Saturday, May 27, 2006


When a 7 month old baby suffers a rape, surely it is time for swift and decisive action. Another talk fest isn't going to change a bloody thing!
  • Sack all the bludgers who have their snout in the trough. The co-ordinators, administrators, policy authors, pseudo academics, cultural consultants, social engineers, anthropologists, anyone at all from Canberra and absolutely everyone funded by a grant.
  • Totally prohibit spirits, wines and full strength beer on remote communities, substitute 'non sniffable' petrol for the present type of fuel.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


At last Peter Garrett has found his voice! This man has vision and integrity. If he can survive the ethical washing machine that is Australian politics I predict greatness can come from Peter Garrett. To see clearly through the strategy of John Howard is no mean feat, but Garrett does just that with his criticism of Howards "Uranium Leasing" deal cooked up with USA and Canada. reported here:

Australians will remember Garrett as the spastic dancing front man of MIDNIGHT OIL, a raw, blatantly political rock band.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006


take a moment to reflect on events and ask yourself why.


They're MadeOut of Meat
From the collection Bears Discover Fire and Other Stories
by Terry Bisson
“They’re made out of meat.”
“Meat. They’re made out of meat.”
“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.”
“That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?”
“They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.”
“So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.”
“They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.”
“That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.”
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.”
“Maybe they’re like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.”
“Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take long. Do you have any idea what’s the life span of meat?”
“Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.”
“Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.”
“No brain?”
“Oh, there’s a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“So . . . what does the thinking?”
“You’re not understanding, are you? You’re refusing to deal with what I’m telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat.”
“Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!”
“Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?”
“Omigod. You’re serious then. They’re made out of meat.”
“Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.”
“Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?”
“First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual.”
“We’re supposed to talk to meat.”
“That’s the idea. That’s the message they’re sending out by radio. ‘Hello. Anyone out there? Anybody home?’ That sort of thing.”
“They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?”
“Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.”
“I thought you just told me they used radio.”
“They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.”
“Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?”
“Officially or unofficially?”
“Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
“It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?”
“I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’ But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?”
“Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can’t live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.”
“So we just pretend there’s no one home in the Universe.”
“That’s it.”
“Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You’re sure they won’t remember?”
“They’ll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we’re just a dream to them.”
“A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat’s dream.”
“And we marked the entire sector unoccupied.”
“Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?”
“Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen-core cluster intelligence in a class-nine star in G445 zone was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again.”
“They always come around.”
“And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone . . . ”

Monday, May 15, 2006


AUSTRALIA could be used as a global waste dump for spent nuclear fuel as part of a worldwide push to increase the use of nuclear power. Nuclear leasing, as proposed by the US President, would allow the sale of uranium to countries that have not signed the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty. But they would have to use the uranium for power plants and return spent nuclear fuel.
How low can these bastards sink? What price will humanity pay for todays short sighted greed? The plans are in place to control the entire energy economy.

In a recent, exclusive interview with The Sunday Age, Treasurer Peter Costello said nuclear energy was a safe, environmentally friendly option for Australia (Australia as waste dump) (leasing uranium)

The daily newspaper, the Australian, had reported that a meeting of senior officials in New Delhi last week discussed how Canberra might be able to reconsider selling uranium to India if New Delhi offered security guarantees and agreed to allow inspections of its nuclear facilities.,20867,19136513-30417,00.html be continued.