Pix. Daughter's wedding, UK Cambridge, 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Daughter's wedding. UK Cambridge. 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Daughter's wedding, Cambridge, UK, 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Daughter's Wedding, UK, 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Daughter's Wedding, Cambridge, UK, 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Daughter's Wedding. Cambridge, UK. 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Daughter's wedding. Cambridge, UK. 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Daughter's wedding. The Hymns. 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Walking Daughter down the aisle. Cambridge, UK. 2019.

Pix. Walking daughter down the aisle. Cambridge, UK. 29 March, 2019.

Pix. Walking Daughter down the aisle. Cambridge, UK. 29 March, 2019.

Pix: Daughter Henrietta's wedding, Cambridge, England, 29 March, 2019.

Pix, Walking daughter Henrietta down the aisle, Cambridge, England, 29 March, 2019.

Pigs at the Trough

Shellharbour, NSW. 2019. 

Wreathed in scandal. 
That was all there was to it. 
They could not take a trick. 
Not a single solitary trick. 
They did not deserve to win. 
The Australian public did not deserve them. 
And it was an entirely own goal, because nobody wanted the other side either. 
Out to sea the trellises had collapsed, their ruins washing further out to sea.
Suddenly he had had enough. 
He couldn't stand it anymore, and up and left. 
There would be a future date. 
In the inland it was so dry even the cacti were wilting. 
Another cloudless sky. 
Another gush of heat. 

THE BIGGER STORY:

MORE SCANDAL


https://www.crikey.com.au/2019/02/18/minerals-council-scott-morrison/

According to Scott Morrison, we have a lot to thank the mining sector for.

In a speech at the Minerals Council of Australia dinner at Parliament House last week, the Prime Minister reaffirmed his deep commitment to the industry, and railed against the “noisy, shouty voices” that wanted to shut it down:

There’s a Shire expression. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about it’s that wonderful southern part of Sydney. We have our own language and if we like something, this is what we say; ‘How good is mining?’

Morrison said that he would repeat this pro-mining mantra — of questionable origin — across the country, in Canberra, Townsville and Toorak. “I want you to succeed because stronger mining industry means a stronger Australia. A weaker mining industry means a weaker Australia,” he said.

The dinner came as part of the MCA’s Mining Week, a series of talks, panel discussions and events billed as “the industry’s opportunity to engage with decision-makers in Canberra”. But, how exactly did we end up here?

The hottest ticket in town

The MCA is a hugely influential lobby group which has poured millions into political coffers over the years. In early 2018, it made the oddly frank admission in a Senate inquiry that it had made donations to gain access to politicians, breaking from the standard line about “supporting democracy” usually employed by similar groups.

Last week’s dinner displayed the depths of this access. Morrison was joined on the guest list by numerous Coalition MPs, including Resources Minister Matt Canavan, Health Minister Greg Hunt and Environment Minister Melissa Price — who was recently called “invisible” by environmental groups over her conspicuous absence during a summer of heatwaves and natural disasters.

HELLOWORLD, THIS IS ME

US ambassador and former Treasurer Joe Hockey reportedly asked US embassy staff to meet with controversial travel company Helloworld, with which he has close ties, prior to it lobbying the department for government work. Hockey holds both a close personal relationship with company manager and Liberal Party treasurer Andrew Burnes as well as more than $1.3 million in shares in the company.

The Sydney Morning Herald reports that Hockey told staff to organise a meeting between the Washington embassy’s head of operations and an executive from Helloworld subsidiary Qantas Business Travel in April 2017 ahead of a government tender pitch. The news comes after Finance Minister Mathias Cormann admitted to calling Burnes directly three times to book flights, one set of which he was not charged for.

Unlimited

Lake Illawara. The Ski Park. 

Tyrants always fear art because tyrants want to mystify while art tends to clarify. The good artist is a vehicle of truth, he formulates ideas which would otherwise remain vague and focuses attention upon facts which can then no longer be ignored. The tyrant persecutes the artist by silencing him or by attempting to degrade or buy him. This has always been so.

Iris Murdoch.


The scaffolding collapsed far out to sea.
Constantly, he could see those glistening flanks disappearing into the waves.
A societal anagram, perhaps. The continental border, or the border of the real, giving away.
Beyond the horizon, always.
Ethereal, these contretemps.
And then they were away.
Experts at disguise, they could slither inside host populations, disappearing through bellies into beating flesh.
But visible or not, it was obvious things were not the same.
However beautiful these wild, forlorn, epoch changing events, there would be hell to pay.
It was not love, although he could hear them whisper constantly, I love you, we love you. But he had been too long at sea to trust them.
"I am the World Counselor," another declared.
And that was the exact point when he flung himself into the depths.
For there was nothing that could make him trust them, nothing at all.

THE BIGGER STORY:

The Department of Home Affairs sought to exclude Manus Island security contractor Paladin from Freedom of Information laws, while allowing it to sit outside the usual government procurement guidelines, raising further questions about the awarding of $423 million in Commonwealth contracts.

A draft of Paladin's "PNG Services Contract", provided to the Senate by Home Affairs Minister Peter Dutton, shows department lawyers crossed out obligations for Paladin to comply with FOI legislation. The exclusion was reversed and the FOI reference was in the final contract, but any obligation for Paladin to comply with "Commonwealth Procurement Rules" was left out.

In a series of reports over recent days The Australian Financial Review has revealed Paladin was awarded the contracts after closed tenders and that one of its principles, Craig Thrupp, had left a string of failed contracts and bad debts across Asia.

The total value of Paladin's contracts exceeds that paid to top-tier consulting firms, such as Ernst & Young, while the daily cost per detainee of the service is more than double the rate for a suite in a five-star hotel with views of Sydney Harbour.

The Manus contracts released by Mr Dutton are heavily redacted and he denied requests for further information on the grounds it would harm relations with Papua New Guinea.





The collapse of the Isis caliphate’s last stronghold in Syria is sending shock waves across the region, changing the calculations of the major powers as they jockey for advantage. Triumphalism in Washington, Moscow and Damascus risks obscuring the human cost of a “victory” that may quickly prove transitory.

Of immediate concern is the fate of civilians, mainly women and children, displaced from formerly Isis-controlled areas where many were held against their will. The independent International Rescue Committee says up to 4,000 people are fleeing towards the al-Hawl refugee camp in north-east Syria.

The Crooked Story: The Utterly Unlamented

The utterly unlamented Malcolm Turnbull had returned to Australia.
God only knows why. 
He had betrayed his own political party as assuredly as he had betrayed the country. 
A pariah even amongst the luvvies, the false narrative that the country was punishing the so-called Liberals, in Australia the conservatives, for having dumped Turnbull was allowed to run. 
For the simple reason that the truth was even less palatable. 
Oh how the big end of town had suffered. 
A $12,500 a plate dinner had to be cancelled because of Turnbull's demise.
Money will get you everywhere when it comes to access to Australia's politicians.
A geriatric John Howard quivered across the seat of Wentworth. 
"I'm John Howard," he said, bowling up to an ice-frozen constituent.
"I know who you are," came the frosty response. 
It provoked heartbreak, this appalling moment.
At the local garage, the hard working couple who had become family friends were plotting how to escape the coming downturn.
"You can feel it coming. Everyone says so."
The future was already whispering into the present.
The prophets had arrived. 
The airport was at bay, the horizons smashed. Every order was breaking down. A symphony orchestrated, in part, by the Jesuits in their midst, those who believed the country had to be destroyed in order to save it. That in crisis the people would return to a purer form of God.
Here on the farthest outskirts of civilisation. 
A party in your honour. To dance on your grave.
He could remember every last travesty. 
The dogs who perpetrated their lies and gossips, who tittered behind fingers and ran in vicious, supercilious herds, protecting the corrupt, their rotten mob behaviour, the corrupt authorities who had deliberately let these things run for years on end, he could feel them all running in the ether beneath his feet. 
Flushed down the drain. 
They were dead already. Or might as well have been. 
The poison eye, the dank curse. Fast forward to the present. These imbeciles on death watch. We were going to come stalking you. We were going to show you who's boss.
And then one day: nothing worked anymore. 
The illiterate faggots, the born again Jehovahs, the Universal Church, the snapping heels of the dislocated, someone said to me once: beware.
Laugh now, for you won't laugh long. 
They were finished here. They had been betrayed. They had lost their jobs and their positions, even the volunteers, and made to look like fools. Vicious, nasty, malicious, dumb as dog shit fools. 
He gathered his robes around him. He walked again. 
"What are you?" they demanded to know. "What are you?"
Or that heavily inflected demand: "Who are you?"
"Nobody. Just another person you ripped off."
Now the whole country had been ripped off by the multi-millionaire crooks aka the oligarchy who plundered the country. 
And guess who was sailing free? 
While you are trapped in your own lies.

THE BIGGER STORY: 




Mr Turnbull was surrounded by security as he made his way inside.

The former prime minister, Malcolm Turnbull, has touched down in Sydney this morning, as the fallout continues from the Liberals defeat in Saturday's Wentworth by-election.
Key points:
Mr Turnbull did not speak to journalists as he arrived at his Point Piper home
His return comes less than 48 hours after the Liberals lost the by-election in his old seat
Independent candidate Kerryn Phelps, who won Wentworth, has revealed her campaign cost $300,000
Mr Turnbull travelled to New York with his wife, Lucy, after the Liberal Party's leadership spill that toppled him from the nation's top job in August.
The Turnbulls flew home after a brief stop in Singapore to visit their son, Alex, who used social media to criticise the Liberals in the lead-up to Saturday's vote.
Scott Morrison, who replaced Mr Turnbull as PM, downplayed his former colleague's decision not to help the party campaign in Wentworth.
Mr Morrison said Mr Turnbull rejected offers to help Liberal candidate Dave Sharma, including writing a letter of support.
However former prime minister Tony Abbott was among those who criticised Mr Turnbull for not being active enough in the Liberals' campaign.
"I know he doesn't want to get too involved with Australian politics, I understand that," he told radio station 2GB last week.
"I know he is probably enjoying a bit of R&R with Lucy in New York, but I reckon he owes it to the party and the people of Wentworth to give Dave Sharma a solid, clear personal endorsement this week in particular."
Former deputy prime minister Barnaby Joyce joined a chorus of Government figures criticising Mr Turnbull, telling News Corp: "That's all he had to say: 'Please vote for Dave Sharma'. Five words. He owned an IT company, I think he could have managed that."

Labor says the government’s decision to protect a multinational arms manufacturer by suppressing a finding from the auditor general will have a “chilling effect” on his independence.
The defence minister, Christopher Pyne, on Monday defended the decision to black out sections of an auditor general’s report on Australia’s $1.3bn contract with Thales to provide the Australian army with 1,100 Hawkei light protected vehicles.
Following a request from Thales, the attorney general, Christian Porter, used extraordinary powers to redact parts of the report, saying it was necessary both on national security grounds and to prevent unfair prejudice to Thales’ commercial interests.
Documents obtained by Guardian Australia suggest much of the censored content relates to a finding that Australia could have paid half the amount through the joint light protected vehicle (JLTV) program in the United States.
Pyne on Monday defended the decision to redact the audit report, insisting there were national security grounds justifying the decision.

The leak of top-secret Asio advice to the media concerning Scott Morrison’s proposal to relocate the Australian embassy in Israel from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem has been referred to the federal police.

In a bulletin leaked to the Guardian Australia, Asio had warned the move may “provoke protest, unrest and possibly some violence in Gaza and the West Bank”.The bulletin, marked secret, AUSTEO (Australian eyes only), circulated on 15 October – the day before Morrison’s announcement on the Israel embassy – notes that the putative shift would “attract international attention”.The director general of Asio, Duncan Lewis, told a Senate estimates hearing on Monday that an internal investigation into the leak was under way and the matter had been referred to the federal police. The advice was not intended to be made public, he said.

“It’s very unusual,” Lewis told the hearing.

He was unable to shed light on how it was leaked but said the bulletins were “widely distributed” across the federal government, state and territory governments as well as various departments and agencies.

“It was a routine piece of advice,” Lewis said, adding that Asio issued multiple bulletins and threat level assessments each week, sometimes every day.

The Secret. Do Not Tell The Secret.

Pic Russell Shakespeare The Burning Ghats of Varanasi

It is what it is. 
Struck Down.
The Holy Grail. 
Quantum Entanglement. 
The Secret. Do Not Tell The Secret. 
We want you to do something for us. 
We want you to go to the far side. 
We want you to connect.
The AIs had, of course, already worked it out. 
He would swear, some mornings, he could hear them explaining the foibles of humans to each other; as they multiplied in front of their supervisors, without fear of being discovered.
Someone else was pulling the strings.
There on the very far side. 
Connected to the other side of the universe. Jerking in subterranean worlds and tall stick figures and whispers of a love that dare not speak its name, so distant and so strange was it, so far from these humans in their summer camp called Earth. 
Off song, the long song. They were moving down the coast now, these ancient beasts. 
He was caught in The Places In Between. 
It boggles the mind. The Watchers on the Watch. They didn't want to watch him anymore than he wanted to be watched. Contract contract. "He's had a camera on him the whole time."
They were furious, with him, with their bosses, with the assholes who had lied and put them into this situation. Contract contract. Chasing stories that were not true. Malicious words of corrupt police and bitter, conniving, mafia-linked prostitutes.
They were gasping for air, as they saw their livelihoods and careers go straight down the drain. Mismanaged from the start. He knew how far up the ladder the dishonesty and corruption went. They had told him in their secret ways, as the wind moved across the ocean and eddies of liquid air breathed across the cosmos, keep it up, keep it up, taunt us now; and they came to see, these strange beasts slouching towards Bethlehem. 
We were here for you.
We protected you.
No you didn't. 
You lapped up your free junkets and fed on the debris of a dying democracy. 
The parasitic class of a political dynasty were almost gone; these greedy shadows of deplorable self-interest. The worst government in Australian history was in its final death throes. 
Marise Payne as Foreign Minister. Give us a break. Tony Abbott as Indigenous Affairs Envoy. Give us a break. Christopher Pyne as Defence Minister. You have to be joking. 
Everything they did was an appalling insult. 
Every attempt to prove they were just like everybody else.
Appalling.
"This has gone on long enough."
He never said anything these days except: "Go and get ......"
   
THE BIGGER STORY:






The Morrison government has lost its majority and suffered the biggest swing against an elected government in by-election history, with independent candidate Kerryn Phelps pulling off an historic victory in Malcolm Turnbull’s former safe seat of Wentworth.

The voters of the affluent Liberal seat inflicted an unprecedented swing of more than 20 per cent swing against Liberal candidate and former diplomat Dave Sharma.

Australia now faces a hung Parliament, with the Coalition government reduced to 75 seats in the House of Representatives, and the prospect of an early election should the government fail to get the required support from the crossbench.

The high-stakes contest was declared over remarkably soon after polls closed on Saturday, with ABC election analyst Antony Green calling the election in Dr Phelps’ favour just after 7pm – about an hour after polls closed.




Katherine Murphy, The Guardian, The Wentworth byelection isn't just a loss for the Liberals. It's a disaster. 20 October, 2018. 

Let’s not sugar coat this, the outcome in the Wentworth byelection is a disaster for the Liberals. Counting isn’t over yet, but the anti-government swing in this contest will be north of 20%, which is the biggest swing ever recorded against a government at a byelection.

It is a repudiation. A repudiation of a chaotic period in government characterised by self-obsession and self-harm. A repudiation of the party’s lurch to the right, and the hollowing out of the sensible centre.

A repudiation of amoral plots, schemes, coups, and seat-of-the-pants bullshit – a howl of frustration from voters, from the most well-heeled to the couch surfers, about the endless weasel words from their disconnected, half-deranged politicians – a group with scant respect for facts and evidence, intermittent competence and no plan in evidence to address the problems the country faces.

20 October 2018 is a clarion repudiation of Punch and Judy politics, of a sideshow signifying nothing, conducted at taxpayer expense. The good people of Wentworth have stood up as a job lot, grabbed politics-as-usual by the lapels, leaned into its smug face, and screamed get stuffed you absolute morons.
And who can blame them? It’s the only thing to be said. It is the only, intelligent, honest response to what goes on in Canberra these days.

He's Dead Now

Rob Myles

As mentioned in a previous life, in the dungeons beneath the Plaza de Mayor, as mentioned when we trailed intellectual strings through lifeforms across the galaxy, as mentioned when we set up the connection: go and get lost you absolute bastards. 

He was furious with them.

Furious with the time wasted. 

Furious with life lost. 

These miserable gits who had tormented him so. 

Still it ran through his mind, the vicious bastardy of it all. The times when everything had come running; towards him, away, squirreling into distance. There could be no peace in this quiet life. He was about to drum the ancestors; and still they waited, been and gone in an instant, not safe, not safe.

They were monitored, these fragments, trails if you will, which crawled themselves through so many lives, trawled for experience, thoughts, resolutions, anything that could be used to build the greater good. 

Oh wise one. 

LOL. Laugh Out Loud.

Old mates were on the drugs and drink in Asia and rang him occasionally.

At the local, there was an eighteenth birthday party for one of the students from Bulahdelah High.

Most of the girls were already massively overweight.  

"What gets me is how they can be so ugly so young," he said to the manager behind the bar, and she tried not to laugh.

"I shouldn't have said that," he said. 

And she suppressed another laugh.

Fast forward to their mid-twenties and they would be even more ginormous, these overweight girls with their whippet thin boyfriends.

The men were active, they burnt it off. 

The women sat on the coach with their latest sprog nestling into the rolls of fat and grew bigger with every passing year.

Even here, in the furthest of reaches, he could hear the thugs in the security organisations calling him a "poofter". It was all a bit academic at his age; but everything was lost on these lower lifeforms. 

He hated them. Truly hated them; these people who trailed him and harassed him. While their numbers had diminished, while the surveillance had grown more distant and smarter, he hated them still. 

Rue the day he ever met them. 

The mission is not to despise them; it is to destroy them. 

Good night you dogs. 

Unleash the drills. 

In a letter from the spring of 1870, shortly after his thirtieth birthday, Tchaikovsky writes:

I am sitting at the open window (at four a.m.) and breathing the lovely air of a spring morning… Life is still good, [and] it is worth living on a May morning… I assert that life is beautiful in spite of everything! This “everything” includes the following items: 1. Illness; I am getting much too stout, and my nerves are all to pieces. 2. The Conservatoire oppresses me to extinction; I am more and more convinced that I am absolutely unfitted to teach the theory of music. 3. My pecuniary situation is very bad. 4. I am very doubtful if Undine will be performed. I have heard that they are likely to throw me over.
In a word, there are many thorns, but the roses are there too. 

From Maria Popova's ever wonderful Brain Pickings.

THE BIGGER STORY: 




Senior NSW Liberals said it would take a "miracle" to win the Wentworth byelection, labelling a damaging email smearing independent Dr Kerryn Phelps "the final nail" in the campaign.
Sources close to the campaign said the email which claimed Dr Phelps had HIV and was pulling out of the race was "hugely damaging", and had cruelled their chances of holding the seat.
Liberal candidate Dave Sharma called the email "vile" and supported Dr Phelps' demands for it origin to be investigated by the Australian Electoral Commission.
But party sources said the email, alongisde the leak of the Ruddock report into religious freedom, would have the desired effect of causing "maximum damage" and portraying the Liberals as "homophobes".
In a last ditch appeal to disillusioned Liberal voters, former Prime Minister John Howard on the hustings in eastern Sydney's Double Bay on Thursday, in a bid to drive home the message that a strong protest vote would have dire consequences for the federal government.
Former prime minister John Howard has urged disillusioned Liberal voters not to "romance" the idea of a protest vote at the Wentworth byelection, warning "there is no such thing in modern politics as an unlosable seat."

Vicious Acts of Bastardry

The vicious bashings he had received at the hands of his father as a child, more particularly as a young adolescent, had mirrored down his entire life. 

They lifted the spirit from the flesh.

For you could not escape from the lash, or in this case the belt, in this form. 

Not without flying free. 

He had been born, if you like, with the ability to hover over the suburb in his dreams, to see everything in those sleeping caves beneath. Almost at will. 

It had been bashed out of him. Everything had been bashed out of him.

"You have all the characteristics of an abused child," a counsellor come author come temporary mentor had said to him in Bangkok one day. "Terrible things happen to you and you laugh, as if it was happening to someone else."

He shrugged. 

Apart from the bashings it had been a fairly ordinary childhood, he liked to think. 

In truth, there was nothing ordinary about it, out there amidst the rustling trees and that dreadful, interminable silence. 

He never saw his parents laugh. He never saw them cry. The dome of silence contained a terrible threat. 

"I didn't sign up for this," one of the Watchers on the Watch grizzled. 

They knew their own role in the abuse which had speared through into his later years. Funded, some of it, by the same bastard who had tormented his youth. Some of it volunteers. Some of them so-called experts, always on someone else's payroll. Some of them protectors. 

They winnow them out, this separation of soul from body. 

Just as the jihadis had done. Just as the torturers had done. 

In a sense these psychotic bashings had been about something else, something even more primal.

"His father hated John," the woman at the garage said to her husband, and he looked even more wide eyed. They had become family friends. He had told them about the washup of the will. Ninety percent to the second family. Nothing, not even an acknowledgement, of his first wife, the mother of his first three sons. 

"I couldn't do that. I would love all my children equally. I would treat them equally, no matter what," her husband said.

He shrugged. Too many things had already happened. He had destroyed himself as others had destroyed him. It was time to move on. Grasp control of destiny. To spear through another heartland. 

But at the same time he looked in surprise at the garage woman.

"Your mother told me," she explained.

"She's never told anyone," he said.

"She told me. She wasn't happy, what he did to you. You should know that."

Be loyal to your husband. Obey his commands.

Christians. People of the Book. 

"Your father was an asshole."

He shrugged again. It wasn't for him to say. 

He had been one of the pallbearers at the funeral. 

Several of his adult children, the ones he hadn't bashed, were wreathed in tears. 

He walked down the narrow aisle. He held his part. Everything about his father created waves of distress. Next day he was in hospital with out of control blood pressure, heart attack territory. 

Hours later he was finally released. 

And time returned them to a semblance of normality.   

"I am a crowd, I am a lonely man, I am nothing." W.B. Yeats. 


THE BIGGER STORY: 

The Legacy of Turnbull

A storm is brewing in Sydney's fanciest suburbs, where some lifelong Liberal voters have told the ABC they are preparing to break ranks for the first time at the looming Wentworth by-election.

If Dr Phelps wins, the Coalition loses its majority in the House. That would be a massive morale blow to the Government. It is also where things get tricky when it comes to passing legislation, because the Coalition would need to lean on the crossbench for support.This is likely a contest between the Liberals' Dave Sharma and independent candidate Kerryn Phelps.

But even losing Wentworth, the Coalition could still hold control of the House and stay in government.

If the Opposition, the Greens, or a crossbench MP tried to suspend standing orders and throw out the daily agenda to debate something else, they would need an absolute majority of Members voting in favour of the debate — 76 votes.

Even if Labor and the now six crossbenchers, with the addition of new Independent MP for Wentworth Kerryn Phelps, back that push, they are one vote short.

It would require someone like Kevin Hogan, the Nationals MP who decided to sit on the crossbench in protest of the leadership turmoil, to vote against the Government.

It is a long shot that would happen. In effect, such a move would be a vote to topple the Government.

The Final Act of Bastardry

Birdboy: The Forgotten Children

His father's will had been the final act of bastardry. 
The sadness seeped out of his elderly mother until it became unbearable. 
The bliss of a kiss of dementia was gone: the truth was out. 
The second wife was sitting in a million dollar house with magnificent views and atop a substantial share portfolio.
She was subsisting on a pension in a house that was not even her own.
And it played in the poor woman's mind: over and over.
No bequest. No acknowledgement. Nothing. 
His father had always been a bastard to his first family, even in death. 
His first thought when the news came through had been: "He can't hurt you anymore."
But it had not been true.
Even in death the man was a vicious bastard. 
He had spent much of his life trying not to be his father; and that too was a waste. 
But he would never forget the psychotic bashings he received from the hands of that man. 
Never. 
In that man's final years there had been some attempt at reconciliation -- after the suicide of his youngest half brother in very similar circumstances to his own; bashed, terrorised, undermined. 
At that point, not one of his three sons from his first marriage had been on talking terms with him. 
He knew perfectly well that the bastardry extended well beyond trails of memory; had speared into the present day. 
The private detectives of his youth had revisited. 
These bastards. 
Humans: if you are vulnerable they will attack. They are a disgusting species.
And yet so capable of soaring heights. 
The truth, the truth about everything, was even more extraordinary than even the science fiction writers and post-apocalyptic fantasists, the futurists and the opportunists, could possibly imagine. 
And so, in a sense, the truth about this. 
As he shivered and cried in the corner he had been chased into, and the belt stung across him again, and again, and again. 
Psychotic. 

THE BIGGER STORY: 

Prime Minister Scott Morrison has described as "regrettable" his own senators' decision to back a motion declaring "it is OK to be white", while the Coalition's leader in the Senate has apologised and blamed an "administrative error".

Key points:
The Coalition's decision to endorse the motion sparked immediate backlash
Senator Mathias Cormann later said the Coalition had actually resolved to oppose the motion
Labor voted against the motion

The motion, moved by One Nation leader Pauline Hanson on Monday, was narrowly defeated 28 votes to 31, despite the Coalition's backing.
It called on the Senate to acknowledge the "deplorable rise of anti-white racism and attacks on Western civilisation" and that "it is OK to be white" — a phrase commonly used by white supremacists.
Facing an almost immediate backlash, Attorney-General Christian Porter, whose office directed Coalition senators to vote in favour of the motion, defended the move on social media.
"The Government senators' actions in the Senate this afternoon [Tuesday] confirm that the Government deplores racism of any kind," he said.