With an Orwellian dream

With an Orwellian dream

They promised maturity but could only manage

Kafka-esque parody.

G’day Possums,

No:1 daughter and I went for a little journey up the track t’ other day through the very pretty towns of Blackwood and Trentham.

Trentham

Apart from the rather incongruous siting of a couple of cousins ambling over a roof in Trentham, we found both towns have retained a quintessential “Federation-Australian-Country-Town” feel: the sort of places that Norman Lindsay was setting the stories of “Redheap” and “The Cousin from Fiji” in.

Trentham

No: 1 Daughter was looking at land for sale so it was a bit surprising to come across land being offered for sale that you wouldn't get a council building permit for;  which is a bit like buying shoes with no soles on them.

Then I was sent this image of another distant cousin performing a seriously important but odd role of guarding the Pitot tube of an aircraft at the Avalon Air Show….. just goes to show you never know how useful a  Wombat’s can be.

Which really is the tenor of this week’s….

Wombat Droppings

Or the chronicle of a Once Egalitarian Nation Sliding into Fascism.

Chief Bursar and Navigator of the rust-bucket, S.S. Liarbril, Joe “Cereal-Toyota-Killer” Hockey finally presented his late “Intergenerational Report Chart” after warning us of stuff in there that would have us all falling out of our deck-chairs. Well, we did fall out of our deck-chairs…. with laughter!

Trentham

Joe has (some call him “Eleventy,” because of their perception of his ability to add things up) decided that we should all work till we are 105 and live off our Superannuation, not the pension. At the same time he thinks young ones should access their “super” to buy houses, which means they will have little “super” at age 105 to live off.

Blackwood C19th

Joe’s ruling rabble have never seen the benefit of compulsory “super”, except for the wealthy and have done much to limit its growth but don’t think taxpayer funded pensions are a good thing either. This is probably why “Cereal-Toyota-Killer’s” Report Chart was cast 100 years into the future when A/ no -one would remember its prognostications and B/ the world would have changed anyway.

Adding to Joe’s woes; he has been traumatised, embarrassed and reputation trashed by scurrilous newspaper writings that he thinks, they suggested he was for sale.

Blackwood C19th

Noooooo!  Joe for sale..? To developers… to foreign interests… to Gina Rinehart….? Never!

It’s not like he was fundraising in Parliament House or taking money from Sydney Water Holdings, (that happily, had fellow Party member and Senator, Arfur ”Da Spiv” Sinodinas on its board) … Joe, Joe …as pure as the driven snow….

or a whitewash, take your pick.

With an Orwellian dream

They promised maturity but could only manage

Kafka-esque parody.

SS Liarbril’s assistant PE Officer, Chwissie,”The-Whyne-and-Perfect-Prat-of-a-Prefect” Pyne has had another “hissie-fit” with the remaining passengers who are still baulking at his proposed $100,000.00 deck-quoit tuition fees. Chwissie reckons that the deletion of $150,000,000.00 from CSIRO research will bring them to their senses and improve science and educational standards all round. How this will happen is a secret; as they used to say, it is “an-on-water-matter.”  Besides listhped Chwissie, “Education is a fashion item and only good as a Status symbol if you pay lot’s for it.”

With an Orwellian dream

They promised maturity but could only manage

Kafka-esque parody.

Another curious piece on the social calendar was the celebratory party of the importance of female crew.  This was held in the male-only officer’s club. Those who questioned the appropriateness of this choice of venue were bluntly told that being allowed to earn 2/3 the male pay indicated your inability to afford a more suitable venue; and that you were lucky not to be asked to do the washing-up after the event.

Crewmembers Bishop and Cash then swaggered off  whistling, “There’s Nothing Like a Dame” to show their solidarity with the male Officers.

Chief Engineer, “Chainsaw” McFarlane and Captain “Rabid-the-Hun” have decided to return the $1,000,000,000.00 they cut from the engine room budget and are hoping that the crew contemplating jumping overboard from those quarters might stay at their posts a little longer to maintain enough steam to give a semblance of forward movement.
Oops... that was this morning it's now only $500,000.00.
Oops.... that was this afternoon...it's now $100,000.00.
Could this rabble run a school tuck-shop? NO.

With an Orwellian dream

They promised maturity but could only manage

Kafka-esque parody.

In another re-writing of the “Coots-With-Queer-Ideas-From a Parallel-Universe” sailing instructions, the fee to open the medicine cabinet has been dropped.

Announcing this reverse before Medical Officer Sussan “Snarler” Ley could again disagree, Captain Rabid said it was “dead, buried and cremated,” but ominously, didn’t say he’d thrown the corpse overboard.

Le Jongleur Roskam, Head Clown of the “Coots” entertainment committee was thought to be waiting for the severe squalls following from the Pacific Trade deal to re-lock the cabinet and hopefully scuttle any attempt for the public passengers having an affordable health service.

With an Orwellian dream

They promised maturity but could only manage

Kafka-esque parody.

Stoker Georgie “Bookshelves” Brandis’ secretary C. Moraitis, has told Federal Police investigating whether Professor Gillian Triggs was offered an inducement to leave her post and take to the lifeboats; that the briefcase containing the relevant documents has been inadvertently thrown overboard.

This has many wondering how often the dog ate his homework when at secondary school.

SS Liarbril’s attempt to make movement by changing course is working….  except that it is now drifting backward to it’s start position of 18 months ago having made no progress at all in anything.

Passengers seem increasingly tired of the same old “Row, Row, Row your Boat,”   “La Mer de”, “It was on the Isle of Manus” and Captain Rabid’s favourite, “What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?”

Crewmembers are believed to have made suggestions to that….and also timing, pertaining to the Ides of March, as well.

With an Orwellian dream

They promised maturity but could only manage

Kafka-esque parody.

Hoo-roo, Petals,

Shane.

PS further reading… if you think I’m making all this up…

https://newmatilda.com/2015/03/02/john-pilger-why-rise-fascism-issue  An alternative view…

http://www.tai.org.au/node/2683  The Hockey scare campaign…