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Saturday 15 December 2007

They're All Dogs




"Desperately he watched the walls begin to lean, the floor to tilt. Grabbing a stanchion, he hung on almost calmly as the cabin moved from vertical to horizontal, then into a complete roll. Dust, mud, water, bits of wood, and a few pounds of miscellaneous components showered down on him as he stood, shakily, in the centre of the cabin trying to find enough energy to scream."
Martin Logan.


They're all dogs, she said, as I approached the small huddle outside the train station. You don't have to tell me that, came the reply. I know. She gestured down the block. The streaky boy pushing the pram, nineteen and pale sick with scars up his arms, remained silent. Oh they're dogs mate; they'd do anything. I approached, pushed through, they barely parted for a pedestrian. The sky was closing in but the rain hadn't come, not yet.

Notes for a radio spot:

This story has had widespread coverage in Australia not just because of the horrific details of the case but the political backdrop. The decline in outback communities, with children sniffing petrol, not attending school and being regularly abused or neglected, is widely being seen as a failure of government policy, particularly left wing government policy. Billions and billions of dollars have been poured into the desert sands and the situation for many aboriginal people has simply got worse.

What is most shocking about this case is that it is not an isolated incident. The dysfunction and sexual abuse in remote communities has now sparked direct government takeover of dozens of isolated communities in the north of the country. It brings into stark relief the issues of child protection and the damaging impacts of passive welfare. The abuse and rape of so many of these kids is being painted as the abject failure of political correctness which has protected and concealed these disasters. Child protection officers are being accused of keeping cases from police.

The girl in question was born with foetal alcohol syndrome, making her somewhat intellectually disabled, at Cape York in the far north of the country. She was first abused at the age of five and placed in foster care, but then returned by child preotection authorities to the community, where raped by five boys at the age of seven. She was again removed.

After a number of failed placements she eventually settled and found some happiness with a white foster family.

Defying belief, officers from the Department of Child Safety child forced the child's removal back to the community where she had been raped. The girl's mother pleaded with them that the girl was not safe at Araukun.

At age ten she was raped by six youths three men in their early. She was raped on six other occasions.

The prosecutor of the case Steve Carter, tried to paint the rapes as childish sexual experimentation and described the boys and men involved as "naughty". The girl was reportedly offering sex in return for alcohol and cigarettes. Not surprisingly, the prosecutor has been stood down.

Cairns District Court judge Sarah Bradley, a graduate of the 1970s and something of a golden girl of left wing women lawyers and a public advocate for differential treatment of aboriginal offenders, allowed all nine attackers to walk free because the girl "probably agreed to have sex with all of you." She released six younger males with no conviction and gave three older males suspended sentences.

There's reports in parts of Australia of homes where children have taken the knobs off their bedroom doors to protect themselves. Most of the doors have been kicked in. Those children are not being protected.

Ever since the delivery of a nation transforming report Bringing Them Home, documented in graphic and moving detail the so-called stolen generation, the children who were removed for decades in the earlier parts of last century from indigenous families by charities and the authorities for decades; it has been very very difficult for child protection authorities to remove children from their families. The fear of creating another stolen generation has meant indigenous children are often left in circumstances which would not be tolerated in most Australian suburbs.

Politicians have been accused of instructing welfare workers not to report suspected child abuse cases to police. Police say cases of children showing up at clinics with gonorear or other sexually transmitted diseases are not passed on to them.

The complete collapse of these isolated communities has been going on for years, but has often been hidden from view by a thing called the permit system. I don't think a lot of people realise that there are vast tracts of Australia that with landrights have been handed back, and for outsiders to get in requires special permits and permission and can be quite difficult. What began with such noble intent, the gifting of land and effectively pride, in the end isolated these remote communities from all the benefits of the modern world.

I believe the complete moral and civic, spiritual and physical collapse of these communities, with chaotic scenes of alcohol abuse and child neglect, will be studied by amthropologists with great fascination for decades.

The former Federal Government began what is being called The Intervention in the Northern Territory, with the use of teams including the Federal Police, following a report Breaking The Silence which documented the complete social collapse of these communities. Alcohol and pornography have now been banned or strictly proscribed.

Our new Prime Minister Kevin Rudd met with aboriginal leaders on the weekend has suported the Intervention but said he will be reviewing it closely. The absue of indegenous chidlren is expected to be high on the agenda at a meeting of the Prime Minister and the country's premiers this week.



THE BIGGER STORY:


SMH:
Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama says he doesn't think his campaign will be hurt by the effort last week by an adviser for rival Hillary Clinton to bring attention to his admitted teenage drug use.

He suggested at the weekend that the Clinton campaign's increasingly negative tenor was a measure of a tightening race.

"I do think that the average American believes that what somebody does when they were a teenager 30 years ago is probably not relevant to how they're going to be performing as commander in chief of the United States," Obama said.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/us_and_americas/article3056283.ece

The new face of America
Once written off, Barack Obama is suddenly surging in the polls and could become the first African-American president . The reason is because he is the only man who can halt the racial, religious and cultural civil war that is tearing America apart.
Andrew Sullivan

Last week was a horrible one for Hillary Clinton. Her husband had thrown a wrench into her campaign to become president of the United States by declaring that he’d been against the Iraq war from the beginning - a transparent fib that reminded many Democrats of the pathological lying of the 1990s.

Two Clinton campaign staffers were then caught sending out e-mails warning that Barack Obama, her main rival for the Democrat ticket, was a closet Muslim. And one of her campaign co-chairmen raised the issue of Obama’s past drug use - something Obama had dealt with candidly years ago. Clinton was forced to apologise and her aide resigned. Grassroots Democrats were appalled at the descent into nastiness. It suggested desperation in the Clinton camp.

But everything came to a head in last Thursday’s Iowa debate between the Democratic candidates. Obama was asked by the moderator how he could claim to represent change on foreign policy when he had so many former Clinton administration officials advising him. Hillary burst into desperate laughter. “I’d love to hear him answer that,” she cackled. Obama paused, then fired: “Well, Hillary, I’m looking forward to having you advise me as well.” The audience erupted. In one moment, the Alpha Female ceded authority to the Alpha Male.

The Washington media are taken aback by Obama’s surge in the polls. They dismissed him months ago, buying into the notion that a Clinton presidency was inevitable. But they can’t ignore the facts in the key states: in Iowa, Obama is slightly ahead and has the organisational edge. In New Hampshire, Clinton’s double-digit lead has suddenly evaporated. In South Carolina, black voters have begun to switch en masse to Obama. It’s still far from over - and no one should discount Hillary Clinton - but the momentum is suddenly his.

Monday 10 December 2007

After Clicking Done




Admiration, n.: Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves.
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To be positive: To be mistaken at the top of one's voice.
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Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum (I think that I think, therefore I think that I am.)
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Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.
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There wasn't anyway through this, the nervous clasping, and he was in sympathy for lost causes, fervent but unfashionable beliefs. The damaged building loomed over them, familiar faces looked up and away, caught in wintry sunlight. He could see remotely familiar faces in the crowd who he knew were detectives. Everything was closing in. Indeed had closed in long ago. His viral count was up and he was on another batch of herbs. His new car whizzed through the streets, and gave him pleasure, briefly, before he was faced once more with the stark truth. They had come to this. They had surrendered. His dissenting voice had failed. They had, all of them, become automatums.

The decline of the country he had once loved so passionately, had been so proud to be part of, began innocuously enough. New anti-terror laws had seemed appropriate enough; in the post September 11 environment when the world was gripped in fear of Islamo-fascists. Long fought for freedoms were dispensed with; just like that. Legislation drafted and passed and the toiling masses barely noticed. Civil libertarians poked up their whingy voices and no one listened. He certainly hadn't listened. His preoccupations had been graver, more profound; he had been gripped by a far greater melancholy than they would ever know. That was a result of being born defective; he felt too much.

The backlash had been slow; scattered; unfashionable, stifled, closely monitored by the authorities. He should have known better, but didn't. Those meetings, so long ago, had seemed futile to him even then. There were no grave consequences. They didn't even really understand what they were fighting against. Before the implants. Before his intelligence had been augmented in what had once seemed dramatic and exciting ways. He was drifting away from Don now; in the crowd. Coffee, he shouted over the noise; more sirens in the distance; sheltering under the crumbling facade. Don shrugged; and slipped into the crowd, disappearing before his eyes.

It left him there, bewitched, uncertain; his thoughts echoing through the empty chamber of his head. And beyond the mop-up what was the story? Nothing he could grasp. Nothing that would satisfy his bosses. And he turned away from the grand marble entrance of the building he had learnt to hate more than any other building in the city; one foot before the other, his skeleton imprinted on the planet surface and his head in a thousand places. He looked back at the crowd which still stood behind the police tape, staring in awe, or disbelief, or perhaps even satisfaction; and this time recognised no one. It wasn't his city, his place, his time, any more. The doctor's warnings rang in his head, as he walked fearfully back to the office.



THE BIGGER STORY:



Lone voice of dissent censored by United Nations
Written By: Tom Swiss
Published In: News Releases
Publication Date: December 13, 2007
Publisher: The Heartland Institute


(CHICAGO, Illinois - December 13, 2007) -- For the second time this week, the International Climate Science Coalition (ICSC) was kicked off the press schedule for the United Nations' climate conference in Bali, Indonesia.

The ICSC is a group of scientists from Africa, Australia, Europe, India, New Zealand, and the U.S. who contend sound science does not support the outrageous claims and draconian regulations proposed in Bali.

The ICSC team leader, Bryan Leyland, an expert in carbon and energy trading, reported, "This morning I confirmed we had the main conference hall for 9:00 AM tomorrow. At 4:30 PM today, I found that Barbara Black bumped us off the schedule and closed further bookings. I'm fuming."

Black is NGO liaison officer for the UN Framework Convention on Climate Change in Bali.

Earlier in the week, UN officials in Bali closed down the ICSC's first press conference there. Black interrupted the press conference and demanded the scientists immediately cease. She threatened to have the police physically remove them from the premises.

Black's efforts are part of the United Nations' ongoing censorship of dissenting voices at Bali. ICSC scientists have been prevented from participating in panel discussions, side events, and exhibits.

For further information:

Bryan Leyland
+64 21 978 996
bryanleyland@mac.com
Christopher Monckton
+44 7980 634784
monckton@mail.com

Posted by A Dog Named Kyoto

Sunday 9 December 2007

Infinite Silence Infinite Melancholy




"The order of Trappist monks got it right - keep your counsel and maintain hope."
John Howard, deposed Prime Minister of Australia.

These were all the cruelties that came gushing out; the infinite longing and the sensation of being utterly lost; while all around is Christmas and celebration; other people's celebration. I didn't know what had become of me. I didn't know that the world was changing. He was teary for no reason and clung to things that were utterly pointless. The changing political tide was only fast in retrospect. At the time he had barely noticed anything. There were inappropriate tears and maudlin chaos. Get a grip get a grip. Then a man says brightly, "another day in paradise", and I look up, startled. Paradise? Not in here it ain't.

He looked up and around and was surprised by the number of faces he recognised in the crowd. Don was looking at him strangely; waiting for him to act. But what was he to do? Gesture to the police; indicate to them the man he thought was guilty. Explain that it was just a feeling; that his enhanced brain had triggled together the dots; that scene after scene kept flashing through his brain, neatly dated, neatly timed. Born with the lost twin syndrome; he kept thinking there was someone he could turn to, some advice he could take, some way to escape the gripping tendrils; the melancholy with which he was born. The pit of his stomach kept sinking, there was no way out.

Henrietta has left for Thailand and the house is much quieter. The politics had moved; so that he and his ilk were not just no longer fashionable; but no longer deserving. The Rudd government is all off to Bali to talk Kyoto. I ran into Bernadette today at a meeting in Newtown; and even she thinks it's all a crock. I was there in '92 and I helped draft it; she said. It's not just shite, it's worse than shite, she said. And yet everyone is in a grip, we're signing Kyoto and we've all moved on to a higher moral plain. The dogs keep whining at the back door; and I don't know, I really don't know, how to move from here back to the promised land; to "another day in paradise", to climb back into sanity and be happy again.

And then the phone rang, again. His boss, again. And he couldn't believe in this modern life of opportunity and colour and easy magnificence, that he had become a slave.

THE BIGGER STORY:


ABC:

Reporter: Rebecca Barrett
MARK COLVIN: Commonwealth-State relations got their first real road test since the federal election today, at a meeting of the nation's Health Ministers. And if we're to believe them, it was all sweetness and light.

The Ministers said after their meeting in Hobart that the blame game on health had ended. Their task was to begin discussing the next hospital funding agreement. The Federal Government had come with an offer of $600-million to start clearing elective surgery waiting lists around the country.

State and territory ministers now have a week to come up with plans to wipe out the backlog. The new Commonwealth money should start flowing early in the New Year.

Rebecca Barrett reports.

REBECCA BARRETT: By all accounts, it was a very unusual health ministers meeting.

It seems there was no sparring or even disagreement as the nation's all-Labor Health Ministers sat down together for the first time.

STEPHEN ROBERTSON: Today is the end of the blame game. Today is the first day where all state, territory and commonwealth health ministers are dedicated to working together to improve health care in this country.

Friday 7 December 2007

Cascading Wit




Cocaine is the drug of ego. All shiny surface and hollow euphoria, it's the drug of stockbrokers and estate agents. Of puppet governments and corporate warmongers. Of thin girls with expensive teeth and cheap souls, of sharp subprime boys whipping fast financial horses. Where acid dissolves ego, cocaine is powdered narcissism. The Age of Aquarius is dead. All hail the Age of Celebrity. Do what? Invest, obviously, in coca futures.
Elizabeth Farrelly


He answered his phone and wished he hadn't. Where are you, she demanded. You can't just walk out without telling me where you are.
Of course not, he thought, because then you wouldn't have total control.
Total control, over you. A pop song from long ago.
I just had a feeling...
You're not paid to have feelings.
Finally, a flash of anger. It was all very well to be a control freak, but this woman was beyond anything...
He was cured, he had been cured for a long time. He was coming back.
I just had a feeling, he repeated...
She started frothing at the other end of the phone.
He turned it off.
He should have turned it off a long time ago. No one should be constantly humiliated, as he was. Nothing was right. The crowds were tittering, as if the surface had been tilted.
There were still wisps of smoke from the top of the building, and a curious crowd. The crime scene tape was still intact, and kept the crowd back.
He scanned the faces, and wasn't in the least bit surprise to see Don, standing there with a group of others. Three men and a woman, he thought. Just staring. As if they couldn't believe it.
He made his way over to them.
Don looked up, mistrustful after their conversation.
What happened? he asked.
Nothing that's not in the newspapers, he replied, staring at his old friend.
How was this to play, what was he to do?
Call the police? This is my old friend, I think he did it.
Now, standing next to him, he felt even more certain. He took in his companions, he had seen them, in those meetings, in those rooms in those remote suburban church halls. His brain was doing overtime, checking the archives.
Well, I don't suppose everyone will grieve, he said.
Perhaps, Don grunted, and just kept on staring. Weren't the guilty always meant to return to the scene? Wasn't this too big a give away?
"Perhaps," he said again quietly. "But certainly not everybody."
"Maybe we should go somewhere, talk?" he asked.
"You're a newspaper man, and not to be trusted," Don said. "Even if I knew something, which I don't, you'd be the last person..."
"Don, I know you know," he said quietly. "If I know, it's only a matter of time before the authorities catch up."


THE BIGGER STORY:

SMH:

TREASURER Wayne Swan flies to the international climate change conference in Bali today carrying an ultra-cautious message on targets for cutting greenhouse gas emissions.

As part of the Government team arriving over the next week, Mr Swan will set the stage for Australia to resist growing pressure to sign up to a 2020 target.

From Australia, Prime Minister Kevin Rudd overruled the official Australian delegation in Bali after it last week endorsed a 25 to 40 per cent cut in 1990 greenhouse gases levels by 2020.

Mr Swan told The Sun-Herald before departing that the Government would await a report commissioned from Professor Ross Garnaut before committing Australia to short-term targets.

"Labor has a policy to reduce greenhouse gases by 60 per cent by 2050, but any interim target will depend on the Garnaut report," he said.

Professor Garnaut, the head of economics at the Australian National University and chairman of the Government's climate change review committee, will not deliver his report until the middle of next year. Professor Garnaut is attending the Bali conference.