Wealth Passed Up, and the Return of the Battery-Bunny Gaberlunzie
And how was your week?
This week has seen stately St Kilda Road swaddled in competing throbbing crashing sheets of noise, screeching tyres from the speeding cars (uncannily the very same sound as the shrill stevens of the swooping vampires in 'Van Helsing'), throbbing chup chup chups from the teeming matchstick dragonfly-choppers above - kind of Ringo Starr letting his hair down on third rate broken bass drums on a wild day - howling displays of astonishing, swivelling, yawing, slueing, side swooping, and random sky-corkscrewing dexterity by our very own Air Force pilots. ...More
And how was your week?
This week has seen stately St Kilda Road swaddled in competing throbbing crashing sheets of noise, screeching tyres from the speeding cars (uncannily the very same sound as the shrill stevens of the swooping vampires in 'Van Helsing'), throbbing chup chup chups from the teeming matchstick dragonfly-choppers above - kind of Ringo Starr letting his hair down on third rate broken bass drums on a wild day - howling displays of astonishing, swivelling, yawing, slueing, side swooping, and random sky-corkscrewing dexterity by our very own Air Force pilots. ...More
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Wealth Passed Up, and the Return of the Battery-Bunny Gaberlunzie
And how was your week?
This week has seen stately St Kilda Road swaddled in competing throbbing crashing sheets of noise, screeching tyres from the speeding cars (uncannily the very same sound as the shrill stevens of the swooping vampires in 'Van Helsing'), throbbing chup chup chups from the teeming matchstick dragonfly-choppers above - kind of Ringo Starr letting his hair down on third rate broken bass drums on a wild day - howling displays of astonishing, swivelling, yawing, slueing, side swooping, and random sky-corkscrewing dexterity by our very own Air Force pilots.
I - hey, woe - belatedly learnt that as late as 2003, the shares of F - a well known Perth-based mining company - were a few cents per.
Today, same shares are worth about 60 dollars each.
The wealth we passed up there - friends and neighbours, let's make up for it, we were not there, did not see it, seize it, and hence - we are still at the toil, instead of blissfully ruining our livers on a lazy strand somewhere with rim-frosted margaritas and tropical pina coladas, beach beauties slowly sashaying in the sun's lazy shimmer haze, sun dogs notwithstanding.
I know how. Just ask. Right here for the plucking, low hanging fruit. Too good to be true ? Ten-ish years back, abaolone fishing licences in Australia were 50 bucks. Today, dependning on place they fetch upwards of 2 million. And so on and so forth et cetera.
In other numbers last week - in India, 50 people, and counting went blind staring at the sun looking for an image of the Virgin Mary therein (another thing we for aye shall fail to understand - in what way is it remotely relevant whether the mother of Christ was a maiden or not?) The corresponding Church last week decreed that being wealthy is a deadly sin - but Bill Gates, the consistently richest man on Earth over the last 2 decades, gives more to verifiable, audited, worthwhile charities every year than the combined contributions of Australia's whole executive class.
Mother Teresa was once again held up as a paragon of virtue and charity - but did she make a difference to world misery? She is roosed by some because she used to wash the feet of poor wanderers drifting into her camp. But - washing the feet of any one single person seems such a bootless - pardon the pun - waste of time - an activity that steals time that could otherwise be used to make a difference, to plan and to manage for the behoof of the many. Besides, anyone who wants to have their feet washed by someone else needs a sharp smart(ing) kick up their backside, to be told that people are to look after themselves and not crassly impose their dirty feet on others.
Australian top earners' contributions to charity barely reach 0.5% of their income - as opposed to over 3.8% in the US. Is it in our culture?
We have all known the Australian gaberlunzie, the bloke who goes to a cocktail / BBQ / dinner party and latches on to the one medical doctor there to try and get a free consultation, skeeving out all and sundry by rosaceous rococo descriptions of all of their florid fetid moist symptoms - even in this age of Medicare. S/He uses every trick in the book, from abject flattery to promises of future long term repeat payments and ensuing El Dorado dawns through waggling their hips and dangling whatever available booty to inveigle you to give them something, anything, they can use - at no cost.
So all let's make money now, and contribute something.
Wasn't it Mick Jagger who once sang
No sitting down on your butt
the world don't owe you
No sitting down in a rut
I wanna show you
Don't waste your energy on making enemies
Just take a deep breath and work your way up.
Let's work
be proud
stand tall
touch the clouds
Man and woman
be free
let's work
kill poverty.
Let's work
be proud
stand tall
touch the clouds
Man and woman
be free
let's work
kill poverty.
You're sitting down on your butt
and you get greedy
Started to lose your nuts
don't you look seedy
Can generosity bring you humility? So take a deep breath.
Ain't gonna sweat for you
ain't gonna sigh for you
Ain't gonna cry for you
if you're lazy.
Ain't gonna slave for you
ain't gonna hurt For yau
It iust won't work for you
if you're lazy.
Let's work
be proud
stand tall
touch the clouds
Let's work
let's eat
let's live in ecstasy
Man and woman
be free
let's work
kill poverty.
Let's work
be proud
stand tall
touch the clouds
Mand and woman
be free! - Let's work
let's work!
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