Like Our Standards..The Autumn Leaves are Falling.

 

Shane in Autumn Leaves

G'day Possums,

It's been an extraordinary week in which right-wing parties various, have eloquently demonstrated the nadir of their pathetic moral standards and as well as their utter contempt for a civil society.

Starting with the Royal Commission into the finance sector … very much "The Magic Pudding" (it just keeps on giving) we discovered  that "celebratory Financial Guru"  Sam Henderson dismissed a complaint made by a potential client that his advice was "risible," painting her to the Financial Planning Association to whom she complained  as "…nitpicking and inflammatory…"  and asking them to keep it all a bit quiet as his reputation and business might suffer from advising someone to lose half a mill of their superannuation. 

Of course, your staff impersonating clients on the phone and not having the       qualifications you claim, is also not a good look either. 

Other peccadillos from financial advisors were signing documents for the client and creating clients initials  to approve modifications. 

"The banking industry royal commission hasn't uncovered bad behaviour that the government didn't know about, Piggy-Bank Controller Scummo Morrison said, raising doubts about the usefulness of an inquiry that could cost the economy half a billion dollars and said government agencies had already started dealing with the problems identified by commissioner Kenneth Hayne, which include low-level corruption, kick backs and poor lending standards."

Which begs the question, "Were you Scummo, complicit in their corruption because of their election funding?"

Daniel Wild-One a shill from the Coots-With-Queer-Ideas-From-a-Parallel-Universe, (IPA) in supporting the ruling rabble's insanity of tax cuts to big businesses who don't pay tax (including the banks presently being eviscerated at the RC) opined that the reason they, the banks, should get a tax cut is because it would help halt their present "nefarious practices."

Now, with that logic Danny-Boy has told you all you need to know about the ethical levels at the IPA....and the sort of intelligence you need to become a "research fellow".

But then, his boss Le Jongleur, Roskam put on a show as a panellist on QandA Monday last.  And what a display it was !

If a face (like Dorian Gray's) can expose in its meanness, eye-flickering attention- seeking, pinched lips and dull eyes what lies beneath in what he thinks is his Catlic soul, Le Jongleur fully displayed his threadbare social and political consciousness in a Mr Bumble-ish hand wringing parody of Dicken's Beadle from David Copperfield... an economic state he wishes us all to exist in…. ."....hard work makes you free…" he intoned seriously. Indeed!

As soon as Le Jongleur uttered those words I saw them in a German Gothic font....Arbeit Macht Frei. And now you don't have to wonder why Danny Boy is such a prat!
Rosakm is a devious rodent, blaming the ruling rabble for its policy's... policy they have adopted from the IPA's wish list... he really is evil.

A recording done secretly in 2016 apparently has another rat-brained ruling rabble oddball living in another universe. Mickey Sukkar had warned back then that the Vic branch of the ruling rabble was being infiltrated by "socialists" saying, “The last bastion, the last vestige of conservatism, which is the Liberal Party, is the last institution that they’re trying to get their way into.

“And, like termites, they’ll get in and they’ll eat us from the inside out unless we do something,” he told the meeting.

Hmmm... too many communion wafers?

What is it with these right-wing catlics who don't see their saviour's life lesson as "socialism" and seem to prefer the money-lenders of a fascist state.

Then came Anzac Day and dawn service at Gallipoli. There, Dodo Dutton, Commandant of Australia's concentration camps for refugees  farted to the assembly remembering the Anzac landings "… that the Turks, just like us, stopped the boats, too!"

No-one is quite sure why he left his little bit of brain at home.

At Villers Brettoneaux  Prime Miniature Truffles officially opened the Sir John Monash Centre (all $100,000,000.00 of it and started by Rabid -the-Hun when he was telling us Labor had broken the economy ) with a very prosaic speech.

Better was to come with the French Prime Minister Eduoard Philippe delivering a very moving eulogy to the Australian fallen.

I recommend a read here:   https://www.theguardian.com/news/commentisfree/2018/apr/25/the-earth-is-his-only-friend-french-prime-ministers-anzac-speech-in-full

Well there ya go, Petals, standards all over the place even Dipsy Mandy Devine, an Ugly American Murdoch shill  blaming the banking corruption for their "inclusiveness" of LBGTI  agenda... what a bloody fruit - cake. Off living in the IPA's parallel universe as well. 
And I almost forgot...there's a move afoot to create a monument at the War Memorial in Canberra to the navy personnel involved in "stopping-the-boats"! When you feel you have to honour actions against refugees fleeing wars and strife mostly created by your actions then you know that your sense of humanity is so diminished as to be non-existent.
Lest we Forget... what Australia used to be.

Hoo-roo Petals,

Shane

Do I hear the rumble of the Tumbrils?

Shane in new hallway

G'day Petals,
more pics from the Otways and  summation of Oz's slow descent into fascism and penury.

In a surprise move, the Australian Federal Police announced that due to their exhaustion after raiding multiple Labor pollies analysing the failed NBN, Union offices, refugee advocates, civil liberty activists and sundry socialist-leaning charities that they have neither the will nor the energy to raid any of the Banking executives, financial advisers or shonky accountants who are being revealed in the current Royal Commission as stealing hundreds of millions of dollars  from their "clients".
Spokesperson for the AFP, Senior Sergeant Plod also advised that in not having the authorisation the minister, The Harpy, Cash who is hiding because of her continual stuff-ups, it would not be seemly to act unilaterally in raiding major donors to the ruling rabble no matter how culpable or how tainted the donors offerings are.

Apollo Bay

Kelly Shaddupa-yo-Face, O' Dwyer, faux financial services and revenue minister caught with her pants down, drivelled on about ASIC actually been given teeth  and desperately tried to take a positive slant on the RC she and her gang of neer-do -wells had argued against for years.

With a curiously short time frame for a royal commission whose parameters were actually written by the banks before prime miniature Truffles would accept  its inevitability, his brilliant "tin-ear" for politics means that  the commissioners findings will co-incide with Barnyard Joyce's ultimatum about his leadership.

Otways

What a fun time.

Otways

Adding to the Ruling Rabble's sense of levity, Craig Crackers Kelly ( no relation to Shaddupa Yo-Face but of similar intelligence) having returned from a junket to Azerbaijan defended the "democracy" of the said country even though their electoral commission had accidentally released the results of the presidential election the day before the vote!
Crackers said he was reluctant to criticize them as Australia's system was not too "ridgy-didge" either. 
He should know being a member of the ruling rabble.

Otways

Journalist Phil Coorey  fantasized that Dodo Dutton was the closest facsimilie the ruling rabble had for a statesman. He didn't announce whether this was an audition piece for the Melbourne Comedy Festival.

Comedy capers abound at the local ruling rabble branches as they fight each other over who has the least amount of ethics.

Not Kelly O' Dwyer's Mouth

Well pleased with destroying the car industry Truffles has announced that rather than employing Australians to slaughter sheep on home soil,
$146,000,000.00 has been found to instead fund workers in Vietnam.

The Herb Garden's Fence

Author Richard Flanagan  rhapsodised eloquently at the National Press Club  t'other day.  Accurately nailing our current ruling rabble as a mob who have…"no moral legitimacy" and  "…a black comedy pregnant with a collapsed imagination and yearning for the chasm to overwhelm us…."
Flanagan outlined a vision of this country rarely espoused publicly. 
It was a moving and passionate address which was obtusely treated by one journalist, Sarah Martin (from the Ugly American Murdoch's West Australian) who told him he was "dissing" our democracy… he politely but bluntly disabused her of her fake news diversionary tactic. 
Later, on The Drum, panellist Ming Long responded to his speech in a truly middle class, air-headed, hand waving fashion praising his language but admitting she was not sure what he was talking about…sort of like talking about the frame around the Rembrandt and rather proving Flanagan's most salient points.

See it here….. it's worth a look and listen.

https://iview.abc.net.au/programs/national-press-club-address/NC1811C013S00

Hooroo Possums,
Shane. 

All at Sea.

Shane w/ Mt Gambier stone

G'day Possums,

goodness, it's been a silent month….but as the pic testify's, work was afoot.

What started as "…let's replace the carpet," progressed to.... "Well, I could re-align that wall upstairs…take that door around the corner… and what if…..?

And, so it went:  new doors,  ditch architraves and re-introduce stone., necessitating a trip to Mt Gambier to purchase more….. and although Mt Gambier might not be the centre of the universe, their Sorrento Café could well be… excellent food, affable staff and good service .. it's more than a café.  Breakfast to dinner.

Lower a ceiling, and do an almost full re-paint….re-line new walls with limed ply and re-discover what the place was about when originally designed. 

Exciting… and debilitating in a dirty, dusty space.

There was a time when Shane Wombat got a little depressed throwing away so much photographic and drawing history (mostly repeated stuff)  and storing more, till he felt he had no existence or space to live in that he knew at all.

But eventually it was, bar some minor little bits, done!

 All of which meant that a break was necessary and with a significant anniversary due..  it was off to Apollo Bay for a couple of days to re-calibrate, celebrate, relax and where the images and the current political malaise seemed to coincide.

Selfie Absorption.

Acting as a simpering apologist for a failed would-be governing body, today Fiction's Frydenberg's whole speech at the National Press Club was, without him being aware of it, a damning critique of the so-called "free market" and an expose' of the ludicrousness of a fragmented privatised energy market over which any government has little control: particularly this incompetent and divided cabal of a ruling rabble.

In a pathetic attempt to blame all and sundry for the disintegrating power system other than their own ideological ineptitude in recognizing the future, he recalled the tired old shibboleths of …blame labor …. blame their carbon tax… even though it would still have traction economically.

Poor Fictions… it's hard to understand that he really, really  believes the bullshit he coughs up!

 

Detritus.

The Red Terror of the Deep North, Appalling Hanson, managed to depress her low standing even further by targeting the winning Indian air-pistol competitors at the Commonwealth Games and calling them  Muslims…. they were all Hindi… and then jibing along the lines of:  "No wonder they won, shooting is a lot of what they do…..", to cement her stupidity. 
The limited intelligence from Ipswich then decided that there had been too much indigenous activity in the opening ceremony, which was to her feeble understanding, "outrageous" and besides,  "I'm indigenous, too!" she flatulated.

 

Uneasy Lies the Head...

Great uncle Otto's boy, Vichy Abetz has joined a with few others of similarly limited imagination, Cap'n Catlic Andrews, Rabid-the-Hun, Barnyard Joyce and Craig, Crackers Kelly to form the frivolously called Monash Forum.

Geese and Scavengers

 Named after General Sir John Monash of WW1 fame and later a significant consolidator of disparate private electricity companies to create the successful and profitably large employer, the  State Electricity Commission of Victoria….........until ex-premier and fellow ruling rabble Neanderthal Bovver-Boy, Foot-in-Mouth Kennett privatised it and sold it to the Malaysian Government and buggered supply and distribution costs to all Victorians.

 

...nuff said!

Vichy obviously wasn't told either, that Monash was a Jew;  one of those his great Uncle Otto sent from France in 1944 to the Nazi gas-ovens; and Barnyard also doesn't ken that Monash created wealth for the state: not, as he has done with the Murray/Darling and the Pesticides Authority of Dept of Agriculture, destroyed things.

Rabid-the-Hun demonstrated his commitment to this pathetic cabal by organizing a bike ride circling back to the future, past a coal fired power station demonstrating C19th technology.

As for Cap'n Catlic and Crackers? Their unreported silence was appreciated by all.

 

Mrs Wombat and a pastiche of J. Bishop.

Barnyard, whilst waiting for his mistress' and his assumed progeny to be born attempted to appear relevant by firing blanks at the Prime Miniature for equalling  Rabid-the-Hun's record of losing 30 consecutive polls (… the ruling rabble's 60th, btw) and hypocritically calling on Truffles to be "honourable" and stand down if things hadn't improved by xmas.

It was not announced where he had found that word or whether he actually understood its meaning before it curdled in his mouth.

 

ruling rabble policy setting.

Truffles, sadly found some solace in his miserable poll results in that most of his ruling rabble fellow travellers didn't want another leadership spill and would seem to want to see him "in situ" till his next electoral evisceration or Madame Guillotine beckons… whichever comes first.

I'm hoping for the latter and have begun buying yarn.

Cheers Petals,

Shane.

and then there was Rachel B....and her indefatigable dog..... 

and the Otways... lovely place...