Chiffon #77. Shaking Hell

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HELLO,

Well just when the momentum of protest finally had made its way around the globe, the Olympic torch relay lost its way. The focus on China’s human rights issues which followed the Olympic torch relay was hijacked by mother nature in the form of an earthquake.

Call it what you will: Karma, an accident, a travesty. Deep down we are all people and their needs parallel our own especially in this particular instance. I don”t know how to feel. I can only stand back and watch as this self-assured commocracy takes hold and deals with this real estate issue in the seemingly efficient and expedient (is that the best way?) way the Chinese do most things.

I was not surprised to once again belong to a demographic that was entirely over-looked by Mr Swann and his party’s budget. However I am assured that it is part of a bigger plan being undertaken. I am sure that was what I was told when I was a little kid and my dog had died. I was told that it was all a part of a bigger plan and that everything was alright. It does sound like religion, not politics or economics.

Never mind. Moving right along. Crops for food versus crops for fuels versus crops for drugs. I hear it but I don”t see any body not paying exorbitant prices for fuel or very dodgy produce from even dodgier suppliers called supermarkets.

HASN’T ANY BODY GOT SELF RESPECT ANY LONGER OR ARE WE MERELY COGS IN A MACHINE ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL or JUST TWO GOLDFISH SWIMMING IN A BOWL, YEAR AFTER YEAR. A special thanks to Mister Gilmour and co., but I still want to get out of this place.

Excitement abounds amongst a small (at this point) collective of musicians who are positioning themselves as pioneers of the Canberra Musicians Club with an extravaganza at the Albert Hall in Canberra coinciding with an event (no connection) at the Albert Hall in London (depending on their end). Having been in a position to be sleeping with the M.C. of the Backyard Backanalias (if only sporadically) I am somewhat in the know and early forecasts are suggesting that this concept of striving for a musicians’ sanctuary, a performance-based facilty, is certainly worthy of their attention””??..

Remember the pile of dirt graciously donated by the council to the community of a suburb in Wagga Wagga? Update: Rain resulting in huge stagnant pools of water breeding mosquitoes, kids getting wet and cold and fluey and contagious plus winter fogs, frosts etc.

However in light of that construction the bobcats were back on the paddock (bush land) in another location and they seemed to be practicing making a big round flat area (diameter 20 ft). It took all day, no warning, no notice, no safety gear, no information. A bobcat training school. No trade-off for the community adjacent the park except for a boggy pile of dirt breeding mozzies and a flat round bit of ground. Once again congratulations to all concerned.

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