The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.

I have already expended quite a few posts on Zimbabwe and the recent turmoil there. I can’t quite express the disappointment that I feel with regards to the latest outcome other than say that I hope that Mugabe gets exactly what is coming to him. Unfortunately, I am familiar with this tune and can see how it will probably pan out.

Thus, I won’t bore you with another tirade, I will link to some sober words of the Political Umpire, who has pretty much said what I would have liked to say (only far more politely that I can manage this fine morning).

For those interested, I am quoting Thomas Jefferson there in the header, but hold little hope that it will happen.

Comments

freefalling said…

We got a letter last week from World Vision to tell us their food distribution to the little kiddies has been suspended because the Zimbabwean government has thrown out all the international aid agencies.
Makes me wanna cry.

23 June 2008 at 18:45

freefalling said…

Oh yeah - and I meant to say, I love that quote.

23 June 2008 at 18:49

Political Umpire said…

Thanks for the link etc Kris. Africans have too often been the victim of the great lie: that a people can somehow be 'free' even if 99% have far less personal freedom than before their 'liberation' ...

23 June 2008 at 20:28

Kris McCracken said…

I think that it is time to spill the blood of this tyrant...

26 June 2008 at 10:51

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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