Tuesday, 19 February 2019

It wasn't long ago that private company British medical researchers were hanging out, salivating at the opportunity, waiting for British soldiers to be profoundly injured in Iraq so they could research the use of their new artificial blood products...but it never happened. Sigh. the Iraqis just put their guns in a shed and went home. How can you destroy people like that and at the same time create new medical technologies? The Iraqis...what bastards. Bomb them again. And again. Still, they just went home. What kind of evil enemy is that? We depended on them killing a lot of us so we could make good medicines for the rest of us. What kind of bastards are they?


Australia...Every few repetitive years its always the same...as if no one knows anything...Western politics...its not that hard, is it? A binary system...there are the Right who think that the Individual is most important. There is the Left who think that the collective is most important. For a generally good existence, then you just find the middle place. You know that even the people you give power to aren't the brightest folk in the bunch, not the sharpest shovels in the shed. For Australia, running up to the next elections, Bill Shorten of the Labor party isn't the sharpest shovel for sure...but look at the present Government...what are they?... Scott Morrison, Peter Dutton, who are these people except shit to be shovelled out anyway? Not because they are great Individualists denied their heavenly right to be important, but just because they are a corrupt and appalling government of fucknuckle wanking dickheads who only do us harm. Its not rocket science. If you are an Australian and work for a living, you can't afford the Liberal Party selling everything out as they always do, trying to destroy social progress every day. you can't afford being short changed and fucked in the arse just because you are a decent human being.


Thursday, 24 January 2019

World Travel used to be, for me, about going somewhere and living there for awhile. It has never been about having a holiday and staying in a nice hotel and looking at stuff on any tour. My travels were about living somewhere else for a medium or long time, going slowly broke, and with heart mind and soul looking out at things. Learning. Being, walking about. So my journeys have been less frequent than those of many Aussie holiday makers around the world, for sure, but having a holiday wasn't really the point. If one is fortunate to be born in Australia and saved a bit, then one doesn't need holidays in exotic places...but rather it is better to actually live there. The hotel I liked most was a 2 star hotel in the Italian Quarter in Paris, mostly because of the lazy big breakfasts, the bowls of warm coffee, the bread, and sharing the tiny lift with an emotional naked large breasted girl who had been thrown out of her room by her beau, and getting to know her, and help her. I gave her my leather jacket...partly because she was cold, but mostly because, naked, she looked so good in it. Much better than I ever looked. Still, I remember the warm bowls of coffee most.


Did you ever notice that just after the Malaysian plane was knocked out of the sky over the South China Sea, that, almost the next day, the PM of Malaysia received a gift of $800,000,000 from the Saudi Royal Family, even though he didn't know them that well, but still, a nice gift is a nice gift...and that the day after that, Mr Obama arrived in Malaysia to offer them a really big favourable military weapons and trade grant? It was on that day that the PM of Malaysia, having studied the data about the plane going missing, noted that the plane had, um, changed directions entirely, for no reason at all, and went to crash itself far away, far far away, thousands of miles away in the sea, where no one was looking.