Search This Blog

Wednesday, 25 December 2013

ELECTRONIC STORM

Clunes - North Coast, NSW



And so, here where the electronic dancers kept their secrets, where the haunting shadows settled into a warmer place, there came days of a kind of archival bliss; they talked about almost everything. He hadn't been amongst native English speakers for years; anything complex was simplified into almost mono-syllables. Sure, there was an educated class, but he had not sought them out;  and remained fascinated by the bars he should have left long ago. There was a way forward, he just didn't know what it was. Frightened of the future, mortified by the past, he remained frozen in a kind of juvenile detention; half baked, half longing.

So instead they ordered another bottle.

There was going to be an end to it all, he just didn't know what it was.

He could spot the miscreants from a hundred paces if needs be; but they weren't going down that path. You could always find whatever golden stream you sought, if money was no object. Kept imprisoned, in a strange way they also kept him safe. So he just bided his time and waited; and soon they peeled their way off in boredom, and the shock of what had happened, it, too, peeled away into an alternative past, a healing present. Roads not taken. A ruthful shrug. "I know, I know."

And still they said: "I didn't know that about him."

As if they should have cared.

And so he embraced the new, if not with open arms, with an increasingly positive attitude. Less frightened of being alone. Less horrified by the dance he had embarked upon, or been led on. "The problem was nobody among the devils cared about you," Gerardo said.

And having embraced so many disparate groups down the decade, and normally been welcome, he had not realised he had been caught in a group of thieving, poisonous snakes; until it was too late.

"I will never see you again." The thought ran like a loop for days, and then disappeared.

THE BIGGER STORY:

NAIROBI — Kenyan President Uhuru Kenyatta declared Tuesday night that the four-day-long siege of an upscale mall in the capital by Islamist militants has ended with the deaths of five attackers and 11 in custody. He announced three days of mourning for the more than 60 people killed in the attack, a death toll that he said is expected to rise with the recovery of more bodies from the mall.
“As a nation, our head is bloodied but unbowed,” Kenyatta said in a televised address. “We have ashamed and defeated our attackers.”
The Liberal strategy to turn the focus to Rudd’s dysfunction was supported by a secret tactical tool.
The Financial Review reports that held deep within the top strategy group of the Liberal war room was a document which gave a name and a diagnosis to the personality of Kevin Rudd. It was a document provided to the Liberal’s strategy team on an informal basis by a psychiatrist friendly to the Liberals after Rudd had returned to the Labor leadership on June 26. In a nutshell, this document offered an arm’s-length diagnosis of Rudd as suffering a personality disorder known as “grandiose narcissism”.
The document was not shown to Abbott, but rather remained within the strategy group as an informal check-list, often as a tool for comparison after Rudd had already behaved in ways that the Liberal strategists believed could be leveraged to their advantage. The Liberal war room had reached its own conclusions about Rudd long ago, based on his public behaviour and the damning revelations of his colleagues.
Describing grandiose narcissism as less a psychiatric disease and more a destructive character defect, the document suggested Rudd was held together by one key strut: an absolute conviction of intellectual superiority over everyone else. “Kick out that strut and he will collapse".
Rudd, the document went on, was vulnerable to any challenge to his self-belief that he was more widely-read, smarter and more knowledgeable than anyone else “on the planet”. Such a condition of grandiose narcissism would make Rudd obsessively paranoid, excessively vindictive – “prepared to wait years to get revenge”.
Rudd would be threatened by a rival in any of his fields and would be obsessively paranoid and ready to retaliate to real or perceived threats; he would suffer from excessive suspicion. This could be tactically exploited, the document suggested, by promoting the idea that Rudd was merely a caretaker prime minister, to be terminated by colleagues once the election was won.
The document – simple in its construct and in many ways echoing a view clearly held inside Labor itself where many of Rudd’s colleagues had described him as dysfunctional – raised a riddle no one could answer; if the symptoms were all so obvious and the character flaws so marked, how was it that Labor had chosen Rudd not once, but twice to lead the country?

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

THE PLACES FLED VIII

Oak Flats - Google Phone


We were coming around the corner when we first saw them. We didn't know our own faces were being dismembered with the wind; and for a moment were glad at the sight of other humans. All else had been let loose. Caravans came and went. Ancient voices were easily detected. But in a strange way the silence that now enveloped him was equally as disturbing as the haranguing chorus that had been with him for so long. The Thais had never heard of Privacy Legislation; didn't like foreigners and were prepared to believe what they wanted to believe. That was a strange chorus, a jerking dance of despair. So many resources, for what, an elderly foreigner? To ridicule someone they had deceived and stolen from? To protect their own?

"They're incredibly racist," Peter said, sitting on his North Coast verandah as they shot the breeze.
"They're the most racist people on Earth," he responded; and they made sounds of agreement as they watched the palms at the bottom of the garden turn into silhouettes against the darkening sky.
"But you were always fascinated. You used to ask me about it all the time."

Peter had done a stint subbing at the Bangkok Post; and he always wanted to know everything, the mystery.

And still in those most beautiful places there was mystery; an air of opportunity.

Here flowers decorated the neat small garden beds at the front of fibro houses; there were no conspicuous displays of wealth; or any wealth to start with. And the casualties, of brand, of honour, the death of personality; all these things creeped through the lowering air and were gone; because there was no solution. Everything crept slowly away, as if forever depleted. He still envied other people their ordinary lives; and tried to go quietly about his own; as if the agony ripped across his soul wasn't there; and we were all gone to a better place. "I can see that now."

http://www.washingtonpost.com/world/africa/explosions-gunfire-at-kenyan-mall-as-armed-attack-enters-3rd-day/2013/09/23/b0b558be-2442-11e3-b3e9-d97fb087acd6_story.html

THE BIGGER STORY:

NAIROBI — Kenyan security forces on Monday seized control of a luxury shopping mall that had been attacked by Islamist militants, but officials said some assailants remained hidden inside stores in the mall and little was known about who staged the brazen attack and what countries they came from.
A total of 62 people were killed after the gunmen, from the Islamist al-Shabab militia, burst into the Westgate Premier Shopping mall at lunchtime Saturday and began shooting, said Joseph Ole Lenku, a senior official with the Interior Ministry.
Labor would have been reduced to a parliamentary rump worse than in the Whitlam defeat of 1975 had it not replaced Julia Gillard with Kevin Rudd as prime minister, according to leaked internal polling.
Mr Rudd saved Labor at least 15 seats, including those of enemies Wayne Swan, Warren Snowdon and Gary Gray, who would all have lost their jobs if Labor had persisted with Ms Gillard, according to the polling.
In the months before the June 26 leadership coup, Labor's pollster told the party's national office to expect negative swings as large as 18 per cent, wiping out key electorates across Australia. It suggests Labor seats would have been reduced from 71 to 40, rather than the 55 it is now expected to hold.

Monday, 23 December 2013

THE PLACES FLED VII




He could feel them, the lice in the wall; so it was that they came full circle, to the places they had fled. There wasn't room for regret, or so he would have liked to think. Other pictures, other stories, curled in a ceaseless loop. He could have been shadowed; but there was no need. Time took its own toll. In an advanced state of whimsy. He went to the site of the old hospital where he was born, in the North Coast village of Bangalow. It had been demolished some 20 years before, replaced by an Area Health Service. The car park, perhaps, was where it took place. He said a thank you for his life and moved on; although some days were wretched still. In the frigid heat, in the established routines of other people's lives. He was still just passing through, wherever he was. These days you could spend $10 on a pie and a milkshake in Bangalow.

Except for here, now with good coffee, a range of services and ever rising real estate prices, the dead hand of socialism, or whatever it was, had hoovered every last cent off the populace and cast them back a decade. For k after k on the Pacific Highway from Sydney, there were no new shops, hotels, businesses. Petrol stations were increasingly far apart. Nobody had spent any money on their houses. For Sale signs were everywhere.

The only industry expanding was red light cameras, speed cameras, school zone cameras, average speed cameras; crewsing cops. Itinerants were lucky to survive any sort of misidentificatoin. They were curling between the reaches; the wowsers had won. Closing Time is 12 o'clock ran the campaign in Bryon Bay, supposedly an international destination. Alcohol fueled violence they parrotted; as if noone should dare do anything.  The Death of Fun, as the old headline had gone. There was almost no visible black money running through the economy; over-regulation had seen to that. But without it was gone the cream; money churning through the place, immediately spent. Now nobody was spending anything. And nothing was more difficult than being legitimate.

There was a new Prime Minister on the throne.

"It's important to be modest," Tony Abbott said.

And the world turned on its axis, and the so-called unelectable was convincingly elected.

THE BIGGER STORY:

http://edition.cnn.com/2013/09/22/world/africa/kenya-mall-attack/

Nairobi, Kenya (CNN) -- Authorities in Kenya appeared close to ending a deadly siege early Monday at an upscale Nairobi mall, where attackers have killed at least 68 people, injured 175, and were believed to be holding about 30 people hostage.
"All efforts are underway to bring this matter to a speedy conclusion," the Kenyan military announced on Twitter.
It said that "most of the hostages have been rescued and security forces have taken control of most parts of the building."
Earlier, police had tweeted that a "MAJOR assault" by security forces was ongoing.
The developments come two days after Al-Shabaab militants first stormed the shopping center, spraying bullets and unleashing chaos.
There are believed to be between 10-15 gunmen involved in the attack, according to Kenyan President Uhuru Kenyatta.
Sources within Al-Shabaab told CNN that nine names listed on a Twitter site -- now suspended -- were people who were among the alleged hostage-takers.
Three of the alleged attackers are from the United States, two are from Somalia and there is one each from Canada, Finland, Kenya and the United Kingdom, according to the list.
Kenyatta vowed Sunday to hold those responsible for the violence, accountable.
The tragedy is personal for the president; one of his nephews and his fiancee were among the dead.
"They shall not get away with their despicable, beastly acts. Like the cowardly perpetrators now cornered in the building, we will punish the masterminds swiftly and indeed very painfully," Kenyatta said.
'Bunch of cowards'
Sporadic gunfire could be heard throughout the day Sunday, and at least one explosion. Those sounds were followed by periods of tense silence.
Soldiers kept vigil outside the mall, guns dangling from their shoulders. Helicopters approached later in the day.
The Kenyan Red Cross tweeted that nine bodies were recovered Sunday night, bringing the death toll to 68.
More than 175 were injured in the attack, Kenyatta said. He and other Kenyan officials visited hospitals Sunday morning.
"No one should lose their life so needlessly, so senselessly and no family should have to receive news that their loved ones have been killed by a criminal bunch of cowards," the president said.
The mall siege was the deadliest terror attack in Kenya since al Qaeda blew up the U.S. Embassy there in 1998, killing 213 people.

Sunday, 8 December 2013

GONSKY: THE PERFECT STORM

Tony Abbott The Australian Election 2013 Courtesy The Herald Sun 


Kevin Rudd has finally gone, trailing with him the same peculiar circumlocutions of thought, the same baby talk and the same Canberra bureaucratic babble that had infested his brain throughout the campaign. Gone were the glory days of signing Kyoto and the national reconciliation, giant thought bubbles which had the nation enthralled in euphoric virtue.

Gonsky; as he said on his Kitchen Cabinet interview with Annabelle Crabbe for the Australian Broadcasting Commission. 

Gone, but not forgotten for a very long time. 

Kevin earnt his nickname Captain Chaos until the very end; showing up to cast his vote with wife Teresa Rein but not having alerted the Australian Electoral Commission prior to his arrival. And thereby creating pandamonium as the media fought with AEC officials over access and jostled for position; because whatever the shot, you cannot afford to miss it.

While Michael sat on his elderly mother's couch and watched the election on television. He missed, badly missed, being in the centre of everything.

THE BIGGER STORY:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-24000133
Australia's opposition has crushed the governing Labor party in a general election that has returned the Liberal-National coalition to power for the first time in six years.
The coalition won 88 seats to Labor's 57 in the 150-seat parliament.
Liberal leader Tony Abbott, who will be prime minister, promised a competent and trustworthy government.
Outgoing PM Kevin Rudd earlier admitted defeat and said he would not stand again for the Labor leadership.
The main election issues were how to tackle an expected economic slowdown, whether to keep a tax on carbon emissions, and how to reduce the number of asylum seekers arriving by boat.
Mr Rudd called the election after defeating Julia Gillard in a leadership challenge in June, amid dismal polling figures that showed Labor on course for a wipe-out.
Kevin! Kevin!
Rudd: Gees, I thought we'd lost. My fellow Australians, my fellow Queenslanders. And follow members of the great Australian Labor Party. Today we have fought the good fight as the great Australian Labor Party. Tonight is the time to unite as the great Australian nation. Because whatever our politics may be we are all first and foremost Australian. And the things that unite us are more powerful than the things that divide us which is why the world marvels at Australia.
This country which can manage its political differences peacefully and conduct the most vigorous of debates peacefully and resolve our politics peacefully and with civility, that is why this country is such a great country is such a great country. And that in this marvellous tapestry of modern Australia, the mosaic of our multicultural nation that with fashion such unity out of diversity, therein lies the great Australian miracle.
Which is why we are all proud to be Australian. A short time ago I telephoned Tony Abbott to concede defeat at these national elections.
As PM of Australia I wish him well now in the high office of PM of this country. Therese and I wish he, Margie and their family well in coping with the stresses and strains of high office that lie ahead. We know a little bit of what that is like.
And Therese and I look forward to greeting them at the Lodge early next week in the same gracious manner with which Mr and Mrs Howard welcomed us six years ago. Now I want to speak to Labor people and Labor supporters everywhere across Australia.
Gees, a couple more days we might have got there. I know that Labor hearts are heavy across the nation tonight and as your PM and as your parliamentary leader of the great Australian Labor Party I accept responsibility. I gave it my all but it was not enough for us to win. I'm proud that despite all the prophets of doom that we have preserved our Federal Parliamentary Labor Party as a viable fighting force for the future.
And I'm also proud of the fact that despite the pundits we appear to have held every seat in Queensland.
I saw Sky News just before saying we're all gone, including me. Anyway. I'm proud of the fact that we've held each of our seats in Queensland, I'm proud of the fact that every cabinet minister has been returned at this election. And I'm proud that practically all other members of our executive have been returned as well. But tonight, but tonight we have lost many fine Labor men and women from our Parliament and I would like to thank them personally for their courage and their unswerving commitment to our cause, to our party and to our nation.
Just as I would like to thank each and every one of you, the true believers of Australia, who have worked so hard this campaign for your unswerving commitment and to our cause and to our nation.

Friday, 6 December 2013

THE BEAUTY OF MEN

Random pics and sad songs courtesy fanpop.com


First he wrote a book called Dancer from the Dance. Then Andrew Holleran wrote an immensely sad book called The Beauty of Men. From what had once seemed an eternal party, he went back to the boondocks to take care of his aging mother. If these were the places fled, Michael did not know. "He worked so hard for it," the female officer said of the money the Thais had pillaged and he had squandered in a kind of unknowing, delinquent despair. Whether it was a broken heart or not, he did not know. "Sad story," another officer, knowing he could hear her, said. While all the time he pretended not to know a thing.

"i couldn't believe how upset the guy was," said another of his original pursuers from the house next door. Or was it opposite. He didn't know. All he knew was that everything barrelled down to a low point; and now there were times when he just couldn't handle anything. Holleran, having fled the AIDS ravaged scene of New York, couldn't have been lonelinier as he drover around the flat marshes surrounding his mother's house. Some people kept in touch, but not many, and he had no energy for them. The scene had gone, and with it, so many of his friends. Those haunting descriptions of their dying days. While inside he ached and ached; as if the natural order of things had finally come undone; and all was lost.

Holleran searched for love, or occasional contact, in all the places that men normally do, but out there, on the flat marshes or by the river, there was little movement. Sometimes there was noone at all. He fell inappropriately, hopelessly, in love with a young man down the road, not far from his mother's house, and that, in its obsession, intensely aware of his aging body, was the saddest cut of all. Nothing could be changed, not his longing, his loneliness, his age, his dead friends, thoughts unbidden. Why don't you travel? Michael thought, when he read the book, but his mother was dying and true enough, some people, most in fact, were not born to travel, it never seemed to cross their mind.

So what happened after his mother died? Michael didn't know, he hadn't read any sequels. Perhaps there weren't any sequels, but the same dismal course. The same appalling honesty. What could be dressed up as an "unblinking gaze", if one was writing advertising copy. He could see the amenities by the river. The occasional car. The men who stopped on their way home from work; or on their roamings. Searching for what, being what? Heat and damp and a terrible aloneness, was that all that was left? The Beauty of Men might more accurately have been called The Loneliness of Men, and so they swirled into a cutthroat world, unintended, full of unintended consequence, and Michael found himself in the same place, caring, just by being there, for his aging mother; a refugee from the dance, or from his own delinquent chaos, saddened by everything that had happened, still wishing, sometimes, that the light would just go out. 

And staring, yes unblinking, at the places fled.

THE BIGGER STORY:

Nearly a week into President Obama’s campaign to convince Congress that airstrikes against Syria are necessary, he has achieved little headway against a wall of skepticism on Capitol Hill.
The president’s challenge is made more difficult by the fact that the two parties are splintered on the issue — and that lawmakers say they are hearing virtually no support for an attack from their constituents at home.

Kevin Rudd has showed off his prowess in the kitchen  in an appearance on ABC TV's Kitchen Cabinet.
Filmed two weeks ago, hours before Mr Rudd took security briefings on the worsening situation in Syria, the episode – hosted by Annabel Crabb – showed Mr Rudd and his daughter Jess in relaxed form, baking chocolate brownies and talking about the importance of family.
Mr Rudd revealed that ''every decision I have made about what I do in life is one that I've worked through with our family''.
''We actually mull these things over for a bit,'' he said. ''We have formal family conferences when anyone wants to do anything significant and so therefore we know what we're doing and why we're doing it and if it works out that's terrific and it doesn't work out you know that you've actually approached it with a reasonable motivations.''


THE PLACES FLED VI

Courtesy Aus Bush Adeventure

They invaded every part of an otherwise quiet life; working, occasional outages, a slow explore. They crept under every door, through every window. Evil, black, all these things, the chorus of voices crept through every opening in the fabric; haunted. A deliberate haunting. There was no good will. No shadow of decency. The mob had taken over, and the mob had no heart. No shred of anything that could be called reason. And he could hear them still. It was a long time ago? Then put yourself through it; and see for yourself. Frail. Elderly. Gone to God. These were things that would not stop swirling in his dreams. The only cure was time. In this distant, ancient place. Away from an unpleasant world. Cursed and cast; he didn't care if he never saw the emerald city again.

He missed the routine of getting up and going to work. Which was strange considering how much of a yoke it had seemed. Miserable in the core of things. But reflections and past injustices; was that all that was left? A craven corner in a craven world; and then finished. He wasn't safe here; he wasn't safe anywhere. They flocked in reaches far out of mind; but remained. An evil head. A malicious laugh. You could tell them to stop laughing. Oh how funny they had thought it was. 

He could see, in the old Chinese policeman, the probing, angry glare which was meant to instil fear. But he looked guilty, caught in a lie, there in the Babylon sauna, guilty, stupid and dishonest, with a towel wrapped around his waist. An older man tried to kiss him; with the same guilt and sense of jeopardy. "No like," Michael declared, pulling away from a mushy kiss of death, in darkened labrynths where, comparatively early in the carnival of flesh, men lurked in dark corners and waited for the combinations of personnel to fall into place. The fast, the frantic, grappling, their much boasted about prowess over in barely seconds. They were craven, stupid, and with hearts like flinty black blancmange, and so he walked away to yet another observation post; sat on a corner bar stool, and watched.

They knew he was there. Word always spread quickly. And so they came. To see what? To get a laugh? In the hope of killing him? To try and humiliate him once again? 

Just as he had long ago realised that you could not be bullied if you did not allow it; had acquired some forms of resilience on a troubled, delinquent path, so he painfully discovered you could not be humiliated if you did not let them. It was an insanity. The police were so hated that some silently barracked for him. Everything they did blew up in their face. Why they weren't all sacked he would never know. Power came in many strange forms. In the corridors of steam, instant casual beauty. It is for some to have, and some to want. Once it was him frustrated men would say to him in luminous moments of transmission. Now, as the saying went, the shoe was on the other foot, if they had been wearing anything but a wrapped towel. 

And so they embraced and parted in a second. And he was left with a trace of a poisonous heart. Empath by nature; occasional telepath; an urban synapse; a river through which many things flowed. It was over now. He fled.

THE BIGGER STORY:


Kevin Rudd has brushed aside criticism from Fairfax chairman and Reserve Bank board member Roger Corbett, who said on Tuesday that the prime minister had been "discredited by his own conduct".
Speaking to the ABC's Lateline, Corbett, who is one of Australia's most prominent business people and is a member of the Liberal party, repeated allegations that Rudd had been active in destabilising the government at 2010 election, arguing that Labor would have been better off under Julia Gillard at the 2013 federal election.
"In my view Kevin Rudd is a leader that has been really discredited by his own conduct. His colleagues sacked him because they judged him to be incapable as PM. He, it's alleged, was active against the government during the elections – maybe true, may not be," said Corbett.
"Here's a man that really has done the Labor party enormous damage, destabilised it, and is now wishing to present himself to the Australian people as a PM and as the incoming PM. I don't think the Australian people will cop that, to be quite honest, and I think that's very sad for the Labor party.
"I think if they come undone in these elections it would have been much better that they'd come undone with Julia Gillard leading them than Kevin Rudd."
Rudd responded on Wednesday morning by saying that Corbett was "talking up his own business" interests.
"I respect Mr Corbett talking up his own business book and his business interests," he told ABC Radio Melbourne.
"That's a matter for him. Mr [Rupert] Murdoch does the same," he added, "But guess what: Australian voters make up their own minds."
Corbett used the interview to come out in support of an Abbott government: "I think he [Abbott] will probably be a pretty good PM because he's a very sincere, nice type of human being and I think he will be very dedicated, focused in the job and we certainly need in the economic times we're about to go into some really clear and good leadership."
Corbett also criticised the bias of News Corp Australia's papers. Asked his opinion of the Rupert Murdoch owned group, which has produced a number of heavily pro-Coalition frontpages in recent weeks, Corbett said: "To be as strongly biased as News have been in the last few months, I do think does great damage to the credibility of the press."
TONY Abbott says every seat in Queensland is winnable for the Liberal National Party as he embarks on a last minute blitz of electorates around Brisbane today.
And he is targeting the ultimate prize of Labor's safest domain in the state - Kevin Rudd's seat of Griffith.
In an exclusive interview, Mr Abbott said he doubted he could replicate Queensland Premier Campbell Newman's crushing victory on a national scale, but there was room to win more than the two-thirds of the state's seats already held by the LNP.
"I'm not getting cocky and I'm not predicting the kind of win which Campbell Newman had. But I do think we can win more seats in Queensland," Mr Abbott told The Courier-Mail.
"Without saying it's a done deal, I think even in Rudd's own seat we have a seriously competitive campaign and a seriously competitive candidate."
In a sign Mr Abbott believes there is swing against Mr Rudd in his home state, he has ramped up his personal attacks on the Prime Minister, who he said was "more Canberra than Caboolture".

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

THE NIGHTMARES FLED

Courtesy The Cursed Heart Collectors Edition

I love you I miss you I stay with you forever. These were the lies that foreigners paid for. These were the false assurances that quickly turned not just into falsehoods, but into elaborate or not so elaborate robberies. Poverty did many things. It meant you could sleep with someone purely for money. It meant you were prepared to demean yourself with lies and treachery, because your own family was a higher cause. And because foreigners were actively disliked, and foreigners who dared to protest disliked even more, it was all not just forgiveable, but perfectly reasonable. To turn a liar and a thief into a cause for national celebration was a neat feat. To rob a foreigner was easy. To pursue them from jurisdiction to jurisdiction, from one part of the Kingdom to another, simple vindictiveness. To pursue them across borders, a criminal act. 

These were some of the things he had fled. Because, as he had said before, only Thais rob tourists with such malicious glee and then ridicule them for being "lek, lek", small, if they run low on the readies.

Money was everything to them. Truth nothing. Or so it came to seem to some of the many jaundiced victims of their sex industry, the AIDS ridden criminally run element of their society protected by police and by governments. His head still swirled with these sometimes stupid thoughts for one reason, he was here because he had been there. One door shuts and another opens. When in crisis deal with what is in front of your face. All these old cliches had come in handy during the process of what had happened. And now, the crysalis in the making. Everything happens for a reason. All of that. Dreams kept coming back. Of crowds celebrating Song Kran, chanting against the foreigner, swirling with hatred. Laughing, laughing, at him. He wished the dreams, the nightmares, would go away. He didn't want to think about them anymore. He didn't like them anymore, if he ever had. 

They had been so hateful, in a level beyond absurd hatred, the thousands, tens of thousands, dancing in the street, celebrating the rent boy who had robbed and ridiculed him; celebrating theft and deception. He wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened. The mafia tentacles not just reaching through and with the police; but with the government; with the populace. "It's the worst case I've ever seen ," one of the officers commented. And another, shaking his head at the stupidity witnessed: "They don't seem to have bothered to even do a background check."

As if they had created their own nightmare. As if life and ruin would stretch out forever. As if here, in the sun flecked valleys, there were moments of peace, when he slept and adopted routines, and days followed days and all was well. "We take care of our citizens, 
not try to destroy them." Well as may be, some things changed and others did not. It had been a long road but short as well. "Where are all your friends?" someone asked and he shrugged: "Many of them died a long time ago."

THE BIGGER STORY

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/04/us/politics/obama-administration-presses-case-on-syria.html?_r=0

WASHINGTON — Speaker John A. Boehner said on Tuesday that he would “support the president’s call to action” in Syria after meeting with President Obama, giving the president a crucial ally in the quest for votes in the House.

Video
Multimedia
Representative Eric Cantor of Virginia, the No. 2 House Republican, quickly joined Mr. Boehner to say he also backed Mr. Obama.
“Understanding that there are differing opinions on both sides of the aisle, it is up to President Obama to make the case to Congress and to the American people that this is the right course of action, and I hope he is successful in that endeavor,” Mr. Cantor said in a statement.
Mr. Obama and Vice President Joseph R. Biden Jr. summoned Mr. Boehner and other Republican and Democratic leaders to the White House as they intensified their push for Congressional approval of an attack on Syria. Conservative House Republicans have expressed deep reluctance about the president’s strategy, and winning Mr. Boehner’s approval could help the president make inroads with a group that has not supported him on most issues in the past.
Representative Nancy Pelosi, the House Democratic leader, said, “I believe the American people need to hear more about the intelligence.”
The difficulty with Kevin Rudd promising on Sunday that we haven't seen anything yet is that a lot of Australians figure they've seen just about everything.
Labor's official campaign launch, thus, was a determined exercise in attempted amnesia.
<p>
It could be nothing else. Mr Rudd couldn't talk much about Kevin Mk I, because everyone remembers how that finished. He couldn't remind the folks about the last three years because, well, we know about that, too.

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

THE PLACES FLED V

Courtesy Simon Fisher


If only things had happened differently. All he felt was loss. And a kind of annoyance, frustration, at his own delinquency. Why had things gone so haywire? Where had these ideas come from? Why couldn't things have gone quietly into that good night? Why were they so blessed, so cursed? Why couldn't he have seen, but not been heard? Why be enveloped in such a disastrous course of events? 

He had been both lonely and immune to reason. "I take care of you forever, i stay with you forever," didn't mean anything of the kind. Instead he had reaped a whirlwind he didn't even know existed. And yet he had fallen for these dreams of quiet passage. As if his life was already over. "I didn't want to come back to Australia," he told the old woman; and that was true. He hadn't wanted to be here. Five days until the election. Rudd is increasingly shrill. There's defeat already in their eyes. The polls are abysmal. Michael missed being out there in the wide world; missed everything. He didn't want to be a shadow on a dark landscape; a gasp that had already been grunted into thin walls, a sigh of escalation and retreat. He didn't want to be here and he didn't want to be there. He wanted to disappear.

As if in some self contained universe, some self-contained place, he made forever as if to go. And was always thus. A mirror amongst mirrors. A synapse in a complex city. Everything shattered. Everything come home to roost. Oh delinquent stream; vacant gap. And a simple longing. And here everything curled away as if forbidden. He didn't want to start anew but had no choice. And everything squirrelled away, into an invisibility he had worked hard to foster.

People got on with their own lives and he wasn't part of them anymore. He came from the outside and could barely bear to look in. "I don't belong here anymore, finders keepers, losers weepers," went the song; and it played in his head throughout the early Spring days; as if there was no othe theme song, nothing else appropriate. He didn't want to be so lonely anymore, so outside of everything. But he kept to himself while the reformatting process was on. And let the nation decide their new leader. And his enemies muster beyond the horizon. And other people move on into other lives. And a terrible discontent moved upon the water and was gone. And that was that, come and embrace me. A splash in a dark pond. The sound of ducks moving quickly away. And a terrible echo of things that had gone before, heart sunk, the pit of stomach gripped yet again by fear. So he opened his eyes and did the next right thing.

THE BIGGER STORY:

(Reuters) - British Prime Minister David Cameron's failure to win parliamentary backing for military action against Syria has hurt him politically, polls showed on Monday, with most Britons thinking him "reckless" and support for his party falling.
A Comres/ITV poll showed that 59 percent of those asked thought he had been reckless to organize last Thursday's vote on military action without knowing whether he had lawmakers' backing.
Another poll showed the opposition Labour party had increased its lead over Cameron's ruling Conservatives to 10 from four percentage points after the parliamentary defeat, setting back his hopes of being re-elected in 2015.
"The ten point lead is larger than we have seen of late, suggesting at least some impact from theSyria vote," YouGov, the second poll's organizer, said on Monday.
Britain's lower house of parliament voted against Cameron's Syrian plans by 285 to 272 votes on Thursday, inflicting a shock defeat on him even though he had already made big concessions to try to win approval.

It had long been clear that most Britons opposed their country being involved in military action against Syria and did not agree with Cameron, but Monday's polls suggest they think he badly mismanaged the overall situation too.
KEVIN Rudd's fighting policy speech has come several weeks too late. With only six days left before voting, the Prime Minister has finally given his campaign the tight, sharp focus it has craved - jobs versus cuts.
This was Rudd the underdog, the fighter, the Labor traditionalist. With the party contemplating defeat, Rudd invoked the warrior spirit to rally the movement about which he has often been equivocal.
"Never, ever, ever underestimate my fighting spirit as your Prime Minister," he told the true believers at Labor's Brisbane launch. Bob Hawke and Paul Keating were in the audience but not Julia Gillard, who ran the Labor government for most of the past three years.
Introduced by his wife, Therese Rein, who called him a man "who carries his country boy smile everywhere with him", Rudd was joined on stage at the end by his entire family, united in adversity.

Monday, 2 December 2013

THE FUTURE

The Future Wall Five Dot Com



Things trailed away, the paths not taken. They were bold and they were deformed, shrieking in the dark past and bursting through tunnels into the present day. He lamented things he had not done. He couldn't believe the stupidity that sometimes overtook normal things. The gaps in the hours, the days. The liquid treacle that dripped from one place to another. The future and the past. Things that weren't contained. Thinking that wasn't done. Friends that were no longer there. Trailed away, trailed away, that's how it was.

We blanched over distant canals, leaped over them as if they were bush creeks, held a certain dread at both waking and sleeping, couldn't be seen for what we were, crushed, think of kindness and it will not be there, think of focus and it will have vanished, crush me through the domain of the soldier, the camera eyes that had largely disappeared, the exasperation that was upon him. Yes, the Thais lied. What did you expect? 

In their nature, the old saying went, just as the Royal Thai Tourist Policeman who subsequently ripped him off had also declared, when he asked, why do they always steal from you? I don't know. It's in their nature. The only solution is short time rooms. I can show you some nice ones.

Michael didn't like short time rooms, cranking air conditioning, knowing staff. And so he let it slide; just for now. Five dollars for three hours. Phnom Penh. All hell broke loose and all happiness developed into a bitter smog; hounded from one place to another. They never stopped. They never let up. They just wouldn't, couldn't, leave him alone. They went on and on and on and on, pushing into the present of post traumatic stress disorder and occasional cages of distress. Just pushed and pushed and pushed, without mercy, with every wily way of theirs. 

And oh how he learnt to hate them, his pursuers. Those without mercy, without conscience, without any ability to tell the truth. Desperate only to cover their own tracks, to expedite the death of a foreigner, because that was all they cared for.

To be rid of inconvenience. To be proven right. To cover their own tracks.

And it brought them glaring into their own face: "Dismiss the fools," their boss declared.

THE BIGGER STORY:\

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2013/08/how-obama-can-bypass-congress-on-syria-strike/
Bipartisan pressure is mounting for President Obama to seek congressional authorization for any military strike against Syria, but history has shown that presidents — including Obama — have been willing to forgo formal approval of lawmakers on Capitol Hill before taking military action.
The constitution gives Congress the power to declare war, but Congress has not formally declared war since World War II. The U.S. operations in Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya were all conducted without any formal declaration of war.
The decision to bypass Congress on military action started with President Harry Truman in 1950 when he sent U.S. forces into Korea.  Truman defended his decision by saying it aligned with the recommendations of the United Nations.
When the U.S. intervened in Libya in 2011, the Obama administration justified its decision to not request congressional approval beforehand by citing the 1973 War Powers Act, which allows the administration to conduct military activities for 60 days without first seeking a declaration of war from Congress.
Obama informed Congress of his actions two days later in a letter, saying the decision was “pursuant to my constitutional authority to conduct U.S. foreign relations and as Commander in Chief and Chief Executive” and that he wanted “to keep the Congress fully informed, consistent with the War Powers Resolution.” When those 60 days expired, the president wrote a letter to Congress explaining that the U.S. was only playing a supportive role in Libya so he would not need congressional approval to move forward. 


A new poll out today suggests Prime Minister Kevin Rudd's personal popularity with voters is faltering, less than one week from the election.
The Newspoll, published by News Corp, shows Mr Rudd's dissatisfaction rating has jumped six points to 58 per cent.
In another blow, Tony Abbott has overtaken Mr Rudd as preferred prime minister, leading 43 per cent to 41 per cent.
Labor's primary vote has slumped four points to 33 per cent, the lowest it has ever been under Mr Rudd as prime minister.
Meanwhile, the Coalition's primary support dropped one point to 46 per-cent.
Labor trails the Coalition on a two-party preferred basis, 54 per cent to 46 per cent.
The margin of error for the poll is 3 per cent.
The numbers were released just hours after Mr Rudd officially launched Labor's campaign where he delivered a speech urging voters to choose the ALP to save jobs and protect family budgets from Mr Abbott's cuts.
Warnings about the Opposition Leader featured heavily in the address, especially given there are just five days left in the campaign.
Preparing for a final-week "blitzkrieg" of key electorates, the Prime Minister headlined the slick campaign launch, which was held in an arena-style auditorium at the Brisbane Convention and Exhibition Centre.