For a very brief moment about 7 years ago I considered getting a Southern Cross tattoo. I was living abroad at the time and caught up in a bout of home sickness and rugby world cup fueled national pride. But looking back I’m glad I didn’t as such a permanently patriotic form of branding has somehow evolved into something quite sinister....
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.
Once again I have become disillusioned to the point of lethargy and inaction with the state of this world, and the state of this government.
In the upcoming election Australia will soon be given the choice between a borderline narcissist who spends his time in office writing children’s books and hating the Chaser, and a pro-life fundamentalist Catholic who prioritises the potential death of future children over the actual deaths of millions of children in the third world.
And just when we were confident that the days of McCarthyism were truly in the past, witch-hunts, blacklists, censorship and indoctrination rears its ugly head.
Any day now a bill will pass through the Senate and the internet will be censored for us, by the government, under the guise of child protection, (without telling us what it is that they are censoring). What threat political satire websites pose to child protection, I can’t say, but as days have passed, we have already seen the government shut down any websites or organisations who in any way question or try to lend transparency to government policy.
Who knows, this one may be next....
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‘There you are,’ I screamed dementedly at him, virtually rubbing his face in the heap of white plastic, ‘now you’ve got choice. Look at all that choice. They may all be shit, but look at the choice!’ - Stephen Fry, The BBC and the Future of Broadcasting
2009 is the beginning of the golden age of Australia television. Where once we were forced to pay through the nose if we wanted more than five and a half television channels, we can now flick for hours armed with little more than a digital set-top box and a HD capable TV. Oh how the mighty Foxtel is no doubt quivering in its boots to think that everything they used to offer for a premium is now streamed free of charge into our living rooms. Oh how spoiled we are to live in this enlightened age of choice, choice and more choice.
Or are we?
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And admit that the voting electorate’s grown.
First Costello & Nelson – now Malcolm & Joe,
The history of old you’re still paving.
Then you’d better stop spilling & start to evolve,
For your lies are most frustrating.
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens,
And explain to Australia why Tony’s our man.
Reclaiming Australia back from the left -
In the wings there’s a Mad Monk in waiting.
Climate change denier and evangelist,
Is it too late to go and exchange him?
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We’re on a bit of a poetry kick at the moment here at Social Scapegoat, possibly as a way to disguise our seething rage. With that in mind, I present to you Tony Abbott’s WHITE Christmas:
He’s dreaming of a WHITE Christmas
Just like the ones he used to know.
Where the liberals glisten,
and children listen,
As church and state are realigned.
In the spirit of Abbott’s liberal insurgency, this song is entitled “Tony Abbott, our maligned little leader” (to the tune of “I still call Australia Home”).
He dreams of cities that only bow down
to The Father, The Son, The Pope, & The Crown
but no matter how far, or how wide he roams
The Vatican will always be home.
So long as he’s leader we’ll never be free.
As long as he sides with the Church and not me.
I can’t believe this was the choice from all three.
It’s a labour election victory.
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It’s the first sign of the apocalypse, when religious prophets can’t turn a profit from their followers.
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