The Death of Australian Newspapers
Posted by lahar9jhadav on June 27, 2012
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Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You’re nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying “Keep on digging.”
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you’re down in the pig mine.
You’re nearly a laugh,
You’re nearly a laugh
But you’re really a cry.
(by Roger Waters, from Pink Floyd’s Animals)
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
(by Roger Waters and David Gilmour, from Pink Floyd’s Animals)
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I’ve looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
(by Roger Waters, from Pink Floyd’s Animals)
Ok. Just a bit of framing if you had forgotten your place in the scheme of things fellow slaves of the system.
Anyway, at the moment the Australian mainstream ‘newspapers’ are in the process of dying, and a set of new Pigs and their dogs have come forth in all their malevolent glory hovering over the carcasses looking for an easy entry and a way to control the sheep for the next generation of Pigs.
There’s one particularly nasty fat pig, her face dripping with offal and excrement and blood, looking to enhance her sty. This pig has a name, Gina Reinhart, and she wants to use one of the oldest Australian newspapers as her personal propaganda platform. Gina the Piggy inherited a piggy bank from her Pig Daddy who got it by selling Australia’s mineral wealth to other piggies across the globe. Gina is still making hay from these mineral holdings.
Gina the offal dripping Pig is a particularly greedy piggie and has spent the last few decades trying to stop anyone else with an entitlement to Daddy Piggy’s fortune from getting their share, including Gina’s own children.
And when the Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd decided that the people of Australia should get a share in the super profits of the various mineral holdings of the various mining Pigs, well Gina the Piggy and her cohorts went right off! Pigs are not called pigs for nothing you know! Anyway the mining piggies threw mountains of cash around and got what they wanted: the Australian Labor Government got rid of poor ol’ Kevin and fell to it’s knees in a bleating mess and capitulated. The Pigs said to the Sheep, “Fuck the people of Australia” and set their dogs on them.
Oh, and other mining Pigs are also trying to get into Parliament, Television, and the general Media so as to be able to more efficiently control the Sheep in case they start to get uppity.
You know, it all sounds funny doesn’t it – piggy’s and their manic greed feeding off the poor old sheep, but it really isn’t. The Pigs and their Dogs who rule the planet and it’s people have created a planetary slaughterhouse and prison over many centuries. And nothing has changed in this so called era of enlightenment and informational speed. The world after all, is heading for incineration and the Pigs are stoking the fire like never before.
Sooner or later there will come a dénouement: a last battle of the Pigs and their Dogs and the Sheep. The sheep outnumber the Pigs and Dogs so mightily that they could easily reverse the situation in the blink of an eye. But sheep aren’t called sheep for nothing, are they? They have no idea what power they truly have, and if they did their meekness would still control them no matter how many of their children they see marching to the slaughterhouses.
If Pig # 1 sees this I’m in big trouble.