One more afternoon work shift to go, that will make it 5 in a row. That's more than enough. Then 3 days off. Off to the doctors on Wednesday as they wish to tell me the results of an abdominal ultrasound. Liver damage? Perhaps. I probably deserve it. It's just what I've always wanted. I guess it was that 1953 vintage Penfolds Grange Hermitage wine my brother Bob bought for me when I turned 21, in 1974, and, rather than investing the money in the stock market, or hiding the bottle away in the vast cellarin Narrabeen, we just drank it together. That was a nice bottle of red. Have I had better? Nope. If you have had the really good gear once, then, why do you have to ever do that again? If so, that'll make 2019 quite a year...the 3rd heart attack, glaucoma, mental health stuff, and...liver disease. Whoopee! Oh good! We Senior Baby Boomers have sure got some fucking bounce to us! And, still smoking. Kind of proud of that now. I Still haven't resorted to wearing the polyester pants up high above my belly button, with a plastic belt, teamed with a polyester shirt, dank green cardigan and New Balance comfort running shoes...and just spending all my time at the doctors or the RSL and voting for the conservative cunts... but I might, should I ever get out of wearing my pyjamas and slippers everywhere. The post-war Baby Boomers generation was pretty amazing...we elected Australia's only ever socialist government that created Medicare, free University Education, financial support for single mums, anti discrimination legislation, strong environmental agencies, good immigration policies, and strong unions that brought great wage growth and work permanency etc for many decades...and that Government of Mr Whitlam's did all that in only ....2 years in power. It's been downhill since for a long time now. Imagine Woolworths not paying people fairly...really...Woolworths...all the wage theft, the whole gig-economy is simply wage theft...and no one is even really upset about it. People are more upset now about someone else eating a chicken wing...and people go crazy and decompensate if there's a black out for an hour...oh my god... not judging, just noticing. Off to make some toast and tea, it being midnight. Might journey out at 3am and DJ a non-binary co-op anti-fascist rave, in my Vegan Doc Martens, snort crack brown brown with gunpowder, and sit on the stoop wit my homies, Raphael, Lenny and that other kid, Leroy, and blow some smoke, drop a few bricks, lick some hoes, and bust some caps in skinny white cops asses, yo. Respect. 21st Century Australia...its Culture: You dissin' me, you old white cunt? Well, now that you mention it...let me think... hmmmm...yes, I am dissin' you...and, I might add, I am uncomfortable with the term 'hero', if you don't mind.

One more afternoon work shift to go, that will make it 5 in a row.
That's more than enough.
Then 3 days off.
Off to the doctors on Wednesday as they wish to tell me the results of an abdominal ultrasound. Liver damage? Perhaps. I probably deserve it. It's just what I've always wanted. I guess it was that 1953 vintage Penfolds Grange Hermitage wine my brother Bob bought for me when I turned 21, in 1974, and, rather than investing the money in the stock market, or hiding the bottle away in the vast cellarin Narrabeen, we just drank it together. That was a nice bottle of red. Have I had better? Nope. If you have had the really good gear once, then, why do you have to ever do that again?
If so, that'll make 2019 quite a year...the 3rd heart attack, glaucoma, mental health stuff, and...liver disease. Whoopee!
Oh good! We Senior Baby Boomers have sure got some fucking bounce to us!
And, still smoking.
Kind of proud of that now.
I Still haven't resorted to wearing the polyester pants up high above my belly button, with a plastic belt, teamed with a polyester shirt, dank green cardigan and New Balance comfort running shoes...and just spending all my time at the doctors or the RSL and voting for the conservative cunts... but I might, should I ever get out of wearing my pyjamas and slippers everywhere.
The post-war Baby Boomers generation was pretty amazing...we elected Australia's only ever socialist government that created Medicare, free University Education, financial support for single mums, anti discrimination legislation, strong environmental agencies, good immigration policies, and strong unions that brought great wage growth and work permanency etc for many decades...and that Government of Mr Whitlam's did all that in only ....2 years in power. It's been downhill since for a long time now. Imagine Woolworths not paying people fairly...really...Woolworths...all the wage theft, the whole gig-economy is simply wage theft...and no one is even really upset about it. People are more upset now about someone else eating a chicken wing...and people go crazy and decompensate if there's a black out for an hour...oh my god... not judging, just noticing.
Off to make some toast and tea, it being midnight.
Might journey out at 3am and DJ a non-binary co-op anti-fascist rave, in my Vegan Doc Martens, snort crack brown brown with gunpowder, and sit on the stoop wit my homies, Raphael, Lenny and that other kid, Leroy, and blow some smoke, drop a few bricks, lick some hoes, and bust some caps in skinny white cops asses, yo. Respect. 21st Century Australia...its Culture: You dissin' me, you old white cunt?

Well, now that you mention it...let me think... hmmmm...yes, I am dissin' you...and, I might add, I am uncomfortable with the term 'hero', if you don't mind.

I see a minority of Hong Kong folk have brought the province into economic recession...and keep trying to get and goad the Chinese Government to crackdown on them...to make a moral point...but China isn't like other countries, and it won't do that. Hong Kong can fail if Hong Kongers wish it to, unless Hong Kongers fight back against Hong Kongers. That's why its called Autonomous. If they really wish to destroy their own livelihoods etc, for 6 months, or 6 years, they can. Feeling special, superior, and exceptional all have their real consequences. They had it pretty good compared to a hell of a lot of us.

There isn't much bitterness left in me now, at 66. There was quite a lot, or at least some, for about a decade in my fifties and early 60s...things that had gone wrong, the various unfairnesses, the being foolish, the people who did, actually, do me great harm and wrong...etc...and the denying of the harm I did to other people etc...but that all seems to be gone now. I think it is what happens to most people. Not all, not everything happens to everyone, but I think most of the things that happen, unless we are in war, are pretty common to us as generic human stock. What would coffee be without a hint of bitterness? Just a plain sweet drink that makes your teeth fall out. I think I've mentioned the studies on Human Happiness and that, in general, life is pretty happy when one is young, a child etc, and then as maturity and responsibility arrive most folk experience unhappiness for a long time in various forms, though not all the time, and then, in late life, without those responsibilities etc, then life becomes kind of happy again. It's got nothing to do with who we are or what we've done, or whether we have been bad or good, etc, it's just the Wheel of Human Life, not for everyone, but for most. I've never been against the notion of self killing, suicide, etc, at all as I believe this is quite normal also. Death, does, indeed, acquit us of all responsibility. But I have suggested to folk who wish to do so, that, for their own enjoyment possible, to consider the Wheel, and how, in general, things don't get much worse and sometimes, do get a lot better...not forever etc...but for enough of the time we are alive. If you wish to kill yourself at 60, well, fair enough. But remember that no matter how you die, the folk who love you will grieve for you and, really, after a year, no matter how you die, they won't miss you so much anyway...so, don't do it for them. We are a passing parade.

Eventually all the various discriminations that people have, their colour, their gender, their race, their culture, their intelligence, their religions, their fetishes, their beliefs, their jobs, their philosophies etc...everything that separates us will fade and pass. What we will be left with, the great division, will between those with wealth and those with poverty...and this will be the only human discrimination and the only human bias. I expect that it will be a long and bloody and very nasty time for all who remain. I wish us well.

I think our family, staunchly Catholic and Irish at the outset, apart from Mum, who had intelligence AND humour, were all basically indentured as iron-collar slaves into the Irish Roman Catholic Realm...which is pretty much exactly like the Tibetan Mahayana Buddhist realm, if you study these things....and, really, in no way differs at all...except there's probably a lot more, a lot more child sex abuse in the Tibetan Buddhist realm... but, anyway, it does, and perhaps should, take at least a lifetime, or two, to escape from the clever and various notions of a Really Big Faith. It's not all bad, of course, either Catholicism or Tibetan Buddhism, it's just, well, mostly bad. You can still have fun with the good notions in it...but, like having dinner, there's no need to swallow everything on the plate. Both are fundamentally about money and control, and, well, yes, money and control have their uses, to be sure...but there are other things of interest as you go along and find things out for yourself.

Thai Royal Anthem

Junior Brown - Apache plus another instrumental (guitar pyrotechnics!).MOV