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Some happy music for a great day, or Bye Bye Bligh!

Well the sun has come out after a week of wet and dreary days and I can’t help thinking that there is something most apt about that, given that we go to the polls today which will means the end of what has proven to be a very bad government. We all know that they are going to lose very badly indeed, the question is  who will try to lead the ALP survivors out of the political wilderness? I can’t help wondering if Anna Bligh is hoping that she will share John Howard’s fate and conveniently lose her own seat so that she won’t have to endure the torture and shame of being a member of   that depression club that will be the Queensland  Labor parliamentary party room (meeting place, a phone box in George street)

Cheers indeed Comrades

 

 

Its all go here at Chez Hall, summer holiday edition

So much for Global warming! Yesterday and today have been bloody cold for Queensland in December yeah I know the difference between “weather ” and “climate” but just a few weeks out from Christmas and I am wearing a jumper! Anyway as the rain falls here I ma looking forward to going to my children’s school for their bush dancing event this morning and tomorrow evening its  the awards ceremony where I know (because she was given the modest bursary at the graduation dinner)  that my daughter will be acclaimed as Dux of the school for  2011, considering the fact that the academic year is over its been very busy here at Chez hall for the last week  or so, Monday was taken up with a grade eight orientation day, yesterday was spent getting new tyres on the back of my car and fixing may angle grinder which decided to stop working just as I was about to do something  unspeakable to the Morris , No that’s no quite right I planned to cut down the battery box to facilitate the fitting of the engine and when I went to use the tool nothing! some testing revealed that the switch had shat itself. So I spent the next two hours seeking a suitable  replacement switch. Eventually I found one and then I needed another connection block which took another hour to find. Fixed and working now I cut down that battery box and now the engine bay looks ready to host  the engine, if only I can get it here!

To be honest I am already in a sort of school holiday mode and I am just waiting for the end of the school year as keenly as my children are, I literally dream of not having to do battle every morning to get them up and dressed, breakfasted and brushed for the new day before the bus induced deadline so its once more into the breach this morning and tomorrow is their last day for the year…

Cheers Comrades

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Anniversary of imagination


The media has been relentlessly talking about the anniversary of an event a decade ago for the last ten days or so and it has got me thinking about just how the way that such things imprint themselves upon our imaginations but I am reserving consideration of that anniversary to the actual day. Instead, this morning I offer this clip from an unaired pilot of that most famous Sci Fi serries, Star Trek which is 45 years old today:

Just consider what the fate of the concept would have been in that format…

Live long and prosper Comrades

Don’t dis Darwin or ultimately everyone is the master of their own life

OK let me start with a very simple premise, we humans are  social creatures  and generally we care about any other people who we find in trouble the vast majority of us will render any assistance that we can when we come across someone who is in self destruct mode, but I am heartily sick of hearing the bloody do-gooders admonishing us because there are still people who succeed in topping themselves.

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Now before I am accused of being a heartless bastard on this issue let me say that I had a close friend  who did succeed in killing himself and another who I managed to save from success, we do what we can when we can and sometimes you just miss the signs and other times you might  find the pill bottle. Often its more by luck than good intention and in the overall scheme of things maybe that is the way that it should be because no matter how compassionate and caring we are we have to be somewhat blasé about suicide because ultimately everyone is the master of their own life and of they really want to top themselves they will do so. Those who run campaigns such as this are clearly well intentioned but (yes its a big but ) I can’t help but think that preventing every suicide is not actaully going to reduce the total quantum of pain and suffering within our society. Its a balancing between the suffering that is caused by a self inflicted death and the pain caused by a  fucked up life, frankly I think that sometimes the continued life of someone who is totally fucked up can be worse for those around them than the pain of  their self delivered  death.  I look back at the life of my late friend and I can’t help but think that he would have done more of the bad things that demonstrated the failure of his life had he not killed himself. His family would have still suffered had he lived but their suffering would have been more of a slow burn than a bright flame.

So my ultimate message here is help them if you can, but be philosophical if you can’t, not everyone can be saved  and playing the “what if” game is futile and just makes the memories of our lost friends dark, guilt riven  and bitter, frankly I want recall the good things of the shared journey rather than the self recrimination and unjustified responsibility for the autonomous decisions of any other individual.

Cheers Comrades

Here comes the sun there goes the subsidy

I’m probably not alone in getting innumerable phone  calls trying to induce me to sign up for solar panels  with the promise that the government will help me with the cost and the energy collected can be used to offset our electricity bills, a number of them have actaully been rather surprised when I  have explained that I don’t expect the subsidies to last or that the price paid for the feed in tariff will remain at their current level for long.

Now I discover that in WA those predictions that I have been making have come to pass:

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Its the old law of supply and demand; the more solar panels on the roofs of the nation the less that energy companies (and government instrumentalities)  are willing to pay per kilowatt. Mark my words comrades it won’t be long before the other states do the same as they have done in NSW and WA.

Cheers Comrades

 

#Slutwalk,#fashion, personal responsibility and safety on the streets after dark

Lets  consider just how earnest but confused the organisers of those little pieces of street theatre actually are shall we?

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John Lydon says:

You never listen to word that I said
You only seen me
For the clothes that I wear
Or did the interest go so much deeper
It must have been
The colour of my hair.

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When it comes to women who are sexually assaulted after going out getting pissed and then staggering around our cities (the sort of scenario that the Canadian policeman who inspired all of this feminist outrage was talking about)  well then   I think that think that the Mountie was wrong, it is not the way that a woman is dressed that makes her vulnerable in that situation it is being pissed and isolated that does it. In the animal kingdom most predators are total opportunists and to honest I think that the same thing applies to those men who would  take advantage of drunken women in the wee small hours in our cities. Now its all well and good to emphasise e that the all women should be safe on the streets after dark but it is most imprudent to assume that wishing for something is going to make it so. As individuals we all have to take responsibility for our own safety as we go about our work or as we seek our pleasures and this applies equally to men and women who go out on the town.

I’m going to upset a few people here but I think that there are a lot of women who are confused when it comes to the message that they send to the world with their public image. Human beings are after all like so many animals they communicate  to their fellows in the way that they present themselves to the world. In fact there are lots of birds and animals that put huge amounts of effort into display to demonstrate that they are available and worthy of mating. In many of these species it is often the males who are the dedicated followers of fashion but in our society it is generally women who put on the the display, they are told that they are validated by  how attractive they look and there is a huge industry that exists to make their validation happen.

There is however a sort of schizophrenic aspect to the feminists who wan to insist that women should have the right to make overtly sexual displays and at the same time they denounce we poor humble blokes for noticing  the size of the breasts, a well shaped bottom that is emphasised by particular items of clothing , or even just  what we may find hits all the right notes of our personal  tune. You can’t have it both ways. If you make a personal display that emphasises your sexuality then don’t be surprised if men notice you for that  reason and make judgements accordingly. That is just the way that we are biologically programmed to respond to sexual display.  By the same token though it is NEVER acceptable for anyone to assume that a sexual display means that there is some sort of implicit  general consent to sexual activity. The thing is no matter what the current fashions happen to be men and women make judgements about their sexual availability and they may even seek to do more than just look. The problem lays I think in the way that we are constantly told that we have to maintain a sexual display. I say we here to be inclusive of both men and women because the fashion industry has long realised that  men and women can be induced into parting with large amounts of cash to maintain a sexual display as a matter of course even when the need is less than urgent once that pair bond has been already been established.

We are all in the thrall of a fashion industry that tells us that we are only validated by having the newest and “most beautiful plumage” that money can buy. Frankly I think that it would do the cause of women (and men) far more good if those young idealistic feminists  who are running the Slutwalk street theatre  were to turn their attentions to the fashion industry in general and consider just who the players that lead and dictate what is socially acceptable in terms of personal  presentation. If history teaches us anything about the nature of “Fashion” it is that it seems to bounce between being very overt to very modest in the amount of flesh that is on display and as the industry has managed to make the obsolescence cycle shorter and shorter to boost sales I think that it has got to the stage where there is absolutely no good sense at all, and even less appreciation of just what messages any particular type individual display makes to the world.

So my message for Slutwalkers everywhere is this; wear whatever you like, display as little or as much flesh as you please that is your right, with you 110% on you having the right to do as you please, but it is unrealistic to think that having a “right” to personal safety will ever guarantee your safety,  because there is no way that we will ever have a society without some (hopefully very few)  nasty people and  violent crime. I am reminded of the advice that a good friend once gave me on the occasion of my first  ever visit to Sydney as a young man ” always walk the streets with a sense of purpose and as if you own them, even if you are lost, them and you will have no trouble”  There is a message in that advice for young women*  too.

And a final quote from that song to ponder:

Public Image you got what you wanted
The Public Image belongs to me
It’s my entrance
My own creation
My grand finale
My goodbye

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Cheers Comrades

* although I tend to think that teetering on 4 inch heels in a short dress while pissed makes this rather difficult.

A lesbian conciet?

To make a child you need the contribution of both a woman and a man  that is a simple biological fact. Of course this fact gets in the way of gay couples who want to make a child because to do so it is necessary to involve a third party,  a gamete donor. This may seem like the easiest thing in the world for lesbians but has this example shows you can’t get away from the fact that no matter what a man who donates his sperm may agree to at the time of conception once a child is created  he may very well be carried by the tide of emotion that drives him to care for and nurture his progeny.

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Children who have been adopted often feel a life long yearning to know precisely who their biological parents are, they may wonder just where they got the colour of their eyes or the shape of their ears but they may also just feel that inexplicable need to know who their father and mother are and what sort of people they are. Isn’t such knowledge every child’s inalienable right?  This is also the case when children have been made  with “donor” sperm. When a lesbian couple create a child with donor sperm they often want to pretend that if they both “mother” the child then the involvement  of a man is of so little consequence that they can just pretend that he does not exist.

You see this is the inevitable result of a strange conceit that permeates the “progressive” mind. The conceit is that when it comes to children the only thing that matters is nurture and that a desire of same sex partners to  be the exclusive parents to a child that they engineer with a third party will trump the biological imperative of a man who may “donate” his sperm to be a part of the life of any child he makes. In some jurisdictions that exclusion may be enshrined in law but fortunately for the children thus created in Britain this is not the case.

Cheers Comrades

Half a million page views at the Sandpit

I know that statistical miles stones are really meaningless but that does not stop you feeling pretty good when you reach them. Well if you keep an eye on the hit counter at the bottom of the page some time today I expect that you will see the counter tick over t0 the magical “500,000” mark . That is pretty good for a modest blog written as a bit of fun .

Thanks very much to all of those who take the time to read what I and my friends put up  here and a special thanks to all of those who take the time to comment and argue with what is on this web-page. Commentary and argument is the life blood of blogging and long may it keep pumping at the Sandpit.

Cheers Comrades

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