Sunday, May 24, 2015

Kabuki meets Punch and Judy meets Disney the Nazi.

What I find hilarious is that the TPP got fast-track this week. Meaning it can't be abridged when it comes before the senate. A corporate rapist bill designed to sodomise all opposition to corporate profit. And the courts also decided this week that the torture report, containing scenes of rape of children since purged by the CIA, will never become public. Thus negating any opportunity for the public to have any say about torture in their name. But the big story this week was one lone convenient political pervert among many. The righteous juice flowed, not only huffing but also puffing transpired. Business as usual. I feel it used to have the dignity of Kabuki, political theatre, but now it's simply a punch and Judy show for indignancy junkies happy with the next cheap fix.


Oh and I can hear what your thinking [if you're like me.] "you are just a recursive whiner sucking of the indignancy teat at a level below the usual simply because you were afforded a classical education like all the other aspiring white middle class males of your generation who puff themselves up on their molehills and beat their chests between trips to Target." Tis true, tis true. However there's this... Good old Ireland, famous for exporting close to diabolically cheerful alcoholism throughout the world and famous also for breeding heavily and sending every runt into the priesthood to fiddle the books or children for voting overwhelmingly to let people of indiscriminate genders commit themselves into unions recognised by the state and the tax dept and divorce lawyers. I will overindulge in the alcoholic porridge you call stout and vomit into the nearest gutter just to proclaim my humility and your moral superiority... and because I need to rationalise my behaviour on a daily basis.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Live streaming arts

Starting in 7 hours the Happy sideshow freak circus, now known as the World Sideshow are performing a premier of their impeccably wry, mischievously ironic and genuinely spectacular show in Australia and are selling internet tickets and streaming the show.

What a grand experiment! Tickets $7

click here  to watch the intro film, buy a ticket and watch the show live.


Monday, May 11, 2015

21st century dangers

It used to be once you hit your bedroom alone you were safe.

now, as every-ones connected to everyone, dependent on RSS or passive facebook spoonfeeding there's the danger of babbling to a presumed audience.

I'm trying to control them but refuse to regret them.

I'm getting on and I have to pay my dues. I have debts that can never be repaid. Bob Maclaren was an early friend, I've known him from teenage on, he cared for me. He would quietly follow me as a friend as I took walks while we were both on tour, about 20 meters behind me just to make sure he could fish me out of whatever suicidal impulse I gave out to. I only recognised this after turning round after a long walk to find him there. It astonished me to have earned a guardian angel. I was a funny guy who never recognised I was loved. Later on Nick Nickolas and I toured NZ and I can remember regretting that if I wasn't heterosexual and we both weren't such smelly pointless fuckups we'd have made a good couple. I lent on people, I've always lent on people. I was unique but I've always needed foils. The street theatre world became my greater foil and I subverted it and succeeded. Nick and Bob admired that however they had either work ethics or larger plans. I just wanted strangers to love me and laugh and it was an easy science. Over decades i realised the laughter of complete strangers only ever brought me back to neutral, which was to me a form of joy. I had no-where else to go but the best friends in the world. You can't imagine having friends who bent the world cheerfully to their ends on a daily basis. My definition was whatever was invested in me was a waste of time. I was a romantic masochist and my friends had their own lives to lead. I would like to acknowledge that they, and many other secondary fellows, are the foundation of what I am today, whatever that's worth. Cheers.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

What insurance is

The guy who invented insurance was a thin guy who monetized fat to other thin people.