To the Sun Goddess Wong
Visiting Canada, I could not fail but note the absence of any significant campaign to replace the Canadian Crown with a politicians’ republic. Are they deterred by the example of their neighbour? But such is the integration of the monarchy that Canadians do not have Royal Visits; they are ‘homecomings’. Canada is very advanced constitutionally and is far less centralised than Australia. Spain could learn from the way Canada dealt with the Quebec issue by establishing a fair process for secession, just as we could learn from the respect Canadians give to the Crown as an important non-political check and balance under the constitution, particularly in the current crisis over the legitimacy of our Parliament. The proposed solution seems to no more than repeat what politicians did when they nominated — trust them to declare their eligibility. But they already did this on a form on which was printed Section 44. They were even given written advice about relevant High Court decisions. So if they did not reveal any foreign citizenship then, will they now? If it is subsequently shown some had still failed to do so, the Governor-General should take independent advice as to his powers and indeed, his duties to resolve the problem.
On a previous visit to Montréal I had to fly out from a new airport, the largest in the world. Built for the Olympics but too far away and lacking good transport, it was eventually reserved for cargo flights, with the old airport curiously renamed after the person responsible, Prime Minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau. When the politicians admit that Badgerys Creek is a multi-billion dollar white elephant, don’t let them rename Kingsford Smith as Malcolm Turnbull International Airport.
Just as Quebec City is a North American jewel, so is Charleston. When Prime Minister William Pitt presided over the repeal of the Stamp Act which had given rise to the demand ‘No taxation without representation’, Charleston’s citizens erected a statue in his honour, which you can still see. Had Pitt been Prime Minister at the time, there would have been no War of Independence. The American colonies were the freest ever known; they revolted because their rights as Englishmen were not being recognised in Parliament’s attempts to make them contribute to the cost of defending against the French.
While I was there, Special Counsel Robert Mueller finally initiated three prosecutions, much to the delight of the mainstream media. Extraordinarily, not one had anything to do with his investigation, alleged collusion between the Trump campaign and the Russians. This is not so surprising. As head of the FBI, Mueller and the man who appointed him as special counsel were silent during the scandal under Obama involving extortion, fraud, and money-laundering offences and which ended with Russia controlling 20 per cent of America’s uranium. At about the same time, Russian front organisations gave $145 million to the Clinton Foundation and Bill Clinton received half a million for a speech in Russia. Seeing what he could get, why would Vladimir Putin have favoured Trump over Clinton?
Going down to Mexico, I visited the enormous Aztec city Teotihuacan. There at the top of the Pyramid of the Sun, on the Avenue of the Dead, priests would cut out the hearts of living human sacrifices. The hearts were to feed the Sun God so that he would have the energy to rise on the following day. This recalls the Turnbull-Frydenberg-Shorten doctrine that we must offer up increasing sectors of the Australian economy to mollify the Great Climate Goddess, best represented, I would suggest, by a likeness of Senator Wong. These sacrifices are to stop the seas and the temperature from rising. And to the sceptical, this is working. The temperature has stalled for two decades and the seas are hardly rising.
Now the high priests have rephrased the climate dogma into the NEG, introducing the curious new term ‘dispatchable energy’. Although nothing is fundamentally different, the bed-wetters, the gallery and at least one conservative commentator enthusiastically endorsed the NEG. Once again, Australian politicians are in the vanguard just as they have refused, alone among all significant gas producers, to have a domestic gas reservation policy.
From Mexico I flew to Cuba to witness a People’s Republic in aspic. The people, strictly controlled with limited access to modern communication, are delightful. For a visitor what is noticeable is a shortage of lavatory paper and working lavatories, but apparently not as bad as Venezuela’s. There are two good side-effects of the Revolution – the magnificent buildings of old Havana remain, at least until they collapse. Whole fleets of the most glamorous vintage American cars are available for hire. As with the Chinese, the Cuban communists have realised, even as Lenin did, that by permitting a degree of capitalism, the economy picks up and the result could save the regime. Che Guevara’s son runs a small business, even if his father may be turning over in his grave. And the floor shows are superb.
It seems communists everywhere are learning to allow some guided capitalism from their bedfellows, Mussolini and Gentile, who introduced this system into Italy. We see the beginnings of this in Australia where so much big business is abandoning the market and becoming dependent on the lobbyists to open up the doors of and the riches controlled by the politicians, even suppressing any public tender as in NSW. As a result, many CEOs now give public allegiance to the latest elite dogmas, e.g. global warming, marriage equality and constitutional recognition.
Now you would have thought that what with killing 100 million people and ruining the lives of countless others, communism would be dead. It’s alive in its mixed communist-fascist version in Cuba, China and Venezuela and among serious potential leaders of Western parties including the British Labour Party, the American Democrats and of course, the ALP. To say nothing of the Australian LINOS – Liberals In Name Only.
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