The Drunk, Protagonist & Gai

 

11:11:11

 

I listened to him ring the bells - Disgusted. One of my workers walked over to the radio, picked it up and smashed it on the ground to end him forever, entertaining our shop again. Each night my boys went home with their fingerprints gone from rubbing back cars, their faces covered with plastic filler and this particular moment sensationalized the current flavour of their harsh life. Our Industry had been ruined by multi-national companies spot repairing cars; while the banks had offered me loans 18% above reserve rates;  while my workers credit cards were well used at +20% interest rates, my educated forward business planning could not even be fulfilled as base interest rates hit 2.5% - and all this protagonist could shout out for his million dollar wage was the abuse of.....

 

 Desperate Human beings used for their entertainment.......

 

To earn 'a grand a week' was tough in the automotive game and the boy's were hardened to Quality, time, efficiency and productivity: they could do no more. The Hero I listened to presented many politically motivated facts formidably ranting  'Your a Disgrace - Your a Disgrace - I'll be on to you...'  comparing Asylum seeker numbers arriving to a year ago as he rang the bells to emphasize his enthusiasm for the poor situation Howard & Bush had created in a war that opened up the uncertainty of fundamentalism to the world. Emotional abuse could not form policy for the next 30 years if intelligence was considered, but his manor was very Ocker as he presented listeners with the displeasure he felt of the 'undesirables' arriving in boats; a paid  Jesuits' Menzies party policy view  to foster more  right wing delinquents on behalf of the current Government

 

keeping the millions rolling in......

 

Spruiking of a 'Bad Government' was to me as if we were a less intelligent Country in some way, but obviously a purposeful Tone being endorsed by richer voters specifically to procrastinate such disgusting facts. The protagonist I had seen on TV saying  he missed his Father terribly; and of what a hard working man he once knew - I had felt empathy for him, as I had experienced the loss of my Old Man; but I knew he was misguided in expressing such convoluted emotions like an actor on demand - anger gave way to his true self.  Did he live in truth? I pondered - did he accept the Drunk as his mate - or in reality were they just  Poets serving their own purposes for flowery acclaim. He was a very sad Man, you could hear it.  I had also seen the darker side of this person at our local pool long ago, red faced like a pork chop as he stormed out yelling at his wife & kids for some reason that bewildered me. This Hourman used emotional abuse well and such Poetry saddens me as this man could do so much good in such a privileged  position to help my struggling workers

 

Was his ignorance being used by the Drunk for this side show......

 

The boat people drama that he cursed on his Radio program so liberally, would become the equally opposing force for him in life, so powerful was this Karma, that it had to return in his life somewhere - that maybe this simpleton could be awoken in finding repentance by challenging the uglier thoughts within,  carrying a morning program with absolutely no principles:  no policy's  and certainly no hope for this great Country. The irony was that our Nation was multi-cultural in the first place. We were all Boat People, the skips; and our Children faced their own problems  having  advertised gambling shoved in their faces each day and seeing the drunk on display reminds me of a binge drinkers culture that had been taught to me as to have fun. The callers intriguing me too,  being wound up to debate such trash, expanding on his fractured nutty concept of greater leaders who once were proud of Chivalry in the past, especially after the Vietnam war settling Cabramatta

 

thanks to Old Malcolm & Gough......

 

I'd been in a war zone during the Maoist uprising and I had seen first hand the tragedy that life presented to the Children with tanks in the streets and armed Militia, pillaging and shooting people at random. I knew first hand how frightening life could be for poor people escaping this existence and knew we actually only received such a tiny amount of people from an even scarier long boat ride. I knew that many countries faced many more asylum seekers each week, than our yearly average, with a lot less emotional abuse.  I knew these people, who the West had actually displaced for oil, now cost the taxpayer four billion dollars a year and sad when they could add that amount in productivity, paying their own way -  yet people with the same coloured blood were being persecuted on his morning Radio show with a sacrificial wake up bell to gain political support from fascists.  All this has compounded upon me to write more and more about the conscious views we all were expressing so easily of others, on our various chosen political sides -  Pathetically reducing our great 'She'll be right' Aussie consciousness for the pleasure of these short term strategists, who's ego's desired to keep a forceful control over religious freedoms & the poorer people,  who actually supported their life style.

 

Imagine if  your Children faced such adversity......  

 

The day prior the Drunk had proved more joyous for my workers in presenting the slurs just prior; just lost 'a hundred thousand dollars'  on one single bet  implicating to the Media of such collusion behind the scenes.  I heard a worker on the panel shop floor call out 'Fucking greedy bastards......'   For my workers,  life was harsh and the automotive game was a tough business to love. The lunch shed became alive that day with much more discussion about all these issues of how misfortunate life can be. My workers did love a $2.00 bet on the weekend, but now they deliberated the gambling industry was being completely manipulated by drunk algorithms. Did the Drunk care for Gai deep down,  would he be saddened by his moral when the haze lifted from his ugly soul; and would Gai ever come back?

 

The party I had once voted for had changed from its greater traditions......

 

I used  sit quietly at Charlie's Cafe opposite the Woolloomooloo finger wharf reading the Daily Telegraph. That morning Gai  was on the front page as I read the paper. I noticed that Jones was speaking the article with me word for word. I thought such creativity this station had, the protagonist bagging out Human beings as trash, the drunk manipulating the racing industry and Gai was being plagiarized in words that came from some other hard working Journalist. As I listened reading the exact same article I knew such a person could not ever come out  for the party interests especially right now as it would prove unfavourable to the drunks chance of reeling in more gold. It is a Bullshit life this political world isn't it - and a pretty easy life for celebrities to become rich building upon the destruction of others. The drunk's team were a formidable radio broadcasting force, yet I knew Heated air was Force with no substance and I have laughed editing this page of how one of them could so easily stab the other in the back if push came to shove.

 

That was the calibre of people who we were listening too......

 

Life is convoluted when people get paid millions of dollars to plant such division in society. It goes to all aspects of life when banks now exposed making billions in profits, taken from our savings accounts and while we are diverted to qualify inferior people, the bank hands out credit 18% percent above reserve rates for small businesses. Then there are absolutely no ideas of the population doubling or creativity to build a bridge which, by the way, took 25 years of  fighting - costing more than to building it. We waste millions of dollars on consultants who give us stupid 50 year rail plans, we sell our live Cattle for a pittance a kg  whilst Aussie's buy lesser quality meat here for $20+ a kg and our animals are abused cruelly in live trade. We give away our ores whilst other countries add 20x value to that price in products. The tallest most beautiful timbers in the world are chipped while poisoning our rivers and then we buy back filthy MDF boards to decorate our houses. My workers are simply trying to make ends meet, to feed their family, struggling to pay a mortgage: they say to me how all this could be considered intelligence, when we hear so much f'ing crap each day denouncing

 

people who built this Country.......

 

Broadcasting such savage intentions cannot command any respect. These Men are always the first to ask questions it seems,  but are the last people to do anything of substance. We as Aussies could provide these people's kids a better future - they haven't caused any of the economic problems. We live in the most  beautiful country in the world, but it is  spoilt by these uncreative rhetorical and  belligerent people who think they know better. The real hero's of this story could be in such a commanding position for change, by highlighting Institutional greed that ruins small businesses, by helping double the receipts of bi-partisan Government, whoever it is in Government ; and they could fight with words for the common man who is cutting himself up each day struggling to pay wages each week; instead of using disadvantaged people to build  their divided audience.

 

There is plenty of Space in Australia above the  rhetoric.......

 

Then,  each of these Men could celebrate a greater self-truth in knowing how bloody good we have it here, in this wonderful land, the oldest known culture on Earth. A Sovereign Island of multi-cultural people who have always tried very hard to move forward like the animals depict on our emblem understanding that we've had 60,000 years of great economy right here without this manipulated existence that only serves a few. 

 

And that is a subject worthy of ringing the bells for to celebrate how good life can be down under......

 

 

 

 

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