Sooner or later in life people move themselves to the status of bemused spectator. The point where concern or caring gives way to a clearing house for the inevitable. And the inevitable is – face it, you’re gonna get fucked. Government as an entity, your local representative, some pencil necked bureaucrat. They all see your freedoms and concerns as irritations to be bulldozed, making way for the super highway of demands from the corporate borg.
With the choices to change our status now confined to little more than a Pepsi Challenge, people are left to occasionally rage about this farce, impotently and anonymously (or most likely not) on some demeaned conspiracy corner of the internet. Mainstream media jerks mock the cries of “they’re all the same”. Like good little lapdogs, trying to embarrass and shame you back into engagement with a system that is merely illusory and offers outcomes that are inevitable.
Picking a political side so you can argue with some other simian about inconsequential smokescreens dreamt up by the political class makes you a moron. And the easiest way to identify a moron in modern times is when someone begins dribbling about left or right, or some culture war horseshit. “Engaged” morons look in the mirror and see the intelligentsia – not a divided and conquered idiot. When they’re not pushing the merits of their political side, they’re bemoaning the day when Justin Bieber’s speeding arrest leads the news. To the engaged moron, the Biebs kicking off the news hour is a sure sign of our decline. Yet manufactured political farce and focus grouped talking points filling the rest of the broadcast is their idea of legitimate, high-minded fare.
While we’ve spent countless hours being assailed with the political football of asylum seekers (do piddling amounts of these poor people matter when both major parties run massive hush-hush immigration programs at the behest of the big business lobby?) and the sovereignty of our borders, we’ve seen Australia’s sovereignty attacked on another front – under the banner of free trade and the Trans-Pacific Partnership. An agreement so cloaked in secrecy the people won’t even get a final peek at its contents until it’s jammed in whichever orifice is gaping wide open in response to finding out about those contents.
What we do know, thanks to Wikileaks, is Australia is resolutely baring its arse in a determined effort to be the bottom in a multi, hard cock orgy of supposed free trade. The irony (sorry for that tired word) being, the Liberal party, so opposed to bum sex, is the current shepherd. Spreading Australia’s collective cheeks for one major, and unlubed, red, white and blue dick to pound away at our sovereignty.
People should have been out on the streets with pitchforks on Australia Day about this, but our controlled media was filling our heads with tales of freedom as we march around the streets with Chinese made Australian flag capes. And pitchforks? We’d have to ring up our local Jim or VIP Mowing to borrow one, cause we’re too lazy to do our own gardening. Not that there’s much to garden anymore when the McMansion fills 90% the block.
But we’re not out on the streets for other various reasons – don’t know (thank you media), don’t care (huh what’s this?), or know it’s inevitable (like me) because the TPP is one of the clearest examples of politicians being put in place to give the illusion of choice. When in reality there is no choice and your owners are again getting what they want. Reading the smoke signals, this thing is signed, sealed and delivered. And there’s no other way to describe the outcome, but high treason.
Read the full article, The Idiot Tax, here
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