120221 Outlaw
Junction News-Chop Who's Land Queensland Bolting
Horses March 24 Election Campaign Edition
What
is it about Humans?
“Creatures
of habit” is accepted, even at our peril when those habits are
performed with absolutely dire consequences, and even as we seem to
be capable of eternal life, of doing almost anything we want to
damage our chances of staying or ascending higher after death.
Except
getting it right!
As
political party media departments and media itself, spin our synapses
into actually believing the species is progressing away from both a
darkness of prehistorical “stone-age” simplicity, and away from
the so-called “dark ages” (of, it seems, Catholic oppression of
individuals' Intelligence & Wisdom) prior to the so-called
“enlightenment” of some 3-to-500 years ago, and as we are
constantly bombarded with every possible NE-EW electronic
communications and teleporting device, there remains this delusional
belief that we are 1, living in “democratic times” and two, that
each election cycle, we have a chance to put in the top tyrant's
chair, someone who will do us right.
“WHAAA!?$%^&*
Each day, each hour, since proving to myself 1,
I'm not deluded about my own family's utterly horrible history, 2,
about my own utterly horrible history, and 3, that I'm missing some
major aspect of this thing called life, due to both my family's
horrible past and mine, both on earth and down here down the shithole
of Astrayliar, I'm sent back to the vodka bottle, and/or half-a-D of
cold beer stubbies on a hot day, to escape the bottomlessness of
lowness known generally as Australian society.
And,
having, one way or a shifty 'nother, by secretive shifty bastards
behind my back, I'm drawn back to the keyboard to scribe my
“opinions” about things like
the upcoming WHO'sLand-Queen's-land March
2012 election.
“And
the field looks ragged!
Some
may say 'scraggy'!
Promises
fly from every barrier, and the crowd, usually to some ever-larger
extent rent-a-crowd, dances with feigned joy, especially those
planted or who have shuffled in front of the wall of media
clicksters.”
“On the hustings” running or
(re-)cycling every prank politicians can muster, kissing spellbound
babies, fawning mothers young and old, throwing each more wild
assurances that WE will govern better than THEM! Than
HIM! Than HER!
Than
WHAAA!?@#$%^&*
Media, like sick puppies running for fear and
MORE of mummy-bitch's teet, follow looking for that exclusive
exposay picture to splash across tabloid, tele and the 'net - the
classic fifteen milli-seconds of fame for the lucky pic-shooter, (and
the pic of our stumbling PM Gillard in the arms of Mr Supersecurity
from a few weeks ago in Canberra still tickles the
photo-journo's ego!) on an ever shrinking media attention-span
network or page or news-fluff half-hour, quarter hour, five minutes,
or even just a half-second FLASH, which will tell the world
everything they could possibly want to know about HER! (Shit
there's a lot of HERs up there these daze!) HIM! that
micro-moment, which more and more typically takes one millisecond of
an endless series of events right out of context, so further
deceiving the viewer, listener, reader of pics, and results in
fountains of folly, fluff and BULLSHIT feeding the media cyclists,
thus - NOT THAT THEY GIVE A FUCK - fooling the flockers into
more foul play and unfathomable crap, about which side of the same
counterfeit coin to WHAAA!?#$%^&* “vote” for?
Who'sLand-Queen 'Lizzie's
retirementfundland, and the grand-princes'-and-princesses'
inheritance, faces a drubbing by one and all prospective
premiers, their propagandists, and “yes premier”
candidates, from now until the great tsunami shuts the fuck all of
them down.
Yet in every egomaniac's den and delusion, more
crap is being pumped through the pipes of “WE ARE GUNNA MASSACRE
THEM”, as if echoing cries of the whitefaced mass-murderers of
the past darkness of genocide of the world's last Pure, Fully
Enlightened Bleck Fellas of this now slaughtered countryside.
Yet....., the two big parties, offer NO
solutions to the incredibly insane and irreparable, state of the
health system, education system, of the housing scams known as bank
finance and home loans, of the deadly diets the majority of
Who'slanders brainlessly quaff down every mealtime, of the utterly
chillingly cold medical professionals who profitprofitprofit from
every hospitalised self-poisoner, of the deepest corruptions of the
crazymind land distribution systems, of the most disgusting mal-use -
called “farming” - of the most precious soils, of the
dying barrier reef, of the madness of house-to-house waste of lives
and food and childrens' future, ETCETERA!
But shit they make a good promoter when the
cameras are clicking-rolling-digitalizing every little smile and
rote-learned word and kiss-and-curtsy!
But oh-my-Buddhist tendencies, what a
depressing reality - er? pseudo-reality Who'sland is!
The forests are as good as dead. Cane toads
amass and hippety-hop by the billions across the land, unstoppable.
And the people amass on the highways, trying to
“...get away from it all!” on a “grey pseudo-nomad's
runaway” from the nuclear family quarter-acre insanity and
unreality they realise upon retirement they - THEY - have
slaved their whole working lives to create?
WHAAA?!$%^&*
And the WHO'sLand Greens rate a 12% in
polls early in the guessing game of goofball politrix, in the biggest
state of disarray south of the equator, and east of western
Astrayliar!
BigHat Bob Katter gathers the 4-be-4s and iron
horses way up north of the north of the, in farfarfarking northern
Q-L-D, promising the potentials they can do whatever they want with
THEIR land.
And “a ho-ho-ho”, murmured the IMF's
CEO, the Ferengi Christine Laguarde.
But nobody dares go near the economic
realities, that this culturally and genetically beggared state is in
fact, ungovernable, out of control politically, environmentally, and
mentally, and is about ten times bigger than any “state” should
be, one person or five hundred per acre.
No Who's Land politician, not even BigHat Bob,
who has in the passed made mention of this fact, that the Queen's
state is too big, like HRH's Swiss bank accounts-plural, and should
be split up, no Who's Land politician dare seek to inspire the
dead-weight of voters struggling with their own insults of
zero-intellect automaton beliefs about what politics and government
is all about - government of the People, by the People, no
Who's Land politician dare seek to inspire with the most
deadly threats to the utterly psycho-pathological hunters for the
premier's chair, and thus challenges to their hunger for control
(HA!) of the minerals and shale-oil, coal and coal-seam-gas
farms, and of course, the bottomless purse of under-the-table,
in-the-closet, and slight-of-hand illegal drugs production, trade,
importing through the great barrier reef, and profits, by putting on
the table any FACTS, any irrefutable scientific deductions,
conclusions, or Wise observations about what has to change, if
the voters are going to survive the 150 metre high wall of water
bearing down on everyone within 50 kilometres of the eastern
seaboard, expected in December 2012?
NO-O-O-O!?!#$%^&*
Begging the question, were such a DESTRUKTOR
WAVE actually seen by satellite observers, as coming our way,
with a guarantee of mashing everyone as said, less than about 50k's
from the coast, would the authorities tell us???
Hmmm...,? Were such an event to have occurred
during the last right wing, Illuminadi-run GW Bush US government, the
likelihood of the vulnerable not
being told, would have
been very high, methinks....!
But they are - back to Who'sLand's coming
election......., - still good for hollow, short term promises to
those who come to rallies to clap and jump - on queue - for
the clickster media throng.
Not by-the-way, to show sincere support for
Campbell, or Anna, or Bob and their parties of false hope, but purely
so they can get in on the five-milliseconds of being spotted on, ON
TELE! YAYE! “I'm, FAY-MUSS!” whereafter some
pocket-full-of-cash drone of the powerhouses of darkness lobs on
their 'burban doorstep with oodles of MORE! and lures the
millisecond into their web of making them a media expert on politics,
or sport, or perhaps a job in advertising.....?
And The Beatles are heard musicalizing politics
down in Ye Olde Record Shoppe south of Brizzy, with the Immortals
John, Paul, George and Ringo lullabying us to “...nothing is
real....!”
“Frantic!”
is but one word to describe the panic each contender party and
candidate shows, with BigHat the cooool exception, mainly because he
knows “...nothing is real....!”and
that he's guaranteed his handsome pension no matter what wins.
From the margin, I've not heard nor seen any
Who's Land Greens spokes-wheel dancing on their pulpit yet - keeping
their powder dry for closer to D-lection-Day I guess?
Since
I went far beyond the call of duty, whenever it was in the last 20
delusions, to lobby and help the left-right right right right Peter
Beattie ALP onto the Who's Land government benches, Who's land has
seen nothing change.
The ghosts of Bjelke Petersen still manage the
vote in the halls of hell, no matter which side of the coin is up.
The
worst possible industries still foul-up the atmosphere, the waters,
and the shrinking squillions of hectares of arable paradise, and
corruption remains the mainstay of the masses' thoughts, for the next
scam, the next favour, the next deal, the next gamble, the next job,
the next packet of heroin, the next
car/house/business/child/big-screen tele..... and blu-ray
doh-ray-me.
So,
as “...nothing is real....!” here
in Who's-Land, we can be sure nothing will change, once the media
shuffle back to their lairs with 500 Gigabytes of digitalised
foot-arge to throw
wherever they can get a bight, or a buck, or a “good
shot!” compliment from some
paid sycophant.
Hospitals will still be horrendous houses of
death, schools will still bus nubile future idiots-with-Harry-Potter
eyes, the big couple of life-threatening kilometres to the
institutions they are told are schools, mums will still insist on a
big 4-wheel-drive to shuttle their precious old-age-support
automatons from-to-where the disgustingly excessive buses don't
pick-up and deliver. And the mindless will still consume crap the
advertisers call “food”, and excess on alcoholic
sugar-pops until their kidneys and liver melt!
Corruption
will still silence any Righteous opposition to all things whiteface,
farmers will still destroy everything about the natural habitat they
can, the masses will still leap into their NE-EW
car/RTV/RUV/RAV/4-be-4/pseudo-limos for the adventure down to the
local shops, yobbos will still keep the ambitious quiet in their
nuclear housing warzones, and - nothing will change.
So..., it's easy to see why so many get all in
a lather about the upcoming election........., isn't it?
If you knew the end was nigh, that all of this
was but in your head, was all someone else's delusion, was all about
to fall off the universal big screen, for eternity, you'd be
dancing for any and every piece of glitter and jig the media and the
upclub, uptop, upemselves devils throw at you, wouldn't you?
However...,
if by some remote chance, this
was not all an evil
Judeo-Catholic planned dream-cum-nightmare, and was possessed of real
issues such as the completely
untenable culture, beliefs-systems, agricultural, tourrorist, mining,
timber, auto and other planet-fucking industries, and resulting
psycho-mania of JUST DO don't whatever you do THINK,
the punters/voters/dreamers and retailers would start to process the
information, the misinformation, the knowledge, the facts, the
Wisdoms and do what they have been heinously conned is not their
responsibility, by the most demonic cults ever seen.
They'd
gather their thinking hats, throw them into the one ring, of Honest,
Sustainable, Enduring and Child-safe Environmental
Policies, ignore the blurb and
fluff of the big media names, discard the mental pollution they've
had fill their crania for about ten generations, and put in something
of a Wise, Intelligent and Honorable coalition.
Greens,
ALP, and a few Gutsy Independents. Even Independents wiff
cowboy hats!
Or,
am I just re-dreaming what I divined was necessary in Canberra, in
2010...? (I refer you to a
little watched classic YouTube video animation of me, the Broccoli
Boy riding the train of righteousness, a mock-up by my sycophants of
NimbinTV.something, by
yours' truly “Omaxa bin Eartha” on Righteous Living. Go Ogle it!
Asifyadon'knowww!)
Poles so far scare the Laborites with bad
prospects for the apparently tiring Bligh ALP government.
Big-talking Newboy Newman, not yet a
politician, but the leader of the opposition (go figure!
Remembering, it is Who'sLand, the land of the kangaroo court),
dances with no legs, aside from being ex-mayor of the biggest real
estate bonanza since Columbus's foray across the Atlantic - Brisbane
- so knows all about corruption, scampers around the televised
hustings, kissing pearly-white arses wherever there's a camera, or a
backroom deal to be made, seems to have the city-centric media moguls
onside, while the weathering Anna Bligh, tries to keep the Bounty
afloat, wishing like crazy her Most Honorable Ancestor William would
re-surface and save the colony from further Rum Club tyranny.
Meanwhile in the Who'sLand rurals....., nothing
changes.
Polies fly-in-fly-on dropping promises and
elusive rhetoric in the language of the disgustingly ignored country
folksss, who have pretty much fallen right off the radar of being
treated as Humans, and for some 10 generations have been left to
fight the ghosts of the massacred Bleck Fella land owners, and the
bighouse bastards who order the coppers to shoot anyone who murmurs
Justice, or even a decent government school
education-with-prospects-of-a-secure-life.
Like most western nations, the rurals are
ignored, as if they are surplus to having a good and wealthy time in
the cities and inner 'burbs, where night clubs and cafes cater and
pander to tasteless fools, but fucking wealthy fools. Fools who can
pull a few strings to have the ambitious wannabe politician appear as
heroic, intelligent, and even..., HA! CARING!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Bighouse Freemasons, drunk with paedophilia
networks farming kiddies from mayoral offices to farmhouse to
farmhouse, threatening Bleck Fellas, white Fellas, any Fellas with a
grain of integrity, with eternal horror, frighten the fuck out of the
dross of Catholic ignorance, made into sub-humans incapable of
addressing the horrors going on around them, from subtle spirits to
giant concrete and gas projects.
So, unlike the state of Life, prior to the 1788
invasion, where the Garden of Wisdom endured perennially, and nothing
changed for the worse, today, in Who'sLand, same-same as in
what'sland, and where's land, and why's land, and no man's land, the
other states of disarray Astrayliar, nothing changes for the
better, no matter which big talking, banned-drugs-funded politician
or party steals the media spotlight called “the premier's
chair”.
Being not allowed to know anything the nuns
don't want me to know, I am ignorant of why people are so down on the
Greens, aside from the mainstream majority being severely mentally
retarded, and stuck in the ruts of bad agricultural and citicultural
delusions.
Sure, there's a surfeit of homosexuals around
the Green's campfires (?), and from the bits of inferences I've
gathered, there are suggestions that the Greens have some connection
to paedophile rings.
Maybe, maybe not?
But gay, or not, there should be no doubt that
Greens are our beacons, if we are to have a future, to whom we or our
next generations will and must look, as we ship ourselves through the
stormy oceans of tomorrow.
Forget the “hollow promises brigades” of
the stagnant mainstream political hegemony.
Who'sLand is a dreadfully rooted land, fenced,
grazed, mined and ploughed to unsustainability by every and any
crazymind invader, convict, squatter and their descendants.
It follows almost exactly in the mentalities of
it's people, albeit that they seem to not leave their rubbish and
refuse where they threw it, as we all did years ago.
Breaking the back of the massive corruption
here is impossible, while the two-party, offshore-managed political
scam remains.
Nothing short of a very bloody revolution will
go near to expunging the hexes the Brit-Eurapeans continue to cast
over the wealthy class's minds and real estate portfolios. Thus,
over the struggling remainder.
Yep! For ANY improvements in
Who'sLand-Queensland, the People have to do their maths, and their
ecology, and get to grips with the crucial need to go as Econo-Green
as they can, from this millisecond forward.
No Greens branch in Australia is yet
experienced, large enough or fit enough to govern outright.
So, like it was determined in Canberra, the
management experience of the ALP, with all their foibles, inherited
corruption, and egotrips, needs more than ever the support and
insistence and the Intelligence of the Greens to correct the
psychoses residual from the dark period of the last 224 years.
As things-political, are so slow to correct
themselves, the People are gonna have to start edjacayten themselves,
in matters small and large.
Economic Science, Philosophy, Agrarian,
Organic, Sustainable Farming, and the political pragmatism and
security against large-scale corruption by dissolving the big
corporate drain of such an over-sized state has to be learned about
by every rural, then a prompt push to reduce all Australian states in
size, to be manageable by the local people, for the local people.
This scares the frequent-flyer points out of
the offshore tyrants and real estate speculators, not to mention the
mining magnates and information-perverters we call media.
But as the present economic distortions are so
tilted in their favour, a fair, Intelligent analysis and reformation,
can let those moguls keep a fair chunk of the wealth, but also make
things much better for the locals.
The world is built on laws, not leaders, and
the laws are Environmental.
In future, elections will be held to correct or
re-affirm Environmental Laws.
Ignore them, and the Who'sland-Queensland
Pacific coastal communities will have to sell tickets to ride the
tsunami, “ …..a once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity!”
Hohohoho! 150 metres high!? Said to
travel across the Pacific at around 500 kilometres an hour?
OoOoOoOwh?
“Surf's
up in St George!”
Gives an whole new meaning to “Billabong
surfing gear”, aye?
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