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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Extreme variability: local climate change right now
I am a professional climate change expert of long experience. Having lived through 70 years of the climate changing, my professional opinion is that there is no possible way we mere humans can change the climate to make it do what we want it to do. The Earth will continue to turn on its axis and revolve around the sun or whatever it has done in the solar system for countless eons. There will continue to be threats from rogue asteroids, cataclysmic forces and alien bodies from other planets, including Collingwood types, until Hell freezes over. My professional advice to the Disciples of the Church of Climate Change who predict Climate Doomsday is best summed up in the immortal words of Lesley Birchuse and Anthony Newley: STOP THE WORLD, I WANT TO GET OFF!
Millions spent, youth gets four hours a week
Erwin’s probing comments: The current state of affairs of the Youth Centre is sad testament to the demise of a once-great Alice institution.
The Centre and its matriarch, Mrs Joan Higgins, quietly emerged over the years as the gold standard model promoting family youth sporting and recreational activity for the holistic Alice community.
The Centre’s big fundraising day, the jewel in its crown, the Bangtail Muster Sports Carnival, brought the whole town together, crossing all cultural boundaries.
For 30 years, 1972-2002, I made sure I was in Alice on that day for the May Day Mile. Every year Mrs Higgins rang me, wherever I was, to encourage me to return.
Every year Mrs Higgins would greet me on my return and discuss the changing town circumstances that began to threaten the Centre’s big day with dwindling crowds. We also discussed the social dynamics.
First it was the rise of an increasingly affluent society’s “Sport of Kings” at Pioneer Park and other money spinning pursuits. Finally, the insidious burden of public liability proved to be the final straw.
Greeting me at the gate at Anzac in 2002, Mrs Higgins had tears in her eyes and her voice wavered as she sadly broke the news that this great community day could no longer continue.
As the small group of runners in the May Day Mile that day ran down the back straight in the final lap for the very last time, it was overwhelmingly sad, but at the same time uplifting, to see a solitary, happy young Aboriginal family cheering from the embankment … and then turning into the final home straight to be urged home by the sport’s day’s small group of faithful stalwarts, all the way to the finish line.
It is an Alice community tragedy, a monumental example of lost direction, a sign of skewed social priorities and political correctness gone mad, that in 2017 the Centre has now come to this, where a respected journalist is not even allowed in the door to talk about the Centre and its problems.
Mrs Higgins would be heartbroken.
Where is Wally?
On the issue of ex-pollies in plum jobs, I do have to put in a a qualifying good word on an old friend from distance running days, former ACT Chief Minister Jonny Stanhope.
Jon flew up to Christmas Island to take the job as Administrator of Christmas Island.
One of Jon’s passions was human rights, one of the reasons I understand he took the gig. And that is my point.
Every former politician (or member of a local council for that matter) who takes one of these highly paid gigs in the afterlife has rock solid justification in their own minds for doing so, e.g. recognition of services rendered to the Oz community, financial security for their own families … et al … and the zinger: That’s what any ordinary punter would do in their position. Hard to beat that thinking, hey!
Where is Wally?
Dunno what planet Marli may have been living on, but the Oz scene is full of former pollies who walk straight into plum jobs. Every second one. Heads on ’em like mice.
It’s called looking after your mates.
Kimmy Beazley marched straight into a plum New York job as did Joey Hockey.
Then there was Billy Hayden getting handed the G-G gig with the perk of high tea with Queen Liz.
Then, going back the other way, there are all Billy Shorten’s union mates who walked straight onto the front bench on Capital Hill.
Yep. That’s what this game is all about.
Noddies is a job-related affliction that is a small price to pay for the good life.
There is always medical treatment to fix these ailments. No doubt Wazza Snowden has a good family doctor who is monitoring the virus.
‘We are Australian’ new anthem?
Dear Angela: Chuckle. “Excluding over 50s.” I forgot about that mob.
That’s yet another group for potential representation on the Change Oz Day Committee. The Grey Al Zima Nomads. A growing threat to the Young Enlightened.
What an ‘orrible ‘orrible thought for you youngies … eg … old blokes in Oz Day Speedos is just too ‘orrible to contemplate hey!
Our + input to the committee is that we can see … and have experienced … over a life time … the all-pervasive mind-numbing grip that The Bureaucracy exerts over all Aussie institutions and individuals, stifling, do-nothing control freaks, chewing up public money, five star celeb accommodation, gabfest cocktails, mission statement conferences …yep … the Change Oz Day Committee sure is a juicy bureaucratic target.
I wish you good luck with that, Angela! I must admit, I bounce outta bed happy every day … smiling at the thought that … one day … you Enlightened Youngies are gunna be the Same Age … as Us Oldies!
More recruits for the wrinkly Speedo and Saggy Bra Brigade. A cheerful thought, is it not!