…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
It is extraordinary how some people can act against their own interests and health. No, I do not mean citizens voting for the pink and green parties, nor the trade union officials, who risk catching venereal disease using money stolen from their members. The risk, of infection, is small, and the risk of being caught is practically non-existent. If your are the member of the socialist party, and of course if you are a trade union apparatchik you can not be anything but, you are immune from the application of criminal laws. These are for plebs only, as any police commissioner in any Australian state will privately confirm. Not sharing the ill-gotten gains in any criminal organisation, though, is sometimes extremely risky, as Gordon Nuttall could attest, if he dared.
As you are aware, Australian Workers Union wisely never asked for refund of over one million dollars misappropriated by comrade Bruce Wilson, at the time West Australian AWU secretary, and by his legally trained accomplice. Naturally, for once you begin, you do not know where it may end. The workers, for whose rights you are “fighting”, could start wondering. So far they blissfully pay even the legal fees of those few of their union leaders unlucky enough to be caught stealing their, i.e. workers’ money.
But that is not here nor there. I am thinking of the ordinary, not young and naive, in Gillard meaning of the word, people, who ought to know by now that excessive intake of smoke, food, alcohol, television programs and decibels is harmful. Some claim that even excessive sex is detrimental to one’s well-being, but I would not know, since that I never tried.
As everybody knows, the ‘austerity’ is the buzz word all over, in particular in that economic and political miracle called the European Union. Do as I say, not as I do would be the brief explanation of the recommended austerity measures. These should always apply only to as distant as possible groups, geographically or socially. Say Greeks or nurses. Or Spanish nurses.
Spanish nurses don’t like the austerity cuts, so their Health Services Union (I do not know how exactly it is called in Spain) organises noisy street protests. Union supplied plastic whistles are available in all colours of the rainbow presumably to cater for varied political and sexual preferences. Pots and other noisy kitchen utensils are borrowed from mothers, and the unionists, plus the usual rent-a-crowd, are marching up and down and occupying public places within easy reach of television cameras. The noise is deafening – believe you me – that it is no castanets rattling in those calles.
And I wonder. Have they never heard of industrial or occupational deafness? Does it now means that one gets deaf from occupying streets? Or is it just a normal occupational hazard for a progressive, albeit feeble minded, activist? Would a Spanish fly in the ear be a fly, sorry, badge of honour?
If the presumably educated health professionals do not know what is bad for them, what chance would, say, a typical journalist have? It seems that the Spanish health workers are not as docile as ours, but are equally badly led and similarly unable to work out the predictable consequences.
So far here in Australia we have been spared of the overly noisy protests, mainly because until recently the Left ruled in the States. This has been changing and thus we can expect the cacophony to come here sooner or later. The Aussie Leftists are singularly unimaginative – it ain’t progressive, if it ain’t from overseas.