God,
You do some things so stupidly right in every way, then you also do them stupidly wrong in every other way.
Australia, she is so phenomenal, so beautiful, the love of my life (after me of course). It’s not just Australia though, it is this ridiculous planet, ridiculous in all the best ways something can be ridiculous.
Australian music, far out mate, how beautiful. At the moment starting my Spotify on Inanay by Tiddas and letting her roll. The playlist comes with the most phenomenal of phenomenal sounds, it is you reflecting yourself, Gurrumul, Frank Yamma, many many more.
But, then, pal, you reflect yourself in other ways, like the American dude at the cafe today.
Did you not see the driver’s care taking every single caution to park as close to the curb as possible when you rode your bike into the space during the event? Then, mate, you had the nerve to tell the bloke that was confused by your actions you don’t understand him, in the most pathetic imbecile of ways, continuing on to get up and up him.
Oh, buddy, how did you feel when you watched what happened next while you were still being the world’s biggest cunt?
Yeah mate, I watched it all, every step, what a pathetic excuse for a human you are!
What happened next pal? That’s right, they opened the back door of the car which was now blocked some since they could no longer pull completely into the park because your bike was there. Next, the driver reached in, put his arms around a very old woman, maybe his Mum, he was at least 55, she was a bit ancient hey pal? Even older than you, and you’re a frail, bitter, sad as fuck 70 and more year-old American arsehole.
God, oh God, then you did the most beautiful of things, this time a 20-something year version of you. Stood up from your table, walked over, put your arms around her too and aided her to the table.
Oh buddy, how beautiful you are, but also what a cunt you are.
Hugs and kisses,
Frederick
For the fallen
With no thanksgiving, a mother wails for her children
Australia does not mourn the dead within her seas,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the pursuit of colonialism, genocide more important than the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music and poems to distract from desolation
And glory that shines in place of her Indigenous tears.
They went with songs to celebrate corroboree, they were young and they were old,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were free and civil, slaughtered by English arms,
Wiped from Tasmania, sticks against guns, the murdering English did not slow.
They shall grow not old, as the white grow old:
Old age shall not be available to them, the years only condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
Will we remember them?
A veteran mingles not with his laughing comrades again,
He sits no more at familiar tables of home,
He has no lot in our labour of the daytime,
He sleeps in a hammock, the freezing nights his throne.
But where our desires and hopes profound,
The truth is hardwired apathy hidden in plain sight,
To the innermost heart of his own land he is unknown
Not one of his brothers, sisters, Prime Ministers care for his life, his fight.
As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, 42 years, his service in vain.
He shall grow not old, as those with money grow old:
Aging shall not bother him, his retirement money cannot be accessed to save him,
As he starves in his hammock, at the steps of politician’s doors,
Will we remember him?
Enjoying privilege
Cheap countries, or just countries without a collective culture of greed are not only much freer in the liberties of life, also freer in the luxuries.
Question time, aka use your own brain time.
Australians, how many privileges in your life can you get fined for not participating?
Two cafes, one with better coffee, the other the energy food needed for a possibly taxing day.
Sit down at one, order from both, both orders delivered to the table without drama or even question.
Australia, what would happen there?
Aussies, you still calling voting a privilege?
Two more examples buds of how pathetic, as a 27 million collective, you are. Also, are you starting to admit yet that you might actually be in the highest narcissistic category? The 57% of Aussies who claim they have not experienced mental health issues.
Ideal, not ideal
Looked in the bank account yesterday, it was not healthy! So unhealthy in fact that the flight home was to the dollar, maybe two of them left. Some USD cash left but this won’t get me home and to Canberra, well actually it will, even zero dollars will.
I have been homeless in the most desperate of circumstances; nothing and nobody, sleeping in the freezing bush in a hammock, a fire going as close to me as possible, no food, no anything, not even the ability to purchase medication for the open root canal at the time.
My government and the organisations there to support me, in particular the war veteran space, were content to watch me die slowly, to let me starve on their doorsteps. My life, my breath, worth not even one cent to my family.
I survived. No, I did not, absolutely thrived, had a phenomenally beautiful time, broke all my remaining chains; the chains of family, friends, support networks, attachment to my birth country, all the other rubbish.
My zero dollars, which actually isn‘t zero dollars, strange as hell. Today there is an extra $400 in the account, no idea where it came from, it was not there when checking the balance and no sign where it came from, I‘ll bloody well take it. So, now, I get to Rachel‘s with no pressure, she lets me in or not, who cares, I need nothing from her.
Even with absolutely nothing I know I will be okay, again. Not just survive, thrive, and have a fucking good time of it. Rachel has nothing I need even though she has everything, nothing at all she can offer I need.
If I do not want to be there, or she doesn‘t want me, straight to the homeless shelter for however many nights I need until the welfare money comes in and off I go on another Aussie adventure. Beautiful BEAUTIFUL life.
Seven months later return here, be still, be settled, give myself the best chance of a sustainable beautiful life.
Everything is here for me, the shit that is not is what I will bring back. Set up one of the world‘s most beautiful fungi spaces, no, the world‘s most beautiful.
My bag on return will be full of spores, both the magic kind and the less magic kind. Not only that, all the people here abusing this shit will not be able to anymore, my mushrooms come to you for free but only once you have attended a session. Donations are welcome but you don‘t have to as I do not need anything from anyone for at least another 10 years.
I never have to work again, it is phenomenal being me. Just a pure phenomenon!
Should I still be alive at the end of those 10 years I‘ll have everything that I desire; a real family, a free family, a family where the adults are not abusing each other, and especially are not abusing their children. It will be the only family like it that has ever occupied this earth.
There is a woman here, la Tatuadora, the only reason I would come back and yet I have not approached her at all for this purpose. The purpose was never the intention, there was no purpose in terms of a future, there still is not, am no longer attached to this thing.
Family comes and I live and experience the last thing that is of interest to me or I die when that time has passed, 23.5 months at this stage and counting down.
I will not be an old man, full stop, I especially will not be an old man raising children. The whole way through I will be as fit as fuck, even fitter than I am now, I will actually be a role model to my children rather than the disgusting fat lazy lards many men become after their wife destroys her body to have children. I will not be a lazy cunt, simply because I am not and never have been a lazy cunt.
So, this woman, absolute perfection is here. Her energy, kindness, patience, love, care for her ownself and ridiculously beautiful manner with her son is the foundation of all foundations for this shit.
In the end I approached her in a way, this morning, less than 24 hours before having to make my way to the airport, making it clear in the process there is no pressure on her decision. And, really, the request wasn‘t anything other than what it was, to stay in contact, learn the languages together. That was it, and it was the only intention.
I do not have feelings or a crush or any other stupid rubbish that drives people to think love is driving the motivation, that disgusing thing you call love anyway. It is not, this is simply attachment, needing to take for yourself to fill yourself because you cannot do it for you. When your motivations are in attachment, they result in the terrible shit in every house, including yours, domestic (family) violence.
No, none of that shit. La Tatuadora and me have a beautiful platform, it was this platform motivating my request.
Six to seven months in Australia before being able to access the chunk of money required to leave. In that time staying with Rachel on and off, playing and umpiring Aussie Rules Football, and potentially bits and pieces around the place. Resulting in a much bigger nest egg to set myself up back here.
Yeah, am 43, but guarantee will dominate no matter where I play. My body, strength, fitness, speed, agility, balance is at the peak of its powers, has been for years. Age has nothing to do with it, being a lazy cunt or not is the problem. And, I‘m not even fit yet, not me standards of fit anyway. A 30 kilometre walk up a big hill with 20 kilos on the back was a challenge, I did not train for it. A little training and could do it twice, at least, I know this, have lots of proof from my past.
The group hike the other day that all are saying was hard, one of the hardest, it was a walk in the park. That rubbish I would usually do in flip flops. Were I training would have done it three times with energy to spare.
The platform is a simple one, she is extremely patient and I am extremely patient. She has lots of time at the store and I have shitloads in Australia. My only interest is to improve my Spanish, do almost nothing but learn so that when I return to the Americas the language barrier is no longer as much of a barrier.
This is the foundation, my Spanish and her English are at similar levels, we can work through stuff, take our time to understand together.
Through our learning, our conversations, we get to know each other too rather than me lying on her table for over 15 hours while she stabs me with pins. Not much conversation occured, mainly silence, beautiful comfortable silence, one of the best of the best things. She can be silent, as can I, the foundation is strong.
When it is time to return she will ask me to come here if she would like to experiment on having a future together, it is the only reason I would return, there is none other. Without the invite I‘ll go somewhere else, keep trying new things, see what happens.
Preferably I‘ll come back, we‘ll give ourselves an opportunity at creating a beautiful harmonious existence together, the three of us to start with (four including her mother). A step closer to my dream.
So, going back to Australia is not ideal while being absolutely ideal. Absolutely ideal in timing and moving forward.
Much much MUCH more beautifully I may get to see at least two of my nieces and nephews again, the only single thing I miss about Australia, these pinnacles of beauty.
Abusing the PM versus Sarah
Anthony Albaneze, what a disgusting mess of a ‘leader’. This man is no leader, he is merely a puppet whose strings are being pulled without him having any idea. He has no idea because he is a weak man, he is as dumb as dumb can be, there is no integrity in his life, he does not have the ability to think his own thoughts.
Hence, he is the leader of a thoughtless mindless drone population.
There is no place for abuse if we want to move forward in safety but somebody like Albo cannot demand others stop abusing, abusing him, it is hypocrisy. Particularly given he is the primary perpetrator of all abuse on these shores, Australian shores. What a pathetic bitch cunt.
Albo is abused because he is an abuser in every moment in office, killing Aussies by the thousands and thousands. Sarah, she is abused in every moment in the office, in a position where she is fighting for people to live better lives, to live, while being abused by the primary Australian abuser, Albaneze, and her indutstry, nursing.
I cannot tell you how many times Sarah came home from work after being abused by another scumbag in tears. Coming home late after being forced to stay at work beyond her paid hours, and not being compensated. Feeling guilty for not taking that double shift, sometimes triple, she was being pressured to take.
Just like the military nurses have a significantly higher incidence of suicide and self-harm than the general population of Australia. Again, I fucking ask you, how do we accept this? The soldiers, their rate is seven times higher, they do not even need to step a foot outside of the country, the number represents all military service.
How do we accept sending cunts to die and deal death, that those who give themselves to others dying and diseases themselves become the deceased by the touch of their own digits? Just fucking how cunts??
How do we continue to spend so much on war, other pricks wars, and rubbish overseas when our own problems are so disgusting? How do we not reduce military spending to increase nursing capacity? Just how.
When are we going to open our eyes and repurpose our military for peace, why do we not fight for this?
Tell you a couple of things, we repurpose for peace and there is no longer a need to control people to become mindless robots.
Mindless robots, it is the problem with the defence, all thought and self-expression, self-capacity is removed from a person and therefore their ability to reintegrate into the normal world is very difficult. Hence, the statistic.
So, repurpose, allow people some freedom in their being, watch as they flourish and the statistic stagnates.
The money saved? Into nursing, hiring a whole fuckload more of them. Roll on effect? Reduced hours, reduced requirement for double/triple shifts, significantly reduced stress, less suicides.
Like, God, how hard is it to give a fuck about the people who give a fuck?
In both cases, both parties continue to go into these professions with nothing but pride in their heart, they no longer leave with a massive hole (often in their head and loved-ones lives). Instead, they remain whole, get to live the beautiful life their service to this country should have allowed, the glory we say with words but forget about in actions.
Albo, you spineless prat, this is you fault. All of this. Nobody elses. Take responsibility you pathetic rat.
Fucking fix it, you can!