Friday 21 February 2014 – Just woke up it’s 6.30am. Too early for my liking. This is my routine. A little bit of insomnia and a little bit of age angst.Four hours is maximum sleep. I hate that. These days society reveres youth. The wisdom is with the elderly and under utilised. There is a disconnect between young and old. Indigenous tribes have the whole family living together. I go to my computer and look for friends online to chat to or watch TV until I get bored witless and go back to bed. By this time it’s mid afternoon, given that I go to bed around 9am. I have tried countless times to find work, just to be a part of society but what’s on offer isn’t what I want. Besides…there is no way I will work for some organisation pumping out meaningless crap for no one. There is nothing remotely interesting, both spiritually and emotionally and trying to be inspired doesn’t cut it. So here I am, in a time of my life that I thought would never come. It has come. It will come for us all, eventually. As a younger person, I always blocked that out and just lived for the moment. Anyway enough of that! This part of my blog will be daily, short comments about the day I’m experiencing. Thoughts about events local and global. I’ve noticed that we here in Canberra (the capital of Australia) haven’t had any Chemtrails for 2 months [nearly 3mths now]. I check the skies daily and nothing! That’s a good thing for those in the know. And for those who’s necks never look up…pfttt!….
I’ve been paying attention to the media and with my ears close to the ground been observing little snippets of information. What I’ve observed is all of those conspiracy theories past are starting to materialise. One by one, those folk that don’t see past their jobs and paycheck are starting to open their vocal chords and discuss events like corruption on a realistic level. People are starting to wonder and asking questions. There are more honest people in authoritative places who impact others to climb aboard the people’s train. The 100th monkey will materialise shortly. I am a bit anxious as to when!
Saturday 22 February 2014 – well, another night…much like the other nights. Looking hard at information and distributing it wide and far. A friend is here and we talk about sweet nothings. Another friend is on Skype. We all get into the swing of things. Much-to-do-about-nothing. Watching a movie about the big ‘O’ in USA. Skype friend has gone. Other friend saddened. Me? coma-toasted. To and fro, the telling is told. An outpouring of stuff. Went for a drive. Came back. Still nothing. Nothing on the horizon, but a few snippets of info. A lull. A calm before the storm. My brain is numb from the ordinary. The same old shit repackaged. The reporting. Reports. Evidence. Stories. The past. Regurgitating. Vomiting. Smelling. Repugnant. Stench. Can’t take anymore of this. Have to have a break. A substantial break. Get my sleep back. These late night aren’t’ good. Too one sided. Give. Give. When I suffer it’s wrong. Taking it all back. Get disciplined. People are counting on me. Have to let some people go. For a while at least, until I get back to something resembling normalcy. Being led by the heavens. Bow to that. My so called friend, more like an acquaintance of sorts takes my spirit away. Their demeanor is destructive. Have to be alone. Finally alone. Peace. Be seein’ ya!
Sunday 2 March 2014 – Just went to the shops. Had to come back due to the fact that I left my wallet at home. Yeah..funny. Cooking later than I usually do, but then my life has not been that usual. Being away from acquaintances has been a relief. My Skype friend hasn’t been what I would call altogether appropriate. I try not to make judgements but it’s hard not to take a stand on principles that you have honed and developed over a long period of time. Perhaps it’s just my insecurities that fueled my disapproval’s and to some extent it is but I’m a person that respects peoples wishes, especially if they are reasonable.
Tuesday 4 March 2014 – I got excited about a video on UNoob with David freakin’ Willcocks where he was interviewing a retired (I think) military dude who was an insider and whilstleblower. He talked for a long time with DW and told of how, through legal means was or is going to take down the bad guys as he claimed. I thought about this long and hard. Went on DW’s site and there were others saying the same thing. BS. I got my hopes up and then they were let down.David Willcocks is such a pussy and his devotees are likewise sheeple. I can understand people wanting someone to lead but…there comes a time when we all have to take the lead role here…Oh my god, I went to all of these sites just to check their credentials but couldn’t find anything.
Friday 21 March 2014 – When the person I’m talking to doesn’t hear what I just said, then they’re like “what did you say?” and I’m like “nothing!”…..and they wont stop asking “what?” and I’m like “get outta ma face”!Oh well…A day without sunshine is like, you know, night…hahaha!
Monday 24 March 2014 – There is new concept of an old idea called Social Benefit Bonds. Both private and public funding could invest in this. The government or private business invests up front in these public projects and are only paid if the project meets its benchmarks and achieves its objectives. This is called Philanthro-capitolism. Re-entry programs (i.e. helping jail inmates get back into society) are much like a day late and a dollar short and better to educate first instead of later but this could benefit society as a whole further down the line. The old system transfers the already welfare poor to the working poor in the current system. It will be made to just look successful and be made to pay for a system that is inefficient. Governments are broke and we have to ask why are they broke? We don’t need to go to the financial sector for investments cos they call the shots they choose the programs..uh uh! They get a return on investments instead of the public and you then get capitalism trumping democracy. The public lose.
Saturday 29 March 2014 – well another dreary day. Cold and raining. As the saying goes “as slow as a wet week”. I am experiencing slight cabin fever for being indoors way too long. Time for bed. Nothing to report t’day I’m afraid. Too tired!. Oh..I know..played Black Ops Call of Duty all day long…haha…! yeah I know…ewww!!
Friday 4 April 2014 – I’ve been reading and watching a lot of opinion pieces online, by respected academics and intelligent scholars and just normal common sense folk with a way of telling it like it is. Once you’ve been online for a while, you get a feel what’s BS and what’s the real deal. Even so, I still reserve my right to decide one way or the other. I am not pro this or that, just fair. One knowledgeable academic woman described how the Malaysian plane that disappeared. It was a lengthy video and she went on to say pretty much what the rest of the blog community are saying. The USAF developed and tested an exotic laser weapons system on the same day, right under that plane. The day before, they advertised/marketed this technology to the world. Russia on the other hand had their own sophisticated weaponry and this seemed like a “keeping up with the Jones” scenario. The Queen visited the Pope. God knows what that was about. We can only assume it wasn’t about the Queen holidaying in Rome. Russia is holding firm and so it should when threatened. I have links in my Science category.
Wednesday 9 April 2014 – Well, Tony rang me yesterday and said “we are going to go ahead and fix your kitchen and dining room. He is from the Department of Housing. I rent from them. I have waited for 3 years to get the floor fixed, amongst other things. Originally I had a linoleum floor which was in excellent condition but I was conned into changing it to sheets of floor tiles. Now, these tiles are brittle and are suitable for concrete floors only, which is a flat, hard surface. I have wooden floors and the brittle tiles buckle under the wood expanding and contracting. I pointed this out to them but that fell on deaf ears. So, last Friday 4 April, I had, had enough and I rang the Chief Minister (No. 1 person in parliament). She has a radio program on the nations ABC Radio where people can call in with their complaints. I did that. I waited to talk with the Chief Minister but the phones were busy that day. The producer of the radio station said would I like to leave my phone number and they would call you back. Sure. That didn’t happen. So again, I let it go thinking that nothing ever is going to come of it. After one week, Tony from housing rings me and organisers the lot. I told him that if this didn’t happen asap that I would call the Chief Minister again and that he wouldn’t want that. He crawled and said ok, it will be done asap. So hopefully all will be fixed in a week or two. The thing is that why should it get to the point that the public have to go to dumb levels just to get something done. The Chief Ministers Office has clout and obviously rang housing and told them to smarten up their act or else. Lol. Now I have to get the rest of my place fixed, like the driveway, the leaking taps and rusty drains. Good grief, what a pain it is to deal with the government.
Sunday 20 April 2014 – Easter time, a time for celebration, yet we again see pandemonium and grief in every corner of the planet. Everyone I talk to has some issue. It’s everywhere and we still balk at looking deeper. Here is a transcript that was taken from the Australian ABC Radio National program last night which sheds light on inequality.
John Jureidini: While some have indeed suffered greatly, most Australians have experienced historically unprecedented levels of privilege. We may have worked hard for our achievements, but our current wealth and health have almost certainly come at a cost to others.
As a child psychiatrist, I see the damage done to both the winners and the losers in our unequal society. My task today is to chart a decent response to this inequality.
Decent is a difficult word. It carries an unwelcome implication of being buttoned up, one definition being: “satisfying the general standard of propriety”; as in, for example, dressing decently. Decency shouldn’t preclude vigorous protest in the face of inequity, but labelling actions as indecent is sometimes used to rebuke legitimate protest or transgressive behaviour. I want no part of that.
To be decent is close to being kind and generous. But what our unequal society especially requires of us is to behave towards others in a way that is fair and proportionate. I accept the proposition that a decent person cannot be a person who’s gotten away with something … cannot have what it is not appropriate for them to have.
Now this creates a problem, because I do have more than my share, and I have it because of our current or historical exploitation of others.
So where do we find guidance about a decent response to this moral predicament?
Not from our political leaders or our most influential media (more of that later). As with most things psychological, truth about decency is often found in fiction. This is partly because many decent acts are carried out privately and therefore escape our attention.
If my identical twin is dying of kidney failure and I refuse to give up a kidney, this is disproportionate, and will be rightly seen as a failure of decency on my part; but no one can sue me.
At times, it takes great personal sacrifice to do only what is ‘proportionate’. In Nazi Germany, to act decently towards a Jew could be heroic. The concept of decent intentions holds very little weight; “virtue never tested is no virtue at all” and we are judged by our actions. I know how I would like to have acted in 1930s Berlin, but I cannot be confident that my actions would have been different from those of the average German.
Decent acts are kind and generous, but more importantly, they are selfless. Consider two employers, the first has a profitable business, while the second is on the verge of bankruptcy. Both take care to ensure that their employees are paid a fair wage. On the surface their behaviour is indistinguishable, and so may be their character and their intent. Both act in proportion to what they judge to be their responsibility toward the other person, and to that extent each has acted decently. But for the employer with the thriving business, the fair treatment of his workers is painless. Therefore, there is a sense in which only the struggling employer has fully earned the title of decent, because only she has truly paid a personal price in the course of discharging her responsibility.
Politics and the media provide few models for decent action, but they teach us a lot about indecency. Malcolm Fraser (Australian Politician) describes the ‘demeaning and miserable debate’ that encourages us to fear difference, to favour self over citizenship, and to do things ‘for our family’ rather than for society. Three forms of indecency are strongly promoted by both major political parties, and The Australian newspaper in particular – nationalism, globalisation, and the celebration of personal wealth. These ideas hurt many of the children that I work with and they compromise us as a society.
With regard to nationalism, one of the few poets that I can understand:“If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.”
The Latin phrase quoted by Wilfred Owen, can be translated as: “it is sweet and decent to die for your country”. This is indeed a great lie, one that has cost countless lives. It can be decent to die for a child, for a friend, or for justice. But I cannot see how dying or killing for Australia confers decency on that death. So too, we should think twice about the absolute priority we set for ‘the national interest’. Is loss of life, suffering or joy across the border a lesser event than in our own country? Like ‘putting my family first’, nationalism is often a rationalisation for personal greed and hostility towards strangers.