Howlin' Wolf - Back Door Man

John Fitzpatrick's Great Fishing Story, a True Story, with thanks to Alvey and Abu Garcia Fishing Technology, and Palm Cove Pier, Cairns. Back in the year 2006AD, I went fishing at Palm Cove Pier one afternoon with my Alvey General Purpose Australian designed Fishing reel and rod set up, a fantastic and simple reel, with 3 moving parts...I baited the red suicide hook with a prawn, and tossed it out to sea, into a breeze, at the end of the Pier. I only really go fishing to feel the great connection between man and the Great Ocean, to watch the silver line connecting us...that's just me. I don't really expect to catch anything. No bites on the line, after ten minutes, I reeled the line in only to find a growing weight on it. When I reeled the line up to the top of the pier, I saw that the red hook had caught...a fishing rod...not only just a fishing rod, but an Abu Garcia Fishing Technology rod and reel...the reel, with gold plating over it, the rod, 5 ft high, perfectly taut and flexible...and, by its condition, it was new and had only been in the water for a day. 150 moving parts. Now, this was about 300 years in advance of my stolid Alvey rod and reel and I was very grateful for this gift...so grateful that I didn't go back to the Pier for some time fearing that the owner might come along. I practised here and there in the yard, then, two weeks after finding the Abu I went beach fishing, just north of the nude beach, before you get to Ellis Beach. It's very beautiful there in the late afternoon. The Abu was just sooooo precise...such brilliant technology...you choose your spot in the sea, 20 yards, 30 yards out, and just launch it, and the sinker would drop the line and prawn exactly where you wanted it to go, every time. it was a fine art, indeed. A beautiful machine. Once again, ten minutes passed, and nothing happened, so I placed the rod into a plastic tube rod holder that I had stuck in the beach sand, and walked along the edge of the sea for about 500 yards, meditating on the sound of the little waves on the sand and shells there, and on my rare fortune. On the way back to the Abu, I noticed it jerking in the holder, once, then twice, then three times, then... and then, I started running towards it, but before I could reach it, the whole rod and beautiful reel just, snap, turned the rod holder flat down on the sand, and the rod and reel flew out into the sea. That's my true fishing story.

I've liked Nursing, from 1983 til now. True, The times have changed but Nursing really hasn't changed. The young and bright and versatile souls are still persecuted, and the old and incompetent robots are revered, as in any of the Great and Real professions that have led us to have the World we now inhabit. Yet we wonder why we still are beset with health problems. With all we know, with the huge amount of money invested, all those problems, including all the cancers, should all have been eliminated at least 20 years ago. Money simply badly spent, and, true, I would have to agree, mostly on doctors making the most of their careers.

The UK about BREXIT: To use a remarkably inappropriate Australianism created by a long dead Australian Football personage, Rex Mossop..."Look at them...the UK, it is so embarrassing...they're too weak to knock a sick girl off a toilet."

BREXIT. What's New? The UK, the rapist, entering into meaningful discussions with Ireland, the raped, to work out a solution that's good for the UK.

Anyway, I think the problem with the UK staying as part of Europe, or leaving Europe, is the same. They've never had any respect or belief in the strength of the people of Ireland, and so, whatever the Sassenachs do, wringing their hands and saying please and yes and no, oh, now let's decide again, etc, well, they're fucked twice anyway. Imagine the UK staying in Europe now...and some hard decision comes up when all of Europe needs certainty..."Oh, oh, I don't know, I don't know, oh, its too hard, oh dear, oh no, oh yes..." Weak Sassenach scum. When Push comes to Shove on any meaningful thing..."Oh, I don't know, oh, my mouth is sore from sucking, oh dear, oh dear, let's have another vote!" Same as they ever were. Same as they ever were. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

we should remember that belief systems are here for us, to meet our needs, and that we don't exist for them. they are just ideas we can like or hate for awhile or not care about at all.

My beliefs are fundamentally Christian in that I think its best to do good for others. Why? Because it's best for them. That's just how I am. I spent a good decade as a deep Mahayana Buddhist inculcated into the Kalachakra Tibetan faith by Mr Dalai Lama himself, but found that, really, Buddhism always favours who is in charge...buddhism loves bosses, loves anyone who is in charge. Buddhism is about self comfort...buddhism does well because it just sucks cock. That's the whole basis of buddhism...look at Thailand, Myanmar, Tibet etc...buddhism is the cool elite and has nothing to do with helping others. The most backward societies on earth are buddhist societies and I wish them well. Look at Buddhists in management positions in your own companies. They do nothing but help themselves. This is buddhism. Islam is okay, and is much like Catholicism was 300 years ago...great ideas but lots of nuts. Hindu is probably the most survivable of the crop. I believe in the things written down about Jesus, the good things about the stories, but not the virgin birth etc or the reincarnation...that's stupid, thats just marketing...nor most of the other things about homosexuals, tax agents and publicans being condemned to hell. I don't believe that. I believe that people believe what they prefer, no matter what is true or no matter what happens to them. I believe that you should study the tenets of any religion, like a dinner on a plate. You don't have to eat everything out of good manners. A lot of it is bitter, and some is quite poisonous.

When it comes to the Vatican, the most recent example is Cardinal George Pell. Pell was just convicted on five counts of child sexual abuse. He has now become the most senior official ever to be found guilty, serving as an advisor to Pope Benedict, as well as Pope Francis. He’s one of the Vatican’s most powerful officials. After Pell was found guilty, the judge ordered all Australian media outlets to desist from reporting the news about it. This is another classic example of media censorship, as they wanted to stem awareness of the fact that Pell was actually found guilty. Apparently, Australian courts do impose these types of orders to ‘hide’ defendants from negative publicity that could prejudice future jurors in other trials. This may be true, but it seems odd given the fact that there was widespread media coverage leading up to the trial, so why not a peep about the results? Despite the court’s efforts, the power of the internet is just too strong and this story has spread all over the globe. The internet is one reason why things are changing so rapidly, and more people are becoming aware of things they weren’t privy to in the past.

Geoge Pell, the Cardinal of Cumalot.

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Garden News. The dwarf sunflowers seem to be loving the weather. There are 3 in the beginnings of bloom now, shining the sun straight back at the sun, in some sort of perpetual adoration. The 4th sunflower has 4 flower heads, shining the sun into the four directions, just like Rama does.

The Brexit thing is pretty important. The Conservative Government, under Cameron, had the remarkable arrogance, for political mastery, to set up a referendum on leaving the EU or staying, knowing that everyone would vote to stay...but then they voted to Leave. Now, May, a 'remainer' has been tasked with organising the Exit. This is insane. Meanwhile, neither Cameron or May realised the impact of this on the Ireland issue...a Unified Ireland is the only requirement for Brexit to work well...but...that can't be permitted...can't be permitted, due to the same arrogance. Without a Unified Ireland, Brexit can't happen. The vote FOR Brexit was mostly about the growing real poverty of the UK people, whilst the wealth of the globalists and London ripped through the ceiling, thus creating and concreting a severe 21st Century class system of Wealth=Merit being Better than Democracy. Well, it isn't.

It dawned on me the other day, much like a massive enlightenment, like St Paul, in the Bible, being knocked off his Moto Guzzi Rosso Corso Le Mans motorbike by God on the road to the Milan Fashion Show, that I'm not very bright. Phew. After all these years, there's a hell of a lot that I'm not actually responsible for.

Any time I have a hard time at work, I think about the plight of Theresa May. Much like going to a Hospital Burns Unit and coming out thinking, Wow, I'm glad that's not happening to me!

Sometimes I wish that people would stop being so upset about being sad. Sadness is at least half the whole journey, and we all know that in our soul and in our boots. It makes as much sense as complaining about happiness, and how unfair it is when happiness happens to us. Unresolved grief, unresolved joy. Either defined by absence or by presence. Same thing. There ain't no cure for love. Neither joy or misery can be resolved whilst we are alive. There is no closure. No one is actually going about making inroads into changing what the human condition is or means, because we natively know what life is and means anyway, and we always have.

Having Fun with Foreigners. Recalling PARIS year 2000, 21 September, autumnal. I was wandering the streets of the 13th arrondissement dressed as a Parisian, black leather jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, good black shoes, scowl. I was approached by a middle aged American couple... he asked: "Excusez moi, monsieur, do you know how to get to Le Metro from here, from, um ici?" Response: "Err, ah! Anglais! je ne comprend pas, monsieur. Your wife is very, how you say, attractif. Does she want my cock? Le coq sportif...Oui? Non? Et tu? Err. Come with me." "Oh, no, no, thank you, Monsieur." My name is John, or Jean Artur. I'm an Australian. I travel the world. I try to help.

reflections at 65.2 years: I was one of the fortunate people in the world to see the Great Barrier Reef of Australia when it was beautiful.

It is remarkable just how we are connected. the Australian house/property market will continue to fall, simply because its rise over the years has been based on dodgy Chinese money coming in. With President Xie's strong pogrom on corruption, in tune with the Australia-China Free Trade Agreement, the money is being redirected. It works like this: Black Money, Chinese corruption money exists in its trillions. The Government is not opposed to this on any moral ground, but rather on what is best for the future of China. So the Chinese Govt's idea is this: Rather than invest your millions in the Sydney, Melbourne, Cairns property markets, etc, where, because of the Free Trade Agreement, your funds, and where they come from, will be able to be seriously monitored on a daily basis... why not invest your corrupt funds in the One Belt, One Road project linking China with Asia, Africa, and Europe, where the Chinese Government is happier for you to invest, and your returns will be higher and your life, and the lives of your children, will be far less problematic? What's wrong with having a happier and more profitable life?

Collective names for bunches of plants: An Empire of Sunflowers. A Bonking of Passionfruit. A Lapel of Rosemary. A Flourish of Radishes. A Settling of Mint.

I think China is the only country on earth that has taken out its corrupt bank managers and CEOs and executed them. I think we are way behind China in doing what is good for our country. China is a very different society, for sure, but, when you look around at what western societies do, well, its hardly bad at all. China is a new form.. i wish China well.

i think that good government is expensive government, for sure. It has to be. it is expensive because of the good that it does, not because of the costs of the expensive suits people wear to represent us.

There are so many variables in any society, but I think that the most important things are providing good education and good health services for the people in the country, and provide well being. A government has to lift people from poverty to well being. That is the job of government. I remain amazed that most governments fail to do this. They have to do these things first, to be acknowledged as any kind of legitimate government. To not solve these problems because they are too hard, well, this is a failed and illegitimate government and one that should be removed by whatever means are available and as fast as possible, violently as necessary, and with great prejudice.

BREXIT: A few missiles fired into the London CBD would indicate that the Irish aren't all that happy about the way things are going regarding One Ireland and borders between the Irish. Just saying. That's the only thing the English ever, ever understand. 800 years...and they haven't evolved even a smidge over all that time. What else do you do with cretins like that? Do you wait another 800 years, expecting Human Reason? Having had every opportunity, still, the penny hasn't dropped for them.

I still find it amazing, in this 21st century, in Australia, that the quality of education for children is based upon the success or failure of the capitalist economy, year by year, rather than being based upon the importance of the children. I still find it amazing, after all the years of fighting for good health care, that it is based, year by year, on the basis of how well a company like BHP or Apple is doing. There is something very wrong with this. This is a failure of Government to be Government. This is a failure of being unwilling to tax the rich for the betterment of all. We should be able to chart the future of education and health for all. This is not a whim, but a social necessity. That we can't even do that in 2018 is dismally amazing to me.

You know, I am still amazed at the arrogance of the English. To even suggest a vote on Brexit, not for one minute believing that folk would choose Brexit...the Government of England simply disregarded the unity of Ireland, and what this means. 800 years, and they never saw it coming. They simply didn't consider the issue at all. This issue cannot be resolved until Ireland is one island. 800 years of no respect.

800 years of racism.

Cluey. I think Trump is quite Cluey regarding North Korea. North Korea is no real threat to even Japan, let alone the USA. It only really is a problem for South Korea, and the only solution will be worked out by the people of North and South Korea...the USA has no role there. by turning up and saying 'Yeah, its fixed' he has done more for eventual resolution than any other US regime. It is North and South 'Korea' when there can only be one Korea, so they have to work it out...and they will. Brexit: This was a response to the maniacal city-building, almost deification, of London as the only city of wealth that mattered. Whilst London thrived, the rest of the UK paid for that and didn't get anything...thus the knee-jerk 'lets get out of Europe'. Due to the remarkable dismissing of Irish Unity, per se, the UK didn't even think of the problem of a border between North and South Ireland. Didn't even think of it. problems dont go away until they are actually resolved. the only resolution is the removal of Northern Ireland from the UK and into the good one Ireland. I think the US funding-deification of its god-like cities of New York, San Francisco etc worked in the same way to promote Trump from the fringe to the Centre. If the USA can redress the different societies of its provinces and its power cities, then there can be some resolution over the decades. Australia: I'd expect the Labor Party to win the next Federal election.

Oh, I see Australia's Scott Morrison, PM, has told the President of Indonesia, that Scott will make up his mind about moving the Australian Embassy from Telaviv to Jerusalem, um, by Christmas. I'm sure Christmas is a very respected event in Indonesia...just like Ramadan is in Jerusalem. He is such an idiot.

I recall, when the referendum in the UK chose Brexit, the first thing I said was..."so, what happens to Ireland?" And this is still the main issue, really. The peace in Ireland was always a temporary thing, worked out by Blair et al, and was never designed to be tested. This is one of the problems with administrators like Blair...no forward thinking. Now, everything is a mess because of it. The English have to actually consider the abiding Irish...and the English just can't do that and remain what England-UK means to themselves. Blair's success may well be far more bloody troubles, delayed and intensified. Ireland needs to be one island, all free. They have the spirit and the gear to do that. Brexit isn't about Europe at all, it is about a continuing crime by the UK on the sovereignty of the Irish people and Irish land.

I see our Prime Minister is apologising to the Indonesian President for saying that Australia will move its embassy in Israel from TelAviv to Jerusalem, that it was just a silly promise to the Jews in the Wentworth electorate, and that he didn't mean it at all...meanwhile, Indonesia has cancelled the Free Trade Agreement with Australia based on the fact that Prime Minister of Australia Scott Morrison is a lying prick who can't be trusted. We already know that here.

Australia. Shhh...don't tell...don't make a noise...there's no one here but us. just the aborigines, and, gosh, aren't they a problem, and only the English, and aren't they a filthy scourge, and only the Irish, and aren't they a joy, and only the Italians, and aren't they problematic, and only the Greeks, and Jesus, no wonder he wept, and only the Iraqis, and how troublesome they are, and only the Jewish Somalians, and how black they are, and only the South East Asians, how Asian they are, and only the Indians, and why can't they speak English without all the head bobbing, and only the Chinese now, now that the more pleasant and less yellow Japs have gone home, and, really only the Americans now... controlling our country now...Sssh. Sssh. Only the Americans are our friends. Americans, like Donald trump. Great Southern Land. A Prisoners Island hidden in the summer for a million years. We imprison little children for many years in horrible places until they go mad, because we want to, because we like it. Australia. It will burn you blind. My country.

The whole reason Scott Morrison, the current bullying PM of Australia, is going on an election tour of Queensland, trying to show everyone how nice he is, full of promises, is that he will be calling an early election well soon of the expected date next year.

GRIEF and FEAR are fascinating activators of human behaviour. When I got my 2 deadly prognoses of heart disease and cancer, after working in palliative care for many decades, I just took off, refused all treatments at age 50, spent money, saw the world for years, fell in love, found a family, and did things I never ever would have done without this impetus. Then, I just didn't die... I'm still standing. I have great respect for grief and fear and, because of them, I still lead an unexpected and remarkably meaningful life...and I have yet to be irradiated or operated on, 15 years later.

Noting some silly people getting in trouble in UK for building a bonfire effigy of the Grenfell Tower and some in the USA getting in trouble for a bonfire of the Twin Towers...Silly people, yes, but nothing wrong with doing that. Social Grief has many manifestations and effigy burning is one of them, whether folk realise what they are doing or not...still better to burn something in a bonfire than to invade and destroy another country as has been the abiding grief-habits of both the USA and the UK for many decades now.

Grief is grief...no one likes it...and no one out evolves it.

Mutterings of the Aged: I like my job. I don't mind going to work. I just don't want to contribute to society anymore. I've experienced Australian society for a long time now, since 1953, and I certainly don't want to contribute to that any more than I have had to. Jesus, look at it! I didn't do that!"

I think the last decent human being who was US President was Jimmy Carter.

On the ever important matter of Car Shapes Through Time, they pretty well all come down to being roundish, squarish, or pointy-triangularish. Then these usual change about every 5 annual models to a variation and mixture of these 3 prime shapes. I've always liked squarish, boxy shaped cars, the Volvo as it always was and the Nissan Navara Ute, as it still a bit is. I was fascinated when Toyota brought out the very boxy squarish RUKUS and I came close to buying one. I liked the black Rukus as it was 6" longer than the white Rukus, and 9" longer than the beige one. It is fascinating, as time goes by, you see these remarkable designers trying to work out what to do with these 3 shapes. The cars from conservative epochs, like the current times, are usually a mix of the 3 so as not to offend anyone...and they pretty well all do look the same, reflecting the aspirations of the people who buy them.

We are a motley crew.I recall when I was a bus driver in Sydney in...1978. I'd open up the doors and welcome people aboard the 190 from Wynyard to Palm Beach and most folk seemed to like that, until some guy one afternoon didn't like it and hit me in the face with a claw-hammer. Its a funny world. We are a motley crew. I was discussing 'empathy' with a young nurse tonight and she said she had problems with having empathy for people who were addicted to Ice, alcohol, or anything else. I acknowledged that empathy is a bit like harmony. Harmony is a worthy goal...as is empathy. The notions spring forth naturally from our emotions and need to be honoured. Empathy is very creative. Emotions create reason. Without emotions, there is no human reason. The other day at work a patient who is always worried about something and tends to break into every conversation or anything I'm doing with anyone else, and I was very busy with someone who was pretty-very crook... anyway, she couldn't wait and so burst into the conversation with..."I'm going to..." then she looked into my eyes...and paused...and then said "I'm just going to bugger off to my room for awhile." I believe she is beginning to appreciate the concept of empathy. Must be the goatee. Keep the faith. We are a motley crew from go to whoa.

have no problem with the youth of Australia. It is all about growing. Fortunately I was of a generation before them establishing that peace was the best outcome, and there haven't been any wars that we've been really involved with for a long time. That's a great thing. Mind you, we blew off a few billion dollars every year for the last ten buying weapons from the USA to drop on some poor villages in Syria, for sure...money that could have helped us and not destroyed them good people. Still...If kids grow up in peace they are most likely to expect peace as being normal rather than something to be anxious about as we were in those days. Life is better in peace. We need to choose our allies far better than we have. America never delivers, and is far too expensive. to ever have as a 'friend'. A friend doesn't do what America does.

I was always concerned that matters in Asia were controlled by America but with the rise of Trump and the departure of America from this area, I feel some hope. Asia is a matter for Asians, controlled totally by Asians. For this reason, I support Trump in letting go of Asia. Asia was always far too expensive to maintain, and just too far away for America. It was never part of America. Never will be, never can be. Asia is Asia. As the Chinese note...when you look at it...on the numbers...as the Chinese see it, China IS Asia, and I think this is true to the same extent that America IS Canada and Mexico, Central America, and most of South America etc...this is a reality. This is how things are. China IS Asia, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar, Malaysia etc. That's really what China is...and China is doing well. It should be enough for America to wield power and might within its own borders, and through Canada, through Mexico and South America etc...that is enough. There needs to be no war or clash of minds or cultures etc. The USA is...America, fundamentally North and South. Asia is Asia, and... China is Asia. And, just yesterday, China and Japan came to some agreement that would have been impossible if America was a powerful country anymore in Asia. China and Japan...wow, these brothers have a lot to work out, and they will work it out a lot better left to themselves and the fate of each other. Even the one Korea is doing better now, North working with South, without America in it at all. This is a good thing. As for me, growing up in a Sydney suburb, working class, not many prospects, my dad being persecuted and unemployable because he was a catholic in Sydney in this days, anyway, I worked as a poetry editor for a decade from 1970 after a good catholic school education, before my publishing company well, we went broke with the new technology and sold out to a tobacco company, Benson & Hedges, and BP Oil, who bought us up to prove their credentials as ... socially aware... so they could acquire government grants...etc in the late 1970s and so... i did nursing/ I am sure it wasn't a good idea, but, at the time, it was an idea. I have liked some of it.

One Ireland.It is interesting to look at things over time. A 'solution' to Irish nationhood was to divide it into 2 states. It hasn't worked, but England didn't care at all about that, until now, and it has to face up to Brexit...now it cares. This is what the English are like. This is how they think. This is what they do. A progressive Europe is far better off free of that garbage. Ireland is one Ireland, pure and simple.

A 2 state solution was never a solution for Palestine. Nor is it a solution for Ireland.

Well, now that the Australian Government lost the recent by-election in the jew-rich area of the east Suburbs of Sydney, they have canned the idea of Jerusalem becoming the site for the Australian Embassy. Who would have guessed that? All that enthusiasm...is instantly gone. Back to reality. That scam didn't work. Next one, Scomo? Attack the Unions. Blame the refugees. The usual suspects, now the jews, as a marketing reference point, didn't come to the party. Blame the Irish.

Well, now that the Australian Government lost the recent by-election in the jew-rich area of the east Suburbs of Sydney, they have canned the idea of Jerusalem becoming the site for the Australian Embassy. Who would have guessed that? All that enthusiasm...is gone. Back to reality. That scam didn't work. Next one?

Mens History of Hair based upon Baldness as the Dominant Gene: In the 70s and 80s it was the Comb-Over. In the 90s the shaven head became de rigeur. Following on into the 21st century, caps + goatees + the shaven head became the thing. It still is, in some places like cairns...goatee + cap...and driving a ute. That's the thing. In the mid 2018s etc you see the preponderance of narrow hipster brimmed hats on balding heads with beards in the 30+ year olds in real life, although, on tv, the toupee still coming in on every channel, with the rich, like Elton John and Trump and Sting etc, paying out millions for harvesting their genital hair to implant upon their heads. I remain with a full harvest of back hair that can be sold to anyone interested in real male beauty. I'm thinking of extensions and..blonde dreadlocks. Best to stop there and not begin to discuss what women do even though it is kind of obvious.

OFFICIAL Somewhere over the Rainbow - Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwoʻole

Anthem:We are one but we aren't many girt by sea and from here and there we come and from fear we run from what's best and focus on our daily cum we are tired and white and racist and sing with one voice we are Australian scum.

Katie Melua - Nine Million Bicycles

Van Morrison - Astral Weeks/ goodnight fellow travellers.

Van Morrison - Listen to the Lion (full version)

Take me back - Van Morrison

Van Morrison - A Sense of Wonder (Lyrics on screen)

Someone Like You - Van Morrison ( Bridget Jones's Diary)

The Australian Government is considering announcing that they define Jerusalem as the capital of Israel because there is a by-election next week in a very rich area of Sydney, and their hold on government depends on the "Jew Vote"....but the Government won't announce the defining of the new Jerusalem as the capital of Israel...if they see it this way, or not...until after the election...but they are really thinking about it. What can you say? Just something else about the Australian Government that I will have to forget. Ordered some pizza for dinner.

BOB DYLAN - SAD EYED LADY OF THE LOWLANDS - (Rehearsal) 02-16-1966 ESPA...

I see the Australian Liberal/National Party Coalition Senate Members voted for a Bill last night in Canberra, but then apologised for doing so, saying that they didn't really know what it meant. True. It's okay not being bright.

Small Tattoo of the Sun. I got this small benign skin cancer on a hot tropical Friday, riding the BMW K1100LT from Cairns to Rockhampton, about a 1200km journey, maybe around the year 2000​. in the year 2000, she would have been about 12​. I had trouble with family business at that time and just wanted to make sure that daughter knew I was caring and thinking about her....and I rode the bike down to make sure to make a connection with daughter who lived with her Mum in Rockhampton. I started about 6am and rode South for Cairns and pushed the bike up to around 200kph to make good time for awhile. I had fingerless leather gloves on and they were fastened by a press-stud but still left the top of the hand exposed. My right hand felt the heat and light and bite of the Western Queensland sun for about 6 hours. I arrived in Rockhampton around sunset, set up my small tent, had a shower, rode up to pick up daughter, take her to dinner and movies, drop her back off home, then I slept the night in the tent, then, early next morning, rode back to Cairns. I had to be back for work the next day. I did that. So, ever since, I have had this small tattoo of the sun on my right hand, and, in this way, I remember how it is to be a father.

ah, there it is.

Australian Federal Police have just raided the offices of the Australian Minister for Home Affairs, Peter Dutton. Good. Peter Dutton is in charge of Australian Homeland Security and, like many others world wide, he is a bad egg.

the independent organisation Bellingcat seems to do a good job of investigating and discovering how many Russian spies are lurking around. You'd think this would actually be the job of various governments...unless those governments want to make a statement for the sake of celebrity and self importance, but dont actually have the data...so are happy that BellingCat makes it up for them. I'd like to see Bellingcat's list of donators.

As for the Australian Prime Minister, on TV every day now...3 hours coaching for 5 minutes air time, every day...rather than governing. Governing is quiet, thoughtful, and really hard. Governing is why the Australian PM is paid more than the US President...the job is to actually do the work...be quiet, be astute, head down. He is A ridiculous clown always saying 'Hey, look at me! I've made it!'. Scott Morrison is the Kim Kardashian of politics.

In terms of Peter Dutton, he has shown that, as a leader, that whenever wealthy friends ask him for his help, he will help them, whilst keeping unwealthy folk in cages on islands as a warning to others. He is, arguably, Australia's best advocate for helping wealthy white South African people in the whole world. He should get some award for that...after all, wealthy white South African pastoralists are just like him...and not like THEM. These are his Qualities as... a man.

advice of 65 year old mental health nurse to patients of various ages... well, the human condition never changes. when you get to a certain age you are wise to choose what you wish to change about yourself, if anything at all, rather than listening to the world. you are fine as you are anyway. for young people, well, attend to what is most important to your own development as a being. you have to work out what that is, for you. the great thing about not committing suicide, or of having silly failed attempts, is that, generically, as we age, especially beyond 50, is that we get happier. this is the story of humanity. there is nothing wrong with being happier. there is nothing wrong with doing the hard yards. that's what we all have always done. at the same time, respect those who choose to go. if you study grief, well, suicide matters in the heart and mind of those who remain after you for a year or so, then they will just grieve for you the same as if a car accident or a cancer took you from us. that's the truth of it. that's all we can do. respect.

Nauru: Mental Health for Refugees seeking refuge in Australia, refugees who have been locked up for 5 years: One psychiatrist who can't speak English, no translator. One Mental Health Nurse who can speak English. That's it. Keep up the good work, dear sister Nurse.

TRUE TIME SAGA Today I have achieved the hitherto impossible and reset the time on my Casio G Shock watch to daylight saving time. This only took 3 hours of effort...last time it took about 40 hours of failed effort. I have a long history with the watch, buying it at Melbourne Airport a few years ago, en route home to Cairns, reading the 40 pages of instructions, and setting it up. Then, when we moved to Victoria, and when daylight saving came along, I couldn't change the hands by one hour no matter how many hours I spent trying. I took it to 2 watch shops and they couldn't do it either, so I posted it back to Japan, to Mr Cashio, who owns Casio, saying 'look, I don't want this watch anymore. I dont want a refund. I just am sick of it. Please think about what you make." Anyway, a nice letter from Casio Japan, and the time adjusted watch came back to me, with the usual 40 page booklet...so I have persisted with the watch. Last night, tooling around with it for a few hours, brought the watch up to current local time, although it is now 5 minutes fast and has 3 alarms that I have no control over....but that's good. That's fine. I can live with that. I can live 5 minutes into the future.

I think there is benefit in the notion of immigrants being required to live in provincial areas of Australia for, say, 5 years, as a condition of their journey to citizenship. What has to come with it is major infrastructure programs to develop the provinces at the same time. This would work. Take, for example, Tasmania, a big island with hardly anyone on it, and those who are there are giants, have two heads, and with a skill set that can only cut down trees...this would be a grand place to re-develop and make actually sustainable with migration and big money for infrastructure. This would work. A multi-cultural Tasmania. Give it ten years with a big focus on social and structural development, and they'd have a higher living standard and more diversity than anyone or anywhere else in the country. They may even choose to secede...and that, all in all, would be a good thing for Tasmanians.

Nauru: The concern I have with the Australian Government, and with particular luminaries like Scott Morrison and Peter, the bald guy, Dutton, is that they are proud of their achievement in locking up genuine refugees on remote off shore islands around Australia because this deliberate cruelty is a solution to the problem. We pay these Ministers a lot of money to be fairly bright and to work things out, generally, without cruelty as the best way forward for the country, and yet they remain proud of their policy of cruelty rather than having another notion about how to do things properly, legally, and compassionately. These are not bright nor hard working nor hard thinking politicians. These are cruel and racist men. These are little men and they make us a little and cruel people. The refugees, going crazy for years on these remote islands, deserve normal lives, as do we. The weak link in the paradigm is our government of little and proud racist men. We deserve better governance.

From my palliative care end of life days over 30 years of noticing: the folks who had the most pleasant deaths were: Hare Krishna folk Catholic Alcoholic folk, usually men Moslems. and then the rest... Those who had the most horrible painful deaths were Evangelical Christians Mahayana Buddhists Vegans and then the rest... Interestingly, Hare Krishna and Vegans have the same diet, so I'd suggest that the meaning of life, at the end of life, in terms of rank human life suffering, has more to do with something other than diet.

Tibetan Liberation Front: What did the Chinese ever do for us? "Well, roads, bridges, trains, houses, jobs, education, a future for the kids, heat in winter, scholarships to world universities, peace, food, a future for non-religious kids, they stop the kids from setting themselves on fire, and we are not serfs anymore, and not slaves to a theocratic dynasty that locks up boys with celibate holy men instead of getting an education."

I know swearing is harsh, and I often don't like it at all, but at the same time, it can be meaningful or very funny...context and timing are most critical. Swearing and a comedic theme can go well together. Comedy is funny because it breaks some social law in some way. A man slips on a banana whereas he should have just been walking...pretty much all comedy is like that...something that shouldn't happen...happens. So I think pretty well all comedy comes about as some sort of insult to what is normal or acceptable or appropriate, whatever 'appropriate' means. I taught my children as best i could that swearing was for a few reasons: Either to indicate significant pain, shock, indignation or betrayal. Swearing in these contexts was a very good thing to do. Or, swearing was a way to improve comedy delivery. The Australian vernacular is rich with possibilities in this manner. The traditional saying 'every man and his dog were there' still, to me, is far more entertaining and meaningful when one says 'Every cunt and his dog were there'.It means the same thing, yet is just more fun and colourful to say. We should teach our children well. Imagine, if when reading the bible, instead of Pilate dismissing his wife's concern about having a threatening dream of Jesus the night before, instead of just dismissing her concerns, he had said "look, Cheryl, I acknowledge that you've had a bad dream, but, I just got home...just let me relax a bit. I received a bad scroll from Rome, the city is running out of wheat, and I've been dealing with the Jews all day...I've had a cunt of a day."

I'm not opposed to Donald Trump. If he can improve the lot of poor and working class Americans, then he will be a good President of that country. Obama, Bush, etc didn't do that because their focus was about the world with America as policeman. I agree with Trump that the world doesn't need a policeman, that the world is far better off without America as a Policeman or an influence. But America does need someone who delivers jobs to people in America. So far, he is doing that. That's his job. Americans voted for Trump, so his job is to meet their needs. It hasn't got anything to do with the World Order, international financial stability, NATO, or anything else. He has his elected term, see how he goes in that hard ground

Interestingly, the one fellow in China who foresaw the Western World Crash of 2008 in 2003, and helped China to avoid it, and thus jumped China 20 years ahead of all expectations, is now their Minister for Propaganda. He makes Coca Cola, the BBC, Google and Facebook look very amateur indeed...simply because they are real amateurs in the real world and don't really know what they are doing. The world has changed, and they missed it.

Once a year, in China, the mothers gather together and study the world gold price. When the gold price goes low, they arrange parties in Singapore and Hong Kong to catch up and talk about their husbands and the world. They arrive in hordes of thousands, they stay in nice hotels, buy everything made of gold at a low price, and take it home. This causes the world gold price to go up. Then, they sell. Women....

China, like India, like Korea, like japan, like Pakistan, produces very intensely bright human beings. If all universities on earth based their acceptance of students on the basis of their applicants on merit, on intellectual test results and real promise, then one third of every university on earth would be made up of North Asian women.

China: As it is, run by the Party, with only 80 million members of the Party...lifting 20 million people out of poverty every year for the last 20 years. That's 400 million people moving out of early death, ignorance, and poverty into the Middle Class, buying things, spending money on education for their kids in Europe and America...to know the world... That's the biggest dent in world poverty the world has ever known. That is better than the best achievements of any charity or medicines sans frontiers or any government actions etc on earth in the history of human kind. Mr Xi's Plan: Accelerate the process. That's the One Belt One Road Program. That's not a bad thing. We will just have to get used to being okay without wars.

3 Nazis i have met in my life. One: I parked my BMW K1100LT in the carpark outside the shopping centre and an old guy came up and started talking about the bike. He said they had changed a lot since the War. He said he was riding the Wermacht twin machine through L'Arc de Triomphe in Paris, he was one of the first wave of German Infantry to take Paris. It was a beautiful day. His machine gunner was in the sidecar, singing. He had stuffed fresh red roses in the barrel. The girls of Paris were so beautiful. He felt so...triumphant. He had a new full length black leather coat made to order. The world, for him, was a wonderful place that day. He said 'well, eventually, we lost, but I have never forgotten the joy of that day when I was 25. It was my birthday. The future was this wonderful possibility...My parents, my friends, my self, we were all so proud of me...times go by...anyway...you have a nice bike.' 2: Jacques, the 80 year old painter/artist. As a young man he was very interested in, and joined Hitler Youth and was very proud and happy. For the first time in his life, he felt respected. He was 16. When it came to being conscripted into the German Army, he got scared and ran away, not because he disagreed with Hitler, but because he was scared of the exercises and of eventually getting hurt. He had a low pain tolerance. So, at 20, he stole his parents money, and he ran from Germany, across Europe, across Africa, and Asia and ended up in Australia...learning and extending his painting skills in every place. He remains a very celebrated artist with his paintings doing well around the world, in galleries, etc. I asked him how he looked so young and fit, for a man of his age, and he replied 'well, I think it is because whenever I have been faced with a challenge, or any kind of personal responsibility, I have run away." 3: Mrs Myrtle: 100, having outlived all her enemies, living in a remote Australian hospital. She lived on a large pastoral property and by the age of 20 had shot to death 7 aborigines, including 3 kids, who had taken to living on her river's edge. Then she married well and lived a grand life, a true matriarch, surrounded by many tens of kids, twenties of grandkids, 30s of great grand kids... 'Mind you," she said "you wouldn't do that these days." I asked 'You wouldn't shoot people?" No, you wouldn't have so many kids, not these days.. Real people, real lives. Life is quite an interesting thing. I think everything is going to work out fine.

Letter to Hon Peter Dutton Minister of Home Affairs Dear Mr Dutton As an Australian, I am saddened by the lack of commitment you have given to your role. Australia has a lot of problems yet all I have seen of your actions is various games to promote yourself and hurt anyone who requires your help. in this way you are, by your presence in parliament, adding to the problems Australians have. I believe you should resign from the Ministry, and from politics altogether, and do something else, for your own good, and for the good of the country. Yours sincerely John Fitzpatrick ..... just send a posted letter to the minister or the opposition leader of your choice...once a week. Every week. It works.

Oh, I finally remembered his name...Minister for Home Affairs and French Au Pairs...Peter Dutton! That's his name. His name eluded me for awhile there today...then I felt the vomit rising in the back of my throat, gulped, and his name, Peter Dutton, came out of my mouth. That's the bastard. Scomo's scrotum. A real Australian Statesman.

I recall when my Dad couldn't get a job in Sydney for many years and we lived in a tent that local protestants set fire to from time to time, with Mum my brothers and myself inside..because dad was Irish Catholic Refo Bog Rubbish. Still, Dad never took to drink or violence, never swore or hurt anyone, he just tried harder....I feel some compassion for those Iraqi refo men on Manus Island...but Australia doesn't change very much at all, at all. We are best at Fear and Exclusion and Cruelty rather than other human qualities. Dad was just damn lucky he was just a tyke, a celt, a fenian, not a kyke, nor a nigger, nor a spag, a wog, nor a chink, nor a nip, nor an eastern european rag picker, and very fortunate indeed that he wasn't brown, yellow, an abo, or a woman... Don't go singing "We are One but We are Many" Not yet by half.

Tests in Germany note that the Australian Prime Minister, Scott Morrison, is adulterated fake honey. Professor Von Firkendork made the announcement whilst following up reports that Scromo was, in Australian slang, the needle in the strawberry of Australian industry.

I could shit a better Australian Prime Minister than Scott Morrison.

I used to think that Bill Shorten was kind of a shoe-in to be the next Australian Prime Minister as long as no one saw him, or heard him. But, he was on TV today for a minute and actually said a few good things. I'd prefer Penny Wong for PM because she is a very good bureaucrat rather than a populist politician, per se, but Bill would be ok. The great thing is, in the 2019 election is that Labor will most likely win. The comforting thing is that if they lose, they will dump Bill Shorten...so it's a kind of win-win thing.

Young years teach us how to be happy, middle years teach us how to be upset, old years remind us how to be happy. It's always pretty well been like this. I really don't have any problems with this natural arrangement.

Novichok, spies, Korea etc

We'll never know the chicanery between the powers, we'll only know a few tales here and there. Nothing of substance.
When one considers the lot of a double-agent, well, one can understand that this isnt an ideal career in the long term, and you won't ever know who comes to get you, but someone will.
I recall a news piece about a British spy who was found dead in a suitcase in a bath and the official response was that there were no suspicious circumstances at all.
As for korea, well, it seems less on the brink of mad war with itself than it has for some years, so that's a good thing.
I expect the US Navy with its nukes etc is still tripping around the coast off Korea and China much to the chagrin of those countries and the Americans I guess will keep doing that out of habit. It is an expensive habit...and something could go wrong, of course, but we won't know.
Wishing people find reason in peace. If you can't destroy someone, perhaps peace is better and cheaper than war overall.

Grumpy kids. "Why isn't my life perfect, Dad?" "Well, my darling, that's simply because you aren't perfect. Get used to that. I've had to."

Scott Morrison as prime minister of Australia, just someone else we'll have to forget. Might as well check the washing on the line, and see if the clothes are still wet.

We are one but we are many and from all of the lands of earth we come apart from syrians and iraqis on manus island... and we stick their hopes and children up New Guinea's bum. we hope they enjoy the smell and scenery so like us, as convicts we begun to suffer the pain and live the heart ache of us like them, we both are scum. they are shit and lack our racial meaning we are girt by cash and girt by dumb and they shouldn't have come, and shouldn't have come.

Oh, Jesus, AUSTRALIA...if I turn on ABC TV once more and there are all these clowns singing "We are one, but we are many" I'm going to fucking cut loose with an AK47 of invective tirade. Enough is enough of patriotism. Patriotism is very bad. It's the worst thing at the best of times. It becomes a horrible thing in these hard times. Patriotism has always has been like that, always will be. "we are here, and there are a few of us, not so many as most other places, and we are different, this and that, and overall things are usually kind of okay... "we turned up and here and now we are being screwed out of our money by selfish business owners linked to the bizarre dysfunctional Liberal government, seeking to destroy every wage we get..every breath we take..somehow, now, every cent we earn...is somehow...their's." That's the truth in the pudding. The rest is atmospheric bullshit advertising. Times are hard, they will get harder. The current government could help you, but won't help you, by choice, because that's just the kind of self-absorbed cunts they are. Put that in a song on the ABC. It's the truth. that's the real Anthem for us here and girt by sea. The fact is simply that the Liberal/National Coalition Government of Australia, The Retarded, have taken over the liquor store.

Strawberry Fields Forever:Strawberry Fields Forever: One of the things to consider regarding the nefarious criminal putting needles into strawberries in australia as a disgruntled employee would, naturally, be to look into the matter of the strawberry farms paying employees full award wages, giving permanency of employment, superannuation, sick leave, long service leave, paid holidays, etc as is required by law, and, if not, why not? Do you have a problem with complying to the Law of the Land?

After 18 months settling into Melbourne, how would you describe the experience? Well, after successfully integrating into the local community and culture, using the succinct Australian vernacular, Melbourne is pretty well a dud-root of a place. My job is good, usually, but the pay is poorer than equivalent rates in Queensland by a few dollars every hour...and I've had an easy time compared with most. I wouldn't recommend Melbourne to anyone I liked. I landed a permanent job at 64 because I'm very lucky and kind of ...um...brilliant... so I can't really complain about that. If one hits town at 23 years old, I'd expect it'd take 50 years to start to make a living beyond the massive costs of the place. If one doesn't need to come here, then one should not come here. If 2 people are coming to Melbourne to start a life, unconnected to anyone here, to rent a place, find jobs etc I'd suggest having around $60,000US in cash. If buying a place etc, then about $1.8 millionUS. If you don't have that, then it's best stay where you are. If you depend on starting up in the Uber-type economy, then expect $8 an hour, no superannuation, no sick leave, no holidays, no future...and you are stuck here. I wouldn't advise it to anyone I loved, liked, or even disliked. This is a hard town.

We had The American Century here in Australia, thus the movies, the views, the way things are set up etc in this long ago outpost of England. Like the time when the English got weak, we now face the weakness of the American empire. In its place is New China. China is a much more powerful and long lasting entity than England or the US and thus will make a bigger impact here financially, socially, artistically and culturally, over the next couple of hundred years. This is natural for a small vassal state like Australia. This is not The Asian Century at all...this is the China three century period and its been building up for 30 years already. This is not the Asian century that Australia has hated to be part of. The other countries of Asia don't really matter. The other countries in Asia are simply border towns. China IS Asia.

Australia is a Sick Fuck of a Country. A few years back Australia, the rich First World Nation, was in negotiations with East Timor, the poorest and newest tiny country in South East Asia, regarding gas drilling rights in the sea between Timor and Australia. So Australia, using its massive technical capacities, bugged the East Timor Government's meeting rooms and passed on the information to the gas and oil drilling companies... we, and our government, did do that. It has been proven. We screwed some of the poorest and most destroyed people on earth to the wall and cheated them of their future...and even then, the resultant profit didn't flow to Australia at all, but rather to the international oil and gas drilling companies. We did that...our security apparatus, asio, asis, our federal police and asd, did that to the poorest country in south east asia...our nearest neighbour. That's the kind of country Australia really is. Now, the courts in Australia are seriously prosecuting the poor whistle blowing bastards who came out and said 'hey! this is wrong!' and those guys are going to go to gaol for a long time. This is Australia. This is what Australia does. This is what Australia is.

A few years back Australia, the rich First World Nation, was in negotiations with East Timor, the poorest and newest tiny country in South East Asia, regarding gas drilling rights in the sea between Timor and Australia. So Australia, using its massive technical capacities, bugged the East Timor Government's meeting rooms and passed on the information to the gas and oil drilling companies... we, and our government, did do that. It has been proven. We screwed some of the poorest people on earth to the wall and cheated them...and even then, the resultant profit didn't flow to Australia at all, but rather to the international oil and gas drilling companies. We did that...for them. that's the kind of country Australia really is. Now, the courts in Australia are seriously prosecuting the poor whistle blowing bastards who came out and said 'hey! this is wrong!' and those guys are going to gaol for a long time. This is Australia. This is what Australia does.

When you look around the world you see a bit how things have changed these past ten years. America, Australia and the UK have always been basically both intolerant and dependent upon immigrants. Now Europe is becoming intolerant of immigrants. Now, if America, the UK, Australia and Europe hadn't bombed the fuck out of them to make them have to run away from their burning homes, maybe things would be different, but we did exactly do that and for no good reason at all, except for our own sense of moral righteousness and money. Now, we have to work things out... because we have to...and we have to share more than we used to do...because we have to...because they are us now.

On Passings, as they are called now.

Looking back

as we do

puts us in

the memory stew

of tears and fears

and funny ears

and everything to do.

Looking ahead, Phil,

you see you're ill

and so buy insurance

for those you filled.

But they've made their own way

and made their own pay

and should be happy

to foot your bill.

And if they're not

just hang around

and be a problem for a pound

like a noisy tomb

as they grieve and weave

and lounge the leaving room.

poem for daughter:light on light, the sailor's light, to look out bright upon the water, to see the stars and see the sight and hold in arms a perfect daughter. where will you go, what will you see, when clouds are on the water? i will love you all through the time that gails upon the border.

Men & Women: I don't really know women. I can't know women. I have loved some women and they have loved me, just as unknowingly and blindly as I have loved them. In that loving blindness we grew good families. At almost 65, Life remains a remarkable and beautiful mystery to me...and yet I know 'me' very well now, but the rest of the Mystery and Majic of this, my simple one life, amongst my comrade collective billions of absolute equal beings, continues within me and then without me. I'm happy to be here. I'm relatively sane. I have a good heart and a fair mind. I have no idea how any of that ever happened. No idea at all. In the great scheme of things... there is no great scheme of things, but it is a good thing, and I think the best thing, along the way, to have a sweet long kiss (with a tongue or two) and to wish each other well. The world is for all and there is plenty of room in it for all of us, otherwise we wouldn't be here at all.

2 indigenous young boys in Perth died last night, drowned themselves in the Swan River, escaping from police who wanted to know why they were climbing fences through people's yards at night and tinkering with their windows and door knobs, as the people who lived there were concerned, so called the police. The boys families are blaming the police. The Racist police. True. Grief is like that. Why did the US invade Iraq when Iraq was the only bastion against Al Queda who caused the trouble on 9/11? Grief is like that. Grief is primal. Grief doesn't exist to make sense to us. The role of grief is to teach us how to survive the future, and we usually don't learn that at all. We react with hate instead and remain more primitive than arcane grief, the great teacher, itself. As Dylan Thomas noted: We are not wholly bad nor good we, any of us, who live Under Milkwood.

Peter Dutton, the Australian Parliamentary Member for Home Affairs & Au Pairs, noted today that "I am a person of high integrity." Now, usually, a person of high integrity is known as such because everyone believes that person to be a person of high integrity, but, importantly, only when they are dead. Peter, alive, just doesn't get it. You can't actually say that about yourself. Belligerent, callous, bullying, unfair, unethical, cruel, small minded, vicious, selfish, power mad...and... an idiot. He's got it all...but, as for Integrity, well, I think he has a way to go.

The only trickle-down economic benefit for workers in Australia is when the elite piss in your face.

Generally, you'd expect about 10% of Australians to be knuckle-dragging fuckwits terrified of Foreigners in general. That is to be expected in our First World Society. When economic times get hard, as they are, and will continue to be, then that percentage jumps to around 15%. It is remarkable to me that the Government of Australia is based upon the fear of 10-15% of its population. An advanced society will put into process mechanisms by which they have a moral dimension to ratify the beliefs of the majority, rather than a fickle borderline minority. Politicians, instead of doing the cheap easy Knee Jerk response of appeasing the 10-15% of knuckle dragging fuckwits really have to think hard and work out something better than what exists now, in terms of Immigration, and to work very very hard at it. We pay them a lot. We pay them a lot more than we ever get...and they get better conditions and salaries and perks than we will ever experience in our lives...and all we get is fat pigs who will spread the fear of Foreign Devil people rather than meet their job description requirements. Why do they do that? Because they are just fucking lazy. We deserve a lot better than the Government we have.

It appears that Peter Dutton's moral passion for keeping out illegal folk from Australia doesn't extend to nice looking French au pair girls sponsored by his mates. Obviously a man of some convictions...with more to come I expect. Rich white South African Farmers, nice looking French au pair girls...I guess it all comes under his authority in terms of Home Affairs. What a Government. What a dick.

I see the new Australian Prime Minister has emailed the Liberal NP Coalition asking for unification of interests and the resolution of divisions in pursuing the issues related to the Drought and helping Australian farmers. The email, with the Subject Line of "Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah! I'm the King of the Castle and You're the Dirty Rascals" was well received by a minority of members, including Peter Dutton who replied with an emoticon of a loyal smiley face.

On children. They come to me with their own light. I offer the protection of my light. We live as family and then they leave. They go to protect others with their light.

I was brought up as Catholic, Irish, in Australia, and I loved it. It took me til 20. Then, as young men with a heart and mind do do, I looked around, found Buddhism, was inculcated into the Mahayana Kalachakra Belief System formally by the Dalai Lama when 35, then realised that it was exactly the same in every way as the Catholic Church, so I went my own way. I love wearing my scapula, I love my small prayers for a better outcome for everyone. I don't give either the Catholics or the Buddhists any of my money because I know that money fucks them up, always has, always will. Just look at them. We must first examine the contradictions within ourselves. After examining them, we can love them. If we have no contradictions at our heart, in our core, then we are the robots the world desires us to be. We can still love all of that and all of them, but don't give them your money. That's for you.

When are you going to retire? I doubt I will. When I was 50, as an expert in pain control in terminal disease, having sat with a good 300 folk who died in my care and presence, with excellent pain control titration and hypnotic conversations, it dawned on me that all these people came to me when they were retired from work. So, I left that job, from 50 to 60 I basically travelled the world, had an amazing and unrepeatable time, spent huge amounts, gave away some, and I did everything I could, both right and wrong, ethical and unethical, that I never did do before, and I didn't die, and so I have come back to work now. I doubt I need to retire again. I've done that. There are still strange people in the world who still think that time and life is linear. I'm not one of them. To arrive in Heaven with all my earthly debts unpaid, and without funeral insurance, is not a bad outcome for a life well and deeply lived.

Melbourne, Day Off:1: Woken by points of light through the blinds at about 9am. Gradual consciousness. Wanyi noted that the drive to Apollo Bay to buy Scallop Pies would take 3.5 hours rather than the 2 hours I estimated. I thought everything in Victoria was 2 hours away. So we had to speed up into full consciousness. 2: Left home at 11am, across the city, then down the M1 West. Stopped and ate Hungry Jack emergency food at a petrol place. Took a left turn to the Otways Mountains somewhere and stopped for a cigarette and for daughter to be photoed doing a star jump in the middle of the road. 3: The Otways are tall and very beautiful mountains and forest and the narrow road along the high ridge was a perfect place for both terror and vomiting. 4: Exited the Otways down on Wild Dog Creek Road and joined the Great Ocean Road. 5: Found Apollo Bay and the Scallop Pie Shop. $12 each now, so bought 6. 6: Put on big coats and the 3 of us wandered along the massive empty beach looking with wonder at the Great Ocean. Beautiful. Sun comes through the mire of the sky and in the breaking blue pristine waves are shards of crystal whiteness lit by Mother Sun. 7: Watched with wonder as some girl went out to the near horizon on a surfboard. 8: Spent an hour in the freezing beachside wonder. 9: Drove back along the Great Ocean Road noting that it wasn't a Short Ocean Road nor a Wide Ocean Road but rather a Long and Winding Vomiting Type of Great Ocean Road. 10: Turned inland at Lorne to get just get away from the Fucking Great Ocean and its Road and got nauseous going up through the wonderful forests. 11: Emerged back on the M1 at Winchelsea and went flat out to Melbourne. 12: Mrs Fitz and Daughter having running arguments regarding navigation as I just drove along. 13: Arrived in Glen Waverley, which was wrong, and then tooled the car to Box Hill and arrived sitting down to dinner at 7.45pm. 14: Then came the Sichuan food. Daughter, sitting down first, possessed the menu and wrote down what we wanted, then Wanyi jotted down a few items. 15: then there came The Enlightenment as to why folk like Sichuan Food. We each had our own boiling soup, mine with pork bones and lotus root, and we sat bits of food, abalone, prawn, wagyu beef, pig stomach, and pig vocal chords, pig's blood, tofu skin, cabbage, coriander and whatever that was, into the soup then fished it out and put it in the bowl with the sesame seed oil, the chilli oil, the whatever it was...and we became fixed in passionate composition...3 great white sharks consuming everything in a blizzard of tastes and smells. 16: Then we drove 5 minutes home. 17: Best day Mrs Fitz has had for years, including the nausea. Tianshu was happy. I was happy, though tired of driving. 18: Fell asleep by points of lights through the blind. We don't go out much or often. Incidentally, the Scallop Pies, that used to cost $10 2 years ago now cost $12 each. At $10 2 years ago they were stuffed with fresh salty sea scallops and well worth $15. Now, in 2018, at $12 a pop, they were just as fresh and sea salted, but there were fewer of them in each pie, so worth around $10. 18: Will we go back? Will we venture along the Great Ocean Road again? Nope. Never. At the same time, we had a wondrous day and Wanyi had a great, magnificent and unforgettable birthday. We will look for somewhere else to go to next year, just 2 hours away. My favourite moments: Saying "Wow! Isn't that amazing!?" John exclaims. Looks around, Mrs Fitz and Daughter, studying their phones. 7 hours later...someone says "Wow!"

Another good afternoon shift at work. After 4 days on, a day off together now. Usually, tomorrow, I'd just collapse but instead we 3 are having a day off together and heading off at the crack of 11am to drive along the Great Ocean Road towards Adelaide, I guess, to look at the Great Ocean along the way there... but mostly to find that small pie shop somewhere, in some town we have completely forgotten the name of, that sells fresh sea scallop pies. Best eaten on a cold rainy winter day. $10 dollars each and, unlike everything else here, actually worth more than what they cost. A big mug of tea or coffee. Snacks as we drive along, and Chinese pop songs, then come home, have a rest, and go out at night to a good Sichuan Restaurant in Box Hill, just nearby here, to celebrate Mrs Fitz's birthday which was last month during our Moving House Ourselves Whilst Working Fulltime Phase. I could say it again, Melbourne, here in Victoria, the Deep South of Australia, is a very Hard Town. It hits you in the face with its ridiculous expense, unrelenting unfriendliness, its bizarre aristocracy, its half-arsed false opportunities, its machiavellian pin prick dick head screw your arse to the wall employers and its 'well, go fuck off then' mentality. The weather is atrocious, although, I am not a tropical person genetically, so I kind of like the horror climate. The work is much harder, twice as demanding, and a third less well paid than Queensland or NSW. Services are fewer and more expensive than anywhere I've lived in Australia, including Mareeba even, due to the abortion of all health and human services done by the evil Jeff Kennet years. No wonder the man has profound depression. He deserves it, the cunt. Long may he live and suffer from it. May he never exist beyond blue. But we are here for a good temporal reason and making a go of it, and loving each other, and so, tomorrow, we will enjoy Our rare day together...and They can all, for one day, 'well, go fuck off then'.

Van Morrison - CONEY ISLAND

We have next Tuesday off together, the 3 of us, so that's such a lovely rare thing, happens once or twice a year. The plan for next Tuesday sounds like a good Van Morrison song. 'We'll get up at ten and scratch about, eat something or not, and then climb into the truck and drive 2 hours past the cold city along the Great Ocean Road, and stop for awhile along the beaches and bluffs there where the sea wind comes in all the way from Antarctica, and look about on the shores for nothing in particular, but just to look, have a smoke, and tie our scarves a bit tighter to warm. I will enjoy the driving and the girls will enjoy the views from up high in the Navara. Then we'll find that pie shop in that lost but for memory seaside town and we'll have a small feast of scallop pies, then, with sighs, and some warm coffee, we'll slowly turn about and come driving towards home and go to the Sichuan Restaurant in Box Hill for tea. That's a good day off. Wouldn't it be great if life was like that all the time?'

Night Watch Poem 2018

Night Watch 2018.

He hung out the clothes on the front line, 

& went for a brief walk around the cold dark block.

Coming back, the only way to the front door 

was through the

​translucent ​

washing.

He could see, between the clothes, the simple lights inside the house.

Lights, colours, movement, in the soft palette of a breeze 

held together by

​small wooden ​

pegs.

How easily we are

​made so​

beautiful.

Of the less-cost after shaves I think Tabac is the best. Of the most-cost after shaves Givenchy Gentleman is my favourite. Like Tabac it has that soft background hue of cigar smoke and full ashtrays, and sweat, and in addition, up front is the smell of dirty socks, burnt carpet, kapok rotted by red wine, and the faint redolence of stale semen. Much like an old man's hostel. It amazes me how those French folk got it so right. Olfactory Artistes of the Highest Order.

notes from palliative care book, regarding the narcotics... in the absence of heroin, morphine remains the gold standard for pain relief in terminal illness. Codeine is useless and is a bad drug. Oxycodone is very problematic and far less than effective in pain control than morphine in the terminal phase. Hydromorphone is ok, but you should add some methadone to make it more comprehensive. Fentanyl is ok if you like to see happy hairless rabbits in your room...but as time goes by, the rabbits can change into really awful things. Stick with morphine. First choice. Add some midazolam, a tad of haloperidol, a concomitant subset load of methadone for the bones, and you'll be right as rain. If you need far more than 600mg morphine subcut a day, with the additions of methadone, midaz, and haloperidol, then you may need to flush the body IV for a day and start again as the morphine metabolites, in a dying body, tend to eat each other when the concentrations get too much. have a day off, flush the body IV, then come back next day with 300mg morphine, subcut, 5 haloperidol, 30 midaz, 40 methadone...and then titrate up to the need. You can still be sitting in bed doing your crosswords, but you just won't be in massive pain. the human condition...Its not rocket science. if you haven't got good pain control within 3 days, then the people caring for you really don't care, or don't know what they are doing. You could need up to a gram of morphine a day, plus the other stuff, but usually only if you have let the oncologists and surgeons have done too much harm to your receptors by pointless, heroic (for you) and simply cruel interventions.

No one has ever not died, so it is best to be practical about euthanasia...which simply means having a trump card in the pack dealt...and playing it when you choose to. I don't see it as a right or as a moral thing. It's just a human thing. A day or two afterwards, no one cares anyway. Its up to you. No one has never not died. It is as natural as taking a breath, or not taking a breath for 3 minutes.

girls

Once I was infatuated with this beautiful lady who had a bit of OCD in that she had the cereal boxes in the cupboard lined up in alphabetical order and knew the weight of each box so, when her son came by, she could tell by how he replaced the cereal container which one he had used and by lifting the box could tell how much he ate on a gram level.
I thought, wow, baby, if you and I get together, we could destroy the world.

Doing laundry and just watched a show on TV about young men needing to improve their etiquette to "Maximise Their Personal Brand" in social and interpersonal situations. What? Yes. "Hi, my name is John and I'm a good guy, terms and conditions apply, past performance is not an indicator of future performance; and can I get a drink?.. & you are advised to seek professional advice regarding the overall cost of this exchange..and, as a product, I may contain traces of nuts."

Imagine Christ feeding the minions now in Melbourne, Australia... "Well, I started with a compote of beetroot relish and marjoram jam, topping fresh Tasmanian scallops on a thin slice of locally made sourdough, with a tad of french butter, then some italian seasoned breadsticks and a nice light white wine. I followed this up with some tuna steaks in a redolent sauce of slightly salted saffron and blackcurrant jus, and home made wood oven baked crisps...complemented by a Chateau Tahbilk Marsanne with vanilla after tones and a depth of upper palate sweet and infatuating light peppery resonance...and I left the dessert up to my disciples...and then, when they received the bill, my followers, my true believers, my people, the Jew cunts, with their hipster beards, crucified me, as was to be expected."

John Prine - Fish and Whistle (Lyric Video)

John Prine - Fish and Whistle (Lyric Video)

John Prine - Fish and Whistle (Lyric Video)

John Prine - "Grandpa Was A Carpenter"

As I've noted before, after a few decades of working in palliative care terminal pain control, when in my fifties, I received 2 poor prognoses regarding my life expectancy, one cardiac, one cancer, and so, instead of accepting this, and being a patient, I took off around the world. I ran away. I've never liked hospitals. I spent a lot of money on having fun and not facing up to my own physical reality. I lived in places and did things and met people, none of which I ever would have done without the impetus of life being, for me, quite short. I lived a life far outside and beyond my expectations from being a working class Australian boy of my generation. I came home a decade later to find that I was still alive, as I am today. When working in palliative care as nurse, consultant, adviser and hospice creator I never met one patient in all those decades who ever, ever, didn't die of their illness based upon the usual disease trajectories... except me. I recall I was a nurse consultant in palliative care for awhile looking after folk with a higher cancer count than I had. I expect my continuing survival isn't due to any miracle but rather to the atrocious diagnostic skills of many cardiac and cancer specialists, and to the fact that I have always refused all treatments and still do. One aspirin a day is good. Anyway, this week, at 64 years old, I worked 5 shifts as a clinical nurse in the Ice Addiction Unit, and now have 3 days off. What am I going to do with the days? I think I will take one aspirin and sleep through the first 2 of them, because, wow, I do get tired these days.

If someone doesn't lose 3 or 4 front teeth in an Australian Football game, then, really, what is the point of the game?

True Story. An elderly couple with some dementia lived in a residential estate for folk of their ilk in Townsville, Queensland. They had their old car in their garage and lived a usual life. One day, they were gone. 3 days later they turned up in a small North Queensland town, 300 miles away, had driven up there, and stopped outside a small house in that town. The husband and wife got out and went up to the front door and just walked in, much to the surprise of the young family who lived there. The couple demanded that the family get out of their house. Various services were called in, and it was explained to the couple that, at the moment, the family had no other abode...so the couple let them stay for a few days. Then an aged care nurse and driver were flown up to the town and told the couple that they had a doctor's appointment 'down the road' so, the couple went with them, they drove all the way back to Townsville in the couple's old car, and were put back in their home, and the car was put back in the garage.

Tale from the Holy Land:A man and woman were on a tour of the Holy Land and set off on a walking trek, with guides, and donkeys carrying provisions, up Mt Ararat. All the way the woman was complaining about her sore feet. They got to the summit and the woman was still complaining about her sore feet and so the man went and talked to the guides about what could be done to ease his partner's pain for the journey back down the mountain. He discussed and worked out a good solution. He returned to his partner who was still complaining about her sore feet and was dreading the descent. on and on she went about her complaint and sore feet. He said to her, "Hey, instead of complaining, why don't you just go down on a donkey?" She never spoke to him again.

The wise astronomer/philosopher said to me "I believe we are all, in our own way, stars, all constellations, all galaxies, in the greater reality of the Real Universe." I said "You can't be Sirius!"

One of my old neighbours died last night. He used to play the piano. His funeral service will be low key. I worked for many years on the construction of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. It was riveting. My pal just back from a trip on the famous train journey, the Orient Express. He said it was murder.

I've opted out of the australian national health database mostly because I don't like or believe half of the doctors I've seen and only follow about a third of any advice, if that. I still check my blood pressure once a year, unless I'm really profoundly stressed, and weigh myself once a year, unless I've eaten a lot during the previous 12 months. So far so good. The Ute is going well. Gosh that's a good truck, that Nissan D22. Three years old and still pretty well new...or as new as a kind of Jurassic type vehicle can be.It even has a big garage now to swan around in here. The tray is still full of flattened boxes from the house move and I get rid of a few a week here and there. The townhouse we are inhabiting is better, to me, than the house we lived in, just because the townhouse isnt on the 'convenient' main city tram tracks ...so, it is much quieter, especially at 5am. Also there must be a massive amount of insulation in the roof and even walls because we hear nothing from the neighbours, no screams, no murders etc and usually have to wait for the police to turn up to know that someone has been slain or mutilated in one of the adjoining residences. Melbourne remains a remarkably unfriendly place without any redeeming social value at all, but we are here, so this makes it a better place.

My Advice to My Children: Look, you are adults now. You don't get any money from me. Make your own fortunes, quickly. I am spending the small modicum of money I have on my creativity and travels and basically reckless philosophical living, rather than spending it on yours. Should I become rich through my odd activities, then there will be a lot for you, if I don't then there will be nothing for you but a warm memory of me as a kind man and a good father figure who didn't hit you, who just loved your company as you grew beyond me, finer and wiser as you are. Don't lose faith in my creativity. After all, I made YOU. Mind you, I haven't heard from them for years. They are free of me.

First Draft of Mission Impossible screenplay.... "You're Mission, Mr Phelps, should you decide to accept it..." "You can stop right there, because I don't want to know anything about it, and I don't accept it." "Oh, okay."

son John, palliative care nursing consultant expert, visiting dying unconscious Mum in hospital. She looks comfortable. No cancer, no obvious cause for organ failure. The only certain thing was that she was really 'actively' dying at about 80. Something in the sensorium of the brain went wrong and maybe bled. Who knows? She had a good palliative care physician. I asked him 'What's in the Driver? Morphine 120, Midazolam 20, methadone 10, metoclorpramide 30. You still use the old sub-cut drivers...the Nikkis are better." I suggested "morphine amount sounds right for the visceral pain, the methadone can help with any bone pain at the axon gate, the midazolam is good for retrograde amnesia, but the metoclorpramide is unnecessary and could bring extra pyramidical issues, better just take it out and add a tad of haloperidol 5 to cloud the sensorium for the rough bit of the journey". Love you Mum. Thank you for my life. I am honoured to be your son.

I remember reading a Basho haiku that really inspired me. My girlfriend had Motor Neurone Disease and showed the poem to me. I forget the simplicity of the haiku, word for word, but it was about a wood and rope-bridge in a jungle that swayed noisily in the wind, and when people crossed it. As time went by, the jungle's vines stopped the swaying and the noise. Basho said all that in 3 short lines of art.

Having settled in a bit to new abode, having set up my new writing area on the wooden table near the 1: kitchen, 2: television and 3: toilet (my creative paradigm), I am inspired to submit one of my manuscripts to a respectable publisher. I forget their name, but will find it. They have this system called Friday Pitch where you email in a synopsis and a few pages and, if they want it, they reply. So, with the happy outcome of the Thai boys in the caves of Chiang Rai, I will offer my older kids (12-18) story To Kong Rai! Set in the Golden Triangle...an Australian girl based upon Siobhan, her little brother, based upon Jordan; a Chinese boy based upon a Stereotype, and a young Thai Princess based upon a lovely transexual I met once. It seems to be the timely time for interest in that part of the world. JOHN FITZPATRICK To Kong Rai ! John Fitzpatrick Text: Georgia 13 Point Line Spacing: Double Word Count: 56,000 Writer: John Fitzpatrick Apartment #10A, Samakee Garden 39/12-16 Soi Nichada Thani, Samakee Road, Amphur Pak Kret, Nonthaburi, Kingdom of Thailand 11120 Telephone + 662 5835894 For Ben, Siobhan, Jordan, Letitia, and Jiao Tianshu With thanks to Wang Wan Yi of Shen Yang and John Parker of Abermain Prologue What is “instinct”? ​Zhang Wei​ reached the top stone step and started to climb up into the huge fig tree. He balanced on a flat bough about two metres higher up. Why did large stone steps lead up into this giant tree? It was a strange time to ask himself such a question. A thousand years ago lightning had split this tree straight down the middle. A thousand years before that, the seedling of the tree had pushed its way up through the earth and stones in the very centre, the garden, of the Great ​Arcane ​City of Kong Rai. Now ancient stone steps simply led up into the split of the tree, and stopped there. He looked around at the ruins of the city of Kong Rai. He was at its centre. He was fourteen, almost fifteen, years old. He was a long way from home. He was a long way from Beijing. He should have felt tired by now; but he didn’t. He felt strong and alert. He lifted the archery bow from his shoulder and selected one perfect arrow. He pulled back the bow-string feeling the intense power of the curve. He had the strength for it; easy. A bead of sweat trickled down into his left eye. He blinked it away. From this position in the giant tree within the walled compound he could see the tigers at the Northern Gate. There were two large ones. He aimed the arrow at the largest cat. He was not a hunter but this was simply instinct. He was looking for Jodie. She was a good friend although an unlikely one. Australian girls are weird. After almost a week together, at war with each other, lost in the dangerous Golden Triangle, it only took a second of sunlight in the clear stream pool to change everything. Then there was the rifle shot creasing his shoulder, the sound of the wild dogs coming closer… Jodie had disappeared into the jungle, and he had run into the fields near Kong Rai. What is instinct? He was no hunter, but he knew he was being hunted. He sensed the slightest movement in the tree, just to his left, only one metre away from his face. He was close enough to see the clear drops of crystal venom on the needle sharp fangs of the g ​great snake. Part One To Kong Rai Chapter One Venture Station, Far Northern Australia Venture Station, in Northern Australia, is a Cattle Property owned and operated by the Martin Family: Mr and Mrs Martin, their daughter, Jodie; and their son, Sam, live there. The size of the Venture Station Property is, roughly, the same size as Hainan Island in The People’s Republic of China. Hainan Island is home to about 8.7 million people. Venture Station is home to ​about ​4 people. The very important letter began: ‘Dear Jodie Martin, due to your current world ranking of Seven in the Under 15 Division, you are invited to the World Youth Compound Bow Archery Competition commencing on September 27th this year to be held at the International Sports Stadium in Thailand, in the city of Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit… also known asBangkok.’ “That ​ ​is very, very cool…” Jodie smiled to herself as the old school bus bounced along. “… and they even spelled ‘Martin’ the right way.” “Well, I’m impressed! Good old Krung Thep Tango Jolly Roger Starfish…” Jodie’s little brother Sam muttered as he read the letter over his sister’s shoulder. He was eleven, she was thirteen. “I’m good at archery, Jodie. I’m very good. It’s not all about you. Nothing is all about you. ​ You are nothing.​” Jodie smirked. “You’re okay, Sam. You need to have more arm strength and …and stop trying to hit sparrows… and finches… and crows… and parrots …and doves …and wallabies… and the cat, especially the cat! If you were ​ ​a good archer you would already be in a lot of trouble and the cat would look like an echidna.” “I wouldn’t do that.” Sam imagined it. “It’d be an accident. There would be no evidence…​"​

Detox and Rehab

I had a great afternoon at work with three clients saying goodbye from the successful detox and rehab program and going home tomorrow after some quite harrowing weeks. It was good work, well done.
To me, the lessons are that young clients , experimenting with a variety of substances, will continue to be young and experimental.
The older clients will be a bit more reflective about things.
The thing is that both young and old have shown to themselves that they can get through a detox and rehab program and come out feeling good, stone cold sober. That's a good life lesson for now or for later on, whenever in their lives should ever damage and time become important to them.

Docs on the Job.

Melbourne:

In the walk at dinner time at work around Richmond this evening I was thinking...maybe Richmond would have been a better place to move to than Doncaster...Richmond is closer to the city, everything so convenient, etc...then some lady came walking down the street screaming at the top of her lungs, just screaming, then pausing to light a cigarette, then screaming again...and I thought...well...Doncaster is okay.

On Trump & Brexit: I think the election of Trump and the choice the UK made to leave Europe comes down to simply bad governance that supported only the Great Cities in both countries and brought about the general decimation of anyone's future outside those great cities. People who voted for Trump and for Brexit aren't fools, they are simply people for whom the system of City-State Globalisation hasn't worked. Too many people have suffered for too long, too many peoples lives and futures, and the futures of their kids have been ruined by the systemic neglect of the regions and rural places, all to feed the Great Cities..and so these people respond by voting. When the system is reversed and people in the country are much better off, then there is some hope for a reasonable outcome. Until then, there isn't hope for either country. They have screwed their best, their most, to the wall. The best, the most, don't like that.

PRIVATISATION: Victoria is an interesting state in Australia. Although, for example, ambulance transport is free and paid for through everyone's Federal taxes under the Medicare agreement, nation wide... here in Victoria, a short ride of ten kilometres will cost a homeless, injured, disabled, demented, old, young, person...anyone who isnt privately insured or a paid up member... $1,500, every trip. If not paid on time, the Ambulance Service hands over the account to some very nasty private bill collectors. True. Victoria is, in this way, a real cunt of a state. And...it has a Labor Government. 'Are you okay mate? you look really sick and cold, here I'll call the Ambulance.' 'no, no, don't do that. That's how i got to be like this. Just let me be.'

JELLIS CRAIG Property Managers, DONCASTER VICTORIA: Not the most pro-active property managers in the world. We were living here 2 weeks without electricity because they didn't know the right address of their own property. Its been cold, down to nearly zero and they can't fix the heater...interesting company. Our first experience with a big yet pointless business that can't deliver in Melbourne, the Worlds Most Liveable City..maybe it is if you dont deal with Jellis Craig..

has already cost us thousands of dollars to be very cold every day.

Laurie Anderson - O Superman [Official Music Video]

Who Put the Benzadrine in Mrs Murphys Ovaltine? - Harry "The Hipster" Gi...

Harry Hipster Gibson - Who Put The Benzedrine In Mrs. Murphys Ovaltine (...

Junior Brown - "Surf Medley"

The Shadows ~ Apache

The Shadows ~ Apache

"Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs Murphy's Ovaltine?" ICE isn't new. The Germans used it in WW2 very effectively, and on a grand scale, so that their great soldiers could run 2 marathons in a day and still be eager to fight and kill, and win...and with Ice, and real human bravery, they did win. They were the Blitz in the Krieg. The British and UK governments used ICE in WW2 for pilots and submariners to keep them awake and wanting to kill and win. On ICE the American submariners killed everyone they should have, and shouldn't have, in equally full measure. Let's not talk about Vietnam. Currently, the Australian Air Force uses Ice for our brave pilots in the Middle East in 2018...to keep them on task. Ice isn't new, it's just bad for people. No, it isn't caffeine. Australian Ice is impure and expensive. Chinese Ice is pure and cheaper, and guaranteed pure by the cartels. It is very popular mostly for young women in China wanting to lose weight. Unlike Jenny Craig, it works. I understand why people use it. When nothing else works, ICE works. If you want to get rid of ICE you first need to get rid of a lot of other things that we love and admire about our transient selves, and our transient victories.

"Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs Murphy's Ovaltine?"

ICE isn't new. The Germans used it in WW2 very effectively, and on a grand scale, so that their great soldiers could run 2 marathons in a day and still be eager to fight and kill, and win...and with Ice, and real human bravery, they did win. They were the Blitz in the Krieg.

The British and UK governments used ICE in WW2 for pilots and submariners to keep them awake and wanting to kill and win. On ICE the American submariners killed everyone they should have, and shouldn't have, in equally full measure.

Let's not talk about Vietnam.

Currently, the Australian Air Force uses Ice for our brave pilots in the Middle East in 2018...to keep them on task.

Ice isn't new, it's just bad for people. No, it isn't caffeine.

Australian Ice is impure and expensive. Chinese Ice is pure and cheaper, and guaranteed pure by the cartels. It is very popular mostly for young women in China wanting to lose weight. Unlike Jenny Craig, it works.

I understand why people use it. When nothing else works, ICE works.

If you want to get rid of ICE you first need to get rid of a lot of other things that we love and admire about our transient selves, and our transient victories.

seems like the fiasco in North Asia regarding the USA and North Korea is settling down. Good. Talk is good. North Asia is the hub of the economic wheel on earth for the next 3 centuries. Best talk.

Julian Assange is a remarkable and rare Australian. He tells the truth. Let this be a lesson to our children as to what becomes of truth tellers.

Bob Dylan - When the Deal Goes Down (Video)

Bob Dylan - 'Cross the Green Mountain/ The Trump Epoch

JOHN STEWART Gold

Motorbike Test Pilot. I just went for a quick spin around the block for a test ride. Smart helmet and boots for protection. Unfortunate exhaust note. "I don't want it mate, but, thanks, and, um, I'm sorry about the seat".

I am not sure if Australia can beat Peru tonight. Peru hasn't done well, but nor has Australia. Neither were expected to do well and both have lived up to that expectation. Worth watching just to see Tim Cahill on the field. He actually can score goals from time to time, and, yes, he is a bit of a dickhead, but, well... he's... OUR dickhead. So the head-on clash begins here at Midnight...the Australian Cassowary (primal, defensive, territorial, vicious, & can kill with one kick) pitched against the Peruvian Llama (deceptively cuddly, 4 leg advantage, and can spit in your face a lot). It IS the World Game!

Is Tibetan Buddhism a good thing? Is Paedophilia a good thing? Is PTSD a Good thing?

TELSTRA/or TPG? any Australian folk with info regarding internet and phone companies... does TPG supply a good service product? Is it worth switching from expensive Telstra?

the situation between USA and DPRK is better than it was. That's all that matters. It doesn't matter if DPRK has nuclear weapons the same as it doesn't matter that Pakistan, Israel or the USA has them. As long as they are not seen or heard, there is no problem. I think Trump has done well.

It is refreshing to me, as an old communist, to see the Union flags on top of the big cranes building Melbourne in the second decade of the 21st century. Well done, comrades, you came through, and ensured yourself and your families that you got well paid, when everyone else was weak and buckled under. Well done CFMEU! You have a damn good flag! You've done well.

The B-52's - "Love Shack" (Official Music Video)

Well, North Korea has stopped firing off rockets in response to the cessation of invasion war games on its border. This is a very good thing.

North Korea, like other pariah nations, like Israel and Pakistan, are not going to give up their hard won nuclear weapons...but as long as people dont see them, and, in particular, dont hear them, this is much better for everyone.
Well done Mr Trump and Mr Un.
North Asia, unlike the Middle East, is far too important to everyone on the planet to have war games and firework shows.

The great thing, in the current times, is that North and South Korea are talking. Whether either talks to the USA or China or Russia, doesn't matter at all. As long as Koreans are talking, there will be peace.

You know what keeps China together? No, it is not the Communist Party of China. China is kept together and gets stronger every day, and will so for the next 100 years, due to the intellectual power of Chinese women organising the Chinese family that does not break. Mao tried but couldn't break them. When Mao sought to really break things, he could...but he could never break the strength of Chinese women. The West can't break them. They are here for the long run.

I think one of the considerations regarding launching war anywhere on Northern Asia, especially around Korea, is that half of your enemies are North Asian women. Do you know how fucking smart they are? Do you know that if North Asian women had equal access to world universities, then they would pretty well fill them up based on intellectual merit? Do you really want to go to war with that cohort?

Who in their right mind wants to go to war with North Korea?

On Australia:I see myself as basically just another working class sexagenarian bog irish australian bisexual (retired) kike/fenian literate published author nurse and white nigga. One of my sons is an aboriginal, a couple of my wives have been Australian. I don't like Australia, but I am an Australian.I look at the australian flag and I feel sick. It is just poor artistic design...the lovely stars in the blue sky are fine, but that butt-fuck ugly Union Jack double cross in the upper left sinister corner...thats just visual vomit...thats not my flag. That is not my country. People here deserve better than to have that sassenach filth-shit smeared on their flag. Our children deserve better than that. That flag deserves, at best, spit and burning rather than any salute. And, yes, I have fought in 3 world wars to protect my country, and, yes, I won every single one of those wars. The English are just fine, in their England, and I love them as brothers and sisters, but don't deface my australian flag of stars. Pollute your own society with your own flag and values. That's fine, as you slide down. But don't pollute this great southern land. 200 years is enough.

Hello from Melbourne, Australia.

The World Cup...Russia...2018. Without Italy and the Netherlands making the cut, Germany to win, and win easily. Brazil to come second. Any views on that?

from the blog : People usually dont get the importance of Korea. It's importance is due to where it is...the most desired location on earth...the most volatile location on earth...the most and only likely place there could ever commence a world war. North Asia is the world's trade hub and centre for everyone. No one really cares about the Middle East, no one really cares about Jews and Arabs anymore. That's not where the future is. If peace in the Middle East was important, it would have happened years ago. Lets talk about where peace is essential for the whole world: KOREA...the pivot of the world economy for the next 100 years. The meeting point of the tectonic plates where the future of Korea, China, Russia, Japan and the USA all push against each other. The best thing for Korea to do would be, North and South, to work out a peace for their own country without involving, especially, the USA, which lives a long way away, and importantly excluding Japan who North and South equally both despise for very good reasons. The Americans shouldn't be involved at all because they don't 'do' peace, and they just should go home to protect America. China and Russia are neighbours and need to be in the talks, but no one else should be in the talks if the talks are to lead to peace. I dont think it is important that North Korea de-nuclearises, and I dont think South Korea cares about that either. South Korea , like North Korea, just wants to be KOREA, one nation. Nuclear defence for both. I think that would be best for Korea and for world peace and for world development.

from the blog : People usually dont get the importance of Korea. It's importance is due to where it is...the most desired location on earth...the most volatile location on earth...the most and only likely place there could ever commence a world war. North Asia is the world's trade hub and centre for everyone. No one really cares about the Middle East, no one really cares about Jews and Arabs anymore. That's not where the future is. If peace in the Middle East was important, it would have happened years ago. Lets talk about where peace is essential for the whole world: KOREA...the pivot of the world economy for the next 100 years. The meeting point of the tectonic plates where the future of Korea, China, Russia, Japan and the USA all push against each other. The best thing for Korea to do would be, North and South, to work out a peace for their own country without involving, especially, the USA, which lives a long way away, and importantly excluding Japan who North and South equally both despise for very good reasons. The Americans shouldn't be involved at all because they don't 'do' peace, and they just should go home to protect America. China and Russia are neighbours and need to be in the talks, but no one else should be in the talks if the talks are to lead to peace. I dont think it is important that North Korea de-nuclearises, and I dont think South Korea cares about that either. South Korea , like North Korea, just wants to be KOREA, one nation. Nuclear defence for both. I think that would be best for Korea and for world peace and for world development.

as things on the korean peninsula warm up now, the blog will be mostly about that....and the World Cup in Russia.

Football, sometimes called Soccer is a great game. You don't need great players to field a great team. You need a paranoid dramatic goalkeeper, you need a stoic central sweeper connecting defence with counter-attack, and you need one lazy narcissistic striker who just hangs around and doesn't run much, and is just a simple and observant predator. The rest of the players just connect with those 3. Any team with those characteristics is a very fierce team indeed.

As for the Hellenic Republic....I'm sure if you don't pay your staff, screw them to the wall, etc you can do great things as a chef and as an international culinary artist. Naah. Not for me. I would get awful indigestion from that degustation. After all, it is just something too expensive to eat. I lived in paris, years ago, and, true, it was cheaper to eat money than to dine in the certain restaurants, and it is a shame to see this same thing here in melbourne. Not only that it is cheaper to eat money, but, the cunt who runs the place is such a respected doyen of the Eating Class simply because he does screw his workers. Appalling. This is not Australia. George Colombaris: "Im so sorry I am a violent and aggressive narcissist, please love me, come to my restaurants"....no. In general I have enormous respect for people who fail at being human, because they did at least once try, but, as for George Colombaris, ....naaah. Eat yourself George.

Friend of Mrs Fitz, Spanish world scholar, arriving tomorrow. We've chosen for the 4 of us to go to restaurant Hellenic Republic, in Kew, Victoria, owned by an apparently famous international chef who reportedly bastardly underpays and bullies and screws his youthful staff...and bashes opposing football fans...George Colombaris. An elegant Greek Cuisine, apparently. I will review it. I will forward a copy to George Pell. Like Show More Reactions Comment Share Comments John Arthur Fitzpatrick John Arthur Fitzpatrick on 2nd thoughts, naah. Manage LikeShow More Reactions · Reply · 24m John Arthur Fitzpatrick John Arthur Fitzpatrick cancelled...booked local Yannis instead. Manage

Fish oil...doesn't work. Glucosamine...doesn't work. Vitamins, apart from B & D, don't work. As the CEO of Blackmores Labs noted...well, its not about that, it isnt about science, it is about...lifestyle. I have a life but I must admit I have never actually had a lifestyle. I'm not sure what a lifestyle actually is. I guess it is much like the Fashion of a life. Fashion, as described 500 years ago, is the ability to seem to be, rather than to be.

favourite gear/Favourite pants: Australian RM Williams black jeans made in China 2017. Favourite Jackets: China Pig leather, 2nd hand, from op shop. Camel spring and rain jacket, made in Thailand, 2012. Underpants: Rivers, Australia, made in China, circa 2010. Shoes: 1st: Caterpillar brown boots. Made in China, 2015. 2nd: Doc Martens, England, 2014. Shirts: Camel Brand long sleeve shirt, yellow, Thailand, 2013. Excellent quality. Good value. Like Comment Share Comments John Arthur Fitzpatrick Write a comment... John Arthur Fitzpatrick 19 mins · What are the Most Amazing household items you have bought in the last ten years? The Simpson 5.5kg Simple Wash washing machine, $450 in 2013. Family of 3, all OCD. Brilliant machine. The Changhong 30" Non smart TV bought $370 in 2011. Perfect. The Nissan Navara 2015 D22 dual cab 4x4 ute. $28,990. Still so very good and simple. Trouble free. Cheap to drive and maintain. Review in ten years. The second Hand ex government Apple 21.5" iMac bought 2015, $700, made circa 2013. Brilliant. The big Samsung Fridge, 2015. $900, On special. Chilled. See what its like in 5 years. The Samsung 8" tablet, $180, 2015...still great, and it actually has a phone in it too. The small $90 LG microwave...still cooking up a storm every day from 2012. The Japanese Pilot clear plastic fountain pen, and a bottle of ink...$45 all up...brilliant for 3 years now, writing every single day.

Favourite pants: Australian RM Williams black jeans made in China 2017.
Favourite Jackets: China Pig leather, 2nd hand, from op shop. Camel spring and rain jacket, made in Thailand, 2012.
Underpants: Rivers, Australia, made in China, circa 2010.
Shoes: 1st: Caterpillar brown boots. Made in China, 2015. 2nd: Doc Martens, England, 2014.
Shirts: Camel Brand long sleeve shirt, yellow, Thailand, 2013.
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What are the Most Amazing household items you have bought in the last ten years?
The Simpson 5.5kg Simple Wash washing machine, $450 in 2013. Family of 3, all OCD. Brilliant machine.
The Changhong 30" Non smart TV bought $370 in 2011. Perfect.
The Nissan Navara 2015 D22 dual cab 4x4 ute. $28,990. Still so very good and simple. Trouble free. Cheap to drive and maintain. Review in ten years.
The second Hand ex government Apple 21.5" iMac bought 2015, $700, made circa 2013. Brilliant.
The big Samsung Fridge, 2015. $900, On special. Chilled. See what its like in 5 years.
The Samsung 8" tablet, $180, 2015...still great, and it actually has a phone in it too.
The small $90 LG microwave...still cooking up a storm every day from 2012.
The Japanese Pilot clear plastic fountain pen, and a bottle of ink...$45 all up...brilliant for 3 years now, writing every single day.

AUSTRALIA:Australia is a funny country...people at 40 strive to get a Gold Card having served in the Army, to make their lives easier when medical care is free anyway. People at 20 strive to get a Disability Pension so they don't have to ever deal with people like me...and all I am is a nice guy. Australia is, and has always been, a funny country. We are independent and yet the Queen of England is our head state. On every coin of ours, there she is. If that isn't hilarious, I don't know what is. If that doesn't devalue the country, and the people of Australia, I don't know what does.

Melbourne

Melbourne has been hard. It is ridiculously expensive and the pay is significantly less for nurses than in Queensland...and the work is far harder....and hardly anyone is in a union, so you are just basically fucked n comparison.

This is not an easy town. If you have no formal recognised qualifications, they fuck you into the ground and pay $8 an hour. That's normal. $8 an hour is normal. No continuity. No superannuation, no sick pay, no holidays no overtime pay no penalties...and $8 an hour... If you have formal skills, they fuck you a bit less.

The weather is weird but better than Cairns. After a year of working our guts out as middle aged/old people not flush with millions..or with anything much....this is a hard town...the hardest ive known in my 64 years in Australia....and you do really need a good reason to establish something, but we are on the slow mend now.

Still no point to buying a house or even a flat here...but still, as retirement beckons, towns like Ballarat look just fine in comparison to both Melbourne or Cairns, price wise...

As for Melbourne being the worlds most liveable city...it just isnt. Thats a fucking lie. In many ways it is an unwelcoming and aweful dump. IT is a relatively big city of 4 million that fails its own people, every day, and enjoys and profits by screwing its own people, every day. This is true.

In its way it is much like Sydney. When Australian cities get big they become much less like places for people to live in , and more like infections.

But we, my family, have stuck to the task at hand.

We are amazing.

Move to Melbourne from the provinces ?

Yes, it can be done. But when you have done that, when your reasons for being there have passed, move away.

as i mentioned to my patient, the meaning of life has nothing to do with what you remember, because that doesn't exist anymore. The meaning of life is getting out of bed and enjoying the garden. Mind you, you don't have to. It is a reasonable garden, but it is nothing special. No one has actually leant anything about life on earth, apart from knowing we are born, live, and die, by living their life. The rest is advertising. The great and meaningful thing in life is to know that. And, occasionally, it is fun to say things that you haven't said before, rather than regurgitating the crap of others.

Within 20 years , whatever we say on facebook etc, will never be able to be seen or known... for in that future time, just down the road, we will not have the technology to remember any of us.

hard to beat. Bryan Ferry - Let's Stick Together [Official]

Magnificent song about the real living of the USA, as it really is. Tearing itself apart. It needs to do that. The progression from human adolescence to being a real grown up is painful, as we know. Thats just how America is...struggling to come to terms with itself, oh, so many hormones, working out if it really wants to solve its own abiding problems. Hard times for America. Necessary, obviously, but still hard. Good luck with yourselves...come back to us when you have worked yourselves out. Take a hundred years. You won't be missed. Your development as a civilisation is all about you. Leave us alone until you've done that. We will be just fine without you. We will welcome that new you in a hundred years. We may even throw a party to welcome you back to the real world.

Australian Politics:these are my people...hmmm. These are/were our national leaders...the elected folk of 24 million people...for fucks sake...Mother, I'm rooted. They make even Bill Shorten look ok, and that's no easy task. He may be a bully, when it comes to girls in pie shops not realising how magnificent he is...but at least ...well...at least he isn't one of those 2. As a supporter of Australian Labor all I can really say about Bill Shorten is...well, yes, he is a fuckwit...but he's OUR fuckwit. I dont think you can hope for more than that in Australian politics. Its a shallow muddy puddle. Its not a deep pool of talent we are talking about.

Tony Joe White : Rainy Night In Georgia

As tears go by Mick Jagger & Marianne Faithfull

Leonard Cohen- You Want It Darker [Music Video]

Bob Dylan - Cold Irons Bound (Live Video)/the master of the form, absolute control.

Fiona Apple - Across The Universe

/Once again, this remarkable Stalker Song, by Elvis Costello, and dramatically perfected by Fiona Apple. Wow. Her eyes. Her sidling predatory stance. "You've had your fun, you don't get well no more. I want you." Apple & Elvis Costello - I Want You (español)

The Church - Under The Milky Way

GANGgajang - Sounds Of Then (This Is Australia)

JJ Cale - Magnolia/ his best song by my reckoning

Van Morrison "Common One" (Live)

Van Morrison That's Entrainment BBC Four Sessions HD

Walking around in Kew, Victoria, today and noticed the PALESTINE war memorial, for all the great young Australian soldiers who died to maintain the free existence of Palestine. All that young blood for that grand cause. Sometimes, time just goes by, but sometimes, it doesn't.

Goodnight from Melbourne. Things will, and do, most likely, work out just fine. Life’s a gift, mostly. We like to think its a bit more, or a bit less, but its pretty much all as it is...pretty much.

Mental Health: "John, can I talk with you? I have some issues I wish to discuss, I've been really upset". 5 minutes in..."Gosh, John, I'm feeling so tired now, but I feel better. I just want to sleep now." "That's just fine, you're welcome. I have that effect upon all women. What can say? It's a gift..."

Today, The Communist Party of China has proposed that the Constitution should be deleted of the one line that limits a President to 2 consecutive terms...and as it would be very much impossible for any such proposal to be rejected, Mr Xie (aka Grandpa Xie) will most likely be President and Chairman of China long after Mr Putin and Mr Trump are long gone from the scenes. Continuity. Stability.

Sam Cooke - A Change Is Gonna Come (Official Lyric Video)

Sam Cooke - A Change Is Gonna Come (Official Lyric Video)

Bob Dylan - Cold Irons Bound (Live Video)

Van Morrison - Listen to the Lion (full version)

Van Morrison - Alan Watts Blues(HQ/HD - original + lyrics)

BB King & Van Morrison - If You Love Me

Van Morrison - Slim Slow Slider / I Start Breaking Down (live at the Hol...

Van Morrison - Astral Weeks / I Believe I've Transcended (live at the Ho...

NURSING: It doesn't matter how fantastic you are or how good you are, every now and then someone, because they are who THEY are, will subvert you, attack your reputation , and seek to annihilate you. I think this is just Nursing, as it is. It is a history of 'horizontal violence' from when nursing began, and it doesn't ever change. Mind you, I would never ever do that to anyone because I have a certain standard of personal ethics...but I do have a list of those who have done it to me, if you'd like to see it.

Noting the stepping down of Deputy Prime Minister Barnaby Joyce for basically rooting/rorting the system more than anything else. Good. You can't give your girlfriend a high paying job that doesn't exist...then give her a good severance package​ to leave it​. I wonder if anyone will ever ask her for the money back. I doubt it. It is not about the money, except...it is about the money. It's called corruption...but politicians and public servants in Australia are never expected to pay back the money. They just step down. Easy money. A country can run pretty well without a Deputy Prime Minister, and indeed a Prime Minister, and, indeed, an actual government, for many years without anyone noticing. That's reality. In fact, it usually runs much better, and more economically, that way.

John Prine - A Message from Bill Murray

Comparisons: Melbourne and Cairns Rent in Melbourne is double what it is in Cairns, in general. Pay, per hour nursing, is less. Food in Melbourne is cheaper, unless you eat out. then the cost goes up dramatically. Cars: Melbourne driving costs are higher for Registration and the Tollways cost a fair bit over a month if you need them. Apart from the highways and tollways the roads in Melbourne are a bit choppy due to the trams and their infrastructure. Utilities: Gas is reasonably priced in Melbourne so if you don't need a huge fire or heat in the winter, and don't shower every 3 hours, or cook every hour, then its better. You need big heat for about 2 months. Electricity is cheaper than Cairns and you don't need air conditioners much at all, or only rarely, because most of the houses are brick and tend towards being cold rather than hot by nature. House Buying: In Melbourne this is a bit silly. a Cairns $400,000 house around here would cost about $2million but in Ballarat or the outer West,the cost would be about the same as Cairns. Public Transport: Is very good in Melbourne, bus, train and tram...but it only takes one road accident or crossing accident, or train computer glitch, to stuff things up for half a day. Lifestyle: Melbourne is great if you don't have to work or go far to work, otherwise the travelling time eats well into living time. Police: Police are great. Very risk averse when dealing with felons and mad folk, very good, very good indeed. Ambulance: You have to pay for it here, it isnt covered under the Federal State Medicare agreement as it is in Queensland. Quite a primitive system of joining up or having private insurance. Very primitive. Summary: Cairns has its virtues, as does Melbourne. To start up here in Melbourne, without $2million in the bank, well, you can't really own a house, per se, or you live so far out of Melbourne that it is not Melbourne. For those young and making sufficient wages in the tropics, it would be silly to move to Melbourne.

My dad, the financial adviser's, advice in 1968. "save your money, save your pay and verily, you will be rich, oneday... and don't go down to banks today. Share your trust with those you love, they are not bankers, hand in glove. Don't believe who says you must invest your life in those you trust. bankers are just unmade men...and these are greedy made un-wholly men who profit by the now and then and it makes them fat and bad and then and...well...it is really bad for them. it is your work it is your pay have nothing to do with banks today."

My dad, the financial adviser's, advice in 1968.
"save your money, save your pay
and verily, you will be rich, oneday...
and don't go down to banks today.
Share your trust with those you love,
they are not bankers, hand in glove.
Don't believe who says you must
invest your life in those you trust.
bankers are
just unmade men...and
these are greedy made un-wholly men
who profit by the now and then
and it makes them fat and bad and then
and...well...it is really bad for them.
it is your work
it is your pay
have nothing to do
with banks today."

be of good cheer all those who fear who find the future to be mined and break to war for no good reason's sake. it is those who bend who win the end.

NURSING HANDOVER:Nursing Hand Over. "I'm sorry, but the nurses are having hand-over now, so your requirements may need to wait for a little while. I would suggest to you that it is not a wise thing to do, to disturb the coven in the midst of their various incantations. Many beings, over the eons, by seeking to do so, have been, unfortunately, smote to their very ruin."

Lots of advertisements from Australia's Special Police, lately, noting civilian vigilance as ​being ​critically important. Ads with ​cute ​little boats with Huge red flags on them, and gaunt ​rock ​fishermen phoning in​ their deepest​ ​strangest ​suspicions​ about little boats with Huge red flags on them​. Must be a snap federal election in the wind. Ssssh.

Important Weather/Australia:Weather Prediction Specialist Teams reviewing new high tech weather algorithms from satellites and edge-of-space high velocity jets have noted that the expected Autumn Period for Melbourne will be, in general, Autumnal in nature.

Talking with patient, a brilliant OCD eye surgeon who tried to commit Japanese ritual suicide, with a big sword, although he was born in Sydney. He failed. I said 'well, Seppuku, is, like the many severe arts of Shinto Nippon, a true art where the self is forgotten, obliterated by real pain' . 'The driving meaning of seppuku is that the death should be much more thought about and more ritualised, and mistake-proofed, than the whole life. It must be much more painful and much more horrific than anything ever experienced in life, or otherwise, the death serves no purpose in terms of the quite honourable value system. it must be excruciatingly painful, and it must take a fairly long time, to have meaning. 'If you fail at Seppuku, it is probably because you are some Westerner who, by failing Seppuku death, achieves a normal life afterwards. It is a personal trial. 'To fail at Sepukku is quite honourable, in the way we see life. To succeed at Sepukku, well, if we did that, we would all be up there with the True Saints of Shinto. This is why we need to honour them, rather than seek to impersonate them. 'One of the most important things with ritual Sepukku, is to make absolutely sure, that whilst you are disembowelling yourself causing you horrific pain, with one hand guiding the bright sword, the other hand must be useful to you in covering up your body with a blanket or mat so that you do not traumatise the person who must find you. This is simple human respect. We are not here to traumatise those we leave behind. Seppuku is not for everyone. To fail at Seppuku is basically good for us. Imagine just how evil it is for buddhists monks to set fire to themselves in a public spectacle...I mean, just all the poor people who must see it...witness it...traumatised for the rest of their lives...and the poor bastards who have to clean it all up and wash down the street afterwards...paid less than minimal wages to have to do that...where is the human self-respect in that kind of death? Where is the human respect for others in that? I'm not into buddhism at all, you know, but I do respect Seppuku, and I do respect Shinto...it's just not for everyone...but I still know what it is and what it means...and I respect that. I respect our human condition. Of course, it's all too much sometimes to bear. It always has been. Lesson from Old Pain Control Palliation and Mental Health Nurse John Katana Fitz.

Because there are about 8 billion people talking right now, I think it's important to say what you need to say in as few

Happy New Year! Jaiyo! More Fuel!...and Happy New Year to Cardinal James Pell.

Happy New Year to Cardinal James Pell. 

May the Year of the Dog be a Hound to your Fox.

Personally, I do believe in the eternal existence of Jesus Christ on a metaphysical and deeply personal level, I do, but I don't count myself as a Christian. I live by a few Christian values, but certainly not all of them, because a lot of them are pure rubbish. I don't think God is a Christian, or a Buddha, or an Allah, or a Yahweh. I think that by choosing to believe in some deity we do, in some way, approach a greater reality. I do believe in a greater reality, one that is far too magnificent and complex for me to ever understand at all or in any way...but I do approach it all with an open mind and some good qualities, from the stars above, to the taps we make with our shoes dancing homewards on the crooked concrete of the town.

It seems it is ok for large Australian companies not to pay tax. It seems it is ok for Casino owners such as James Packer to give large gifts (with benefits) to the Prime Minister of Israel without it affecting their status as a good enough character to hold a casino licence in Australia. Interesting set of lofty Australian Values we wish to instil in and demand from new citizens.

You can't expect to be in an Israeli fighter jet, flying over Syria, which isn't your own country, and just somehow expect that no one is going to shoot you down. That's just silly. National Borders of Sovereign States are, in fact, Real Borders...and they Mean Something...and for Good Reason. That is not your piece of sky, dickhead. We are not talking the Big Picture here, Buy yourself a fucking atlas.

KOREA KOREA THERE IS ONLY ONE KOREA. It is excellent to see the beginnings of a kind of friendship between the brothers and sisters of North Korea Province and South Korea Province. There is only one Korea. Only Koreans will resolve this issue between kinfolk and they will only resolve it by talking with each other and occasionally scrapping with each other, as is the traditional method of dispute resolution in Korea from time immemorial...and without any interference at all from the usual knuckle-dragging mega-death fuckwits of the USA, or little, very scared, quasimodo-like, Japan. There was only one Korea, there is only one Korea. This is the job of all Koreans. I wish them well. Greater problems on earth have been solved, with a bit of argy-bargy, and they are an industrious and bright bunch of people, and, importantly, kinfolk. Neither are Americans, neither are Chinese or Russians. They are Koreans. There is one Korea. Korea will work this out. Eventually America will go home and do what it does best, in America, their own country. Americans have problems also, and only they can work them out.

Israeli F-16 fighter jet shot down by Syrian anti-aircraft fire/Well Done! Should be more of it!

FISH OIL AND KRILL CAPSULES One of the great things about the plethora of ridiculous and pointless useless and unproven health food supplements is that some can actually serve a real purpose. If one is going fishing, take some Krill /Fish Oil capsules with you. When baiting the line, insert the hook through the Fish Oil/Krill capsule carefully. Then apply the usual bait, a bit of prawn or squid... whatever. Then cast the line. The thing is that the Krill/Fish oil slowly leaks into the surrounding water, and if you initially hook it carefully, it Very Slowly leaks...thus providing a damn good local attractant for the fishes near by. They will come for the smell, then see the bait...and they feel hungry. It works. One capsule will provide enough fish smell for about 15 minutes. It also improves the fishes' cardiovascular systems (in healthy fish with normal blood pressure only... and may assist support and enhance, with general cardiovascular health and wellbeing, both the fish and, indeed, the fisherman... when they pan fry the fish with fresh butter and chives).

Bicycle Chain Maintenance for those who enjoy a mild Obsessive Compulsive Syndrome on a Sunny Afternoon, the syndrome being caused by some fuckwit not smoking for 3 months. Yeah, that's that was great fucking advice. 1: Two days before, wash down the bicycles with water from a hose. 2: Leave the bicycles in the afternoon sunshine. 3. One day before, spray WD40 onto the chains and sprockets. (WD40 has limited application but what it does do well is replace the grime for a day or two) 4: On the day, Wash the bicycles down again. 5: Draw up 3 mls of fresh engine oil in a good 5 ml syringe with a 19 gauge drawing up needle. (You need 3mls for each bike chain) 6: Take off the drawing up needle. 7: Apply the engine oil to the chains, drop by drop. You don't need to worry about the sprockets because the oil will find them. 8: Leave bikes in the sun for a few hours. You should not get 1 drop of oil dropping from the chains this way, so it is very economical and environmentally sound and you don't have to spend $30 buying aerosol hydrocarbon chain lubricant from an Enthusiast's bike shop...which only lasts til the next rainfall anyway, or for as long as it takes some bastard wearing lycra to shave their legs in front of a mirror. If you don't have any spare fresh engine oil around the place then 9mls of injectable clonazepam, or clozapine, will do as they have an oily base. Be sure to return the drawing up needle and syringe to your local hospital for immediate re-use.

insouciance...now there's a word. I'd like to know the meaning of it but, at the same time, I have a casual indifference to finding out what it means.

Laurie Anderson - O Superman [Official Music Video]

Icehouse - Hey Little Girl (Official Video)

Chain Gang - Sam Cooke

Cold Chisel - Khe Sanh [Official Lyric Video]

Russell Coight Reminiscing (All Aussie Adventures)

Russell Coight - Outback Bathing

Russell Coight Marking Territory (All Aussie Adventures)

Russell Coight Marking Territory (All Aussie Adventures)

This Is Australia - Great Southern Land

The Church - Under The Milky Way

Divinyls ~ Boys In Town (Full Screen) Happy Australia Day

Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu - Bapa

Goodbye from me, I hope you have enjoyed the posts.

Poem. Ambition. In and out the hours, the bucket or the flowers.

it is in our nature to be good. this is why when people treat people badly, that we don't like it. It makes us sick. how can you put refugees on an island and imprison them for many years just for wanting a decent life like we have? How can you make sense of that? it is not in our nature to always be afraid, although this is what our governments would prefer, to manage us more easily. We do need to work out how easily managed we wish to be. if we elect people, it is their job to do hard things to make sure everyone is okay. that is their job. If they don't have the capacity or the desire to do good, then we are well rid of them. if we are to survive as a society, we must do good. If we dont do good, we are not ourselves, and this is not our proud nation or our society at all.

I think that in the great debate regarding the various discriminations of sex and race and all the other things, eventually, the world will resolve all these issues into the simple ongoing battle between rich and poor...as this has always been the only real human discrimination that amounts to anything...and we are not half there yet to working out what to do about it. Eventually, the poor will show us the way. The rich have always depended upon the poor to make a profit, whereas the poor have no dependence upon the rich ever or at all. if there is to be a revolution, and I think there will be, it will not be launched by the well to do...and the well to do, folk just like you and me, won't like it at all.

Starting page of Red Pack Bang/ Crime Fiction/ The Therapy Session. David Cross sat with his new psychotherapist. His first and last psychotherapist. "I have been told by my associates that I need your help, Professor Lau." "Go on...please, call me Lewis." The analyst relaxed back in his green leather chair. "David Cross, Doctor David Cross...I'll call you David...please continue." "It's the tiles, Professor Lau, the tiles. I don't like Tuscany. I get Terra Cotta Nervosa. The whole of Tuscany, it is just so settled, so kindly rustic and human, so...almost idyllic. It's too much. I just wish to drop a large bomb on it from the edge of space. I have a large bomb, you see. My associates and I have quite a number of large bombs at our disposal." "I see. Please, continue. What kind of work are you and your associates involved with?" "My associates and I own a small trading company called Ottawa X. We use this as a front for, well, basically, murdering people for profit. My current job is paid for by your wife. It is my job to kill you but I thought I would start by introducing myself to you; as we are medical colleagues." Professor Lau put down his notepad and pencil. Dr David Cross put down Professor Lau with the pencil. The sharpened HB pencil entered Lewis Lau's throat and went straight up into his brain. Pop! The shocked expression was expected. "It's the tiles, Lewis, the earthy red brown tiles, I just don't like Tuscany. It's creepy".