My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

Former Prime Minister of Australia, Malcom Fraser:

"We used to believe that those in positions of political authority would respect and work to protect the rights of all Australian citizens. We now know that to be naive and incorrect," Fraser said in a speech to the Australian National University.

"Policies now applied suggest that the rule of law and due process for all people, regardless of influence, race, religion, color or country of origin, is under threat."

"The main story is a willingness of two allegedly democratic governments prepared to throw every legal principle out the window and establish a process that we would expect of tyrannical regimes," he said.

"That our own democracies should be prepared to so abandon the rule of law for an expedient and as I believe, evil purpose should greatly disturb all of us."

(Reuters)

It was a strange day today. A guy on one of our sites was nearly killed by a truck. He survived. He has multiple broken vertebrae and half of his insides are smashed up. He has feeling in his hands and legs. He can move them. He has a young family. I have only met him once.

In the beginning, I was slightly shocked by it all, maybe a little offput, but generally Ok, until we were all counselled. There is something a little unnerving about being in a group counselling session with a bunch of bearded ex-convicts with tattoos all over their faces who have slight tears in their eyes, anger and fear in their voices. I've felt weird ever since.

The first counselling session was bad enough - this was the day shift where most of the guys didn't know him. The second session was worse - where they actually worked with him.

Today was like being at a wake.

I've been bumming 'round the city today - exploring away to my heart's content.

Walking across the harbour bridge; through dingy poorly lit alleys splendid in their decaying states; having breakfast at the Rocks. Strolling around in circles through the mess that is Castlereagh Street and Martin Place.

I even went to David Jones, not for the clothes, but the really good toilet paper...if ever stuck in the middle of the city and wanting to go to a decent toilet - i highly recommend it. The only trouble with the toilet experience was being rung up and trying to carry on a conversation over the hot air blower...i've had easier conversations in the middle of a construction site with jack hammering in the background!

I called in half a million dollars worth of work tonight...for the love of God please make there be no rain! None at all! Not even a sprinkle! To hell with the drought! Let it rain in the dam catchments - just not on my site!

In other news...

I've got my new bed! It's all comfy and bed-like, as a bed should be. No more floor sleeping or air mattress sleeping for me! I'm all decked out now...just like, erm...like a human.

The only thing I'm missing now is a stand to fit a tv/dvd player on and a rack type of thing to air my gym towel on so it doesn't go mouldy. Oh and some air freshener for my room wouldn't go astray. Being a guy and all, without something to mask my smell it ends up smelling like, well, me! I know it's the type of fragrance that should be bottled and sold at (insert the name of some type of exclusive outlet here)...but like all good fragrances, it's better in mild sophisticated moderation.

I am currently listening to Tool and wanting to rip shit up and yell at the top of my lungs....my house mates are eyeing me off strangely.

Tool - Eulogy
...Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin lie.

Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fuckin lie......

Erm, I somehow changed the font from the typical one to my new favourite font Trebuchet. I have no idea what the normal font on this even is....but hey...dem's the breaks.

(AFP/DDP/Michael Urban)

This image has been freaking me out all day.

Bush Vs Monkey (www.yahoo.com)


Unfortunately for George dubya there is an uncanny resemblance to the purely coincidental placement of himself and his distant cousin right next to each other on the yahoo news website.

i now have my e-tag...so every time i drive through a toll it politely beeps at me to tell me I've been robbed of another dollar I'll never see go to anything of value.

Ah...toll roads. Can't commute without them and sure as hell can't get rid of them.....unless.....there's always this crazy idea of plane hijacking and..oh wait..it's already been done before.

I'll need to come up with something different. Maybe I can just silently protest by not paying my toll? Or even turning the radio up really loudly and ignore the beep pretending it never happened...

Ignorance is bliss.

It's raining!

Living in QLD for the past nine months I haven't seen rain in anything more than a 15 minute burst here and there...

It's been so refreshing to be walking along in the rain...it almost feels like I'm turning back time to when I was a child.

I'm now in "the city", by the city, I mean, the only city in Australia - no melbourne and brisbane don't really count, infact they count so little that they rarely deserve a capital letter for their name.

I'm living in Greenwich (ok so it's really the 'burbs, but it's still close enough to "the city" that for all intensive purposes I'll call it the city). Unfortunately, or fortunately, whichever way you want to look at it, I'm working in the areshole of the earth - Seven Hills.

Seven Hills is the type of place that you can go to the shopping centre at lunch time and the people will be wearing pajamas, because apparently, that's acceptable shopping attire. The good thing is that it takes me 20 minutes to get to work because I go against the traffic, the reverse direction would take me about 2 hrs. It would suck to be a westie.

There's this really cool coffee shop down at the Rocks that does a breakfast for like $11.90. Sure, your choice of food is limited to the following:

-eggs: fried or scrambled (i chose fried, it was fried in a light olive oil, not your usual fatty fried shite);
-italian sausages;
-tomato;
-toast;
-rocket;
-baby spinach; and
-coffee of your choice.

But let's face it - it's $11.90 which is Ok by me.

Come visit me! I have views! and come this Saturday I'll even have a bed to sleep on!

Adam's Ode to Sydney

I spend all of my time stuck in traffic through the week;
All of my time trying to avoid it on the weekends.

Where there is rain enough for everyone;
Except in the dam catchment area that it is needed.

The smog is choking; the fog is blinding.

I can sit on my balcony and look over the city and harbour below me without a care in the world. Ah the serenity.