THIS SITE IS DEDICATED TO A GENUINELY
INDEPENDENT AUSTRALIA
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To
date the peoples of For
example, the privatisation of power, water, public transport, the
increasing intrusion into medical and health care by privateers, the
demands by the multinationals to get their dirty fingers into the public
health system and the Prescription Benefits Scheme, the proposed sell out
of Telstra shows just how essential it is for the people living and
working in Australia to take the necessary action to achieve a genuinely
independent Australia free from foreign domination and
manipulation. Currently the farmers are being badly hurt by the so
called but very one sided “Free Trade Agreements” we are all being badly
affected by this idiocy of world parity fuel pricing (a policy of sell-out
merchants and bloody fools). The proposed sale of Telstra whereby the
wishes of the people living in the country areas are being ignored by the
National Party as they wheedle out ways to justify selling us down the drain
for a few months and years of parliamentary perks and privileges if I am
not wrong. (How wonderful it would be to be wrong on that one and find the
Nationals do what they are constitutionally bound to do — represent their
constituents and vote according to the wishes of the 90% plus of country
people who do not want Telstra sold off any further.) The destruction of
hundreds of thousands of jobs either as jobs that are no longer in existence
or as full time jobs now part time is another curse of this
‘globalisation’. This undermining of Australia’s independence, limited
though it was, is just another aspect we ought to oppose most vehemently.
There are very many other examples. People are hurting all across this
vast country people in big cities and in the smallest of towns in some of
the remotest parts of It
is this systematic undermining of the interests of the peoples of
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Some examples from letters to the Weekly Times
The Nazi ideal:dehumanisation, is alive andwell in OZ
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Over one hundred years
ago the general feelings of workers across the country were expressed in
the words of the poem "Freedom On The Wallaby" by Henry Lawson. In the
eighteen nineties there was very strong feeling about foreign domination
and manipulation by the English ruling class. These feelings for genuine
independence were expressed in the many strikes and struggles of the
working people of that era, so much so the at Clermont in Queensland (and
at a few other places) shearers were drilling with arms and, at that time,
were said to be better trained (according to an army officer of the time)
than the colonial army then existing. Today we have almost
turned the full circle. Hard won concessions like the eight hour day and
other entitlements workers have fought for are being legislated away by
politicians acting in the interests of foreign powers, local corporate
grab-alls and these scurrilous pollies are covering their anti-worker
misdeeds and schemes with all sorts of ploys, spin and bulldust. It is
very true that today we, sadly, have forced upon us a developing situation
that is so reminiscent of the days when Henry Lawson felt compelled to
express the feeling of his fellow countrymen in the following poem. It is
reproduced here as a point of interest and a topic for
discussion.
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FREEDOM ON THE WALLABY
Henry Lawson
1891
Australia's
a big country
An' Freedom's humping bluey,
An' Freedom's on the
wallaby
Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey?
She's just begun to
boomerang,
She'll knock the tyrants silly,
She's goin' to light another
fire
And boil another billy.
Our fathers toiled for bitter
bread
While loafers thrived beside 'em,
But food to eat and clothes to
wear,
Their native land denied 'em.
An' so they left their native
land
In spite of their devotion,
An' so they came, or if they
stole,
Were sent across the ocean.
Then Freedom couldn't stand the
glare
O' Royalty's regalia,
She left the loafers where they were,
An'
came out to Australia.
But now across the mighty main
The chains have come
ter bind her -
She little thought to see again
The wrongs she left behind
her.
Our parents toil'd to make a home -
Hard grubbin 'twas an'
clearin' -
They wasn't crowded much with lords
When they was
pioneering.
But now that we have made the land
A garden full of
promise,
Old Greed must crook 'is dirty hand
And come ter take it from
us.
So
we must fly a rebel flag,
As others did before us,
And we must sing a
rebel song
And join in rebel chorus.
We'll make the tyrants feel the
sting
O' those that they would throttle;
They needn't say the fault is
ours
If blood should stain the
wattle!
The map shows the tracks Ugly has taken in gathering information on various issues since 2000.

BANKS OF MARBLE
I’ve travelled round this country from shore to shining shore,
It really made me wonder, the things I heard and saw.
I saw the weary farmer ploughing sod and loam,
I saw the auction hammer knocking down his home.
But the banks are made of marble, with a guard at every door;
And the vaults are stuffed with silver that the farmer sweated for.
I’ve travelled round this country from shore to shining shore,
It really made me wonder, the things I heard and saw.
I saw the seaman standing idly by the shore,
I heard the bosses saying, “Got no work for you no more.”
But the banks are made of marble, with a guard at every door;
And the vaults are stuffed with silver that the seaman sweated for.
I’ve travelled round this country from shore to shining shore,
It really made me wonder, the things I heard and saw.
I saw the miner scrubbing coal dust from his back,
I heard his children crying, “Got no coal to heat the shack.”
But the banks are made of marble, with a guard at every door;
And the vaults are stuffed with silver that the miner sweated for.
I’ve travelled round this country from shore to shining shore,
It really made me wonder, the things I heard and saw.
I saw the young apprentice doing men’s work on the cheap,
I saw his thin pay packet, not enough to pay his keep.
But the banks are made of marble, with a guard at every door;
And the vaults are stuffed with silver that the apprentice sweated for.
I’ve seen my brothers working throughout this mighty land,
I’ve prayed we’d get together and together make a stand.
Then we’d own those banks of marble with a guard at every door,
And we’d share those vaults of silver that the workers sweated for.
During the Great depression of the nineteen thirties people were forced by their hardship to stop, think and question. They wanted to know why the burden of the economic crisis was being put fairly and squarely on their backs? This poem of the era was reflecting the growing question being asked throughout the depression riddled countries of the western world at that time. We may well ask, how long before an even greater depression comes this century as the US economy continues to falter and the Asian demand for raw material flattens out? We know from past experience that it too will be loaded on to the backs of the working people.
(Added March 2006)