London burns - causes & consequences of the riots - an anarchist perspective | Anarchist Writers

London burns - causes & consequences of the riots - an anarchist perspective | Anarchist Writers

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The moral decay of our society is as bad at the top as the bottom – Telegraph Blogs

The moral decay of our society is as bad at the top as the bottom – Telegraph Blogs

A very British class war - The Drum Opinion - The riots that have gripped London over the past few days are but mere battles in an ongoing class war. (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

A very British class war - The Drum Opinion - The riots that have gripped London over the past few days are but mere battles in an ongoing class war. (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

Film star turned politician blasts intervention

Film star turned politician blasts intervention: "FORMER film star now local politician Rosalie Kunoth-Monks, says the Northern Territory intervention is a ''huge violation of human rights'' that has seen indigenous people driven off their traditional lands and onto reservations like American Indians."

Socialist Alternative - Why London is burning

Socialist Alternative - Why London is burning: "he following statement, which Socialist Alternative fully endorses, was put out by the UK Socialist Workers Party in response to the riots that have swept the UK over the past 3 days.

The riots that swept large parts of London, Birmingham, Liverpool and Bristol last night are an explosion of bitterness and rage.

This is what happens in a society of deep and growing inequality, where there are great pools of unemployment and poverty, where there is systematic police harassment and racism, and where many young people feel they have no future."

International Day of the World's Indigenous People, 9 August

International Day of the World's Indigenous People, 9 August: "'Together, let us celebrate and recognize the stories, cultures and unique identities of indigenous peoples around the world. At the same time, let us work to strengthen their rights and support their aspirations.”
Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon
Message for the 2011 International Day
of the World's Indigenous People"

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"I will have the Police shoot your Dog" - animal management in the NT | The Northern Myth

"I will have the Police shoot your Dog" - animal management in the NT | The Northern Myth

PROTESTS GALORE

Here I am. PROTESTING - about a lot.
Too protested out even to write about it today. The world does not fir me very well.
HOSPITALS!
What sort of a hospital allows a young mother to drive her baby a  half hour or more to the Base Hospital with a suspected broken leg ?
What conditions involve double triage ?
Just because some things seem set in concrete doesn't make them right!

And add these things to my right royally pissed off list. 

Funerals that cost $5000 or more and leave families distressed.

Rents that take over half a week's pay.

Governments that don't build government housing. 

Big flash charities that spend more on dinners and ' training' than they do on the people they're supposed to be helping. 

St Vinnies making fashion catalogues. 

Heart specialist bills of $400 a visit. 

$300 to have a wisdom tooth taken out. 

No ambulance for a baby. 

Houses that are cold because people can't afford to heat them. 

Cold and dark. 

Stupid Centrelink setups that include Fraud Departments up in Queensland. 

AND MORE. 

I shall come to more after I have a shower. 

Not to mention Palliative Care - Really not to mention them. Not coming till the last week of a person's life. 

AND ONE MORE THING

I do not like the images I saw of cattle in Indonesian Slaughterhouses - but how odd that people reacted with such vehement protest and with far less compassion for the people in detention camps and for the shattered families ! How very odd.

RIGHT ROYALLY PISSED OFF

Just in a right royal mood. That's why I started this blog. Just to let the steam off before I explode. Having a bit of a stressful kind of a weekend anyways. Bit sad. Bit tooshy without any little irritations to IRK me.
Kind of settled with Izzy on a trip to Coffs Botanical Gardens as a balm for injured feelings. Looked it up on the net. OPEN TILL 5PM.So we drive off to Coffs, locate said Gardens and park beside the fabulously wealthy.
Get to the entrance. WINTER HOURS. GATES LOCKED AT 4pm. CAFE CLOSED.

Now I check my Blog called THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY and find that AA has closed down the website that was putting the DAILY REFLECTIONS online. Now I am really right royally pissed off. I am surviving on the archaic ship of Recovery which is truly in the hands of 3 Fellowships or more which have leaking holes and which refuse to put the sails up let alone add engines. 

LOVE THE MANY

TRUST THE FEW

LEARN TO PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE.

I had best keep paddling because their adamant refusal to move into the 21st Century is strangling them.  INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY says the dear little USA Blossom from AA WORLD SERVICES. Intellectual Property indeed !!!!! And as for the NA it sends out daily reflections in hidden emails for which you have to be confirmed. No allowing the Addict in need to stumble across a phrase or a reading which might save a life or two. 

What are we ? A secret Society ????????

I had already reached a place of wondering about how the Fellowships are meeting my needs nowadays and the needs of the people I see around me. The answer was already NOT VERY WELL and I don't like what they are becoming. Capitalist Logic can make anything seem logical. 

As for me - any protests left in me tonight ? Hmmmm. 

I might just put the LES MURRAY poem in that I use when the world takes me by shock.  And that includes the barbarism of the 'medicine ' I saw used last year and the inexcusable neglect by palliative care. 

Tennis Eddie's blue flame of outrage seems to have hit a gas leak with me tonight and I am in danger of causing an explosion or one of Marian's bushfires. 

An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow

The word goes round Repins,
the murmur goes round Lorenzinis,
at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers,
the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their hands
and men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:
There's a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can't stop him.

The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile
and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk
and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets
which minutes ago were busy main streets, pointing:
There's a fellow weeping down there. No one can stop him.

The man we surround, the man no one approaches
simply weeps, and does not cover it, weeps
not like a child, not like the wind, like a man
and does not declaim it, nor beat his breast, nor even
sob very loudly—yet the dignity of his weeping

holds us back from his space, the hollow he makes about him
in the midday light, in his pentagram of sorrow,
and uniforms back in the crowd who tried to seize him
stare out at him, and feel, with amazement, their minds
longing for tears as children for a rainbow.

Some will say, in the years to come, a halo
or force stood around him. There is no such thing.
Some will say they were shocked and would have stopped him
but they will not have been there. The fiercest manhood,
the toughest reserve, the slickest wit amongst us

trembles with silence, and burns with unexpected
judgements of peace. Some in the concourse scream
who thought themselves happy. Only the smallest children
and such as look out of Paradise come near him
and sit at his feet, with dogs and dusty pigeons.

Ridiculous, says a man near me, and stops
his mouth with his hands, as if it uttered vomit—
and I see a woman, shining, stretch her hand
and shake as she receives the gift of weeping;
as many as follow her also receive it

and many weep for sheer acceptance, and more
refuse to weep for fear of all acceptance,
but the weeping man, like the earth, requires nothing,
the man who weeps ignores us, and cries out
of his writhen face and ordinary body

not words, but grief, not messages, but sorrow,
hard as the earth, sheer, present as the sea—
and when he stops, he simply walks between us
mopping his face with the dignity of one
man who has wept, and now has finished weeping.

Evading believers, he hurries off down Pitt Street.

from
The Weatherboard Cathedral, 1969

Severe weather warnings for northern NSW - ABC Mid North Coast NSW - Australian Broadcasting Corporation

Severe weather warnings for northern NSW - ABC Mid North Coast NSW - Australian Broadcasting Corporation

NO AREAS OF IMMEDIATE CONCERN says he and the BRIDGE IS CLOSED BUT THERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE ROUTE OUT SO THAT'S CAUSING NO PROBLEMS.

Sure - the Alt route is way longer and at risk of flooding at any moment but ...... no probs says SES.

loon pond

loon pond

The Koori History Website - political history pix index - the 1960s

The Koori History Website - political history pix index - the 1960s

The Koori History Website - political history pix index - the 1960s

The Koori History Website - political history pix index - the 1960s

Frankly, they don't give a damn | Australia | Global Poverty Project

Frankly, they don't give a damn | Australia | Global Poverty Project

The Jabs That Really Sting | newmatilda.com

The Jabs That Really Sting | newmatilda.com

MERCY AND COMPASSION

Just watched the late night news. Not a good idea. The Dept of Immigration or one of those was explaining why they couldn't let a family come visit their grandchild whose mother had died giving birth The baby has muscular distrophy. The father is out here alone with the little one. But we are not allowing the family to come visit because they might sneakily stay here. One reason they might do that is that they are refugees in Quetta which the aforesaid dept deems so dangerous that the family might not want to go back.
Bad enough and shameful enough all round. THEN add to the miserable pernickety nature of this vile era - an AMERICAN is doing the speaking for the Department. An AMERICAN is explaining why we are not giving visitor's visas. Who the hell are you, Mr Foreign Spokesman. I am willing to lay money  ( and I don't gamble) that you fly 'home' when you please. What a lousy place we are becoming.
Add to that, contact today with a lady who was washed out in the Brisbane flood and is now left stranded by the insurance companies, the charities etc - and I am suffering from a nasty taste in the soul tonight.

Vivid Sydney - Light

Vivid Sydney - Light

Sounds and looks like fun BUT carbon points ??? Why am I then sitting huddled over the radiator and walking through a dimly lit cottage because it's too expensive to have a real life ? Methinks we are being taken for a ride.

2011 News: Australian hearts need to be humane

2011 News: Australian hearts need to be humane

BLOG IT ALL.

The Koori History Website - Martyrs in The Struggle for Justice

The Koori History Website - Martyrs in The Struggle for Justice

CENTRELINK. LPG GAS. CARS.

Not even going to protest tonight. Just say CENTRELINK and COUNTRY ENERGY and CAR REPAIRS. Put them in the same paragraph as part time work and pension and they make their own protest. 

$220 million chaplaincy plan is a decison that does not compute | Daily Telegraph Maralyn Parker Blog

$220 million chaplaincy plan is a decison that does not compute | Daily Telegraph Maralyn Parker Blog

Disabled can't be forced to work | The Australian

Disabled can't be forced to work | The Australian

A BAD NIGHT

I have been known to whinge and whine and take the negative view of life but last night was a Rare One for me. It was one of those domino effect tumble downs of OUTRAGE.. Woke me and kept me restless for a goodly part of the night. Before I mated up in my late 50s, I would have got up, made a cup of tea, looked out my window upon whatever solitary night world I was in and settled myself down. Now I tend to try to remain in bed thereby threshing the body of the person beside me with outraged kicks and wriggles and possibly mumblings. 

I have woken with less mental disturbance and a slight quirk of smile but I had best get the rest of the Protest down here before it rots within me.

The CanCan participants  are still dancing past: starting with the truly pathetic palliative care that my sister received in Port Macquarie. In the night they moved onto women being isolated in the bush by their menfolk and through to the Budget and the harsh treatments of the lowest in our social pecking orders.
A seething hot bed of resentments it was - sometime after midnight.
I must have subconsciously burned through a good few of them during the tumultuous night because I am now struggling to recall them. Mind you, if i put a match to the first one - the one about the neglect by authorities of my sister - luckily the enormous love of a family was available to her - Well if I put a match to that, I can probably start a bushfire off again.
I might even do that. I am home for days this week due to one of the household vehicles being in at Navin's for repairs, leaving me as the non-worker at home several kilometres from home. Not too bad a thing because its giving me time to check out the state of my spiritual property.
It doesn't look too well tended just at the moment. Best get this mess out in the open.
I am right royally p***ed off with stinting on heating because of the electricity costs. Its as loopy as when they wanted us to drink our own urine in Toowoomba due to the Drought which ended - no thanks to our pee drinking or not washing our cars or having deep luxurious baths.
I am distressed by the JOB NETWORKS and their generic ' American' techniques. Their complete failure at finding jobs for people or doing anything other than causing distress and further shaming.
Paying rent which is app 50% of our income. That's a protest. The elimination of public housing. The destruction of caravan parks.
The lack of public transport East and West.

I guess what's wrong with me is simply the powerlessness of being able to fix things.

GENERAL WHINGE AND LADY WHINE AND HOME MADE BIKKIES

Should have been writing here for days to get the pissed offedness out of my system. That's what i started the page for. Harm reduction. I was at the Uniting Church hall in Bello the other night, reading the notices up on the noticeboard. Its a very active church that does a lot of good deeds and has a progressive attitude to the community So I was skimming through the notices impressed with the blankets for African people and the home visits of the frail and elderly - when I came to the BKKIE run for prisoners.
Down at Kempsey is a new gaol. No new hospitals of course - but a nice new prison. Seems the good people of Bellingen uniting Church reach out to the gents in there. They write letters and do other things - including BAKE BIKKIES, Bellingen people bake great biscuits - but not any more. NO HOME BAKED BIKKIES for the prisoners DUE TO OH&S reasons. Only store bought Bikkie - which btw equals 99% of the time - Overseas owned.
Only store bought packet biscuits are allowed to be given to Kempsey Prisoners. For their own health and safety. Are they expecting the traditional file hidden inside an Anzac biscuit? Or what ? Did some Bello Grandma add extra greenery to the ingredients ? Are they in the wallets of the Companies.
Unfortunately, I think they are simply insane.