Come forth young urine, and flow from the bowels of human excrement to the white porcelain of the lavatory bowl.

Your journey has ended, and yet just begun...

There is one difference between the world of satire and the world of mainstream corporate and political indoctrination:

The satirists advertise the fact that they are talking shit.

Sometimes I feel an incredible love for the world. It tears me apart. We are human beings. We have children, lovers, wifes. Regardless of our religion and upbringing. Whether we choose to fly the plane that drops the bombs or press the trigger which releases the rocket propelled grenade. Whether we fix the evening meal or stitch the open wound. We are human. And as a certain playwright once said,

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Dear John Howard and Co,

You are all power hungry no-balls cunts.

Signed,

Wintervacation

Life of a young man

I wrote this four years ago almost to the day:

I’m steadily achieving a clarity of mind which I have been unable to find for the last few months (or as long as I can recently remember – like maybe even while I was at high school, I’m not entirely sure). By clarity of mind I mean that I’m not constantly worrying about what I’m doing, what I’m not doing, what’s ‘real’, what I should do in life (and what if I get it wrong), am I a good/bad person, will I fail/not suceed at something and so on. I mean, it’s still there but it’s not enveloping me like it has previously. I tried to take a lot of stuff on my shoulders and I don’t think you (I) can do that directly – I become unproductive and stagnant. Like you can think so much about what should be done and what you’re not doing and what’s wrong with your life and the world but if you let it control u dealing with it becomes impossible. Ok, it’s like this. Just say there’s this huge stone u want to move. If u try and deal with it all at once and take it on your shoulders you know it’ll break your back and you’ll never get it anywhere. But you try anyway, cause it seems like the ideal way to move the stone. But then you realise you can break it up and focus on moving smaller parts of the stone, and that succesfully moving little parts of the stome are an accomplishment in the first place. And then u realise that you’re lucky to have a stone to move in the first place, and although other people may be moving bigger stones faster than you’re moving your stone, and instead trying to copy the path other people have made with their stones, and comparing your stone to theirs, you realise you’ve still got your stone and if you focus on moving it, however insignifacantly, you know it’ll go somewhere. And you also realise that it’s nice to rest against your stone every once in a while, instead of constantly trying to move it. And of course, people often come over and help you move it, or combine their stone with yours so you have a bigger stone.

So, in my case, I’ve been resting on my stone for a while, or moving it back to where it was previosusly to see if the earlier spot was better, or moving less recognisable parts of it, a combination of the three actually. And because I hadn’t moved my stone forward for so long, I began to wonder whether I could move it at all, and I began to think that I needed to move it all at once in the right direction, even though I didn’t know where that was. But I’m starting to move little bits, or at least beleiving I can move little bits, and I’ve also found comfort in the fact that whether or not I move the stone at all, it’ll be gone soon enough, and I won’t have the choice, so I may as well see how much further it can go.

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

- Bob Dylan, Masters of War

Today is a day I resent my country.

The black stain of fascism is now spreading through Australia like a terminal urethral cancer eating away at the insides of a seemingly healthy young woman. The economy is strong and incomes are high. But we are destroying our humanity.

New police laws coupled with ministerial jurisdiction and a xenophobic immigration system have put a grown man, a doctor, in a detention centre. Without charge after 12 days of police detention. He was granted bail by the courts, the minister moved swiftly to cancel his visa.

The justification is protection from terrorism. Protection from evil. Protection from inhumanity. But unfortunately, inhumanity breeds inhumanity. Wars create fighters. Ignorance for the rule of law in a society breeds a lack of respect for justice administered in that society.

The arrogance and power-greed of White Man trudge on, bulldozing the lives of life-givers, fathers, mothers and children.

If an individual looses faith in the established rules and order, because the rules have been designed to imprison and marginalise them, what avenues are left to voice their concerns?


Violence...perhaps?

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On the immigration debate

Please listen, Philipe Legrain talking on migration, audio link here.
You might have to skip forward about a third of the way through the broadcast. You need realplayer.