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Witchhunt

May 21, 2010 · 8 Comments

Twenty four hours after Channel 7′s burning at the stake of NSW Transport Minister, David Campbell, for the alleged crime of being a homosexual visiting a gay club, the beleaguered politician fronted the media with a contrite statement absolving all but himself of any responsibility in the now sordid affair. Aside from family issues, Campbell has no case to answer. The man had clocked off from work, he was discrete insofar that no-one would be confronted with his after-hours activities, save for a parasitic Channel 7 journo intent on sullying the man’s reputation. The positioning of the cameras was for security, not scrutiny as the journo seemed to think.

The whole situation reaks of a stink greater than the agenda presented by Channel 7. Campbell may not have been the most worthy of government ministers, but this forced outing was undeniably brutal, unnecessary and seemingly politically vindictive.

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Bullying

April 10, 2010 · 4 Comments

Can you legislate against bullying? Can you legislate against magazines showing skinny girls instead of chubby ones? In both cases, no, you can’t. Despite what Julia Gillard says, bullying is an inherent instinct. It’s an unpleasant instinct, that’s for sure, but one that isn’t likely to go away anytime soon. Unpleasant as bullying is, it is part and parcel of growing up. Hopefully a child doesn’t experience it. Yet for those that do, there is a greater lesson to be learned. It is a hard lesson, but one that is always rewarded with satisfaction later in life. The bullier is always less than the bullied. The very act makes the victim stronger.

In extreme cases, as the media is now reporting, this isn’t always so. So yes, legislate, punish the perpetrators, but don’t imagine that you can eradicate this aspect of human nature from every emerging generation.

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I Didn’t Do It

April 10, 2010 · 2 Comments

Brendan Fevola has been officially cleared of any liability in the mock sordid affair of the Lara Bingle shower photo. ‘Officially cleared’ refers to that stalwart body of ethics, the AFL. They have decided that there is insufficient evidence to show that the former Carlton neanderthal had distributed the photo, even though he took the pic on his phone.

Once again the football codes in this country are up for a ripe old, rip-roaring lambaste. Whether it’s Nate Myles taking a dump in a 5 star hotel corridor, TV so called footy heroes gang raping a female fan, or this pathetic invasion of privacy of a bogan swimsuit model, the good ol’ boys have once again shown they are beyond reproach. Shame and scandal in the family didn’t stop Matty Johns from anchoring a nationwide TV show. Nate Myles continues to draw a paycheck from the NRL, hopefully it includes a toilet paper allowance. Is an unreality show with Fevola and the Bogan Princess far away?

While Lara showed her money-grubbing bogan self to the world by extracting an exhorbitant amount of money for her supposed tale of woe, Fevola has revealed his complete lack of character and gentlemanly conduct by denying responsibility.

Sounds like a marriage made in heaven.

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Fly By Night

April 5, 2010 · 5 Comments

Who is doing the maintenance on Qantas planes these days? Two years ago Qantas came under pressure to ensure that all maintenance work would be carried out in Australia. This came after a plane was grounded in Melbourne with 95 defects following a routine check in Malaysia.

Two years on and we are now hearing of a spate of technical issues impacting on safety. Once again, where is the maintenance being done? Perhaps like checking the weather report before you go out of a morning, if you’re flying, check the news. A year ago I remarked about former CEO Geoff Dixon receiving a twelve million dollar payout.

And these guys can’t afford maintenance on their machines? Seems our once proud airline is becoming a fly-by-night outfit. Next week I’m flying to Melbourne, but I’ll be taking the bus, Jetstar. Much like my local bus service they pick you up and drop you at your destination with the minimum of fuss and the minimum of comfort. Only difference is North Western Buses won’t serve me a chardonnay along the way.

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Sex at the Servo

April 5, 2010 · 5 Comments

It used to be that filling up the car meant pulling into a servo and an attendant would rush out to top up your tank, check the oil and tyres, and send you on your way. This was a good thing because servos were grimy places that only mechanics could feel at home in. The oily rag, the ripped overalls were enough to deter all but the most mechanically minded. Yet it didn’t matter to Mrs Housewife or Mr Businessman, because back in the sixties, they drove off happy and clean.

Times change, servos became Seven Elevens, driveway service went the way of the dodo. It became self serve all the way. The pay-off was a sparkling new air-conditioned shop instead of the grimy mechanic’s office to pay your bill, yet somehow the grime never left this new age petrol station.

Rather than spark plugs and jumper leads on display, all you now see are pics of pneumatic women, the word SEX blaring out from the magazine stands, and flashed boobs to make sure you get the point. This is fine by me, I’m a single man, it’s aesthetically pleasing, I suppose. But surely it’s not for the women, mothers, grandmothers who venture into a Seven Eleven to pay their bill.

Should they be subjected to this affront of male lust every time they buy petrol or a bottle of milk? Worse still, should children be confronted with these images every time Mum or Dad buys petrol?

Why do children need to be bombarded with blatant sexual images wherever they go? Some people don’t think that they should.

This isn’t wowserism, it’s common decency. By all means sell that stuff at the Seven Eleven to adults, but display it on the back wall, not at a child’s eye level as they enter and leave the shop. Sometimes the pendulum swings too far. While decrying the Nanny State, it would help if we stood up for the society we want, rather than accepting the one that is being foisted upon us

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Big Boys’ Toys

April 4, 2010 · 2 Comments

What is it with NSW Labor and fast cars? Rees did it with the V8 Supercars, Now it comes to light that failed former Premier Morris Iemma approved a new drag strip at Eastern Creek on a site previously set aside for much needed land fill. The land fill cost nothing, yet the Labor government happily paid $30 million startup costs for this privately owned venture, with the expected public cost to reach $150 million.

Shadow environment spokeswoman Catherine Cusack calls this affront, ‘…quintessential Labor – jobs for the boys, political donations, prime Sydney real estate, sod turnings in an election campaign – all encased by a brick wall of secrecy and denial.’

Having witnessed two premiers in the same number of years ousted from office, we are now faced with poster girl Keneally and her bid to appropriate the Grand Prix for NSW. According to The Age, most Victorians are begging us to take it.

Premier, fast cars won’t take our minds off slow trains. Infrastructure is more important than big boys’ toys. And a pretty face won’t hide the corrupt and inept government of which you are the figurehead.

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The AHA Is a Thug

April 2, 2010 · 12 Comments

The Australian Hotels Association has shown that it well and truly has State Labor in its pocket. Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, this ugly behemoth is continuing to argue that allowing hotels to open until 5am, serving alcohol to all and sundry, is in some way beneficial to NSW society. Disavowing themselves of any blame for the increased violence in the early hours of the morning, all of which occurs in the vicinity of their premises, they seem hell bent on profit at any cost.

Emergency workers, ambulance and police working these early shifts know only too full well the damage that such denial delivers. However, as long as the AHA pours money into the coffers of the ALP, their task will be an ever increasing one.

Kristina Keneally has had one unsavoury announcement to make, the payout of the failed Metro. She now faces another one, the denial of safety to NSW citizens in an attempt to curry favour with the donation rich AHA. While not immediately costing half a billion dollars, this issue of alcohol fuelled violence and extended hotel hours could end up costing the government a lot money.

The AHA is a bully boy, it has been since the days of Bob Carr’s regime. Prior to that, NSW registered clubs were the only licensed premises with poker machines. Then the AHA got into bed with new premier Bob, and convinced him that pubs deserved to have pokies just like the clubs.

There was some collateral damage with this decision. Previously Sydney had a vibrant wine bar scene, not much money, but lots of small bars, small bands, and cheap food and wine. It also had a megalithic rock band pub scene. The Radiators, Cold Chisel, the Angels, and a myriad other bands built huge reputations by playing the pubs in Sydney. Those pubs that couldn’t afford to employ the Chisels were always able to put on blues or jazz bands.

Sydney was a cultured, albeit rough hard nosed place. And then we elected Bob Carr premier, ‘War and Peace’ reading Bob Carr. Rather than appreciating how 70s and 80s culture had permeated and transformed Sydney’s previous working man’s status, he hopped into bed with John Thorpe of the AHA. Poker machines were installed in every pub across NSW. Live music wasn’t needed. The headline acts survived a while, but the rank and file blues, jazz and seminal original music bands no longer had a gig. The wine bar scene died out, the wine bar license was no longer available, and the barns took over. It was the nineties, the advent of new technology. Instead of having a TV in the corner playing the footy, a wall of TV screens playing all codes of football became de rigueur.

Not only were the musicians left out in the cold, so were the public. A new generation of pub goer emerged, those who had never seen anything other than multiple TV screens shouting sport at them, doof doof music so loud that they couldn’t talk to each other, and double shots as par for the course.

This is John Thorpe’s legacy, and Bob Carr’s shame. However not everyone took it lying down.

In 2007, Clover Moore successfully took on the AHA and the ALP regarding cheaper licenses for small venues and restaurants. She maintained that Sydney had lost its soul, while Melbourne had gained the ascendency as the cultural capital of Australia.

Braggart Thorpe was livid at this suggestion. His anger was so pronounced that I wrote this on my fledgling blog in 2007.

While Clover won the day, many obfuscating by-laws prevent small establishments offering the service we Sydneysiders deserve. The ghost of Thorpe continues to pall.

In 2010, putting a woman in charge seems to soften the blow. Kristina Keneally, who deserves to be in charge, is nonetheless a figurehead for the old guard who pushed Iemma and Rees off the perch. She once again, despite her credentials, is being treated as a token woman, softening the blow as they deliver their hidden agenda that once again has Labor in the pocket of the AHA.

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One law for some…

March 31, 2010 · Leave a Comment

It is the height of hubris for Max Markson to attempt to defend his driving record. Being caught running red lights and speeding in school zones shouldn’t be a cause for one-upmanship, ‘I’m not the worst driver,’ but rather pause for reflection on one’s driving habits. It seems Markson is above both contrition and common law. By failing to nominate a driver three times, most of us would run afoul of the RTA, yet Mad Max is able to ride out twenty such offences in as many months.

It seems the law is flexible when it comes to those of his ilk. Given that the thousand dollar fine is spare change in his pocket, perhaps the pecuniary penalties should also be on a sliding scale.

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Happy Crappy

March 29, 2010 · 6 Comments

Author Shelley Sykes is so happy, so happy in fact, that she calls herself  ’the world leader in happiness’. A grandiose claim by any stretch of the imagination, but coming from an author whose weighty tomes include such titles as, ‘Sexy & Single and Ready to Mingle’, ‘Success 4 Life’, and ‘Road to Wealth’, it’s not surprising. However, the hubris which Sykes indulges in with her recycled folk wisdom and pumped up public speaking persona is apparently not all it’s cracked up to be.

On the eve of the “Happiness and its Causes” conference at Darling Harbour, it turns out Ms Sykes hasn’t been invited to this soirée of sanguine sagacity. She is miffed, well, to use her term, unhappy. A surprising admission.

The ‘Happiness’ conference will host a number of high profile people, all apparently experts in the ‘happiness’ field. I imagine that many readers here would suggest that I purchase a front row ticket to this event, seeing as how I obviously need it. However the guest list is looking decidedly grim.

First cab off the rank is former premier, the dour Bob Carr. He managed New South Wales’ governance and economy in the 90s. His policy achievements were of the cerebral nature rather than the pragmatic. Although his more esoteric policies reaped some reward, we are once again questioning the veracity of Labor’s education programme. More glaringly in error was his complete disregard for infrastructural development. Each subsequent State Labor government has battled, and, is today battling this reality.

I’m sure Bob is happy on his life-time pension, but I won’t pay money to hear how he screwed the transport system, while he  is being chauffeur-driven for the rest of his life.

Similarly other speakers aren’t the experts they’re purported to be. No matter how glamorous, no matter how visible on TV Jessica Rowe once was, that doesn’t give her the right to parade as an authority. There are thousands, possibly millions of mums who experience post natal depression. Their experiences hold as much gravitas as Rowe, but because Rowe was in the public eye, she gains elevated status. Better to put a mum from somewhere, anywhere, who, although not being a professional speaker, has also managed, without highly paid help, to overcome this traumatic period.

I’d feel my dollar more well spent listening to a woman from the suburbs than a privileged princess from the nanny classes.

There are many other speakers, many of these are interesting people, but really, happiness? Why would the average normal person consider spending this sort of money to hear television presenters expound their version of wisdom. To wit, Gretel Killeen. They’re having a lend of us, folks.

Check the price list…

Gold Pass (2 day conference plus 1 pre- and 2 post- conference workshops)

$1,685

1 Pre-conference Workshop and 2 Day Conference

$1,490

2 Day Conference and 1 Post-conference Workshop

$1,240

2 Day Conference Only

$995

Pre-conference Workshop Only

$495

2 Post-conference Workshops (1 morning and 1 afternoon workshop)

$490

Post-conference Workshop Only

$245

Obviously none of the ‘worm operators’ will be attending.

As for Ms Sykes, the author of those weighty tomes such as ‘Sexy & Single and Ready to Mingle’, ‘Success 4 Life’, and ‘Road to Wealth’, complaining about being excluded. Well, it’s obvious her writing doesn’t make the grade alongside the erudite opinions of the TV presenters, comedians and Big Brother hosts.

Let’s ignore the hooey about there being no more room on the bill, I’d suggest that by going public with her complaint, she’s shown that while it’s ok to pedal snake oil in her books, she’s  not prepared to take the same advice herself. Ms Sykes prefers the tried and trusted method of trial by media. It’s funny that when faced with unhappiness, her first reaction is to attack through the media rather than follow her own advice. She obviously doesn’t practise what she preaches.

In any situation, until all other legal avenues have been exhausted, media contact should be a last resort. These days, it seems it is the first resort. Get the cash first, then the justice later. In many cases justice is a moot point, it’s a done deal. All they want is the cash.

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Mad Max on Spin Cycle?

March 15, 2010 · 6 Comments

The more Max Markson continues to spin the ever unravelling tale of Princess Lara, it seems his most vapid client to date is testing his skills as a money-making svengali. His denial of the facts seem increasingly in need of that recently overused epithet, ‘it was taken out of context’.

First she didn’t know Fevola was married, then she didn’t throw her $200,000 ring down the dunny. What next? I don’t think the plumbers turned up just to meet cricketing hero Clarke. They’d expect a day’s pay for a day’s work. Clarke, who is paid by the match, or is it the headline, would never have called them out if the ring hadn’t gone down the gurgler.

Meanwhile Max is probably ruing the day he took Lara on and sidelined Cory Worthington. Now there was a solid client, no denials, just an arsehole from back to front.

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