First of all an apology. I don’t want you
to misconstrue something I said back in the best selling edition of bifkinpie
“I met a woman who didn’t wear shoes.” I wrote ‘dur’ to follow one of the
articulately chaotic points I made and it was aimed at myself but could have
been assumed to be at you, pointedly, dear mega fan. It wasn’t.
Sorry. It’s since been edited.
Sorry. It’s since been edited.
Communication is a bastard isn’t it?
Working within communications myself makes it glaringly obvious, particularly
when miscommunications appear in communications. Which is all the time, right
weevil face?
We’ve all had an ambiguous text and made
our own sense from its sprawl, but we took a wrong turn and in rendering the
sense conclude with something so skewed from the intended origin that some form
of balls up occurs.
I want to talk about something, but I’m
scared to. I have been having clandestine discussions with friends and family
that frighten me. Please take my hand.
I know I’m not alone.
Some time around 17 something something Australia was predominantly occupied by a huge influx of Northern European scum, non-scum and loads of Chinese merchants.
Some time around 17 something something Australia was predominantly occupied by a huge influx of Northern European scum, non-scum and loads of Chinese merchants.
The conquerors had their own ways of
living; They hung about a bit. Drinking, frolicking, building, doing great
stuff at the cost of doing shitty stuff.
The earlier occupier looked on whilst
taking just enough. They roamed, lived by different myths and ritual. They were
pretty peaceful, generally. Or outnumbered. Without guns.
“They’re bloody stupid”
Said all of them about each other.
Unfortunately one side didn’t mind killing
people. En masse.
Sits uneasy with me that you know. Really
uneasy.
Australia can’t tackle the powerlessness
experienced by the Aborigine community, with its masses of addiction issues,
freely obtained government money, and all the negatives of living a sedentary
life; the Aborigine way has had its essence completely annihilated by aliens.
May 26th is apology day where thousands
of new conquerors walk over the Harbour Bridge to say “Sorry”.
Bet that was a cracking aftershow
party…
It’s an absolute sham that no compromise
has been explored. But how do you blend two ways of life when belief systems
are so opposed in purpose, in manifestation, in everything that it is
incomprehensible to other facets.
How would the two ways of life come
together for compromise? Is compromise even possible? Is it too late?
Could we – when faced with an opposing
belief system – hold our hands out and say:
“Ok, we don’t get it, but we’ll just crack
on? Oh, and how are you today?”.
Oh if only it were that simple. If only we
were that simple.
For me, regression is a huge thing of
compromising my belief system. I thought we were moving forward.
We must move forward.
Said all of them.
WE MUST MOVE FORWARD!
CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS?!
(silence).