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Wake Up Time!

6 Jul

When the shearing sheds are silent
and the stock camp’s fallen quiet,

When the gidgee coals no longer glow
across the outback night,

And the bush is forced to hang a sign,
“Gone broke and won’t be back!”

And spirits fear to find a way beyond
the beaten track.

When harvesters stand derelict, upon
the wind swept plains,

And brave hearts pin their hopes no
more on chance of loving rains.

When a hundred outback settlements
are ghost towns overnight,

When we’ve lost the drive and heart
we had to once more see us right.

When “Pioneer” means a stereo, and
“Digger” some backhoe,

And the “Outback” is behind the
house – there’s nowhere else to go.

And “ANZAC” is a biscuit brand,
and probably foreign owned,

And education really means
brainwashed and neatly cloned.

When you have to bake a loaf of
bread to make a decent crust,

And our heritage once enshrined in
gold is crumbling to dust.

And old folk pay their camping fees
on land for which they fought,

And fishing is a great escape; this is
until you’re caught.

When you see our kids with Yankee
caps, and resentment in their eyes,

And the soaring crime and hopeless
hearts is no longer a surprise.

When the name of RM Williams is a
yuppie clothing brand,

Not a product of our heritage that
grew off the land.

When offering a handshake makes people
think you’ll amputate,

And two dogs meeting in the street is
what you call a “Mate.”

When “Political Correctness” has
replaced all common sense,

When you’re forced to see it their way,
there’s no sitting on the fence.

Yes, one day you might find yourself
an outcast in this land,

Perhaps your heart will tell you then,
“I should have made a stand.”

Just go and ask the farmers,
that should remove all doubt.

Then join the swelling ranks who say,
“Don’t sell Australia out!”

~ Chris Long (Cairns)

“You’re A Good Sort, I Must Avert My Eyes Before You Slap Me” – Barnaby On Political Correctness

17 Jun

From the Canberra Times:

We are free to embrace feelings

When you are travelling, and I have just got back from India and Malaysia, you always question if there are actual differences in culture and, if so, what are our peculiarities or attributes as Australians. I believe strongly that business and politics in Australia reflect an attribute which may have a historical legacy, based on disdain for authority, but has evolved into an egalitarian impartiality between us, cheeky politeness and a disdain for obsequiousness.

If we were politically correct then nicknames would be a prosecutable offence, however, in the vast majority of occasions they have an edge even when they are a term of endearment. How often do you relate the person to the salutation they give you, a name you had at school, a name a sporting team gave you, a name you had at work? Maybe it is the case that when you are called “Barnaby” the Australian idiom is more insistent on an informality to replace what it believes is too many syllables.

How many names from the Asian sector of Australia have been changed to a form that bears absolutely no resemblance to their actual name? There was a great bloke at university from Canberra called Keung Su but everybody knew him as Bill, in fact he introduced himself as such. One day when his close mates went to Canberra to see him they asked his father if they could speak to Bill. The story goes that his father disparagingly said that “no Bill lives here only Keung”. I remember at the end of my school days having people ask if Barnaby was really my name as I was always called Joycey. There were many who thought Barnaby was a nick name.

The stronger the character at times the more abrupt the nick name. Australia brings you into the group by removing the formality and putting you at ease. When travelling it is that capacity to take it down a cog in a world of protocols by reason that you hear our accent in the crowd and move in that direction. The egalitarian camaraderie which is our nation’s ethos may not boost your ego but it does lower your blood pressure. I believe it also helps in being more frank and cutting to the essence of an issue and coming to a conclusion rather than spending the whole meeting dotting personality ‘I’s and crossing your ‘t’s and leaving the meeting wondering what on earth the outcome was.

Informality is different to rudeness and a joke should not be extended to an insult. In Australia at times we have allowed that term called correctness to remove the essence of the warm egalitarian informality that is one of our greatest attributes. We look, we think, we check ourselves and we say nothing and the person’s day stays down rather than saying something nice with a bit of humour that actually picks the person up and makes them feel good. “Geese mate you’re looking great, you’ve lost so much weight, have you got worms?” It is the Australian tradition not to be saccharine so we appendage our praise with a humorous semi-deflating retort, but the compliment is there and their day is better.

Now we have become hesitant. We see someone, especially of the fairer sex, but we dare not tell them that they look nice. Luckily we have managed to re-engage that to open a door for a lady is not going to bring an end to the social advancement of women. If we fall for the trap of political correctness we manage to further emasculate that treasured part of the Australian culture, the genuine warmth of our informality and the capacity to speak our mind as equals. Structured societies are very formal, they are very politically correct and one might suggest that this has not been the greatest conduit to social advancement. But if someone says “you’re a good sort, I must avert my eyes before you slap me” then there can be the immediate movement to out this person as a misogynist when maybe, just maybe, it really was a compliment.

Now before you think I am reflecting on a recent tete-a-tete, I am not. Just reflecting that what I love about my country is that we have a freedom that allows us to abhor sycophancy and embrace that polite and free exchange of our more genuine and true feelings.

The Real Reason Why Gillard’s A Spinster

1 May

Why is Julia Gillard really an unmarried, childless, career politician spinster?

The answer may surprise you.

Take a look at the following chart, showing Commonwealth Treasury Note auctions from March 2009 through this past Friday (click to enlarge):

Source: Australian Office of Financial Management (AOFM)

Since Ms Gillard took over the nation’s top job, the size of weekly Treasury Note auctions has jumped dramatically.  Under Gillard, the government has auctioned $46.7 billion worth of Treasury Notes in just 10 months.  By contrast, the Fairy Ruddfather sprinkled $50.2 billion in the preceding 15 months, before Gillard banished him to the spare bedroom:

Now, it’s important to understand the special significance of Treasury Notes.  According to the Australian Office of Financial Management (AOFM):

Treasury Notes are short-term debt securities used primarily to meet within-year funding flows. Issuance decisions are made weekly and depend on the Government’s projected daily cash position for the weeks ahead.

Then there’s this:

Treasury Notes are not expected to make a major contribution to overall funding for the 2010-11 financial year as a whole.

Right. With 2 months to go, she’s already auctioned $11.1 billion (31.5%) more in Treasury Notes than the Fairy Ruddfather did in the previous financial year.


Clearly, a Gillard-led government is incapable of managing the weekly cashflow.  The kitchen’s closed, the children are running amok, the House is a shambles, and the budget is out of control, ever since she took over the purse-strings.

Which explains once and for all, why she’s an unmarried, childless, career politician spinster.



P.S.  I thought it apropos to reveal Gillard’s big secret today.  A day so very close to Julia’s heart.  International Worker’s Day.  Labour Day.  Otherwise known as May Day.

That’s also why I’ve changed this blog’s theme colour for today – in honour of the occasion.  Though I’ll admit it was rather difficult to decide whether it was more apropos to go red or …

“Socialist governments traditionally do make a financial mess. They always run out of other people’s money.”

– Margaret Thatcher, 1976

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