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BBC caught out

Tory fury as BBC sends hecklers to bait Howard
The BBC was last night plunged into a damaging general election row after it admitted equipping three hecklers with microphones and sending them into a campaign meeting addressed by Michael Howard, the Conservative leader.
…the hecklers began shouting slogans that were “distracting and clearly hostile to the Conservative Party”. These included “Michael Howard is a liar”, “You can’t trust the Tories” and “You can only trust Tony Blair”. Why is anyone surprised. That’s the role of public funded TV. Like it’s spawn, the ABC, the BBC has always had a left bias and a belief that their role is to make any conservative government look bad.

A letter to Ray

Ray, old mate. Mate, I’m off to march with the boys tomorrow down Adelaide Street Brisbane. I’m taking my father for a walk as well – you remember Dad, you met him before we went to Vietnam. Well, Dad had served in the Navy during WW2 and died some years ago, but every Anzac Day I take him on the parade. Well, at least I wear his medals on my right breast and he’s sort of with me in spirit. Before the march I’ll get up at 3:30 and go to the Dawn Service at the local RSL. It get’s harder every year but until it’s as hard as landing at Gallipoli, and it never will be, I’ve got nothing to complain about. I go there to pay homage to all the lost souls of all our wars. Ray, I remember the day you died in that shitty country. You felt no pain mate, but we did. We cleared our way though to you. Alan was already dead but you were still alive, albeit unconscience. I stayed with you until the chopper came and watched you being loaded with a bad feeling in my heart. Later, back in Australia, I met your Father in 1972 at the City of Sydney RSL. I told him of your last moments, how you died game and how you didn’t suffer. Of course, that was no solace for the man – there is no solace for such a loss . He cried and I put my arm around his shoulder and we both cried for your lost youth and premature demise. He truely loved you and lived on for 20 years or more, missing you every day. Our detractors say we only glorify war on ANZAC Day. Well mate, maybe commemorating your life, death and sacrifice is glorifying war but I don’t think it is. Us guys from Recce Platoon try not to think of Vietnam too often but this weekend I had Flea up from Melbourne as a house guest for a couple of days, and of course, all the memories flood back. You remember Flea – he was my forward scout. I met Bull Mahoney a few years back. You remember he stood on a mine as well. He ended up losing both his legs and when he got home he spent years in hospitial followed by rehabilitation and then was told he was fit enough to work. He was too. He took on a newspaper delivery service. His wife drove and he sat in the back and threw the papers out. He said it was OK but a real bitch when turning corners. You see, without any legs he couldn’t brace himself and would roll off the seat if he didn’t watch it. The Department of Veterans affairs were right though, he could work. We just think he shouldn’t have to. Years later they gave him a pension. Ted Molloy turned up in Brisbane some years back. He was wounded with Bull and while lying there listening to the screaming of all those wounded men he started saying the rosary. It helped to settle every one down. You remember Ray, you were there that day. Well apparently Ted was fit enough to work as well. His legs were hardly recognizable as legs but he worked for years in the construction industry and told me that the pain was terrible but the Department of Veterans Affairs repeatedly rejected his application for pension. After several appearances at the Appeals Tribunal Ted’s counsel could see they weren’t making any headway against the beaurocrats, so in desperation told Ted to stand up and drop his trousers. He did so and the stunned silence from the members of the tribunal foreshadowed the approval of a pension. A picture is worth a thousand words and it wasn’t a nice picture. Maybe they looked into their souls and saw an even worse picture. Mate, you’d laugh to see us now, we’re all old men. You, of course are forever etched in our minds as young. Fit and dedicated to your mates – you were all we could ask for as a digger. Of course a lot of the country didn’t see it that way. You’ll be saddened to know that the press, the RSL of the day, the intelligensia, and even the Prime Minister, (a bloke called Whitlam) derided our service. Whitlam even had a commo as his deputy. A bloke called Jim Cairns, who as president of a USSR/Australia group even travelled to the USSR while they were sending arms, ammo and advisors to Vietnam to better kill us. He organised something called Moratorium Marches where uni students, wharfies, red raggers, and other ill informed people could gather in the thousands and spit on us. I met Pat Kelly last year down in Melbourne. I remember the last time I saw him he was lying down after a genade had taken him out. Blew me arse over head as well but Pat took all the shrapnell. That was the day Neil Richardson died and a few others were shot and shrapnelled. Well they are still getting shrapnel out of Pat. He lost his eye that day and later on he had to have a heart transplant but he’s still the happy and ever smiling Irishman he was when you knew him. Some things don’t change. Mate, we missed you for all these long years but rest assured we will think of you tomorrow and quietly raise a glass in your honour. While others still call us killers and question our service, the real Australians now line up on the footpaths and applaud our passing. They applaud our passing, we commemorate yours. Rest easy Mate. Ray ‘General’ Paton and Alan Talbot were killed in a mine incident near the town of Phouc Bu in Phouc Tuy Province South Vietnam on 1 Feb 1971. Wounded were the Platoon Sergeant, Dick Williams (killed the following year in a MVA), Neil ‘Shorty’ Godbold ( Shorty stood on the mine, lost a leg and then committed suicide some years later just before the 1987 Sydney Welcome Home March) and Phill Ryan. Phil is the only survivor from a very bad day and all of these guys were the last battle casualties suffered by 7RAR in Vietnam. The full story is here

Why do we bother?

I note in this mornings Australian a letter from David Lyons who lives in Hallidays Point, NSW
ON Anzac Day when we ponder those Australians who fell while invading other nations, we might ask ourselves just why Australians were involved in invasions of Turkey, Korea, Vietnam and Iraq in the first place. The inhabitants of these countries had made no threat to Australia, indeed most would have been struggling to place Australia on a map. David Lyons Hallidays Point, NSW
David, if you’re going to be asking yourself questions you might start with getting you’re facts right. True, we were involved in invading Turkey and Iraq but in both Vietnam and Korea we were involved in stopping other countries invading, not invading ourselves. In Korea, the North Korean communist party, ably assisted by the Chinese communists, invaded South Korea with the intent of imposing their oppression over the people. Had it succeeded, South Korea would be a basket case like the communist North Korea is today, rather than a free and prosperous society. In Vietnam, the communist North Vietnam invaded for the same reasons as in Korea. Had the western world not been white-anted by the media and opportunistic communist propaganda thenVietnam would not be the basket case it is today. I have been to Vietnam recently and the country is still locked in 18 th Century poverty and the people have few freedoms. I might add, there is hope for Vietnam but it will take a long time to overcome 30 years of communist ‘lockdown’ and Russian ‘help’. In Turkey, we invaded to stop Germany expansionism and in Iraq we invaded as a part of the war against terror. David, your philsophy, if applied over the last century and this one, would have the world a terrible place to live in. You have to realize that human nature dictates that some will try and impose their will on others and some will fight that imposition. The fact that some have fought allows you the freedoms you enjoy today. You say ‘the inhabitants of these countries had made no threat to Australia’. Maybe they didn’t but their governments surely did. You need to read more. You didn’t mention Japan invading the Pacific and threatening Australia. Was Australia’s deployment of troops to Papua New Guinea another invasion in your strange world? Stay home on ANZAC Day and watch football and let Australians who understand the world as it really is commemorate the sacrifice of so many so that stupid bastards like you have the freedom to denigrate that same sacrifice.

‘Country Life II’

I bet you all think you know about the ‘birds and the bees’, that the secrets and wonders of new life are well withing your grasp. Well I’m here to tell you you’re wrong.Witness the mother and calve below. No hanky panky for her. She didn’t even get to meet the bull. Rita, the mother, was flushed at cycle (when she’s on heat)and 15 plus eggs were consequently removed from her uterus. These eggs were artificially inseminated with semen imported from the US and five succesful ‘conceptions’ were implanted in cows. Four in surrogate mothers and one in Rita. All went to full term. The calve in the picture is just one of them.ritaandcalf.gif\n\nThe next morning at Marlborough was the start of the judging. Brahman Cattle studs from all over Queensland turned up. Marlborough may be a small country town but the Brahman industry is huge and any chance to win a prize must be taken seriously.\n\nwashcattle.gif /*!

Howard to blame for Domestics

THE Howard Government’s annual $3000 “baby bonus” is contributing to domestic violence in low-income households as parents fight over how to spend the money. Catholic Welfare Australia has done well. They’ve highlighted their cause and managed to blame Howard in the same article.
Catholic Welfare Australia chief executive Frank Quinlan yesterday told a federal parliamentary inquiry into balancing work and family life that his agency was receiving increasing reports of household violence provoked by disputes over welfare payments.
People have domestics for lots of reasons and I guess an income spike is one of them but to blame the source of the extra income is drawing a very long bow. The same logic should apply to commerce. Guy works overtime, gets income spike, has domestic over what to spend it on and blames his boss for providing overtime. Get real!

Hacked?

Telstra ADSL Broadband was working OK with my limited 500MB download when all of a sudden it went beserk with treble and quadruple useage. This has left me with about $900.00 in excess download bills. As my patterns didn’t change the only thought was, I was getting hacked and used. When I reached this conclussion I checked Explore and found a series of blue folders and files that, to the best of my knowledge I had not initiated. I’m trying to develop a case to go to Telstra’a Ombusdman as I don’t think I should be charged for useage that I neither initiated nor authorized. The doubtful files. hacker.gif Any help from my IT advantaged readers.

New CDF

I must admit to an Infantryman’s bias here. I have always thought that RAAF officers were more into commanding aeroplanes than men and thus had less understanding of the Army and Navy with their troops-before-equipment emphasis. That of course, is a generalization and doesn’t take into account a lot of other factors. The RAAF are a very professional force and have provided support to Infantrymen in trouble over many campaigns and wars. I owe them and can only respect any man that rose to the highest levels of command within the RAAF. The thing that matters most to us lower ranks is a 3, 4 or 5 Star rank’s ability to stick up for the troops of their service. We would want them to tell the Politicians the truth even when they don’t wan’t to hear it and never, never contemplate a career in politics whilst serving – it contaminates decisions. I was once told by a Colonel that after promotion above regimental command too many officers became political. That is to say their decisions were couched in political outcomes and paid less and less attention to the needs of the troops and the requirement to be able to meet the respective forces prime aim of closing with and destroying the enemy Cosgrove always maintained his integrity as an Army officer and pushed for outcomes that would look after the troops while enhancing their ability to wage war. I served with Cosgrove when he commanded the 1st Battalion and can vouch from personal experience that whereas we worked hard under his command it was very apparent that loyalty had a downward perspective. If we did right by him, he would do right by us. We were even on first name terms as in he would call me Kevin and I would call him Sir. I see no evidence to suggest that Houston isn’t of the same mould. Albeit with a RAAF background and therefore unknown to me, he has already shown an ability to defend the troops and tell politicians what they might not have wanted to hear. It’s a good start and I wish him well. The future promises to be even more demanding for the ADF and it will take a strong hand to keep moving forward. The media release of the Prime Minsiters announcement is here and go here for a biography of Air Marshal Allan (Angus) Grant Houston, AO, AFC as Chief of the Air Force (CAF) UPDATE: I have just read AM Houston’s biography in detail and note;
In 1989 he enjoyed one year as a Squadron Commander with the 5th Aviation Regiment.
The 5th Aviation Regiment is an Army unit. He’ll do.

Drug Bunnies

What are these people doing? Don’t they read the newspapers? You’d think even the thickest of druggies would stop taking drugs to Bali while Schapelle Corby is on trial. I am not going to let myself feel sorry for them when they come up for trial.

Country Life

Late Thursday I left Brisbane to attend a Central Queensland country show at Marlborough. Driving in a Nissan Cattle truck we first went to ?Chudley Stud? in the North Coast hinterland to rest overnight and then load the Brahman Stud cattle early next morning for the 600 km trip to Marlborough. Why? Has the old soldier enlisted in the Cowboy Corps? No, but I once worked at Nudgee College, a local Christian Brother run private school. My two sons completed their secondary schooling there and whilst so associated I made some good friends. One of these, Brian, runs the Cattle Club where he takes young men and helps them with rural activities associated with cattle. Continue reading »

‘Country Life’

Late Thursday I left Brisbane to attend a Central Queensland country show at Marlborough. Driving in a Nissan Cattle truck we first went to ‘Chudley Stud’ in the North Coast hinterland to rest overnight and then load the Brahman Stud cattle early next morning for the 600 km trip to Marlborough. Why? Has the old soldier enlisted in the Cowboy Corps? No, but I once worked at Nudgee College, a local Christian Brother run private school. My two sons completed their secondary schooling there and whilst so associated I made some good friends. One of these, Brian, runs the Cattle Club where he takes young men and helps them with rural activities associated with cattle. These young men aren’t all country kids. About half of the class are city bred and the confidence building exercise in learning to care for, water, feed and show beasts weighing up to a tonne lifts them. Some boys are disadvantaged, some carry the burden of disabilities but they are all expected to pitch in and help. Some, like young Will from out west, the student President of the Cattle Cub, is going through the process of having adult-hood forced on him by the tragic, untimely death of his Father. AT 16, and in his last year of secondary schooling, he is the now heir-apparent of a large proportion of the earths surface in the form of cattle properties in Queensland. The normal life of a hedonistic, hardworking rural youth will now be tempered with responsibilities that few men take on in their lifetime. It’s a good guess that by the time he is twenty he will be responsible for tens of thousands of cattle and the financial security of a large Queensland family. Good luck, mate. The dinner conversation revolves around cattle prices, chances at the judging at Marlborough and the lack of rain. Chudley Stud owner, Rob Walker, reminds me of Hanrahan, the subject of John O’Briens poem Said Hanrahan
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, “If rain don’t come this week.”
“Ten years ago we averaged a hundred inches a year, said Rob. And now we’re lucky if we get thirty”.
The grass is high and thick but I will admit the dams need a flush. The homestead is typical “Jolliffe” who’s drawings and cartoons died the terrible death of pollitcal correctness. His Lubra’s and cattlemen were an art form in themselves while his homesteads were all ‘zero-cost, labour-intensive bush-timber and 8-gauge wire constructions. Rob’s homestead is built from bush timber, the only tool – a chain saw, and the only joins – Cobb and Co eight gauge wiring. It is an art form and just walking around and looking is in itself entertaining. Not only does Rob never throw anything out but he doesn’t let his neighbours throw anything out either. Hundreds of years of rural property history resides on his walls, floors, ceilings and in his yards.\n\nIMG_0596.JPG\n\nIMG_0595.JPG Note the rough timber ceiling joists and rafters. The walls are all “log cabin’ cladded. The local Mayor comes to the many parties Rob holds but they never, never discuss ‘Council Building By-Laws’ The after-dinner conversation stretches on as Rob, living on the property while his delightful wife back lives at their home in suburban Brisbane, grabs any company driving by, hog ties them to the railings and seduces same with cold beer and funny stories. By midnight, with the world beef prices stabilized, politicians advised of the correct manner of managing rural Australia and all the problems of the Middle East fixed we retired comfortable with the fact that the world was a better place at the end of the evening than it was at the start. It rained during the night. The sounds of rain on a corrugated tin roof have always lulled me to sleep but consider also, that in this ‘Saltbush Bill’ Homestead one could actually see the rain fall through the gaps in the log walls. \n\nGreat night, great sleep.\n\nIMG_0676.JPG A Brahman. Imported from India, these beasts are tick resistant and able to handle the high temperatures of Australia The next morning we load 11 head, two with calves, for the 700 odd km trip to Marlborough. The ‘we’ is a royal ‘we’ as I cunningly managed to arrive on scene with only my good boots on. Couldn’t ruin them in the muddy yards, could I?. Strangely enough they managed to muster, halter and load without my help. Marlborough, some 100 plus km north of Rockhampton, is a typical small rural town half way up the East Coast . One pub, one shop and one servo (Petrol station). The one shop doubles as hardware, Post Office, Bank, Stock feed and equipment shop and any thing else needed. The Show Grounds are about half a km from town. We arrive late on Friday afternoon and select an area for camping and looking after stock. The stock is all unloaded, fed, watered and bedded down on straw. We have dinner, cooked by one of the boys. Jack, at 16 is an old hand at camp cooking and soon has the younger boys helping with the preparation. I’d bet some mothers would like to know his secret. Cattle fed, watered and settled. Boys fed, watered and unsettled with all the rural girls around, and now time for the men to continue working. Some woman, my wife included, refuse to acknowledge standing at a bar is working but we men know it is. Deals to be done, cattle judges to be sweet-talked, secrets to be gleaned from loose talk by other breeders and friendship developed for later manipulation. At the bar I readily and speedily confess I’m not a cattle man. Although dressed in boots, jeans, checkered shirt and Akubra hat, the hat is actually a slouch hat and has the Army ‘broad arrow’ stamped on the liner. Without missing a beat one cattleman say “fetch Striker” and within minutes I’m talking to ‘Striker’ Rea who, other than being a cattleman, also served in Vietnam with a sister battalion. It’s on.Within an hour ‘Striker’ and I are old mates and arguments are going my way with his support. He says to some local dissenting cattleman…you’re not going to win, we’re Infantry mates…I’m duty bound to back him. \n\nMost bar conversations are meaningless if you weren’t there but some very good advise stuck in my mind. When buying meat, the thick fat on one side or end of a piece of steak is body fat and is a big no-no. It doesn’t melt during the cooking process and it’s ability to damage the body is the stuff of nightmares retold by Vegans and Dieticians to their children as bedtime stories. In marbled beef, the marble effect is caused by intra-muscular fat. It is this fat that gives the taste and in cooking, melts at a lower temperature than body fat. Visually, this fat comes across as thin white lines and this is what you should you look for when buying steak. It melts onto the BBQ plate and while you don’t consume this fat, you do get the benefit of the taste We wander back to camp and have the obligatory ‘one for the road’ after several ‘ones for the road’ at the bar. Tomorrow is serious stuff. A lot of money is made from ribbons won at shows. Get yourself a “best Female’ for the show and treble her calve prices. Sleep now, more tomorrow.
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