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Now THAT’S What I’m Talkin’ About, Australia!!

2 Sep

UPDATE:

Here they are … the last remaining embodiments of the true Aussie spirit –

Regular readers may recall my post following the Convoy Of No Confidence rally in Canberra, entitled “The Day We Proved That Australia Has Lost Its Soul”.

Well looky here, ladies and gentlemen.

Here is a fantastic example of the traditional Great Australian soul that I thought had vanished, making another small yet glorious reappearance:

Anthony Albanese abused amid anger over his dismissal of anti-carbon tax convoy

Federal Transport Minister Anthony Albanese has been grabbed and abused by anti-carbon tax protesters who marched to his Sydney electorate office, calling him a “loser” and a “maggot”.

Hundreds marched through Marrickville, in Mr Albanese’s inner-west electorate, riled by his jibe in August that the Convoy of No Confidence, the anti-carbon tax protest by truck drivers outside Parliament House in Canberra, was really a “convoy of no consequence”.

Protest organiser Jacques Laxale said about 500 people had gathered to demand to know why they were “of no consequence”.

Federal opposition frontbencher Sophie Mirabella marched alongside protesters carrying placards that read “Tolerance is our demise”, “WTF has happened to free speech” and “Carbon dioxide is not pollution”.

She told the crowd: “Please maintain your right to a democratic say. Please do not ever be intimidated, no matter how smarmy, how sarcastic any member of parliament (is), no matter how exalted their position. Never be intimidated.”

Verdun Walsh said he joined the protest because he was deeply offended by Mr Albanese’s comments and wanted his voice to be heard.

He carried a placard saying: “I am 94 years of age, an ex POW, I am not incontinent, I am not of no consequence, I vote, save the Labor Party name, resign now Mr Albanese.”

During the noisy protest, a female protester grabbed Mr Albanese by the tie and called him “gutless” and a “maggot”.

Mr Albanese, after being surrounded by angry protesters who hurled abuse at him, went back inside his office, only to return five minutes later.

“Yelling me down does not do anything for your cause,” Mr Albanese told the crowd, amid boos and jeers.

“For a group of people saying they’re here to campaign for democracy and the right to be heard, you have a funny way of showing it.”

He pointed to a placard that read “Convoy of Courage”, saying: “It doesn’t take a great deal of courage for 150 people to abuse one.”

Protesters also claimed that the government was illegitimate and called for an election.

Now THAT’s more bloody like it Australia!

Bravo! Mr Verdun Walsh.

You are my new hero!

Is it any wonder just why I love old people?

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Barnaby: “Just Keep Yourself Fired Up For Me Please!”

28 Aug

“How long before the problems you see overseas become the problems you see here?”

Senator Joyce speaks to the Convoy of No Confidence in Canberra:

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The Day We Proved That Australia Has Lost Its Soul

24 Aug

22 August, 2011.

Mark it down on history’s wall.

For it was the day we proved that Australia has lost its soul.

On that day, the Convoy of No Confidence came to Canberra. From every corner of this vast is-land.

11 groups. 300 strong.

These the very same folk upon whom we wholly depend.

And yet, take wholly for granted.

Without whom, we do not eat.

Without whom, the supermarkets, retail stores, and petrol stations, in days have nothing left to sell.

These the folk who are our lifelines.

These the very same folk who represent the 2nd largest industry sector to be punished by a carbon dioxide tax.

To be inflicted upon them (and us all) by the most deceitful and illegitimate government in the nation’s history.

A government with no mandate, under threat of the swear jar.

Voted for not by half, on a monumental lie.

Granted power by two rural “independents” selling out their own electorates.

Steered and puppeteered, by the dictates of just two men – Brown and Wilkie – representing a tiny fraction of the nation’s people.

300 Aussies, futures a-question, came to Canberra to make their voices heard.

To demand a destiny, of a majority’s choosing.

And none were there to support them.

Oh, we lauded and applauded them, sure.

From behind our computer screens, we clicked and we tweeted.

And we cheered and we retweeted.

From behind our keyboards, we waged a vainglorious war of words with opponents not a few.

And prided ourselves on our steely resolve.

From behind our steering wheels, far far away, we turned on our headlights.

And congratulated ourselves on our fine show of support.

Oh how rebellious and activist we felt.

Oh how we imagined ourselves to be their brothers- and sisters-in-arms.

But none of us would trouble ourselves, oh no, not to go the distance with them.

No, not to stand beside them.

None of us would put the pedal to the metal.

None of us would put our feet on the street.

None of us bums would take our bums off the seat.

Oh no, there were just so many good reasons. So many imperatives, and excuses.

We dared not take that day off work. We dared not incur the boss’s wrath. We dared not forgo even 1 days’ pay.

To go so far.  To spend a hundred, or a couple.  To inconvenience ourselves.

To be by their side.

To stand up and be counted for their future.

And our own.

No, that was just too much trouble.

No, we were not as the donkey with a carrot dangling before our eyes.

No, for we Aussie donkey voters, it was a Too Hard Basket that loomed largest in our monovision.

Not for us, the spirit of our ancestors past.

Not for us, the spirit of the Stockade.

Not for us, the spirit of physical rebellion against injustice and illegitimacy.

Not for us, the spirit of The Working People versus The Tax Trough Swillers.

No.

Oh no, no no.

For us, the spirit of apathy.

For us, the spirit of complacency.

For us, the spirit of cowardice.

For us, the spirit of excuse-making.

For us, the spirit of “someone else will do it”.

For us, the spirit of imagining.

For us, the spirit of dreaming.

For us, the spirit of the slave.

Imagine, oh slave, if you will.

Imagine yourself standing in the boots of those 300 free men and women.

Imagine yourself defying your boss.  Imagine yourself defying your “responsibilities”. For just one day.

Imagine yourself investing thousands … in dollars and minutes … to do as they did.

Imagine yourself doing all this, to stand up to their faces and express your vote of “No Confidence”.

Imagine how you would feel.

When for all those emails, all those comments, all those tweets and retweets of support … noone came, to stand beside you on the lawns of Parliament.

Imagine how you would feel.

When for all those great swelling words … they were only words.  Whitewashed noise, in background receding.

Imagine how you would feel.

Having to do it all over.

Just to get back home again.

Imagine how you would feel, being mocked by that illegitimate government.

Imagine how you would feel, when they all jeered and sneered.

And on the floor of Parliament, in the newspapers, on the TV, and throughout the interwebs.

Belittled and declared your Convoy of No Confidence … a Convoy of No Consequence.

Because no one came.

To stand by your side.

It is said, almost 60% of the nation’s voters do not support this illegitimate government’s continuing to govern.

It is said, over 60% of the nation’s voters oppose this illegitimate government’s CO2 tax.

60%. Of 14 million voters.

8.4 million dissenting “adults”.

And yet.

Only 300 brave souls stood tall on 22 August, 2011.

Only 300 showed they still have the true Australian soul.

For shame! Australia.

For shame.

When a nation has lost its soul, then the end is surely nigh.

Poor slave.

Of mind, soul, and spirit; this the course you have chosen to stay.

A choice made for you. And your children.

By your apathy. Your excuses. And your fear.

“Good riddance”, they’ll say, on that green day.

I hope you had the time of your life.

Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.

So make the best of this test
and don’t ask why.

It’s not a question
but a lesson learned in time.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.

For what it’s worth,
it was worth all the while.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

(music break)

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

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Barnaby Supports Convoy Of No Confidence

20 Aug

Media Release – Senator Barnaby Joyce, 19 August 2011:

Regional Australia is coming to Canberra

I would like to offer my support to those travelling to Canberra for the convoy of no confidence rally next week. I hope everyone takes their time and has a safe trip.

The Australian people everywhere you go are starting to have one retort and it is this – can you please get rid of them?

Whether it’s the secretary at the doctor’s surgery, the taxi driver, the lady behind the till, or the person standing next to you in the queue, they are no longer surprised by just how totally and utterly incompetent the government is.

The convoy of no confidence is the inevitable consequence of a population that is just sick to the back teeth on what is happening to their country.

They are not nasty, they just want them gone. These people are a mere expression of what the majority are feeling. They are regular truck drivers, regular people who are making a political point. They are driving to Canberra to ask the government to do the decent thing and go to an election. It is like when a relationship breaks down and now the Australian people are saying they want out, or more to the point they want the government out.

There are reports today that the Government is planning to gag debate in the Parliament on the carbon tax legislation. After denying the Australian people a vote on the carbon tax, they are planning to deny the Australian Parliament a voice.

But these people can make a difference. People in regional Australia are often frustrated by the lack of a voice they have in Canberra, Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane.

I want to remind those living outside these centres that they have changed the direction of their country over the past few years.

In 2009, it was regional Australia that first stood against Kevin Rudd’s emissions trading scheme, leading to its eventual defeat on the floor of the Senate. It was regional Australia that last year stood up against a Murray-Darling Basin Plan that was going to destroy the nation’s food bowl. And this year it was regional Australia that stood up against plans to end our live cattle trade, notwithstanding the devastation that was caused during the four weeks in which Four Corners ran the country.

All of these changes came about by the force of ordinary regional Australians standing up against the Green, nihilistic and negative vision that wants to shut down economic activity in regional Australia.

It is only half time in this fight on the carbon tax. There is no messiah coming over the hills to save us. The only way to stop this tax is for everyone to do what they can to make it happen.

Whether that is coming to Canberra on Monday, calling your local Labor or Independent members or writing to your local paper, every little effort helps to stop this tax.

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