Real church, real fire

A flaming pyre ignites the sky, burning the witches and evil spirits that have resided there for eight hundred years. In the streets the people cry, why, why, No ones knows but its news travels world wide. Why, why. A church only known outside its country because it was in a fairy tale. One where a deformed child falls in love with a gypsy girl, helps kidnap her then watches her get executed. Now it burns, expelling the demons that have haunted its altar, Its sacrum, Its people, its spire.

Across the globe meanwhile, another church has a demolition waiting for it. Its altar not fancy but practical. Its connection to the creation has been forgotten by those who prayer at altars carved from rock. Its followers pagans who worship life. Its floor, made of dirt, turns to mud as the blood of life spills upon it in a tradition older than us. It stories the lives of the children brought into the world inside its womb. It sits there waiting to be used again. But it must step aside. Why?

The genocidal deamons born of the incestuous minds of a blood thirsty desert tribe have set their sights on its destruction. Their dream is a shorter ride. Their mechanised beasts grow so thirsty they will destroy all the earth to sate them. To alleviate the strain the worshipers of a tree must step aside. The people of the land, whose ancestors were born in the roots of that tree can only protest the mindless destruction. They Point to the sun, the earth, the rain in the sky. They say this is what we worship, not a dead man on a cross. Not some prophet used as excuse for profit. The Christians however scoff at it, Pagan lies they surmise.

Meanwhile back in France, a country fights tooth and nail over a petrol tax hike. Men and women are beaten by police in the streets. The fighting subsides while their cathedral is afire, the millionaires donate money to fix the roof, the poor still starve on the streets. There are no trees old enough left in all of France to return it to its original glory, none were left to live long enough to grow to the right height. Steel may be needed to fix the roof, causing more fights.

Back in australia the fight for a church, a cathedral of birth, delays a new road. Its defenders say here is the line, turn back your road, turn back your time. There is life still left on this planet it is not yours to mine. We have lost the connection to a gentler time, a peaceful time, a dream time. One where people lived for the sun to shine. why must a tree be taken. It is here to celebrate life. It is life. Here in my little universe I cry why, why. 

The last days of freedom

They sit on the beach, another bunch of free spirited festival goers beside a fire they were not given permission to light. "how can you stop people from lighting fires" they say. "Fires have been around since, well since forever. We are just being free. Like our ancestors, they didn't need no lousy governments telling them what to do" They play Psytrance through their speakers, twirl fire, tell stories, paint their faces,  and just enjoy the fact they breathe. They connect, and reflect, and amidst all the beers and all the joints they all come to agree. We don't need their governance, for we are all free. And as they watch the setting of the sun, they all truly believe.

"hold on, hold on," they all cry now, screaming "how foul, how foul" Yes indeed how foul things have things have become. Gladys has come robbed them of  parties. "what can we do now? We can't listen to our music. they're taking away our freedom. Can you believe that"

Yes I can. In a continuation of what I saw slowly depleting whilst I was sitting in a university forced to listen to Justin Bieber, complaining about the rising cost of cigarettes, the Conservatives of the world are continuing to strip away your freedom. Back then it wasn't such a crime to die before your hundredth birthday. Not as much as it was a crime to call for social equilibrium. "Communism strips humanity of its individual freedoms in favour of the needs of the nation."

Back then I saw the rising cost of cigarettes as a removal of our freedom to get cancer and die. No one listened. Despite my assertions that if they wanted to avoid carbon monoxide poisoning they should quit driving their cars. No, "The economy, the economy, we must maintain the economy." they would scream this rather than say it. Looking at me like some sort of mental defective for cheekily suggesting that the rise of carcinogenic toxins in the atmosphere were not the sole cause of myself and all the smokers of the globe. They continued their govern-mentally and socially approved  anti smoking rhetoric ad nauseum while i ignored them thinking "Who the fuck keeps putting Justin Beiber on the juke box. This is worse than Abu Gharib."

And it was. Far, far worse than any psychological torture inflicted upon humanity in history. We had to stomache three doors down and the rise of emos as well as the constant capitalistic propaganda in silence. Why because it was profitable and no one is allowed to stop the profits. Communism had been dead for a decade and with no competition for capitalism our our freedom was now a purchasable commodity. Where else could we shop for systems of governance.

It was at this point I realised that my choices were being limited. Not just in the music shop but the music shops themselves. Not only had the music industry super giants had created clones of every independent music act they had begun cloning the independent music shops. Creating mass chains attempting to replicate the look and feel of that secret little record shop tucked away on the outskirts of the C.B.D. Which left me wondering what the hell had happened.

The best I could figure was that someone had flown a couple of planes into a couple of buildings in the U.S. and everyone panicked. "Your freedom is not as free as you think" Said numerous government officials and media outlets across. A couple of clever capitalists figured that this meant they could charge for freedom and 'lobbied the government to change the laws to suit their imperialistic needs. Any who argued or disagreed were publicly shunned. Called terrorist sympathisers, opposers of this form of politically oppressive slander were forced to covertly allude to the crucible before hanging. We all had to get on the same page, the same agenda. Some of us said "what the hell happened? Surely the right to enjoy yourself, to harvest the fruits of your labour and eat them was the one freedom repeated by capitalists since the second world war." Work hard, be the change you want to see in the world, were the core freedoms of belief inherent in every child born before 9/11. We had a say. A right to opinion. An entitlement to freedom. And they took it from us so they could sell it back at an inflated price.

Now we live in a fascism only Orwell had the foresight to envisage. Gladys is only the start. The end of the beginning of the end. Our right to live free, and die free, is now just a commodity as undervalued as chickens eggs. Hidden under the guise of a mummy knows best for you mentality. Money has now replaced everything, including intelligence and responsibility. You can have a fire on the beach, but only if you can show yourself responsible enough with your finances to purchase a permit. 

They are taking our parties and the free spirited indigo children can cry all they want about democracy and their rights to be free. The answer is in their own hands and feet. It is right there in front of them at every small Psytrance festival they attend. Every would be musical wunderkind whose self published album they refuse to buy because it should be free if they're a friend.

Soon it will be corporations openly governing us all in a replica of the fascist states we were warned against following in my youth. The music will be a bastardised distillation of whatever artists make the biggest waves in the alternative scene. Which is foolish for us to allow when I consider all the great bands that came to public attention through anarchistically minded individuals who started their own album labels in response to the corporate greed of the eighties.

The hypocrisy of the government has become our own while ever we scream about how unfair it is that they govern our every whim. Whilst simultaneously decrying our need to be governed in the first place. Nobody allowed Woodstock to happen. They just went and did it. Nobody would play rap at first, so they started pirate radio stations. Repeating the actions of rock and roll fanciers of the sixties. Nirvana rose to attention through an independent start up, as did Pearl Jam. Every thirty years this same battle between conservatives and the free spirited repeats. The wowsers of yesteryear look to ensure their glory never diminishes and the visionaries of liberty are forced to commit acts considered unlawful though not really a sin. Where they learn from the past, we free spirits forget our history. slowly but surely our freedom recedes. These could well be the last days of humanities freedom unless you take your chance to be bold, to be free. 

Wo-man-splaining (aka nagging)

"We've all had enough of mansplaining" said every woman in the world.
"Okay" said Jimmy, "I agree I've witnessed that shit happening, and boys it is pathetic. Not too mention arrogant. I wont explain another fucking thing, to anyone, and you can all figure this shit out on your own just like I had too. deal." Apparently it was a deal, and all were happy, everyone went back to making the myriad of mistakes, the world kept spinning around on its little axis and the pigeons continued to shit on the statues. Unnntiiiilllll... A woman had a problem that needed addressing. Then all ludicrousness broke loose.

"Look its not that there's a problem." She began in the time honoured traditions of all people who have a problem.
"So why are you talking to me about a problem I need to address then." said Jimmy's brain silently to Jimmy.
"Shut up brain our folly for fecal laden oral outbursts have caused us dramas in the past." said Jimmy to his brain in reply. So patiently awaited for the little whinge to end so he could get back to throwing his faeces at the world in a more creative and therefore publicly condoned manner. What followed was an experience that could only be described as wo-mansplaining. Or nagging if you grew up in a time with less rules governing speech (read thought).

Over and over, the same nonsense was repeated with slight variants. I am convinced naggers do this to create the illusion that they are saying something different. Perhaps they are unaware that their information is not so enlightening as they may think. She ran on explaining why it is we need to do this. It was the we that made me laugh the most. I was the one doing all the work. Still she continued explaining the arduous thirty second process I had simply overlooked out of sheer couldn't-be-fucked-ness.

And thats the real problem here, with man-splaining, with wo-man-splaining, there's no point over-explaining so I'll just call it what it fucking is, nagging. The definition of which is repeatedly saying the same thing despite in ignorance of the message having being heard and subsequently ignored by the intended audience. Its not all men, nor is it all women, therefore its not all people. It is however some people, and these people are getting in the way of life for the sake of feeling like they have one.

pauline's poor excuse for apartheid

So I need to get a D.N.A test know do I? thirty five years of being followed by security guards, hasseled by police, sworn at by drunken bigots, falsely accussed by beige wearing, permed haircut having, picket fence owning 'concerned citizens' suffering from Caucasian messiah complex. Really? When some lunatic bigot decides to address their concerns over native title or indigenous crime rates with this little brown duck, they sure as hell don't take the time to request a D.N.A test, they just come out with that racist bullshit. And where all these 'extra' benefits I'm supposed to be receiving that one nation is trying to protect for me. I'm certainly not getting any extra benefits from centrelink. Maybe I need fair skin before the workers there will start giving me my full legal entitlements. Just a thought.

Fake News

Donald trump may well have been right when he accused the American media of presenting fake news. Consider this for a moment. Did you know that baby spice didn't talk to ginger spice for 'some time' after she quit the spice girls. I didn't, and I am so very thankful to whichever journalist and media outlet found this out and wasted countless resources bringing it to, not only my attention, but the worlds attention. Also in breaking news today, Connor McGregor was arrested for armed robbery after smashing a fans phone. This could be a worthy discussion if the article dealt with the hyperbolic reactions of Miami police for turning a simple act of vandalism into a major felony, but predictably it didn't. Two days ago I tried to find out just how many female politicians have left the liberal party under new leader and prime minister Scott Morrison, two days later all I can ascertain from the combined might of global media is that it is more than it should be. Meanwhile I can find the highschool a pornstar attended within thirty seconds of the question being directed my way. Which is where I start agreeing with Donald Trumps statement.

Because at the same time the following is happening in the real world, Adani protestors lock themselves to train tracks continuing a 70 plus hour lockout of trains heading to the controversial mining development. A development that threatens not only the Australian ecology but the Australian economy and the working rights of blue collar Australians. Homelessness is on the rise in every major city in the globe and the rights of the homeless are being disintegrated on a minute to minute basis. With many homeless people being considered criminal for the simple act of failing to secure an abode. West Papua is currently undergoing a genocide, its indigenous citizens being kidnapped and murdered in the night and castrated in the day. Meanwhile the Australian government is too gutless to do anything for our beloved saviours of the Kokoda trail during world war two due to a recent foreign trade agreement. Whilst simultaneously claiming  that the history of Australian engagements in the pacific needs to be taught more in schools.

All this genuine news remains hidden from the general public as we're force fed a false reality of celebrity gossip and political misdirection. Played like puppets in a game of owned by a visibly obscured hierarchy whose sole goal is to control more souls than the next financially gluttonous overlord. Real issues that affect the way we live our lives, and will be forced to live our lives, remain hidden away in favour of easily digested 'fake' news.  

Baby boomers you're out of time. (or close thereto)

What wisdom lies in the minds of the elderly. Their ancient and anachronistic wisdom, though useful it may be at times, is generally out of time and out of touch. The intelligence contained therein is only relevant to an extent. Which makes it ludicrous to stack our halls of power with a demographic making long term decisions they will not suffer the consequences of. Remember Abbot's claims Australia didn't need a national broadband network, he also claimed that Homosexual marriages would disintegrate the sanctimony of marriage. Such Neanderthalic ideas are best left out of the grander public sphere and only serve the interests and ideologies of persons raised in a more ignorant age. One where exclusion, derision, and ultimately discrimination of any group that wasn't rich, white, Anglo-Saxon and protestant. The solution, an equal representation in policy making.

Oh no, did this guy just allude to the solution being identity politics. Well I guess so, if that's what you want to define it as boring old conservative gatekeeper. It does make it easier for you to demonise equalatrial politics, or to put another spin on it, the democratic ideals that hold together the fabric of Australian society. Which is why we need to address the imbalance of Australian politics with demographic based inclusion laws allowing for every group of Australian citizens to have their voices, and votes, heard and registered equally. The solution, get rid of corrupt corporate shills who hold the needs of corporate fascists over the needs of the peasant masses. The solution is to rid ourselves of domineering bigoted baby boomers whose only defence is "Well this is how things were in my day" because if they haven't noticed it is no longer their day.