130610 JUST
DEFIANCE Mouses Up Who's Sick Of Two Party Politrix Edition
Cooorrrr!
Everyone knows Kev! You're draaaagin' it out 'til momentum's built
to thunderous levels, supporting ya'!
Then
like god descending on his firey chariot, you'll appear from the
clouds above the bighouse, and the school girls'll be sweatin' and
fallin' on their knees, screamin' “OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
KEEEEEEvin!
KEEEEEEvin! KEEEEEEvin!
An',
as yer dismount from the chariot, the heavens will open up with your
chorus of
“God
save our gracious Kev,
Long
live our Noble Kev,'
God
save our Kev,
na-na-na-na-na-na...
Cheesy
and glorious
Blonde
blue eyed boy for us
OMG
Kev!”
Jules'll
be on the front steps, waving the Aussie flag, throwing a bunch of
Geraniums at ya feet, and the crowd's'll mob ya, hoist ya' on their
shoulders and we'll all march singing to Abbott's office to find him
hiding under the bed.
Then,
you'll wake up!
“SHIT!
Not AGAIN?” you
howl...
Meanwhile,
daan the club bar, a few wise fellas is chatting quietly amongst
'emselves.
“We're
all bloody sick of this shit! We've gotto take the reins while Kev's
in momenta fairy dreamland, and Julia's petting Shorten to stick with
her and the matriarchs!”
“Time
someone stood up for the mob!”
“Bad
choice of word there, Tony. But I know what ya' mean!”
“Abbott's
off at the hairdressers as we speak, getting' his hair tizzed up for
the big succession he's expectin'.”
“Bloody
Bishop's getting' lipo for the fuckin' cameras, and Ho Jockey's
learnin' rap-dancin', now 'es lost 20 kilos, ready to take over as
treas -O! The thought just makes me wanna...!”
“Buddha
knows what'll 'appen if Goebels Pyne gets the communication's
portfolio, let alone mental HEALTH???”
“We
GOTTA DO SOMETH'N'???”
From
the corner of the club bar, a slipp'ry lookin' bloke's been sippin'
his shandy, list'nin' to the natterin' over the shagpile.
When
the mumblin' crew fall quiet in contemplation of the impending shit
no matter which major wins the day, this fella knocks back the last
of 'is shandy, climbs, cool-like, off 'is stool, and saunters over to
'em.
“A!
G'Day Blokes!” 'e
says calm, elocute, clear and low.
The
three amigos flash glances at each other, then as one all heads turn
his way.
One
look at this fella has 'em all near choke, with laughter, with
stunned throat-coughs, and with amazement he's even walkin', let
alone talkin'!
“My
name's Justice, God of the Universe, Seventh Sector!”
Tony's
eyes almost shoot out of their sockets.
Bob's
huge white cowboy hat ejects off 'is head by
itself,
shattering a hangin' chandelier four
tables away!
Robbie
goes weak at th' knees, and spills 'is beer over the passing
waitress's back, to whit she lets out a shrill “ARGH
FUCK?!”
“Justice”,
as 'es introduced hissself, doesn't blink an eyelid, an' with 'is
left hand, deftly catches one of the beers the waitress sent flying
up behind herself, places it gently on the amigos round standup
table, after takin' a sip, catchin' one of the half dozen coasters
she let go with the scream and stumble, wi' 'is other hand.
“Hear
y' got a few problems, over the bighouse?”
Justice continues as if uninterrupted by three big men, 3 MPs,
suddenly going through the spins an' gyrations of a Polish Polka,
chokin' and spittin' as well as tryin' not to burst into fits of
laughter.
Not
to mention the waitress's carry-on with half a pint o' beer dribblin'
down her backside!
“A!
Yeah,”
Tony tries to answer as if nothin's 'appened.
Bob's
seen a thing or two, here, there and up the farfarfarking north
Queensland, but this bloke, leaves him in shock.
Gently,
Bob takes 'is pint up an' sips it, as if waitin' for it to turn into
a pineapple.
“Wha'
da' fuck they put in this bee-er?”
he mutters, rememb'rin' about 'is hat, lookin' 'round.
A!
Bin watchin' y'knar, the bighouse debacle, from th' forests.
Y'knar..., write a bit I do, politics, y'knar, your kinda stuff!”
Says
he, slidin' quickly back into 'is own kind of bush-talkin' manner.
Robbie,
no slouch on spottin' a winner, in 3 moves straightens up to near 'is
full six foot three, and tries to refresh 'is focus and attention on
this newcomer.
He
tweeks 'is neck to gaze down at Justice, who's only five eight,
standin' proper to attention.
“So..,
wha'?”
starts Rob, but Justice begins over him.
“Done
a bit of 'lobbyin' over the last couple a' decades. Not up there,
like, nah! Had a near blue wi' one o' the guards inside once, so
don' bother goin' in anymore. Still waitin' f'r 'im to come outside,
y'nar? Hehe!” He
sniggered off to the side.
“But
yeah, done a lot, actually, of lobbying, outside the bighouse,
outside of th' cities too.”
“Been
across the country, from there to there”,
he pointed north then west, and his hand swung over his head in a
circle, indicating he's been all round, “done
the continent, y' might say.”, in
a lazy tone.
“A?”
Tony interupted, “Wha'...?
What' were you lobbying people for, er, Just.. Justice? A? If I
might ask?”
“Yeah,
please do!” Justice
came back. “I'm,
a, glad you asked, A?” looking
at Tony as if, in polite askance of his name.
Of
course, being god of the universe, Justice knew all their names, as
well as, as he said, he' watched the events up at the bighouse, so
was well familiar with who these chaps were. [Which was why he was
sippin' a shandy in the club bar, when they walked in!]
“A!
Sorry Justice!” Tony
stood straighter and said.
“I'm,
Tony, this is Rob, and..., and..., that's Bob!”,
pointing to Bob still dusting off his hat a few tables away, as if a
bit hesitant to return to engage this weird character.
Bob
heard his name, lifted his head up, stood straight, bracing his
shoulders and walked over to them all again.
The
pleasantries done, a few beers bought, and a friendly low-key
conversation ensued, over the next hour.
It
was stopped briefly as Bob suggested they all move to the lounge to
sit down and discuss Justice's proposals and suggestions.
By
the next half beer, the three amigos were transfixed, almost as if
entranced by this unusual feral character, who opened up to reveal an
astounding grip on the political scenes, in Australia, but more,
globally.
Rob,
1st
to see a winner, was trying to hide his wide grin, and glint in his
eyes, 'cause he'd gleaned quick, this was GOLD, especially in light
of their bitching, just before Justice walked into their lives.
Bob
had composed hisself, like never before, and was glowing that he was
in the company of this completely unexpected trove of knowledge and
ideas.
Tony
had become taller, and was looking up like never, kind of gazing at
the ceiling, as if he was seeing something, like a place for himself,
he's only ever humbly joked to his closest friends about.
“Sshshshiiieeettt!?”
he had quietly said to himself a few times, with a calm but big smile
on his face.
“A
bit out of the game, yeah”.
Said Justice. “But,
as I think I heard you all agreein' 'afore I wandered over, someone's
gotto do somethin', right?”
All
three nodded in agreement. And said “Yeah,
Yeah, Yes!”.
But..
what? Asked
Rob?
“Hmm..,
bin asking meself that for 25, 30 years Rob.”
“In
night school, law, 'How
the fuck?',
I'd say t' meself, sittin' at the back o' class.”
Took
me 20 years just to find the right school , well after those
fruitless nights at me old high school. Didn' get one sheila from
any of the classes I took! Damn.., a waste a time!
They
all laughed.
“Rob
and Tony, go an' request a chat with her, tell 'er it's important,
can't wait. Ha! Tell 'er 'god' sent yer! See how much of an
Atheist she really is! Ha!”
Don'
have her feel pressur'd. Make her feel safe. Mutter to 'er about
the whole leadership mess, in ways she'd find easy to nod agreement
on, and go to it being a bad journey, what wiff the appalling options on th' other side o' the table, so either, the affair can only end badly, even if the
team wins the game again.
Get
onto the question of the whole leadership thing, too often splitting
parties and friendships and - she'll like this'n, the “comraderie”!
Get
her to say it 1st,
that the leadership game is the worst, is all false, is what most
gets in the way of good government, y'nar?”
Tony,
still preferring to look up at the ceiling, and/or the visualizations
he was delighting in seeing, was also of course, sharp in his
responses and summations of the points.
And
Bob was too, but in a more pensive look, half forward, letting his
gaze fall into the glass of beer, asking himself
“half-full/half-empty” questions.
With
a refresh of his posture, Bob sat up, and said firmly, “Yep!,
we gotto do somethin'! An' by jingos I reckon that's a rippa! I'll
swing me party to stand 100% behind it. Stuff Abbott! Nothin's
comin' from that side, er, from my side, anymore, now or never!
The
horse has bolted! And someone's gotto get down off the fuckin' horse
and give the old can of a system a fuckin' big kick. OR the whole
lot, country and city and black fella and soldiers, and.., and..,
immigrant and refugee 'll all go psycho fightin' each other.
Buggered
if I took to politics to see it all end like that!
This
two sides, two corporations, two fuckin' churches, all talkin'
bullshit!”, Bob
said with an increase on “bullshit”,
of
course.
“Could
you put it to Abbott, or perhaps Ho Jockey, Bob?”Justice
asked Bob.
"Gotto,
I'd say! I'm their man, in this here chat, aye?" agreed Bob.
Yep!
Bugger 'em. Ponsing around with the language and with unreal
diss-satiss-faction 'votes of no confidence' bullshit. I'm well.., I'm not only sick of it,
I'm bloody disgusted with it all. This ain't 'government'!” Bob
went on.
“Never
has been, Bob!” Justice
corrected him.
“Well..,
te! hee! yerr!!” sniggered
Bob, pulling himself up, his head jerking backward and upright.
Rob
and Tony almost unconsciously mimicked Bobs half-self-mockery, at
themselves, in unison.
They
all automatically grabbed their glasses, leaned back in the
armchairs, took a swig, and smiles became laughs.
“I
guess 'interim' is the word, aye Justice?” said
Tony.
“O
yeah!” Came
the response. “But,
as long as it takes, is likely to be a pretty long time, politically,
as yer know.”
Having
the military ready, and the coppers, and the civilian support,
organized and casual, is imperative, naturally.
Perhaps
the most costly thing from day one, or, from as soon as we can give
the green light, is to educate the mob. Sooner the better, o'
course.
I've
done a bit o' dreamin' I call it, on how to show the youngest.
Through the childcare and preschools. But dependin' on how selected
advisors see it.
There's no doubt, what me Dad impressed int' me as a kid, that honesty is the best policy. Adults, business, schools and toddlers, all.
An' sad reality is, politics ain't about honesty. It's the opposite, init?
You 3 'ave proved t' me, that you all got integrity, and that implies honesty. So here's our best chance of puttin' honesty in the houses. Any who object, as the conservatives will, disqualify 'emselves, aye?
But
yer! 'Interim', is as important, to not have the hidden agenda rednecks get jumpy.
Unions
gotto get out there to assure the workers an' the homies that they're
secure in what they own, and more so than with renting and buying, in
housing.
A
point everyone has to be happy with, is it's time for a mass therapy
holiday. No-one loses anything but stress and worry.
Very
dreamy, yeah, and that usually has people get jumpy. Sorta like
Hitler promisin' paradise.
But
tha's again, where the 1st
efforts have to be on education.
For
everyone.
To
now, I'd guess we got about ten thousand highly advanced teachers on
the arts of 'lettin' go', and about 5 thousand brilliant on the
Economic Science, right here in Oz. They're a smart bunch, heavy on
self-discipline, and with the school heads givin' the nod, they'll
jump to quick as lightnin'.
Be
on school campuses from Mallacoota to Derby, first thing next
mornin'.
Apportion
enough to the military bases, to brief then expand on the
fundamentals, and, as yer heard, it's 'intuitive' really, once yer
throw yer old ideas out.
Well...,
tha's enuff, gents!
Go
see the heads tomorra. They know somethin's comin'. So you'll be
welcomed by all sides.
Here's
me drafts of the process, from Tony assuming the chair, through
reshufflin' the houses, to bringin' the cults to account, then the
re-arrangement of the tax structure, much as anything needs doin'
there, outside of Ken Henry's work.
I'm
off. An honor to talk with you blokes.
Tony,
as of now.., it's all yours!
8
months. Steer it well, like you would.
Use
the committee process to select the next chair, including all mobs.
If
you feel right, Tony, Stay on as over-fuhrer - ha!
Managing
the top portfolios, and keeping the eagle's eye on the rest of 'em.
Sort
o' from behind the next chair's chair.
Let
each take that back seat after their term, you, then they, etc.,
coming back into the Committee with which ever folios are agreed on,
after the 16 month go around.
Best
part'll be getting' rid of the old shit. All the bullshit
legislations and 'band-aid laws', made to cater for earlier fuckups.
Soo many of 'em!
Need
to have a big ceremonial bonfire once a sitting, at the end of each
of 'em.
“Bye
Fellas!”, said Justice, and he
wasn't there, all of sudden.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Rob woke up the net morning, gave the missus a
kiss, got out of bed, an went straight to the phone.
He called Tony, up the mountains.
“A! G'Day Tony!”
“A!
Was just thinkin' about you Rob”
“O?”
said Rob..
Talking at once, over each other, both said,
“Had a, I a, had a strange dream last night!”
O! yeah! Again, in unison.
“'Bout
this strange black fella!”
“Ooooh, shshshiii-eeet!”
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