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That Sinking Feeling...

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Mel Anderson, socio-cultural terrorist extraordinaire. Affiliates with both lizards and darkness. Approach with caution.

That Sinking Feeling...

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Is it just me, or is there something so fundamentally wrong about the security measures the Coalition has taken in regards to the impending APEC Summit? Nevermind the five-kilometre fences, the screwy bus timetables and the police scuttling everywhere, I'm talking about the new "You're-Allowed-To-Shoot-Civilians" laws our loveable Prime Minister has put into place.

I was considering getting my angry lefty on, and protesting at the Summit, but quite frankly I don't trust the Howard government enough to put myself in a position where I am unarmed and unarmoured, and where they can quite legally gun me down just because I looked at some pantsy world leader funnily. And with bullets, not just water cannons. Presently I'm a useless unemployed university student, but egad, I'd be a fuckload lot more useless (and more permanently unemployed) if I managed to get myself into bullet-riddled corpse form.

There is something so very frightening, and... undemocratic, about that last paragraph. Maybe I'm getting carried away with my distrust and detestation of the Coalition government, but I really cannot help but think that we are finally witnessing what many have been predicting about this ridiculous War on Terror: the erratic convulsions of Free Speech's death rattle.

Fuck I hate politics.

Mel, Queen of Darkness and Lizards
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  • Though noble is the ambition, one really wonder as to the efficiency of the water cannon. For one, I (an unwashed feral) welcome the idea of a free high-velocity bath. But I suspect there is an alternative niche for this technology, namely, the prevention of a large-scale firestorm in the middle of the CBD. Of course, all of us have read http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,22357222-5013109,00.html and so we all know everything about the missing rocket launchers. MISSING. ROCKET. LAUNCHERS. Thats right, our own little leftie poppets, mired in Marxism and disabled by chronic pot habits, have somehow hidden nine M-72 fold-out recoilless rifles, having harboured them and lovingly cared for them for five years (since they went missing in a flurry of ridiculous finger-pointing and arse-covering in 2002). And for the last five years security officials have rolled uneasy in their luxurious bed linen, awaking every few hours to mewl in horror as the scenarios of destruction and disgrace cartwheel merrily inside their tiny government minds. (yes, government minds are tiny. see http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/science/20070719-1558-brain-tiny.html)

    And so it stands to reason that you wont be allowed within 300m of any important persona (the launchers, in the hands of an amateur, have a useful range of only 125m). And it stands to reason that they fear us, because even the most derelict of wellfare recipients among us seem capable of stealing an armoured personnel carrier (see http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2007/07/14/1978500.htm). And even in the methamphetamine snowstorm of the Welfare West, relics of the Love generation are showing distressing levels of strategic initiative by stealing digitally encrypted police radios and bulletproof vests, stockpiling gas masks, and spreading Al Quaeda training-video-style mpeg clips explaining the methods of their use.
    And it stands to reason that all emergency medical staff are on the floor these next few days. And that the hospitals of the city have de-escalated every possible high dependency patient, clearing up HDU and ICU beds in preparation for a possible rush of rocket and tank trauma. And horse trauma (because the mounted police cant possibly expect to stay for very long atop their sneezing mucous-drooling horse-flu-infected cavalry chargers).

    So, i do hope its all paranoia. And i am quietly glad that I wont be among the crowd when the friendly-looking purple fog grenades start slaying the hippies left and right with patented Russian Theater Siege Gas. (for details of my countrymen's deliciously subtle approach to conflict resolution, see http://www.globalsecurity.org/org/news/2002/021029-gas1.htm). But be warned, ladies and gentlemen. Some sort of weirdly uncharacteristic behaviour, completely unknown in this country, is taking place around us. Remember that we are among the few nation states who have never had a violent revolution.
    Gratefully, these events will unfold in front of me on a small TV screen, as I will be incarcerated in the cement bunker of Westmead, which is impervious to shelling and is rated as a lightly armoured fallout shelter.








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