reprint might contain useful background information for anyone keen on following what's (probably this time, maybe?) about to unfold:
When Halliburton CEO Dave Lesar and a "cast of thousands" of Australian dignitaries launched the Adelaide-Darwin in early 2004 everybody was talking about what a boon to Australian exports Mr Cheney's conquest of the Australian desert would be. Of course, nobody was talking about uranium at the time....
Well, the inevitable has happened, and we're going to see boxcars of yellowcake trundling from Adelaide to Darwin within the next few years, Immediately following the announcement of opening of a new Australian uranium mine (at Honeymoon in South Australia's far north east
"To work for the dole" The Abbott spake "you'll sail towards the stars.
There's no job left for you on Earth, you'll have to go to Mars.
The driftwood is shifted as soon as you're lifted, there'll be no sympathisers,
for long it's been known that the bad seeds sown make brilliant colonisers."
At a pub in Spaceport Woomera the Goverment insisted
that the folks departing offworld on vodka got quite plastered
For while their bodies travel stacked in cryogenic freezers
the antifreeze of Vodka to the soul is just like Jesus.
That pub had people drinking there from al across the world
drinking toasts to say goodbye to anything they'd loved.
"Last drinks!"the barman shouted as he banged upon a bell
So we formed in lines and marched toward our Interplanetary Hell.
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.