L’Enfant Terrible – What Next Cronulla?
Have we become a bad child? Has Australian society really diminished itself to such an extent? We are reacting to ideals that are being pushed to make us believe that it is better to hurt some of our citizens rather than try very, very hard to pull together and make this society of ours work.
The local Muslims are shitting themselves with fright; they know that if this state of ignorance prevails that they have no chance of building a meaningful life in Australian society for their children.
We HAVE the chance, out of all the Western societies to sort our troubles out amicably. Our country is not that old and the population is not that large, nor are we yet irrevocably at loggerheads with our various subcultures that with the serious discussion we can’t sort this mess out. I mean who hasn’t eaten tabouli or felafel, souvlaki or noodles. Every second retail shop it seems is owned or run by Muslims or Buddhists, and thank Christ for that as the basis of these religions is cleanliness and nurture.
We Aussies have almost lost our dream, sanctimoniously wasted by a past establishment that has been denounced for pecuniary and sexual abuse, like the various churches paying out compensation for deviant Brothers, Nuns, Priests and laypeople. Criminal police and dubious politicians abound, we don’t have a lot of which to be proud, and we’ve had a relatively trouble-free existence compared to a lot of the people that are now encouraged to immigrate to our shores.
I grew up in Sydney; my beach was North Cronulla and the surf nazis were around even then. Having a wog name myself the only thing that staved off continuous harassment from my peers was that a stranger would not have been able to tell my background as I had white, blond hair and blue eyes. The school was horrific, the ignorance unbounded – and I was more Aussie, generationally than most.
They were practising on us Catholics long before the Muslims entered the fray. Cronulla, in the Sutherland Shire, has also historically been the drug capital of Sydney; combine this with racial intolerance and low education standards and you have the perfect formula for redneck behaviour to flourish. It used to be ‘pot’, with the predomination of surfies, but as the ignorance grew young people fell prey to powders.
I believe the various subcultures that took part in the Sydney violence are more polarised up there than could ever happen in Victoria. The rugby culture would not help one little bit either. Anyone who has ever seen the TV comedy ‘Pizza’ would recognise that the ethnic mob they parody is also bent on violence and anti-social behaviour. Our Melbourne Lebanese community would be pulling out all stops to ensure that their children are not being sucked into a vortex of violence in reaction to a motley bunch of white supremacist pretenders pushing their buttons
What a wonderful and useful herb is Borage. It was renown in the ancient world as a spiritual uplifter and a source of enhanced courage. Once in the garden, it will continue to grow from season to season as it self seeds.
I like to use the grey/green, ovate leaves as an added aesthetic in my salads; the flavour is reminiscent of salted cucumber and this is one herb that must be used fresh. The electric blue flowers of the plant are also edible, again in salads or as a candied sweet and can be added to wine or other non-alcoholic refreshments to add extra zip.
While watching a documentary about the Dark Ages I heard of the Old Russian purging of the Caucasian races. Isn’t this the mob that the white supremacists claim to be ‘THE’ bloodline to have? Yet in past centuries it was most certainly not the most desirable of lineage. Funny old world, innit?
Wonder What The Old Girl Is Up To
Shock! Horror! I was sitting up watching Parliamentary question time the other week, the Senate to be exact, (Yeah I know, I should get a life!) and to my amazement sitting behind a contingent of visiting Iraqi pollies was one of our old favourites, Flo Bjelke-Petersen. Now what in the hell could she be up to, eh? Probably feeling a bit low and needed some light entertainment…
Mean Vicious Bikies
Wasn’t it wonderful to see the enthusiasm behind the annual bikies Toy Run? Much maligned and mainly misunderstood, the bikie fraternity has been overly tainted by the minor criminal element that, like all other groups, dwells within its ranks. Get it right people, big, ugly and smelly does not always equal bad. May your property look after your whims and your Hogs run forever!