The Dead Roo

Gardening, it’s a political act. What bigger rebellion against the “golden straightjacket” could there be, to instead of buying food, grow your own and eat it?
It’s been some months since I posted a new batch of photos from my political garden. In the time since the June update I’ve done and learnt a LOT about […]

Tonight I joined millions of Australians and watched what will no doubt be the highest rating episode of Chaser’s War to date. The whole thing was sub-par, as if a week of hype took the wind out of their sails. But one bit struck a cord, Stairway to Kevin.
There’s a country that knows,
that Howard’s on […]

Yesterday Phillip Gomes told me all about the wonderous world of Twitter.
I now realize it wasn’t the first time I’d heard of it. I stumbled across twitter a couple of months ago, and all i could think of when I saw a bunch of people answering the question “what are you doing now” was “what […]

Due to a role I have accepted in the upcoming federal election campaign, my activities on this blog will be greatly restricted until the conclusion of that campaign.
I would like to re-iterate that anything I say or have said here is said in my personal capacity and should not be in any circumstances miscontrued as […]

The recent discussion about advertising and the objectification of women has got me thinking aboout modern feminism. That discussion prompted this chain of thought specifically because I find it slightly amusing when men get together and talk feminism. There always seems to be this earnest desire to make sure everyone is well aware that […]

Oi, Mr Newspaper, link to the bloody source when it’s online! Letter over the page.
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Gardening, it’s a political act. What bigger rebellion against the “golden straightjacket” could there be, to instead of buying food, grow your own and eat it?

Eventually there will be four beds so I can practice basic crop rotation.
I know, when cutting new beds you’re meant to cut beds in accordance with the contours of […]

Wouldn’t normally get personal, but as of yesterday I’m a grandfather. Grandson fine, daughter will recover. Now if only my hair and most of my beard will hurry up and get grey to match my demographic status!
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The real issue of this election is the person I might become, poisoned by unavoidable disgust with those around me who choose to mandate a party and validate policies proven corrosive to our shared humanity.

“Oi! Are you reading this when you shouldn’t be?” says the rather ugly smiley on the sidebar of the Crikey email.
Well, as a matter of fact, yes I have been. Ever since Crikey introduced the free two week trial, I’ve kicked off my daily blogging session with a perusal of the Crikey newsletter. Every two […]

A hot recent topic on LarvatusProdeo discussed raising boys without fathers.  I posted an even-more-prolix-than-usual response, and bared my soul to an uncomfortable degree, as I’ve been the male single-custodial parent of a daughter, and such perspectives are rare (and much sought-after by other single fathers-of-daughters).
If anybody in a similar situation wants a private […]

The following five people suck me of any urge to write, or inspire me to continue blogging.
Some how, in some bizarre way, this post was inspired by Cristy at LP getting all deep and meaningful and asking bloggers at large why they blog. This post has something to do with that question.
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I’ve never understood why both major parties in Australia seem to feel the need to, while maintaining a basically adequate welfare system, use it to demean and disenfranchise its recipients rather than actually helping them get out of whatever situation they may be in. I can’t see what purpose could possibly be served by justify […]

Aparantly some people actually go to the length of writing down “resolutions” for the new year. Normally I just mumble something about fitness, savings and or study.
I’ve spent a fair part of the last year morose about the declining state of our society and the concurrent decline in the Australian polity. Translated, I’ve been sad […]

Early this afternoon the smoke hanging over Wodonga was so thick I could barely see the primary school maybe two hundred metres from where I’m staying.
I was meant to be down visiting my childhood home in Kancoona. Bit of a lesson for ya, never trust others to do the fire prep. The place is a […]