The Sudanese in Australia are their own worst enemies.

It is with deepest regret that I write this blog.  We Aussies have really tried to accommodate the Sudanese community who came here for a better life.

Australia is a marvellous country compared with the rest of the world. I should know because I came here as a displaced person.  My family was grateful to be here. My parents worked hard and I studied hard even though we did not know a word of English when we came here.

There was no welfare then, nor the dole,  but we all knuckled down and got on with it. I was seven years old and so was put in Grade 2 in July.  By the end of the year,  the headmaster called my mother to the school and asked if it would be all right if I were promoted to grade 4 the following year instead of grade 3.  In six months I had learned English and managed to skip a year.

I am revealing this because I believe that if you work hard you can achieve a lot. It’s up to you.

That  is why I bristle at the mention of  “disaffected youth”.

In Siberia we were never bored or disaffected.  Life was too precarious for that luxury.

So why am I writing this?

Well,  on the weekend about 200 disaffected Sudanese and Islanders decided to riot in the middle of the city of Melbourne. They spoiled the Moomba Festival in town and made us resent them.

They are bored,  apparently.  They feel disliked.

My question is “What’s there to like?  Their violence?  Their attacks on women?  Their home invasions?  Their selfish and mindless assault on this generous society? ”

My reply is  “If we don’t like you it’s your own bloody fault.”

 

 

 

 

What sort of creature abandons women and children?

Two weeks ago I attended a Current Affairs discussion.  As usual, the subject of  “refugees” or  “migrants” came up.

I posed the question :

“If Australia were being attacked by an enemy would you expect the young Aussie men to abandon their families, their parents, their wives and children, and escape to another country or would you expect them to stay in Australia and defend and protect them?”

That question received much applause.

This afternoon,  visiting Canadian journalist Mark Steyn made the same comment on our local radio station, 3AW, about who was abandoning the elderly and the helpless in the Middle East.  It made my day.

Irritating women at supermarket checkouts

Here is a typical scene at a supermarket checkout. You are standing in line behind a few women. You have your credit card at the ready.  This is contrary to the behaviour of  other women in front of you who go through the checkout and then at the end of the process are taken by surprise…apparently.

It seems that the checkout person expects them to pay.

So now the farce begins. Most female shoppers fumble in the depth of their handbags. Out come the hair dryers, the make-up purse, the chocolates, the collection of tissues and all sorts of other personal items until at the very bottom of the abyss,  the wallet is found. Then it takes a few minutes till the credit card or cash is located.

This seems to be a female thing.  They go through the process of placing the shopping items on the counter and  it’s only when the cashier has finished totalling that they work out that they actually have to pay for their purchase.

Of course this lack of  preparation slows everybody else down.

Honestly,  I have no idea how their mind works.

Now men, on the other hand,  always,  and I mean always,  have their wallets or credit cards ready so as not to delay the other shoppers in the queue.

I invite you all to observe this weird phenomenon.

Which is why when I select a queue in a supermarket I always head for the one that has many men in it.

Amazon’s amazing service!

We in Australia have given up on good service. It’s something that existed in the dim past when department stores were competitive and efficient.  I remember when a store such as David Jones ( an Australian icon) which has been around for years used to phone me the day after I made a purchase to see if I was happy with the service.

That sort of  thing no longer occurs. Nowadays,  we are grateful if a salesperson turns up and asks if we need any help.

So it really bowled me over when I had a problem downloading a book onto my kindle and filled in a request for help. The response was immediate. No sooner had I asked for help that the question was posed  “Do you want us to phone you now or in five minutes?”  I replied  now and now it was.  Someone from Amazon phoned me straightaway and explained that I need to REFRESH my kindle from time to time. She proceeded to go through the refresh process with me and fixed the problem.

The lady on the phone even sent me an email with instructions on how to refresh my kindle in the future.

That’s what I call service, amazing service,  and all credit must be given to Jeff Bezos for making Amazon super efficient.

 

The Dressmaker–what in the world?

I have a suggestion for Peter Dutton, who is the Immigration and Border Protection Minster of Australia.  Whenever a boat carrying  “asylum seekers” is caught trying to reach our shores,  he should screen for them  “The Dressmaker”.

I guarantee that the boat people would beg the smugglers to turn the boat around and escape as far as possible from the image of Australia depicted in this film.

The setting for this Aussie production is the town of Dungatar which is made up of an extremely phony collection of sheds and outhouses.  Its inhabitants look like escapees from a Bruegel painting,  a bunch of weird caricatures.  There aren’t many of them in the town of Dungapoo but we have the village idiot, the cross-dressing policeman,  the demented mother of the dressmaker who is a hoarder,  the sex-starved fatty, the mean rich man who bosses everyone around,  all overacted by usually reputable Aussie actors.

Apparently,  the producers needed a celebrity for the title role of Tilly Dunnage who  has arrived to wreak havoc on the town that done her wrong by accusing her of murder.  So they chose Kate Winslet.  Alas, poor Kate. If only she had found a box of matches sooner and put us out of our misery long before the two hours of  “The Dressmaker.”

Francis Bacon said that  “revenge is a kind of wild justice” and boy does Tilly go wild. She outsews the opposition, cleans up her mother’s messy home,  cures her mother’s madness,  slims down The Biggest Loser by making her a new dress, finds out that the nasty man who drugs his wife and then has sex with her while she is knocked out, is actually Tilly’s father. Enough already.

In my defence, we were given these cinema tickets for free, but we overpaid!   We stayed until the apocalyptic end because I could not believe that this film which other people said I should go see was not going to improve.  Not even the town hunk who plays football can save this film.

Wouldn’t you think I would have learned my lesson by now?

 

 

The Australian Muslim Community speaks at last about the terrorist attacks in Paris

Apparently, the Grand Mufti of Australia has spoken. We don’t know what he said because he doesn’t speak English.

Hard to believe, but I read that he’s been in Australia some 18,  yes 18 years, and great scholar that he is couldn’t be bothered learning English. He has been the Grand Mufti since 2011 and has seen no reason to learn English yet, it seems.

What made me laugh today, however,  is that on Al Jazeera TV there was a breaking news documentary called

“The Day Israel attacked America.”  Hmm, I thought. I wonder what that’s about?

Well, it’s about the day,  50 years ago,  yep 50 years ago during the Six Day War when the Israelis accidentally hit an American vessel while Israel was defending itself against attacks by Five Arab nations.

All I could conclude from that Al Jazeera ploy is that the Muslims must be in a lot of trouble to dig up that old story in order to distract their viewers from what’s really happening in Paris right now.

 

Climate Change? Yes, No, Maybe or Whatever….

Hardly a day goes by that somebody somewhere does not reiterate that climate change is a scientific reality. The research has been done and 120% of scientists say it is a fact.

We cannot argue against a scientific fact,  I guess,  but I am led to believe that not everybody is convinced it’s the fault of homo sapiens. We must change our ways,  however,  even if it’s not our fault warn the prophets of doom.

The planet will dry out or it will get flooded and islands will hit rock bottom, so to speak.

It’s a grim outlook, is it not?

Heaven help us if we question this apocalyptic prediction.  Look what happened to the witches of Salem!

So I’m not going to do that.

What I will say is that I don’t know,  but it’s hard to be convinced by any prophesy about climate when one considers how inexact a science weather forecasting is in general.

In any case I have lost interest in the topic because it’s possible,  just a suggestion mind,  that this world is not really worth saving and perhaps it’s time to start all over again.

Save me from the Superfoods like Chia and Kale

I’m convinced that the health food greenie, organic industry will not rest until it has destroyed our will to live.

We have to sacrifice taste, aroma, appearance and yum yum for the alleged promise of eternal life and so we should stuff ourselves with  Superfoods.  In other words, we have to abandon anything that tastes good.

Just yesterday, the World Health Organisation announced that meat is deadly, ham and other processed meats are a threat to our very existence and advised us to limit our meat intake or else!

So much for the Paleo diet. It’s now poisonous, apparently, and more of a threat to our very existence than nuclear weapons.

So yesterday,  because the supermarket  was promoting its healthy wrap collection I bought a couple of packets of MEB Superfood wraps.

Would you like to know how organic wraps with Chia, Spinach,  Kale and Broccoli taste?

Well, they taste very organic. They also look bad and smell pretty bad in an organic sort of way. They are bland in texture,  but with a smidgen of yuk,  very much like the most organic of our excretions.

Bon appétit to the masochists of the world!

 

 

Why our Prime Minister, Malcolm Turnbull, doesn’t understand Melbourne people

The Prime Minister of Australia has criticised the Premier of Victoria because a public holiday was declared for The Day Before,  I repeat,  The Day Before, the Grand Final of a football match.

Daniel Andrews, who is the Premier of Victoria said it would put Melbourne on the map. Shoppers will flock to the city and the economy will boom.  People will come from all over to spend their cash.

Well,  the grand parade took place yesterday and Melbourne is not rolling in gold coins as Andrews promised.  There was the little problem of overtime pay etc. etc. so businesses could not afford to stay open.

Nevertheless,  there was a parade yesterday of footballers and thousands came to watch. Now that was for free, of course. So much for the economic boost.

So when the Prime Minister of Australia lamented the loss of productivity,  and its cost to the nation,   Andrews retorted that Turnbull obviously doesn’t understand football and Melbourne.

Well, neither do I.

There is something nasty about Melbourne which causes crime to flourish here.  So if you are into crime and drugs Melbourne is the place to be. In the rest of Australia  smoking is not allowed  in outdoor venues where food is served.

But here in Melbourne, you can smoke all you want because the liquor lobby is too powerful.

You cannot walk the streets on Friday and Saturdays nights because the druggies and the drunks are out in force.

And as for aesthetics,  Melbourne is ugly. It’s full of alleys desecrated with grafitti. The public transport system is unreliable and archaic.

And yes, everyone agrees something should be done about it,  so let’s have a discussion about it, shall we?  What hypocrisy!

Now for some more distressing facts about the effect of this Holy Football event.  Surgery has had to be postponed because the doctors and other staff have escaped from Melbourne for the long weekend. Those people who are in hospital and ready to go home cannot leave because there aren’t enough doctors to release them. So they are crammed into rooms all because of this special holiday.

Would you believe that 690 surgical operations have had to be postponed because of this footy fiasco?

By the way,  it is the entire state of Victoria that has an extra holiday today.  Just to watch a bunch of footballers in a parade in Melbourne.

And for some mysterious reason our Prime Minister cannot understand why people on full pay have the day off so that they can wave at a bunch of footballers prior to the actual day of the match.

I know one thing for sure. If the Melbournians weren’t allowed to get drunk and gamble there would be no interest in “sport.”

But perhaps that’s the case with all of Australia. What surprises me is that they feel they need an extra pretext to drink.

Surely living in Melbourne is reason enough to reach for the bottle.

 

 

 

Middle East students at the Holocaust Museum

A few years ago I was a volunteer  guide at the Holocaust Museum in Melbourne.  It is a very solemn museum  devoted to the memory of the Jews who were exterminated by the Nazis during the Second World War.

Among the many visitors to the museum were school children of high-school age. They would come with their teachers to learn about the Holocaust and most of the time they were very well-behaved.

Some were visibly affected by what they saw.  It was an excursion that was part of their education and it was meant to teach them about the dangers of bigotry  and racial hatred so that the world would be a better place in the future.

We can all live in hope and we have to try to improve things, don’t we?

I remember one particular occasion,  however,  which depressed and horrified me.

It concerned a school visit from one of the Northern suburbs of Melbourne.  I was walking around the exhibit as was my role as a guide when I heard a couple of Lebanese boys making fun of the photos of Jews being tortured by the Nazis.  I know they were Lebanese because I overheard them talking and then they spoke in English.

This is what they said as they stood in front of a particularly horrible photo.

“We could learn a lot from the Nazis about how to deal with the Jews.”

Those two boys were about 15 at the time and that was five years ago.

I can’t help wondering where these boys ended up.