Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
From little things big things grow applies to oppression as well.// Corporate Prostitute says sorry..
Get up (which is funded by a labour party advisor and supposedly run independently. Decide for yourself) has released the White Apologist version of the Land rights anthem "From little things, big things grow". This is the Australien people's attempt to alleviate itself from the guilt of "The stolen generation".
To say sorry is to give respect and:
-Allow SELF DETERMINATION to occur-Make amends
-Repatriate
-Fully acknowledge the crime of Genocide
-Out law Genocide in Australia
-Convict all criminals who knowingly protracted the genocide.
-Make a treaty to end the violence of occupation
-Repeal the amendment to the racial discrimination act
-Institute full national uniform free hold land rights
-Convict at least one pig for over two centuries of deaths in custody
-Undo the lie of Terra Nullius
-Demand real Justice
-Etc..etc..etc.. see the last 237 years of Australian history for more reasons to apologise.
I'm sorry / to be so blunt. NOT!
In an era where corporations and governments are oppressing in leaps and bounds, the Australian population is patting itself on the back for taking a small step and making a shallow and meaningless apology.
Lets reflect on a possible alternative reason for the apology:
A mass convergence against the Northern Territory intervention (3 months in the planning), was making its way to the first sitting of the new Parliament of Australia. The new Prime Minister eager to please his new corporate bosses by assuring their newly acquired mining rights, soon realized the magnitude of the protest and its potential effects in highlighting to the world the apartheid state created by the NT Intervention. Kevin Rudd made an astute political decision to steal the thunder from the massive convergence by ceremoniously apologising to the Stolen Generations without compensation (2 weeks in the planning). In true fascist style he cunningly made thousands of protesters appear as supporters. Howard eat your heart out.
Call me paranoid if you will; then take another sleeping pill and get the fuck off my blog.
I'm sorry / Australians are such tools.
The fact is little things have been growing for many decades, and now they are big things. There is a mass movement of Indigenous justice supporters actively resisting the injustice, we shouldn't wait for the retards to feel like its time to make a change. Get up should adopt a hard line and not play a hand in prolonging the ignorance or else it’s just part of the governments agenda to pander to the ego's of the most apathetic population on earth, by plastic wrapping the struggle for freedom.
While the real struggle for self determination goes backwards over 40 years, back to the mission days.
While the real struggle for self determination goes backwards over 40 years, back to the mission days.
Get Up and get of your fat arses. Buying a record can only help to achieve real change if you freesbie it at a politician.
I'm sorry / as a crime acknowledger of Australia. Who has benefited from the land theft and ongoing oppression of the indigenous inhabitants. I'M SORRY.
Here is the real version.. Notice the difference.
Here is the real version.. Notice the difference.
Respect to uncle Kev Karmody and Paul Kelly.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
2020 summit, still got tunnel vision
Indigenous delegates express frustration with 2020 summit
By Adam Gartrell
CANBERRA, April 21, 2008: Several Australian 2020 delegates examining Indigenous issues have expressed frustration with the weekend's summit, with some complaining ideas were watered down.
Increased formal recognition of Aboriginal people - possibly in the form of a treaty - was a top priority for many delegates.
The need for a new representative body and a new watchdog to oversee the government's approach to Indigenous issues also proved popular.
Delegates also pushed for better partnerships between Indigenous people and business, wider use of boarding schools for Indigenous students, and the establishment of a future fund for Indigenous children.
Indigenous leader Patrick Dodson called for a change to the assimilationist ethos which continued to underpin Aboriginal affairs, urging the need for a "new national dialogue".
But other delegates such as West Australian Indigenous artist Brenda Croft took exception to such terms.
"It just sounds really namby pamby to me, what does it mean?" she told her fellow delegates.
"I think there's a level of frustration that we're not getting to a ... point where we can come up with anything concrete," she said of the summit.
A number of delegates also expressed dissatisfaction with a document meant to sum up the group's ideas, and urged changes and additions.
Former Australian of the Year Fiona Stanley said the document had "watered down" delegate's ideas and failed to capture the passion in the room.
"This is just wishy-washy," she said, generating applause throughout the room.
Prof Stanley later helped Minister for Indigenous Affairs Jenny Macklin make changes to the document.
Queensland Indigenous leader Noel Pearson did not turn up to the summit yesterday, after criticising Saturday's sessions for failing to generate new ideas.
Mr Dodson called Mr Pearson's assessment "a bit harsh", but said he feared the ideas generated at the summit may be eaten up by the same political machine which repeatedly failed to act on reports into Indigenous disadvantage.
"(Ideas) will be put back into the same framework, and it will be responded to on a convenience basis, rather than on a reformist agenda," Mr Dodson said.
By Adam Gartrell
CANBERRA, April 21, 2008: Several Australian 2020 delegates examining Indigenous issues have expressed frustration with the weekend's summit, with some complaining ideas were watered down.
Increased formal recognition of Aboriginal people - possibly in the form of a treaty - was a top priority for many delegates.
The need for a new representative body and a new watchdog to oversee the government's approach to Indigenous issues also proved popular.
Delegates also pushed for better partnerships between Indigenous people and business, wider use of boarding schools for Indigenous students, and the establishment of a future fund for Indigenous children.
Indigenous leader Patrick Dodson called for a change to the assimilationist ethos which continued to underpin Aboriginal affairs, urging the need for a "new national dialogue".
But other delegates such as West Australian Indigenous artist Brenda Croft took exception to such terms.
"It just sounds really namby pamby to me, what does it mean?" she told her fellow delegates.
"I think there's a level of frustration that we're not getting to a ... point where we can come up with anything concrete," she said of the summit.
A number of delegates also expressed dissatisfaction with a document meant to sum up the group's ideas, and urged changes and additions.
Former Australian of the Year Fiona Stanley said the document had "watered down" delegate's ideas and failed to capture the passion in the room.
"This is just wishy-washy," she said, generating applause throughout the room.
Prof Stanley later helped Minister for Indigenous Affairs Jenny Macklin make changes to the document.
Queensland Indigenous leader Noel Pearson did not turn up to the summit yesterday, after criticising Saturday's sessions for failing to generate new ideas.
Mr Dodson called Mr Pearson's assessment "a bit harsh", but said he feared the ideas generated at the summit may be eaten up by the same political machine which repeatedly failed to act on reports into Indigenous disadvantage.
"(Ideas) will be put back into the same framework, and it will be responded to on a convenience basis, rather than on a reformist agenda," Mr Dodson said.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
A SHORT STORY ABOUT "FUCKING MACHINES"
Fucking Machines
‘Fucking machines!’ Tony whispers spitefully at the top of his voice.
‘Fucking machines!’ he repeats to himself quietly.
The passengers listen intently as he kicks the ticket machine. ‘Gimme Back my fucking money… You... piss neck.’
He stands in front of it, looking for ways to retrieve his ticket.
‘Excuse me mate. I’m in a hurry.’ I say.
‘Tony.’
‘Excuse me’ I say.
‘Tony.’
‘Tony. Your name’s Tony.’
‘Tony.’ He repeats with a nod.
‘Hi Tony, why don’t you move to the side and let me try and get your ticket.’
I give the poor tacker a little shove and he takes his frail body back a step to the left, looking over my shoulder as I step in front of the machine. It’s really unnerving having this guy breathing down my neck but the poor wog's a bit demented.
The machine appears normal. I spend a few moments pushing some buttons, it appears to work just fine. No money in the change-return.
‘How much did you put in mate?’
No answer. I turn to look him in the face, so close I could feel his breath.
‘Fucking machine took my money.’ He repeats with great velocity as we both take half a step back, butting me right up against this ticket machine. He got quite a scare because his gaze went inwards and he walked away.
‘Fucking machines.’
‘What a fruit loop’ I mutter to the near by passengers.
I dial in my destination, put in the right change and the ticket pokes from its slot. No problems what’s so ever. Then from out of nowhere Tony’s hand snatches my ticket waves it in the air and he begins singing. ‘My ticket, my ticket’.
‘That’s not your ticket mate.' ' I paid for that ticket’. I say, quite patiently considering this nut case was half my size and I could snap him like a twig.
‘Come on Tony... give it back.’
‘It’s my ticket. I paid for it.’
‘Give it back.. Tony.’
‘My ticket, its my ticket.’
Angrily I hollered at him ‘Give it back or I’ll fucking well deck you’.
The poor sod broke into tears and began wincing. The whole tram was fixated on us. For three dollars and ten cents it wasn’t worth the head fuck.
‘Just keep the fucking ticket mate.’ I say.
I punched in the destination, put in my money, and no ticket pokes out. Just at that moment I hear some one yell ‘Tickets please.”
‘Fucking Machines!’
‘Fucking machines!’ Tony whispers spitefully at the top of his voice.
‘Fucking machines!’ he repeats to himself quietly.
The passengers listen intently as he kicks the ticket machine. ‘Gimme Back my fucking money… You... piss neck.’
He stands in front of it, looking for ways to retrieve his ticket.
‘Excuse me mate. I’m in a hurry.’ I say.
‘Tony.’
‘Excuse me’ I say.
‘Tony.’
‘Tony. Your name’s Tony.’
‘Tony.’ He repeats with a nod.
‘Hi Tony, why don’t you move to the side and let me try and get your ticket.’
I give the poor tacker a little shove and he takes his frail body back a step to the left, looking over my shoulder as I step in front of the machine. It’s really unnerving having this guy breathing down my neck but the poor wog's a bit demented.
The machine appears normal. I spend a few moments pushing some buttons, it appears to work just fine. No money in the change-return.
‘How much did you put in mate?’
No answer. I turn to look him in the face, so close I could feel his breath.
‘Fucking machine took my money.’ He repeats with great velocity as we both take half a step back, butting me right up against this ticket machine. He got quite a scare because his gaze went inwards and he walked away.
‘Fucking machines.’
‘What a fruit loop’ I mutter to the near by passengers.
I dial in my destination, put in the right change and the ticket pokes from its slot. No problems what’s so ever. Then from out of nowhere Tony’s hand snatches my ticket waves it in the air and he begins singing. ‘My ticket, my ticket’.
‘That’s not your ticket mate.' ' I paid for that ticket’. I say, quite patiently considering this nut case was half my size and I could snap him like a twig.
‘Come on Tony... give it back.’
‘It’s my ticket. I paid for it.’
‘Give it back.. Tony.’
‘My ticket, its my ticket.’
Angrily I hollered at him ‘Give it back or I’ll fucking well deck you’.
The poor sod broke into tears and began wincing. The whole tram was fixated on us. For three dollars and ten cents it wasn’t worth the head fuck.
‘Just keep the fucking ticket mate.’ I say.
I punched in the destination, put in my money, and no ticket pokes out. Just at that moment I hear some one yell ‘Tickets please.”
‘Fucking Machines!’
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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