Wednesday, September 14, 2016

My Taxes At Work

A while back, thousands of years, in the Bronze Age, a man wrote that his god demanded that homosexual men should be stoned to death. I don't know why the man wrote that. It's possible that he believed he knew the mind of his god, there were schizophrenic people in the Bronze Age. He might have written it because he was a bigoted jerk. He might have been a bigoted schizophrenic jerk.

Next year Australia, the land of my birth, will hold a plebiscite, should the marriage law be changed to include all people, not just straight men and women? My government will supply money to a range of lobby groups to state the No and Yes cases. Some of this money will go to Christian groups to argue the No case on biblical grounds. 

Effectively, my taxes will be employed to voice the opinion of a Bronze Age schizophrenic or bigot in order to be seen to be fair to the Christian schizophrenics and bigots of today. I don't perceive this as a reasonable use of my tax dollars. 


Monday, September 5, 2016

Empty By jak

This is Empty, a happy street parade of a tune. I'd like to see it picked up for a kids television show theme, that's what it sounds like to me.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Universal Sadness

The great sadness for humanity is that we are just the machines who will design the machines who will conquer the universes.


Tuesday, August 23, 2016


Three bar orange glow
Corn chip crumbs in the sour cream
Bedsit lonely night


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

No Leap

Take the no leap
Of no faith,
Feel the no wrath
Of no god.


Monday, August 15, 2016

On Nationalism

The most frightening thing on Earth is a nation of people with a common purpose.


Thursday, August 11, 2016

Lest We Forget

It wasn't so long ago that ignorant, indolent populations sought charismatic puppet leaders and a trite, nostalgic form of conservatism to take care of all that real life stuff for them so they could enjoy their facile entertainments and false financial security. It resulted in the war to end all wars, then another war. It seems us humans forget our lessons rapidly and need to learn them again, then again. 

Lest we forget.