Saturday, December 31, 2005

the inevitable year in review

As I am about to kick the sorry arse of this year out the proverbial door, I feel blogger duty bound to offer some pithy words on the past 52 sorry weeks. But really, all you have to do is go through the archive and the rants will speak for themselves. I will recap a little for the lazy buggers.

National crap: Thanks to the dumb fuck liberal, national, family first and even stupider labour voters (who didn’t check their party’s senate preferences) – little Johnny and his mates have taken over the whole damn lolly shop and run amok. For non-Australian readers – we have been in the sorry state of having both houses of parliament dominated by one conservative party and they have had carte blanche to run roughshod over the lot of us. The usual agenda – make the rich, richer; the poor, poorer. Since the senate fell over to the liberals and the 2 wild card senators (dumb and dumber) it’s been shooting season – workers rights, student unionism, human rights. In the light of this I can only feel hugely pessimistic as to what they will cook up in the new year.

Global crap: The unholy alliance of Bush/Blair and their money grubbing cronies in Iraq. The continued slaughter of the Iraqi people. The atrocities of Guantanamo Bay and extraordinary rendition. Natural Disasters. The abysmal failure of Kyoto.

Glimmers on the horizon: Harold Pinter’s Nobel acceptance speech, Chavez and Venezuela, the familiar faces who continue to turn up at peace and anti-government rallies despite this country’s pervasive apathy.

Personal crap: Usual relationship roller coaster (I liked it better when I was riding in the carriage, not tied to the tracks). In my more philosophical moments I have had some great epiphanies (thanks Dad I really get the family stuff now, can I just not have to repeat the patterns in my love relationships forever more?) I would like to sit with the more enlightened thoughts a bit longer each time before I retreat back into reactivity.

Despite the bleakness and a foul 42c day brewing (with no aircon), I have had a week with many delights – good friends, lots of easy times enjoying the evening breeze and am accepting whatever is offered to me. Tonight will be in a house with a brand new rooftop garden reached by a dangerous ladder leading to the stars. There will be the comfort of good friends and the spice of unfamiliar faces, gently fuelled by vodka and champagne. Am sure that is a good omen for the year ahead.




May the sun shine on you and those you love in 2006.

PS: for those wanting a more uplifting take on 2005 check out The BBC's "100 things we didn't know this time last year".
These include such gems as -
#2. Mohammed is now one of the 20 most popular names for boys born in England and Wales.
#11. One in 10 Europeans is allegedly conceived in an Ikea bed.
And #69 (gotta love that Brit sence of humour). First-born children are less creative but more stable, while last-born are more promiscuous.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

would you let your kids sit on this man's knee?

Or kiss his 'ring'?



St Nicholas meets Liberace?

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

we interupt this broadcast

Brain, liver and kidneys on a bit of a melt down. Normal transmission will resume shortly. In the meantime, where's that samurai sudoku gone?

Sunday, December 25, 2005

i won!

Like Nora on her trusty bike I have just cycled home through inner city Melbourne streets on a summers night. The fact that this evening is unseasonably cool and damp need not detract from the fairy tale aspect of this tale. I have been to a Christmas eve party with close friends. People I have spent many formative years with, shared too many bottles of champagne, various substances, tears and laughter. It is fitting on such a night to reminisce about my favourite book.

Ah but I did all that last week, and tonight morning, I have discovered I have won a prize. I don’t care how immodest that sounds, but I will jump up and down and say my words have been appreciated, even if my choice of favourite book was not a popular, intellectual or classic.

Ok chickadees am heading off to bed. My thoughts are with those friends who have snuck home to wrap up presents while children sleep. My mum used to do this each 24 of December evening, while my father took us for a ride on the cable car and lolly buying at James Smith’s ‘pick’n mix’ counter. Whatever your ritual is may you enjoy this day for what it is. And if you hate it – say fuck ‘em and resolve to do it your way next year :)

Friday, December 23, 2005

lazy post

I have been up since before dawn running around like a blue arsed fly* and I'm not even celebrating xmas this year (being a nulliparous pagan whore and all), so today's treat is my favourite piece of graffiti (did you know the singular is in fact graffito?)...gee this is a really long sentence.

* translation for non-Antipodeans "a person who is a tad busy"




Paddington, Sydney, circa 1982 (taken with an instamatic camera)

Thursday, December 22, 2005

beyond black

It’s solstice morning. Day 1 of my agenda-free summer break. I suspect I have a hangover, or at least from the celebratory night I had with a friend there really has to be one looming soon, when consciousness fully returns. But despite this, and a fair dose of happiness, I want to follow the thread of my last post and write about depression.

How can you live in Australia (anywhere really) at this point in our political history and not be depressed? I spent my childhood in the 60s and 70s in sweet, naïve Wellington. I remember that the doors was left unlocked most of the time, that I knew almost everyone in my neighbourhood and all was safe in the world. I went to Uni in the 80’s and was served up free education on a very attractive plate. When I finally thought I should get a job, I could pick and choose. I decided that no, I didn’t want to work for a multinational, nor the public service, I wanted a job with integrity and landed a research project with a small trade and development organization. Perfect for the outspoken, political animal I was. I shared houses with inspiring people. We suspected our phone was bugged and we found the prospect amusing. We were going to change the world.

When I decided it was time to roam a little further, I booked a one way ticket to London and left a few weeks later. I encountered this strange place under the shadow of Thatcher (11 years, 209 days in office). Brits looked at me incredulously when I said I had left a job. It wouldn’t be there for me when I returned. I didn’t have a home and I didn’t care. I should have taken greater note of the fear in their lives then, but I was oblivious.

Fast forward to life now in the infancy of the 21st century. I look around and see people making so many big compromises in their lives. The job they hate, or would like more if there hadn’t been yet more staff cuts and they were now doing the work of at least 5 people. The relationships people stay in for the sake of the kids or because of the financial devastation that would be wreaked by the splitting of assets. The money that is pumped into propping up a lifestyle that necessitates the work/relationship they are stuck in.

I think a common cause of unhappiness is a perceived lack of choices. Being a rat stuck on a wheel, peddling faster going no where.

But we have wonder drugs – SSRI – one tweak of your biochemicals and Bob’s your uncle! An acquaintance, a gp told me at the time this new generation of antidepressants appeared “They are so good, I think we should put them in the water supply”.

But although some who found blissful sanctuary in the blanket of emotional mediocrity these drugs provided, for others the real cause of their depression was left unchecked. No changes. Just numbness. No choice? Doesn’t matter any more.

Oh and then one day when they thought, hey I feel alright – I’ll go off the drugs, their bodies rebelled, withdrawal symptoms or the return of depression lead them back to a lifetime of chemical dependency. While the chronically, endogenously depressed may need pharmaceutical assistance long term in order to bear living, for so many of the others given effexor, prozac et al like lollies, the situation is very different.

We live in a culture of Disney tainted false happiness, where sadness has no place. We inadequately support those who are grieving. We have a culture of buck up/get over it/look on the bright side. We have no place for the dark side. An episode of depression – for a day, a week, a month, is considered an illness, not a malady of the soul. Illness inherently implies an abnormality, something broken that needs to be fixed. We have lost the perspective that many feelings colour our life, not just the sugar coated ones.

In short we have disconnected from our full spectrum of emotions, or discarded them as no longer being congruous with our lifestyle. So when something ugly like fear, anger, anxiety or its twin depression bite us on the bum it is a big shock. Something we are inadequately resourced to deal with. We feel like a failure. We desperately want a quick fix. How well we have been educated by the pharmaceutical companies, who have promised us the elixir of happiness. No pain, just take one tablet a day and swallow those feelings down.


I get depressed sometimes. It’s not nice. Actually it is bloody horrible. Mostly it happens for real reasons, things that connect with my past or my present. I am comforted by finding where cause and feeling meet. It gives me a clue as to how best to deal with it. Then I just sit with it. Wallow a little. I know it may sound strange to talk about taking comfort in depression, but the familiarity of the emotion is weirdly comforting for a while. It is easier than the unknown, finding a solution to a problem that may cause short term chaos. So I sit. I might attempt to raise a distress flag and see if anyone notices. But usually I just go into my own private space. Fortunately I can still function. I am just in a funk. I am lucky, this shadowy feeling lasts only for days. Sometimes a week or more. Then goes away for another year.

For me I sit with it and don’t try to run. I mine the misery for all its worth and try to find what it is telling me. With that knowledge I still may feel too weak to make real changes in my life. But at least I know the general direction I need to set sail in.

I know I could exercise, listen to music, take st johns wort, ask for help, avoid alcohol and do other life preserving things at such times. When I want to get better I do, but for a while there is a state of temporary amnesia where I forget about the antidotes.

Buddhism for all its treasures and flaws, talks about the Wheel of Life. Sometimes we are hungry ghosts – always consuming, always craving, never satisfied, other times we are in a state of bliss, but sometimes we hit the hell realm on the wheel of misfortune. This concept gives me hope that the wheel will spin again. And so far, it always has.




PS: Merry Christmas

image appropriated from this site

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

jargon du jour

On RRR this morning, the delightful summer breakfaster Richard Watts interview with some woman from Kennet’s depression institute.

“the problem is when you are depressed you aren’t usually proactive in socialising”.

Christ woman, say it how it is - you can’t get off the fucking couch for days, let alone leave the house to “socialise”.

Ok, had better be proactive in fiscal interaction now (in other words its time to go and earn some money, sheesh is that the time? What am I doing blogging when I its my last day work for the year?)

Monday, December 19, 2005

blog birthday

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I should have known this would become addictive, but one year ago today when I posted my first and totally unedited blog I did not think blogworld would have inhabited such a chunk of my life. I did it to show my lover how easy it is to set up a blog and then he could have a forum to spout his stuff, which seemed to be falling on the deaf ears of many of his friends.

I only installed statcounter a couple of months ago, so I have no idea how many hits this year has bought, other than since installed I average about a thousand a month. I am intrigued by the pathways people have come here, the google search terms that have amused me most are:

the term aye in nz

female body Location of the pussy

I hate supermarkets

omelette bird flu

edmonds sure to rise cookbook

Hillsong church politics

Ciccolina

unlawful free resident evil

NZ Dairy corner shop photo

dangers of Christianity

why did iraq bomb america

cowardly custard

having a successful sexless marriage

meat bad for your health

IVF drinking milk

(from Saudi Arabia)
very young boud with tiny cock

why is meat bad for health

turned to custard - meaning

workers in fish and chips 2005

visiting dominatrix melbourne

crunchy sound in cervical spine

I haven’t a clue what post the last one related to. As for locating the pussy, she was on the roof.

Thanks for popping by. Comments make my day, even (especially?) the ones with opposing views.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

and when i am not ranting...

...i am cooking and eating. It's a bit more soothing than ranting.

(Can I tease AleKs out of hiding with such blatant cross-promotion?)



santarchy in the UK antipodes

And we think we have rioting idiot problems of our own of late? Spare a thought for yuletide rampages, kiwi style. The New Zealand Herald reports a "gang" of drunken santas stormed through Auckland streets yesterday - tagging buildings, stealing beer, brawling and generally making intoxicated arses of themselves.

This was not some local, impromptu event, on the contrary it was organised with a clear mission statement.

The event's organiser, Alex Dyer, warned of trouble earlier in the day, saying the antics would only be stopped when someone was arrested. Santarchy, he said, was a worldwide phenomenon designed to dismantle the commercialisation of Christmas.

Sounds like the 'event' was well workshopped. Hopefully none will be popping on their sleighs to share some tips with the Cronulla boys.

(image not actually of kiwi santarchist, just some other pisshead in a red suit, err hat)

Saturday, December 17, 2005

if i said...

i wished



misfortune

like the

Two men accused of being members of a terrorist group discussed killing children, "innocents" and the Prime Minister and his family.

would that be seditious?

Fortunately all i have ever wished for him is:

a nasty rash

a fall from grace

annoying loud squeaks in his hearing aid

difficulty getting the tops of jars when he raids the Lodge's fridge for a midnight snack

the cat vomiting in his slippers

his wife running off with a taller, much younger man

his children denouncing him as a war criminal

his stammer getting worse

a big arse

enlightenment

And all that wouldn't get me arrested, would it?

Thursday, December 15, 2005

all we are saying is give peas a chance

At a loose end this friday night in Melbourne? Feeling sickened by the recent racial, media driven, politically diverting riots in sunny Sydney? Want to do something positive about it? Well gather all ye in Bourke Street Mall this friday 16th of December at 5pm.

As the mail alert I got about it said “Can this text spread as well as the race riot ones did? Nonviolent protest against racist attacks Friday 16th 5pm Bourke Street Mall. Spread this like wildfire”

The email also had this delightful piece that puts it all into perspective, claiming to be from yesterdays Oz.
Only last weekend me and my mate Smithy misread a text message and started an absolute s--- fight at the local dog park 'cos we thought we were sposed to beat up all the Labs.

"Go back to where ya came from," we yelled, hurling Molotov cocktails made of beer bottles, Aussie flags and barbecued snags. "Canine scum from 1700s Newfoundland don't belong in a country that prides itself on decency, tolerance and the right to drink 'til ya puke pure liver."

Pretty soon a whole heap of other people turned up and joined in. Most of 'em hadn't got the text message, but after a few hours of solid skulling they said they'd always hated Labrador retrievers, too, and that the time had come to reclaim the whatsit after the whole Jap war grandfather wog Hanson thing.

Jeez it was satisfying. After years of putting up with stupid Labs hanging round OUR dog park, those mongrels were finally running for their lives.

Someone started screaming that we'd made a mistake, that we'd just clocked a black kelpie that'd been born and bred in Dubbo. But we clocked this whingeing b@stard, too. After all, a bit of collateral damage is only to be expected during wars and whatnot.

One elderly stickybeak asked what Labs had ever done to us.

"Can't remember," we replied, slurring a bit by this stage. "But if Labs were serious about fitting in, they'd make an effort to speak English instead of carrying on with all that stupid barking. Also we got a text message."

Me and Smithy gave the elderly stickybeak a beer shower (one day my Nan will learn not to jab her nose where it's not wanted) and did a final sweep to see if any cowardly Labs were hiding in the toilet block or under cars.

Then we headed down to the pub for a celebration beer.

That's when we saw the TV footage of the whole ruckus down at Cronulla.

"Oh s---," said Smithy (scuse his French - he's into that multicultural crap). "It was LEBS we were sposed to be going for. Not Labs but LEBS."

This caused us a bit of grief and soul scratching, I can tell you. We don't get a whole lot of Lebs round our parts and the TV footage made everything kinda confusing.

All that stuff about foreigners hassling chicks at the beach, for example. I mean, me and Smithy make honkin' noises at sheilas in bikinis like no one's business and we're as Oi Oi Oi as they come.

Just between you and me, me and Smithy are also big fans of kebabs, specially if they come with plenty of tabouli and that humans sauce.

Someone else in the pub - probably one of them tit-totallers - piped up and said the Cronulla hoo-ha had as much to do with alcohol as with racism. He said when was the last time we'd seen 5000 heroin addicts, dope smokers or pill poppers run amok, chucking bottles at ambos and so on?

That's when me and Smithy snapped again. We'd just done a whole bunch of them C0ckrocking Cowboy shooters and were in a very good position to speak knowledgeably about the benefits of alcohol, thank you very much.

"Talk about un-Australian," we said, bowling the tit-totaller off his stool and giving him a whoppin' great boot in the gob. "Bitching about beer like a total bloody Leb."

"But isn't it Labs we hate?" yelped Smithy as the bouncer sent us flying arse over tit into the street.

"You bet," I said. "But this wide, white land's all about equal opportunity and open mindedness and whatnot. We can't ignore Lebs just 'cos they're not Labs."

"I see your point," said Smithy.

And off we trotted to Cronulla to kick some sense into the b@stards.


Update 18 December: The rally went well. Peaceful. The usual crusties and the odd clown. Close to 2,000 filling the bottom third or so of Bourke Street Mall, on one of the busiest shopping days of the year. Not sure what the kiddies lining up to look at the Myer Christmas windows made of it. With much more notice, Sydney had its own gathering today getting barely half the number. Is it just me, or was that a piss poor effort if ever you saw one? They can get more people to turn up to a riot than an antiriot march despite the tsk tsking of the locals. I guess it's more important to complain about it over drinks at parties than actually go out on the streets and be counted.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

hick-up

David Hicks, Australia’s own citizen being held without trial by the US government in their concentration camp in Cuba, has attained the legal right to become a British citizen. The UK High Court finally ruled on this yesterday and now Blair and his cohorts are in a bit of a pickle. Hick’s mother being English, gave him a right to apply for a British passport, which had initially been blocked by officials. Due to an agreement between the UK and US governments, Hicks should technically be released from Guantanamo Bay, once his citizenship is conferred.

First Hicks may have to renounce his Australian citizenship in order for his mother’s country to take him under their win – but what loss is that to him? Little Johnny and his mates have done nothing for him in the 4 years he has been kept without charge, tortured and abused by an allied nation.

I may loose my lefty credentials here by saying I have no idea if the guy is innocent of the claims that he has been involved in terrorism. I do not know if he is a threat to those who have invaded Islamic countries. But I do know that 4 years without trial, extraordinary rendition, torture and inhuman conditions is neither legal in this country nor humanely just.

God save the Queen the Blur

(cos no one will save Australia)

Monday, December 12, 2005

how my world feels today


McClelland sculpture park 2005

Saturday, December 10, 2005

truth, justice and the Ausmerican way

As some of the visitors to this blog wonderfully attest, in this post 9/11 age there are justifications for throwing basic human rights out the window. The merest thought that someone may be a terrorist (and lets not forget terrorism is not a 21st century invention) means that we can ditch:
Presumption of innocence
Right to a fair trial
And even the right to a trial at all (habeas corpus)

Throw in deception, deliberate or unintentional, by the media and you have a potent combination.

For almost a month the media generated belief that Britain’s first “shoot to kill” victim of this period, Jean Charles De Menezes, acted suspiciously went uncorrected by the British police. Although, shortly after he was shot it became clear that he was a victim of mistaken identity the action by the powers that be was legitimised by the misinformation that he had dressed inappropriately, ran away when called to stop, jumped the barrier and generally acted guilty in the eyes of both the public and intelligence officers. In mid August ITV published a report of the police enquiry which told another story. As you may now remember Menezes did not have a bulky jacket or a backpack, he entered the underground with a season ticket and only hurried when approaching the platform in order to catch his train. Special officers did not alert him to their presence (in case he activated the nonexistent bomb in the nonexistent backpack?), they grabbed him and instead of cuffing him (video shows he was clearly immobilised at this point) proceeded to fire off numerous shots into his body, deliberately killing him.

So is this guy in Miami any different? At this point do we know if he actually had, as alleged once again, a backpack? Did he really say he had a bomb? (Possibly). Did his wife say loud enough for the marshals to hear, that her husband had a mental illness? If reports to date are true, remember he had got off the plane when the shooting took place, thus not really endangering all those lives and potentially igniting the fuel. (Maybe).

We don’t know. We may never know the truth. But for now what we do know is that these first two shoot to kill events, on both sides of the Atlantic, have so far murdered innocent people in the name of counter terrorism.

Let’s add to the mix – Guantanamo Bay, the civilian body count in Iraq, maiming by white phosphorous, depleted uranium and assorted other weapons of mass destruction, extraordinary-rendition and goodness knows what else we are yet to learn of. By now those 2948 victims of September 11 have been avenged many times over (and that’s not even getting into the ‘who started it anyway?” argument). We know now what many of us had always suspected, the grounds for invading err, liberating, Iraq were fictitious and that it was our proud ally, the USA who had the WMDs all along. We also know that many men in the upper echelon of the US government have profited obscenely from civilian commercial ventures that gained official tenders in Iraq unfairly. And then there is the oil.

All I want to know is when is the craziness going to end? In this time of our new Counter Terrorism laws is it safe to run for trains, carry a backpack or criticise the government? When will our allies stop killing in the name of democracy? How many more innocent (and even guilty) people need to die before we come to our senses?

This doesn’t feel like freedom to me.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

is this what you want with your new laws Johnny?

Another example of the stupidity of the shoot to kill policy.

Bipolar US citizen shot dead by air marshal.

I have a new hero

His name is Harold Pinter. Yes he is an amazing playwright. But it's his politics I find sexy. Despite being obviously very ill, he has fired up his vitriol and recorded an acceptance speech on being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.

His eloquence cannot easily be repeated. Go here to the BBC to watch it. This is the most lucid attack on Bush and Blair that I have ever seen in public.

All hail the new hero!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

another kind of downer

I was going to have a moan.

The political system is alarming me.

I am decidedly unfestive in this season.

The short break the other week only made me aware of how stressed I am.

Tinges of depression have been taking me for a dance.

Oh and my lover may be on the verge of moving interstate (if not in the next month or 2, then its only a temporary stay of execution).

On top of that it is the dead siblings birthday.

So I go to the sad place for a reality check. 33 years is much better than 33 hours, or less.

I wrote in a previous post about the ‘baby stones’ at Melbourne Cemetery. A heart breaking place at the best of times.

So this is today’s journey of perspective.


so loved so wanted



we were not able to name or hold you, but our hearts will forever ache for you



never seen. never held never forgotten




twins

Sunday, December 04, 2005

sedition and scrotums


privatise Howard’s scrotum Fitzroy, Melbourne December 2005

Howard has come up with the strangest justification for the Sedition provisions in the Counter Terrorism bill – “its been there for the last 50 years” (so why did you need to rewrite it into the new laws if that is so?) and what’s more “said Liberal backbencher Malcolm Turnbull's argument that the laws were outdated were not a justification for the criticism.”

Outdated laws – along with the likes of?
Habeous corpus
Women having the vote
Aboriginals having any rights at all

Or perhaps English laws like (1388) all men must own bows and practice archery on Sunday’s and holidays (repealed in 1960)

Oh no Johnny is talking about real laws that still exist that should have been repealed by now.

Like some of these US regulations perhaps?
- Alabama:
It is illegal for a driver to be blindfolded while operating a vehicle.

- Alaska:
It is illegal to push a live moose out of a moving airplane.

- California:
Community leaders passed an ordinance that makes it illegal for anyone to try and stop a child from playfully jumping over puddles of water.

- Connecticut:
You can be stopped by the police for biking over 65 miles per hour.

You are not allowed to walk across a street on your hands.

- Florida:
Women may be fined for falling asleep under a hair dryer, as can the salon owner.

A special law prohibits unmarried women from parachuting on Sunday or she shall risk arrest, fine, and/or jailing.

If an elephant is left tied to a parking meter, the parking fee has to be paid just as it would for a vehicle.

It is illegal to sing in a public place while attired in a swimsuit.

Men may not be seen publicly in any kind of strapless gown.

Any form of sexual contact other than missionary position.

- Indiana:
Bathing is prohibited during the winter.

Citizens are not allowed to attend a movie house or theatre nor ride in a public streetcar within at least four hours after eating garlic.

- Iowa:
Kisses may last for as much as, but no more than, five minutes.

- Kentucky:
By law, anyone who has been drinking is "sober" until he or she "cannot hold onto the ground."

It is illegal to transport an ice cream cone in your pocket.

- Louisiana:
It is illegal to rob a bank and then shoot at the bank teller with a water pistol.

Biting someone with your natural teeth is "simple assault," while biting someone with your false teeth is "aggravated assault."

- Massachusetts:
Mourners at a wake may not eat more than three sandwiches.

Snoring is prohibited unless all bedroom windows are closed and securely locked.

An old ordinance declares goatees illegal unless you first pay a special license fee for the privilege of wearing one in public.

Taxi drivers are prohibited from making love in the front seat of their taxi during their shifts.

- Nebraska:
A parent can be arrested if his child cannot hold back a burp during a church service.

- New Mexico:
Females are strictly forbidden to appear unshaven in public.

- New York:
A fine of $25 can be levied for flirting. This old law specifically prohibits men from turning around on any city street and looking "at a woman in that way." A second conviction for a crime of this magnitude calls for the violating male to be forced to wear a "pair of horse-blinders" wherever and whenever he goes outside for a stroll.

- North Dakota:
Beer & pretzels can't be served at the same time in any bar or restaurant.

- Ohio:
Women are prohibited from wearing patent leather shoes in public.

- Oklahoma:
Violators can be fined, arrested or jailed for making ugly faces at a dog.

Females are forbidden from doing their own hair without being licensed by the state.

Dogs must have a permit signed by the mayor in order to congregate in groups of three or more on private property.

- Pennsylvania:
A special cleaning ordinance bans housewives from hiding dirt and dust under a rug in a dwelling.

No man may purchase alcohol without written consent from his wife.

- Texas:
A city ordinance states that a person cannot go barefoot without first obtaining a special five-dollar permit.

It is illegal to take more than three sips of beer at a time while standing.

- Vermont:
Lawmakers made it obligatory for everybody to take at least one bath each week -- on Saturday night.

- Washington:
All lollipops are banned.

A law to reduce crime states: "It is mandatory for a motorist with criminal intentions to stop at the city limits and telephone the chief of police as he is entering the town.

In King County, in Seattle Washington, it is illegal to sit on a man's lap on a metro bus, unless you are married.

Vancouver, WA has a city law that requires all motor vehicles to carry anchors... as an emergency brake. (Ted Timmons)

- West Virginia:
No children may attend school with their breath smelling of "wild onions."


And we think we've got problems?

Saturday, December 03, 2005

hangman


Foreign minister Alexander Downer on the execution of Van Nguyen:
”I feel very pained about this case.” source

“I think when this case is over, some goodwill can come out of a truly sad and tragic event, assuming that Van Nguyen is actually executed, and that is because this controversy has involved Australia, it has generated a great deal of publicity and a great deal of anxiety internationally. I would like to feel that as a result of this, at least in the future, Singapore would reconsider its system of capital punishment and the emotion that executing people evokes in the community.” source

On the sentencing to death by firing squad of convicted Bali bomber Imam Samudr:
“The Foreign Minister, Alexander Downer, said the conviction and sentence demonstrated the determination of the Indonesian Government to pursue terrorists "and we welcome that".” source

Thursday, December 01, 2005

thursday quickie

For those of us downunder, welcome to summer (and northern friends, commiserations re arrival of winter). However the true date of the first day of summer is contentious. Many of us believe the pagans have it right and the solstice is the real beginning of the season.



summer solstice altar, 2004


It is predicted to be 34c with a chance of a thunderstorm later in Melbourne today.

This is also the day the Kyoto Protocol is put officially into action. Oh that is if you live somewhere that doesn’t include Australia or the USA. No we are so damn poor we couldn’t jeopardise jobs or production by signing a treaty to limit our greenhouse gas emissions.

That is if you still have a job once the IR legislation is enacted. What a surprise little Barnaby was all huff and no puff and rolling over at the last minute, rather than blowing the house down.

The “Anti-terror” laws are also before the senate. This is the same liberal dominated senate that some Australians apparently proudly elected, but no one seems to know who the said voters are. And the same senate which lacks another Greens’ voice because Labour voters in Victoria were too lazy to find out what their party’s preferences were and voted above the line, thus giving their vote to Family First (Nulliparous Pagan Whores Last).

It appears our very own spooks are muzzling the parliamentary committee that oversees their operation. Farewell transparent governance. Hello police, or in this case, “Intelligence”, state.

Sedition laws are upon us. To be reviewed in 5 years if we are very lucky. This is going to be an interesting time for bloggers.
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