The lunatic world of commodities prices.

On the SBS news last night there was a story about another impending round of petrol price rises. The story was that a journalist in Israel had printed something about not liking Iran, so petrol speculators had a bit of a fit. Something to do with the US not being happy with the results in Iraq and eyeing off Iran… “Saw the lights on, thought we’d drop in while we’re over this way…”

In the papers the impending rises were being blamed on Asia and the US recession. Heh, fancy anyone outside of Anglo culture wanting their share of the world’s resources. Next thing we know the Africans will be wanting food. What’s the world coming to? Soon we might have to stop taking produce on boats on laps around the planet to get to other countries that produce the same food, in order to meet “free trade agreements”.

Well, last week the petrol price was supposedly down. Again because of Asia. However that was apparently not good news because any reduction in numbers could look like a “negative impact on the global economy” and that isn’t good because nobody who’s part of the huge consensual hallucination of kleptocrats who sustain the planet pillaging wants to be thinking about their own little collection of stock numbers reducing, even if it’s to reflect anything remotely like reality.

While the petrol prices “eased” in trading, there was no corresponding drop in petrol prices at the pumps. What a surprise. I can see you all holding your heads. What, no reality in petrol pricing? What is the world coming to! This week though some of you astute readers will have noticed that some of the face-hugging conglomerate thieves that pass for supermarkets in Australia are offering a deal 20 cents per litre off when you buy half a dozen bottles of grog. Hmmm. 10 cents per litre off if you spend more than $50 in the shop. Wow. You’ll need the grog to understand the system.

What this means is that although every dollar increase in crude prices is alleged to translate (or has been fabricated to reflect) a cent per litre increase in the price at the pump, the price is already 10 to 20 cents over priced and the big boys holding the cards are reaping windfall profits both ways. One because their stocks are worth more and they’re able to control more politics and social values while their commodities (bits of the planet they’ve dug up and are poisoning everyone with) that they’re holding the planet to ransom with are, well, effective and powerful. Two because they’re able to make more money and pay less tax. I dunno what they’re going to spend all this money on when there’s no air left to breathe. Tanked air, perhaps?

This is the same planet on which farmers in rich countries being paid massive subsidies and produce less food in order to keep prices high is spoken of as an economic necessity and part of the level playing field in this lunacy that is globalism.

But it’s not all bad news. There’s less cars on the road which means a reduction in car exhaust related illnesses and accidents. The flow on is that petrol isn’t so important to those drivers at least, and cars aren’t either. This is a good thing so far as reality is concerned. Real reality I mean, not the BS that advertisers and speculators would pretend to be involved in. Not the supposed reality that is a mere hangover of Victorian class-society and the industrial revolution inherited in a thought-free board room. This is reality for awake people.

And car parts manufacturers are beginning to rethink. Last week an auto parts retailer bought a bicycle manufacturer and this week another one is selling out.

Eventually at some point this whole elaborate soap opera that is Western civilisation (cough) will wake up face down in a swamp of its own effluent and wonder what the fsck happened. Eventually. If the people who concocted advertising as a tax deduction put their minds to something useful we’d be carrying portable solar chargers for every bloody thing by now. Houses would have rain water, grey water and 150% solar capacity. Coal and petrol would be a thing of the past. Which they will soon, but without taking half the planets bio capacity with it.

In the meantime, it was earth day last week and I patted myself on the back for leaving the car in the garage most of the week and pedalling around.

So while I might be feeling a little like a mental case presently, at the very least I feel much, much more sane than anyone involved in the global economy.


The joys of misogyny in Australia.

Not only have we set world standards in woman hating with our statistics for domestic violence and rape, not to mention the walking public debacle that is Sam Newman… We’re now setting the pace for paedophilia. And in the oh so tastefully titled Victorian man arrested in childporn dragnet, for a moment there I got the impression we were supposed to be sympathetic for the bloke who was caught drooling over images of abused children, not the children who have been raped and photographed for the viewing pleasure of men all over the planet.

Sometimes I console myself with the reminder that humans are, afterall, only animals. But animals don’t do this. Is there such a thing as devolution? Oh yeah, it’s called the Patriarchy.

And so it goes.

Well, the subject of adoption and birth came up again for me recently. On several occasions I’ve tried to contact either of my birth parents, each time without luck. This time I’m requesting some info from the hospital where I was born. Hopefully along with my time of birth, which I need for a horoscope, they’ll be able to tell me more about my birth mother’s aboriginality. My maternal Grandmother was living at an aboriginal community at that time, and I have some mention of that on my mother’s birth certificate, but it would be nice to have more info.

That’s one of the big problems dealing with adoption, you feel like you’re kinda floating in nowhere. There’s no roots or sense of connection to the people around you.

Having my own children helped that a little, moreso since they’re both now living with me. However I had been sucked in to a Pentecostal cult when I was in my late teens and my marriage and childbirth experience were horribly damaged by the cult teachings that went on. I have a lot of sympathy for any married woman who hates the idea of sex with her husband because of my own hideous experiences. And they actively taught emotional abuse of women and children under the guise of so called “godly marriages”. Dogs.

I guess it’s all kind of come to a head after the anniversary of my first daughter’s birth recently. The doctor put me back on mood stabilisers as he reckoned my lows were becoming dangerously low and he feared for my safety. I didn’t disagree and have been taking the bloody things. At least they help me sleep with much less nightmares or intrusive memories. It’s nice to be able to get to sleep at night.

For a while now I’ve been feeling a lot of the cultural diminishment of women. Because I’m over the hill now as part of an older, middle aged demographic, I’ve been used up in terms of sex or child bearing despite the fact that I have probably ten years to go in that regard. When you’re not a sex toy teenager or a chained to the kitchen sink mother, you’re either a hooker or may as well be dead to society. I notice a lot of women my age now trying out different roles for themselves. There are many who opt for the desperate housewife look, glamming themselves up and having a go. There’s also lots who buy corpulent four wheel drives that look like the results of liposuction and pretend to be men in order to have some sense of purpose and humanity. Because everyone knows that in Australia’s cock culture you have to be a butch man in order to have any real worth to society. It’s not even about work in that issue as women who work are paid less and promoted less. It’s all about the dick. And men who are emotionally sensitive or artistic or thoughtful are often sidelined by those militaristic standards as well. No one wins except the board members of disgusting corporations and the ever present media and advertisers. Bastards.

So here am I with two children to raise feeling like society could well do without me now. I’m over the hill and was never a man in any case, so why do I bother hanging on? There’s a few of us who feel this way and encourage each other with the saying “Stay here just to spite the bastards.” With pills in hand and distractions aplenty, I will. But what a way to live.

Despite what Mars proponents and concocted and contradictory evolutionary psychology might say, humans are really only animals, not the be all and end all of evolution. Certainly not the ultimate peak of life on planet earth. Manifest destiny as a theory went out on the Nineteenth century and only has a toe hold now amongst Pentecostals and Brethren who still live in the dark ages. Humans created this society as it is and we are at liberty to re create it anyway we like. We don’t even have to believe that the earth needs to be destroyed before Christ will return and sweep us all away like angels into everlasting heaven… And who’d want to spend eternity with a god who expects you to treat other people horribly and entrench world starvation and poverty in order to show yourself approved? Approved of what, being an arsehole?

Me I’ll hang on here quietly in my little spot by the creek and wait to see if the next generation is going to wake up to the bullshit and make some necessary and constructive changes.

Blessed be.

The future at YSL

One of the most famous quotes from Kingdom of Heaven is “All death is certain.” Unfortunately (or not depending upon how green you are) it happens to everyone. Yves Saint Laurent passed away last night at the age of 71. What a shame. Here was a man who did some constructive, beautiful things with his life. Oddly, I’ve been wearing his perfume Opium all last week which I haven’t worn in years…

Yves Saint Laurent brought in those power dressing shoulders in women’s suits in the 80’s and of course his (in)famous cerulean gowns.

While it might not seem terribly feminist to appreciate haute couture, not least because of the poverty entrenched around the globe, in contrast with such a small proportion of the population being able to drape their hides in glam gear, there is so much creativity in these designs. And we desperately need creativity if we’re to solve our crises. Without people who can buck the system and do something genuinely innovative, we’ll stay stuck in our current miasma of global consumerism until we poison ourselves off the planet.

Vale Yves.