No university in sight!

I was reading about the Australian treasurer Ted Theodore.  Our suburb is named after him.  He achieved a lot in his life after leaving school at 12.  After working in the mines – real work experience there! – he went on to become Premier of Queensland and Federal Treasurer no less!

Whilst serving Queensland, he implemented important educational measures which benefited the handicapped and isolated, introduced adult franchise in local government, and abolished the upper house of Parliament (fewer polllies!).  You can read up on his achievements on Google but the point I make is that he didn’t venture within a 100 kilometres of a university and could run a State and handle the finances of a nation. 

I look at the current crop of educated idiots calling themselves politicians with their shiny degrees and union pedigrees but with no dirt on their hands and I say give me TED THEODORE any day of the week! 

Interestingly, Ted Theodore set up the AWU (Australian Workers Union) – back when unions meant something I guess.  Isn’t that Craig Thompson’s union of choice?  What a contrast.  Just what Kim Beazley Snr said once rings true:

“When I joined the Labor Party, it contained the cream of the working class. But as I look about me now all I see are the dregs of the middle class. And what I want to know is when you middle class perverts are going to stop using the Labor Party as a spiritual spittoon.”

How apt – pervert!!

 

 

Sex in the city

It was several years ago and I had the sound down on the TV while I read waiting for the next program.   A show titled “Sex” or something like that was on giving advice.  (You must wonder how our ancestors got on – with their families of 12 or more children – I guess they worked it out huh?  Maybe even enjoyed it occasionally).  Anyhow, as I looked up there was footage of a cold deserted street.  A bus full of people wearing parkers, scarves and beanies were milling around on the street talking to the interviewer.  There were no other people around and, like I said, it was a bleak looking place.  Suddenly it dawned on me that the place was Canberra!  Showing off its then Sex Tours for tourists.  From memory, this entailed driving out to Fyshwick, an industrial suburb of Canberra, where I once ventured after 5pm on a Friday night.  Nothing was open and a more dark dreary place on earth would be hard to find.  Okay, I’m subject to hyperbole.  Anyway there was nothing open and it resembled the end of civilisation.  I can’t imagine anything less sexy or exciting than Fyshwick after dark.  The nearby railway track might be where you’d lie your head if you were reduced to Fyshwick, Canberra after dark, mid winter, for your thrills in life.