AND SO A BLOG IS BORN
Great rejoicing was heard throughout the world and grown men wept with delight as a shiny new blog entered the world. It will not contain well-researched or even well-reasoned posts cleverly designed to showcase my brilliant education, insight or intelligence.
What it will contain is whatever happens to be on my mind at the moment; which at the moment is Ray Robinson, the ATSIC Commissioner. He was on the radio today complaining that aboriginal affairs was being treated as a "political football". What's he complaining about - he's been a pretty handy little half-back in that game for years. Actually, it isn't just Ray-baby that's been on my mind; it's the whole aboriginal industry. If you have a look at ATSIC or any of the regional Land Councils you will see that the mindless pursuit of power, prestige and influence is not confined to the whitefellas.
Many years ago I lived in Alice Springs where I met an aboriginal girl, who , for the sake of clarity I will call Cathy Freeman. Actually, I met shitloads of aboriginal girls but only one of them is relevant to the story. She was not a local, but was from the Bardi people, north of Broome. Not only was she very good looking, she also had great taste and never let me even see her pants, let alone get into them. Cathy had been working for the Central Land Council in the excisions department for two years at the time I met her. So what had the CLC been doing with Cathy's Arizona State university educated mind for two years... Absolutely nothing. There hadn't been an excision claim in that time and the Powers-That-Be decreed that she wasn't allowed to work anywhere but her own department. Cathy got so bored that she would come around to my workshop on Saturday mornings when I would teach her how to rebuild old Holden engines. (CLC wouldn't let her do it during office hours because she might get behind in her work.)(When they eventually gave her some that is.)
So what's my point? I don't have one - I told you this won't be well reasoned. The spell checker just told me to replace shitloads with stilts. Who programmes those fucken things?
Great rejoicing was heard throughout the world and grown men wept with delight as a shiny new blog entered the world. It will not contain well-researched or even well-reasoned posts cleverly designed to showcase my brilliant education, insight or intelligence.
What it will contain is whatever happens to be on my mind at the moment; which at the moment is Ray Robinson, the ATSIC Commissioner. He was on the radio today complaining that aboriginal affairs was being treated as a "political football". What's he complaining about - he's been a pretty handy little half-back in that game for years. Actually, it isn't just Ray-baby that's been on my mind; it's the whole aboriginal industry. If you have a look at ATSIC or any of the regional Land Councils you will see that the mindless pursuit of power, prestige and influence is not confined to the whitefellas.
Many years ago I lived in Alice Springs where I met an aboriginal girl, who , for the sake of clarity I will call Cathy Freeman. Actually, I met shitloads of aboriginal girls but only one of them is relevant to the story. She was not a local, but was from the Bardi people, north of Broome. Not only was she very good looking, she also had great taste and never let me even see her pants, let alone get into them. Cathy had been working for the Central Land Council in the excisions department for two years at the time I met her. So what had the CLC been doing with Cathy's Arizona State university educated mind for two years... Absolutely nothing. There hadn't been an excision claim in that time and the Powers-That-Be decreed that she wasn't allowed to work anywhere but her own department. Cathy got so bored that she would come around to my workshop on Saturday mornings when I would teach her how to rebuild old Holden engines. (CLC wouldn't let her do it during office hours because she might get behind in her work.)(When they eventually gave her some that is.)
So what's my point? I don't have one - I told you this won't be well reasoned. The spell checker just told me to replace shitloads with stilts. Who programmes those fucken things?
posted by Dirk at 7:20 pm
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