The Good Die Young

Was just perusing The Age online and came across this story: Former Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet was placed under house arrest today in connection with the kidnap of two of his political opponents in 1974, a judicial source said. Pinochet, who ruled Chile with absolute power from 1973 to 1990, is accused of dozens of human rights violations but has never been brought to trial in connection with any of them. He has been arrested several times, most famously during 16 months in London between 1998 and 2000. He was also placed under house arrest in October, accused of torture, murder and kidnapping, but was freed on bail early this month. Pinochet, now in frail health, celebrated his 91st birthday on Saturday at his house in the Chilean capital Santiago. He marked the occasion by issuing a statement in which he accepted "political responsibility" for acts committed under his rule.
If he has accepted 'political responsibility',surely this should be deemed a guilty verdict and he should get more than house arrest. I don't care if he is 91 and of frail health. If Saddam is going hang for crimes against humanity, then why is Pinochet any different. I don't support the death penalty, but I think justice should be done for the Chilean people who still have scars from living under the horror of the dictatorship and for the dead, who do not rest. I'm not saying torture him, but he needs to be made accountable and I don't think dying of old age would be justice enough for the people of Chile. God knows that the US government who installed him there (and assassinated Allende in the process) will never be made accountable.
Liberty and justice.... for none.

The Madonna AND the Whore

One of my friends, Miss Mandy Lee, wrote this on her MySpace blog and I found it spot on. Take it away Miss Lee.... I have been hearing a lot of talk lately about "good" girls and "bad" girls. About saints and sluts, madonnas (the virginal variety, not she of the conical bra) and whores, the nice and the nasty. Young, very young women are still getting caught up in this crap, trying to validate and justify any sexual encounters they may have had in their short lives so as not to be labelled and judged. I'm so sick of women having to justify their every move, particulary in the sexual sense. And then automatically be categorized as a "good" girl or a "bad" girl. Is this the puritanical hand of religion still trying to strangle any fun out of life for females? Is it that some men just can't handle a healthy female libido and, whilst quite happy to take advantage of it, will then denigrate the chick as a way of trying to control her "wayward" sexuality? Why can't women enjoy and pursue sex the same way men do?? Why, if a woman is sexually aggressive and active is she automatically LIKENED to a man? Fuck, some people need to drag their sorry arses into the 21st century and realize that since, oh, TIME FUCKING BEGAN, women have been having orgasms, with multiple partners, and loving it. It's not about being "good" or "bad" - oh and "good" girls - if you think you're saving yourself for something wake up and smell the coffee. Be safe, have fun and don't let other people's hang ups ruin your good time. Don't be scared of experimenting either. Homophobia is another hangover from the dark ages that just needs to be kicked to death. Do whoever you want to, whenever you want to, I say. Sex is one of the few natural, legal highs. Now why would you want us to feel bad about wanting that, huh? Grrrrrrrrrr Bravo.

Gone With The Whinge

I've worked with people in a servicing role for most of my working life and there's one thing I've discovered... Fuck Australians complain... a lot. I was just at the post office and as I looked in, I realised that there was a queue. No bother- I had things to post so I decided to join the line. I was there not more than 5 seconds when the guy in front of me started.. "Farkin' jeezus- UNBELIEVABLE! Look at all these people! Ya fink they'd get more people!" I looked to his hands to see the purpose of his visit and bit my tongue. He was paying a couple of bills. I was ready to have a verbal spate with this individual if he turned around to include me in his extremely annoying tirade against the post office. I am extremely confidant that this would have been an argument that the Milongita would have won-hands down-had said wanker asked my opinion on anything. Chances are he didn't because being the phillistine he was, he probably regarded me as persona non grata due to being female (and what the fuck do we know?).

Are we that unhappy and dissatisfied as a race that we have to complain about every skeric of life? Capitalist scumbags are revelling in this and charging you 50 cents a pop for your whinge in the form of an opinion. The Herald Scum throws up innane topics and people fill pages with their whiney comments. Whatever happened to a thought process? What happened to thinking about everything instead of reacting like a pack of right wing twats?

I eventually got my turn (I was buying stamps which took all of a few seconds) and I passed Sir Whingealot. He was giving the poor woman who had to serve that turd burger an earful of how he had to wait soooo long,there isn't enough staff and he is completely disadvantaged because the fucking world revolves around him. She tried to defend her postion (as you do) and his response was the one I've heard a million times over: "Oh I know it's not your fault but...."

Here is my point about this blog. WE have choices-unlike many nations in this world-and we need to excercise them. If you go to the post office and it's busy you have 2 choices: You decide it's too busy to wait and leave or you decide to queue up. If you decide to queue, do us a favour and shut the fuck up. In this modern technological age, we have various ways of paying all sorts of bills. I've been using phone and internet banking for years and I love it. I bet Sir Whingealot baulks at the thought of using internet banking but has no problems putting his credit card details out there in order to use a vast number of porn sites. If you are going to complain, don't do so to the poor person just trying to do their job. Do your research. Australia Post was privatised several years ago and they do not treat their staff well. Retail outlets are grossly understaffed because the powers that be want it that way as it's cost effective for them. (you get screwed, they bulk up their portfolio). Ring their call centre and ask if they have a complaints department. All large companies have them. I can't see Aust Post bending on the staffing issue (see bank branches) so here's what the Milongita suggests you do.

• Buy your stamps in bulk if you use a lot of them
• Ring your bank and get set up for internet banking
• Don't go during peak times-you can guarantee that it will be busy between 12-2 as it's when most people get their lunch
• Check if the post office in your area opens on a Saturday as some do.

All I'm saying is, we all need to look at the big picture. We all need to reprioritise if we haven't done so already. Think of people such as David Hicks who hasn't been to the post office in 5 years due to being stuck in a political black hole. If that's something you want to protest, there's a national day of protest on Saturday, December 9. Go to www.civilrightsdefence.org for more details.

And I'm not whinging....

Sometimes, you've just got to get your ya ya's out....

They're Writing Songs Of Love.... But Not For Me.

Nobody loves you when you're down and out

Nobody sees you when you're on cloud nine

Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime

I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine

I've been across to the other side

I've shown you everything, I got nothing to hide

And still you ask me do I love you, what it is, what it is

All I can tell you is it's all show biz

All I can tell you is it's all show biz

Nobody loves you when you're down and out

Nobody knows you when you're on cloud nine

Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime

I'll scratch your back and you knife mine

I've been across the water now so many times

I've seen the one eyed witchdoctor leading the blind

And still you ask me do I love you, what you say, what you say

Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away

Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away

Well I get up in the morning and I'm looking in the mirror to see, ooo wee!

Then I'm lying in the darkness and I know I can't get to sleep, ooo wee!

Nobody loves you when you're old and grey

Nobody needs you when you're upside down

Everybody's hollerin' 'bout their own birthday

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground

John Lennon- 1974

Jonesin' - Part Two

Tell Me A Secret Tell me a secret Tell me a story Say all those things we love to hear Teach me what those stories mean I am what I am and I'm made that way Tell me you need me Tell me you love me Tell me those simple thoughts you have To know about you more each day You are what you are and you're made that way And when your heart is aching And there is no one by your side And our love is fading That is something we can't haide Like the birds in the springtime They move from tree to tree There's always someone waiting To take the place of me Tell me what you're thinking Is there another Something you said to me today How your voice has changed Your secret thoughts and your secret, secret ways

A Vertical Expression Of A Horizontal Wish

The music begins.

 The strains of the bandoneon transfix you as your partner leads you to the floor. We face one another and embrace. Our foreheads meet. We silently count the 8 bars.

 Salida. Media luna and a forward ocho lead into the cross.

 I close my eyes.
The orchestra takes me to a place where time or distance do not exist. I forget injustice, war and crooked politicians. The music and the dance become one. The embrace and the connection become all encompassing.

The music ends. I open my eyes and I return.

Tango.. proof that you can have a three minute love affair...

"Pueda bailo el tango hasta que muera " .... May I dance tango until I die....

Jonesin' Part One

I've Been Used You've been abusing me You've been confusing me How could I perceive the things you did to me No one knows what to say There is no other way I'm dying inside but my heart and my soul belong to you I once believed in you After what we've been through Words I once could say they seem to waste away My eyes say yes to you My heart says no it's through I've given my youth and my soul now I'm running away from you They sky is bright again I feel alive again I gave away the power now it's come back to me My eyes say yes to you My heart says no no it's through I've given my youth and my soul I'm running away from you I was dying inside but my heart and my soul now belong to me How could I perceive the things you did to me Oh no no more Vince Jones 1982.