Bowers might assist white blokes?

Well the most powerful man in the world, Donald Trump indicated that currently white males are having a very very difficult time.  The wanabe most powerful woman in the Australian Senate is trying to sing the same tune.  White men are treated badly, says Ms Hansen, indeed the victims of racism, it’s Ok to be white, she snaps, echoing some alarming fascist rhetoric..  Now Pauline’s bill on racist against white folk was very narrowly defeated in the Senate first time.  “It’s a mistake,” say the Nats and the Libs, “we didn’t mean to vote in favour.”   On the second round,  (Wentworth next Saturday) they voted against.  Which vote tells the truth?  Might there be a number of neo fascists hoping around on the Coalition back bench?

Now there are some intriguing bush flora members whose example may well assist white blokes with Neo Fascist tendencies into much happier outcomes.

So let us explore the grand world of bower birds.  A marvellous pair both male and female.  He is a dull little fellow, black and well frankly a little bland.  But blokes do not be disheartened by either his blackness or his blandness, and remember he has a shiny orange beak.  She however is a rather frivolous, a Mae West kinda gel, luscious green sheen for her in summer, winter she looks a little greyed, maybe it’s the lack sun.

He is a stay at home fellow, builds his little bower, decorates with blue and hopes for one or more of the luscious girls to pay him  a visit.  Perhaps it is worth mentioning that he must have been a more diligent fellow prior the European colonisation, searching earnestly for blue flowers, feathers or what ever to decorate his bower.  With the white man’s colonisation, blue items were easier to pick up and frankly in the last half century Mr Bower has lazily added blue plastic to the nest.  Indeed like his human equivalent he has endorsed the anthropescene era enthusiastically.

He remains a wonderful inspiration for human males with neo fascist tenancies.  Perhaps if they stayed at home, decorated, created beauty, fussed and scratched and combed the soil / carpets, provided a great tasting meal of tomato, lettuce, rhubarb berries, whatever the chosen girls bought home from her foraging / work life for the he and she of the human sphere, life might just be a lot more fun.

So let us explore how some of the alpha blokes shifting closer to the “white poor me” rhetoric might benefit from the bower experience.

Tony Abbot, yes yes he sitting restlessly on the back bench, ever hopeful.  But just imagine Tony happily back in his bower, Tony covered in shiny black feathers, no more lycra  (there are sterility questions relating to too much wearing of this material anyway),  decorating his little patch with nice replica pics of popes and bishops (Catholic of course), possibly a little font with trickling water and a nice rug facing a photo of god dressed in wonderful drag red velvet.  Surely Tony would be happy.  And time might be short, those ungratefully citizens of Wahringah, incited by grand effort of the people in Indi to rid themselves of a tiresome sitting Lib namely Mirabella, have inspired the Wahringahites to do the same!

Now Cory Bernardi is another perilously close to needing bower therapy.  He is a bland bloke, a smile not in his repertoire and like Tony, he seems a bit fixated on religion.  But as an unhappy male, his bower needs a row of hops to grace the front of his little mound and a few mull plants growing down the back.  A little buzz from the beer and gentle relaxation from a smoke, he could be saved!

Perhaps we need to investigate the arts as well.  While certainly not in neo fascist camp, some artists display some rather alarming images and messages.

Now that well known painter, Ben Quilty, sometimes a little grumpy when interviewed by women journalists, is highly regarded within the arts. But imagine a settled Quilty in an artistic blue bower in the Southern Highlands.  Not a Quilty raging off to Afghanistan and later painted tortured blokes back from war in desultory lashes of mud like rivers of oil paints.  Very evocative undoubtedly.  But how much happier would Mr Quilty be if he stayed home in a little bower and used water colour blues to capture the delicacy of cornflowers, blue bells or chirpy little blue wrens!  Not to forget, water based paints are undoubtedly a far better environmental outcome than oils!

But moreover imagine the so much happier lives of those tortured soldiers, if they had never been rotated on multiple missions and witnessed the fearful scenes of Afghanistan.  Very hard for these young soldiers to find a safely comfortable bower after returning multiple times from such war experiences.  Politicians seem happy to squander money on Capt Cook but are niggardly when it comes to returned soldiers.

So while Trump and Hanson set about easing the plight of white blokes, girls, we females are pretty much on our own.  But those colourfully Mae West bower galls, send us some messages too.

They are fly in fly out kinda girls, inspect the bower, scratch around a bit, might engage in five seconds of ecstasy or off to a better option.  The bower ladies travel in groups, behave outrageously, nip the Japonica buds of Spring, ravish the garden, indeed might best be described as garden trollops.  But they look pretty happy with life and there are no reports of one of these galls killed per week as a result of bower male aggression.  In fact no example of any such incidents.

The lesson here girls, go in groups, never stay too long and have a fast flash life!

Josephine Zananiri lives in the Independent electorate of Indi and currently works in the manual labour arena tending native and exotic trees,  so has plenty of time to think.  Followed everywhere by her two dogs Percy and Fino who generally agree on all subjects, only occasionally deserting the conversation in the chase for samba deer!  Slight differences in logic can therefore be attributed to the two woofers leaving their critical post!