Comment on Pine Gap protests in town, at base by John Bell.
This mob of protesters lacks imagination. There is no “oomph” in a mob standing tamely in a line across Hatt Road – rather like lame ducks all in a row at the shooting gallery in Sideshow Alley at the Royal Show, waiting for the cops to pick them off in leisurely fashion. No contest.
Not like them Old Hippie days of ’69. Recall one lazy Saturday arvo when Stott House resizes – Young Ms C and young Mr J – decided to invade the base, to see how far they could get. Loaded up the trusty old pink Simca station wagon with picnic basket, a couple of VBs, pet cocky in a cage in the back seat; roared out along the Pine Gap road, lustily singing We Shall Overcome.
Got to the first gate. Armed Marine guard stirred from slumber in the sentry box, proceeded to the barrier to challenge.
Young Mr J got a rush of blood, planted the foot and the Pink Simca roared through the flimsy barrier … came to a screeching halt at the second barrier down the road.
Did a fishtailing Uie, roared back through the first barrier and gunned the Pink Simca all the way back to town. Cops alerted, APB for Pink Simca Hippies. Uproar in the corridors of authority.
Now THAT’s how to grab the Establishment’s attention, by jingo! In comparison, today’s crowd are pussy cats. Yep. The Pink Simca Protest of ’69. A Role Model for the Pussy Cat Protesters of today!
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They must be joking!
@$for Eugene. Mate, what we have to remember here is that Mr Dylan was a feral social agitator who got a Nobel Prize for such immortal lyrics as “Lay,Lady, Lay, Lay Across My Big Brass Bed”..if a bloke can score a Nobel when he can’t even get the word grammatically correct (it should be Lie, Lady, Lie, Lie across my big etc)…then I would like to nominate Melanka Bunny for a Nobel…for agitating us lot over a far more worthy social topic…a court house building…can see Melanka Bunny in future years…on the roof of the Council Chambers…laughing….at us silly mere mortals…rabbiting on …over a feral…sucked in!
They must be joking!
While all of us have been rabbiting on about the iniquitous Yellow Feral, we have overlooked coming up with a birth name for this little fellow.
I would like to toss my hat into the name ring with a suggestion – MELANKA.
It would commemorate a hostel of legendary fame, a veritable warren of boltholes where countless numbers of us young Ferals lived and loved and multiplied and are yet to be eradicated from the fabric of a great town!
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