Real Journalism Died When Rupert Murdoch Swindled His Way Into This Country


Modern ‘journalism’ is a curse, and this post says it all, from the American angle, and we in Australia have experienced it recently, though most of us just don’t care. Read on…
Reblogged from Wolfessblog, with thanks.

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8000 Channels With One Corporate Message

The Death of the Fourth Estate


“Even if your mother says she loves you, check it out,” my professor preached. “Believe nothing you hear or read without verification.”

When I earned my journalism degree from the University of Florida, Mike Foley chiseled those two sentences in my brain.

Non-journalists are also beginning to question print and broadcast news. According to a recent Gallup survey, only 40 percent of Americans believe what they read in newspapers.

After scanning today’s tabloids, one only wonders why the percentage is that high.

In the ‘50s Walter Cronkite said that opinion journalism was as different from objective journalism as the Bible was from Playboy Magazine. Yet today, “broadcast journalists” such as Chris Matthews, Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh and others routinely assault their listeners with a more insidious outrage — affirmation journalism.

These hired guns tell listeners…

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Three Reasons I Am Not The Lord Of The Known Universe

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Too Lazy To Think Up More Reasons

3 Reasons Why I’m Not Running The Company/Country/World/Universe

  1. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely‘.  I think this is a universal rule, and all positive character traits or any remnants of goodness are compromised by any awareness of one’s own power status.  The initial aims and goals of wanting to change things for the better always seem to lose out when worn down by the pressures of ‘reality’.
  2. I am honest to a fault (well, mostly, and at least while I have almost zero power – see point 1), and would be character assassinated or actually assassinated once I started opening my mouth in the public domain.  All entrenched power would coalesce into my common and massive, all-encompassing, all-powerful enemy.
  3. I can’t be bothered.  I love my weekends, and value personal private time very highly.  Public figures, politicians, and the like, are always having to turn up to shit things on Saturday mornings.  I would go mental, and immediately begin seeking applicants for the role of doppelgänger to take my place at mundane public events, a la Saddam Hussein swimming across the Tigris (again, see point 1).

That is all.


“Trickle down” environment policy… WTF?


‘Trickle down’, indeed… More like ‘sponge up’.
Reblogged, with thanks, from Truth Seeker at

Originally posted on Truth Seekers Musings:

“Trickle down” environment policy… WTF?

 Evolving from DICKHEAD TO DICTATOR, in record time!

Evolving from DICKHEAD TO DICTATOR, in record time!

What’s with the rabid right, and their obsession with the idea of “Trickle down” policies?

During the start of the GFC when Rudd announced his stimulus package, the LNP were up in arms about handing out money to the poor and disadvantaged, along with the HIP (Home Insulation Program), and the BER (Building Education Revolution), which despite all the rhetoric from the rabid right, were hugely successful programs that did exactly what was required at the time, to keep Australia’s economy powering along through the GFC, saving many thousands from the unemployment queues, and supporting small businesses.

Of course, the LNP’s only offering was to talk down the economy, and the measures implemented, while offering their only option of giving money to the big end of town, in the hope that they wouldn’t take the handouts…

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Boycott! List Update #3

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Don’t Get My Tickets Here

A very short post here.

I’ve added Flight Centre to my Boycott! list.  See here, for the updated list page.

In short, they shafted me once, by being very rude; and they are owned, at least in part, by a complete bastard.

If you read my Boycott! page and think that there is something else I should add, or some reason that I’m wrong to boycott anything in particular, let me know!


Drawing 001


As is my wont, I’m reblogging myself. Somehow this drawing feels like it maybe belongs over here more than than it does over at my other blog. Whatever. Cross-promotion, blah blah. Yeah, whatever.

Originally posted on Ramblings of Inanity:

Drawing 001

It’s A Drawing

A long time ago, I bought, or was given, a ‘visual diary’.  Good quality paper, blank, and lots of pages.

On Day 1 I decided to draw a drawing.  It took me a while, but eventually I filled the page with inky bits.

‘I’m an artist.’


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Hey, You Can’t Sell That!


Privatisation (or privatization, for my North American friends) – it’s one of my pet hates.

You cannot sell that which does not belong to you.  But that simple little rule of life is chucked out the window when you’re a government looking for some quick cash.

In Australia, as elsewhere I’m sure, there has been a long list of companies and assets that belonged to the whole country, under the ‘management’ of the government of the time.  From the poles and wires of our national electricity grid, to the power stations that fed them; to toll roads (another of my pet hates – I have a lot of them…), and beyond.

I recall when Telecom (Australia’s national telecommunications agency – original name, I know) became Telstra and was then prepared for partial-privatisation in the late 90’s.  At the time, I was appalled that something that ‘belonged to everyone’ was being carved up and the shares being sold off for money.  I figured that I already owned some of the shares in this (having been both a tax-payer and a bill-paying customer for some years), and fired off a letter to a crusty old politician, informing him of my claim to a small percentage of the shares being ‘offered’, and where he could send them.  Of course, I received no reply…  But I’m sure the old bastard, or his letter-reader, got a smug little chuckle out of it.

Australia is currently launching the privatisation of Medibank Private, formerly government-owned private health insurance provider.  Soon it’ll probably be Australia Post.  And then what?  What’s left to sell?

There are many who support privatisation – citing increased competition and efficiency, and of course the ‘windfall’ from the sell-off.  But I don’t buy it.  I’ve yet to see competition lead to a real lowering of prices for customers, and I’ve yet to see the widespread social benefits often touted at the time of the sell-off.  I just think it’s all bullshit.

In my eyes, privatisation is analogous to me dog-sitting your greyhound, for a fee, and then selling the greyhound for profit to go and race for someone else’s benefit, and then never giving you your greyhound back.

Anyway, if I was running the show, there would be a referendum on issues of privatisation.  If the public wasn’t convinced that there was a benefit for the country as a whole, then they’d vote ‘no’, and it’d be business as usual.  Then again, what would the fucking public know? – I mean, look at us.

But I’m not running anything, so…

It’s Shit.  It’s Gotta Stop.  But it probably won’t.

If anything I hope you enjoy the music video – it’s one of my favourite songs.


R.I.P. Edward Gough Whitlam