The Mobster Indicted

 

It's difficult, gentle reader, to ignore the soap opera in train across the Pacific, and once again, I am drawn like a moth to the flame. Please forgive me, but it is pretty incredible stuff.

The bland facts are, that an ex-POTUS has purloined a heap of classified documents, loaded them up, and taken them with him when he left office.

There is absolutely no doubt about this. The evidence is documented, recorded, and available.

His protestations that he can declassify a document by thinking about it are incredible, but there are plenty that have drunk the Trumpaide, who believe it. For me, the amazing aspect of all this is not so much that he makes these bizarre statements, but that some people actually believe them.

Then there's the cover up. Like his partner in crime, the late and unlamented Richard Nixon, the cover up has the potential to do real damage to his case. Not that there is any issue about the extent of the case against him.

It's stark and clear.

The jellybacks in the Republican party are using "whataboutism" as his defence. Nobody cares - nepotism has been a feature of US politics since Adam was a pup. 

If nothing else, it makes for fascinating entertainment. Watching a slow train wreck is always riveting.

If only it was fiction. The fact that it isn't is the most disturbing feature of the ongoing saga.

BRS and the ANZAC Myth

Pic courtesy Canberra Times

It's been a little quiet here lately, gentle reader.

A 30,000 word thesis deadline was hanging over my head, which has now been met, so back to normal posting..... 

 The media is wall-to-wall Ben Roberts-Smith, at the moment. It sells well as a story because it brings together so much of what causes outrage, and outrage always sells.

Personally, I feel some sympathy for Roberts-Smith, not because I believe he has been accused unjustly, I simply don't know, but because he's collateral in the culture wars. Soldiers are always collateral, of course, as any Vietnam veteran will tell you. 

 There are so many aspects of this issue which are tragic. The rate of suicide amongst Australian veterans of Afghanistan is the first aspect of the tragedy. Then there's the issue of the reputations of the ADF and the SAS. 

When I was in what we called the "Funny Country", the SAS were held in awe. We had little to do with them, and they were largely invisible to friend and foe alike at the time, and they would always avoid a fight if possible. 

 Fighting wasn't really their role. They were essentially involved in collecting intelligence, and they were very good at it. 

They seem to have been used in a very different way in Afghanistan which brought them into contact with civilians. Some units seemed to have gone feral. This may have come about because their own culture has always seen them as a race apart and they made up rules as they went along. It's difficult to understand how higher command turned a blind eye to this, but it's apparent, by the outcome, that they did. 

Accountability needs to go all the way up the line, and this doesn't seem to be happening. 

 Then there's the ANZAC myth, as distinct from the ANZAC tradition. The myth holds that Australians in uniform can do no wrong, and if they are fighting for King and Country, they're somehow excused from accountability. The problem with this notion is, that if accepted, it brings our fighting men and women down to the same level as those who would use terrorism and intimidation to achieve their ends. That simply won't wash. 

Heaven help anyone who is critical of aspects of the myth.

The best aspects of the ANZAC tradition uphold compassion, a fair go, and the capacity not to take ourselves too seriously. The last aspect is what makes us so different from the Americans, something which was very obvious in Vietnam all those years ago. 

 The media need to let go of this story, as it harms all those involved, especially the soldiers who served, and their families. There's a whiff of stereotyping wrapped up in this, redolent of the "baby-killer" meme which did the rounds post Vietnam. This doesn't mean the media shouldn't report it, but they should not exploit it. That seems to be something that local media can't avoid.

Accountability needs to be applied, but doing so in the full glare of publicity, to sell clics and newspapers will do more harm than good, and enough harm has been done already, both in Afghanistan and back home in Australia.

Polite Meaningless Words

 

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One of my favorite poems is W.B. Yeats' "Easter, 1916".

It contains the line (repeated) "polite meaningless words".

He describes how the actions of the Irish rebels transformed them from ordinary people living ordinary lives to the personification of a "terrible beauty". That "beauty" was the dream of an independent Ireland, free of the yoke of perfidious Albion.

He expresses it well, and the powerful music of the language carries the emotion of the tribute with simplicity, clarity and power.

As a child growing up in North Queensland and attending a couple of small bush primary schools, I remember daily morning parade when we recited the following -

"I love my country; I honour my Queen; I salute my flag".

These were polite meaningless words for us as school children. 

We mumbled them because it became habit. There was never any emotion or intensity behind them. We had more important things to be concerned about. We would have been able, however, to explain what these words meant, if asked.

Nobody objected. The Loyal Oath was very much part of the social furniture. This was, of course, the late fifties.

Now, in 2023, we have the routine "Welcome to Country".

It resembles the loyal oath in that it is a simple acknowledgement of history. Both the Welcome to Country and the Loyal Oath are acknowledgements of fact. The first acknowledged the fact that as young Australians, we understood that we lived in a constitutional monarchy, and we owed it our loyalty. We were not responsible for that fact of history, but were the inheritors of it.

The Welcome to Country also acknowledges the facts of history. For over 50,000 years prior to colonisation, the original inhabitants of this country had lived in this country until they were dispossessed of it. We are not responsible for that fact of history, but are the inheritors of it.

So we use a few words to acknowledge it. It may, like the Loyal Oath, become "polite meaningless words", but has value because of what it represents.

The curmudgeons who take exception to it have very little real understanding of our country's history or culture.

They will, I'm sure, get over it..... 

Pho

 

This is the restaurant version.

This is not a food blog, gentle reader, but for a slice of novelty, I'm posting a recipe.

I first discovered this tucker about fifteen years ago on a journey back to Vietnam, when I saw Vietnamese scoffing it down, usually as the first meal of the day, which we call "breakfast".

People could be seen in streetside cafes and restaurants huddled around steaming bowls of the stuff using chopsticks to manage the solids, and drinking the liquid from the bowls in which is was served. It always smelled wonderful, and they seemed to be enjoying it, because the incessant chatter, a feature of this environment, paused during its consumption. Curiosity got the better of me, and I sampled a bowl in a cafe in Saigon*. It was worth the trip.

These jars make excellent storage.

On returning to Oz, I began to seek it out at Vietnamese restaurants, but it wasn't always easy to find fifteen years ago. It is now, and has become almost a Uber eats staple, even if transporting it is a bit of a challenge.

I've never been fond of cereal, so began buying satchels of Pho at supermarkets (where it had become popular) and microwaving them for breakfast. That was a little expensive, and being a retired gent with time on my hands, I experimented with making it at home. 

It worked well, and apart from being pretty healthy, is cheap, and uses up leftover protein as a base, whether chicken, pork or beef. I brew up a week's batch in a slow cooker, store it in jars, and heat up a batch each morning. It's  great way to start the day. My version is much less decorative than the restaurant meals, and the ingredients are less visually spectacular, but it smells and tastes much the same.

Ingredients

Method

A Reconciliation of Sorts

Back in 1970, upon returning from Vietnam, I went into an RSL club in Brisbane for a beer. 

When I told an older digger that I was just back from Vietnam he told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't welcome to join the RSL. He was of the opinion that I wasn't a soldier when I was in country, and that I was a policeman. 

He also described the conflict as a "tin-pot" political exercise. That was about the only belief he held that was correct.

I didn't join the RSL, and my father, who was a returned airman from his war in New Guinea resigned his membership in solidarity.

Thirteen years later, as principal of a special school at Petrie (North of Brisbane) I was phoned by the local RSL president just before ANZAC Day and asked if the school would accept a donation of $500 from the local RSL. 

During the conversation I let slip that I was a veteran, and he invited me to march at the local commemoration. I did so, and that was the first time I joined the parade.

Earlier this year, I was looking for a venue to interview ex-Nashos as part of my research into choices and attitudes of national servicemen who went to Vietnam, and someone suggested the Gaythorne RSL club. It had everything I needed, so I approached them and made arrangements. 

I was also asked to join the RSL, on the basis that they were happy to help. They were indeed helpful, so after years I did so. My shiny badge arrived in the post, and I wore it to this year's march.

I then stored it safely with my father's badge. Dad died many years ago, and I inherited his medals, and the RSL badge that he stopped wearing as a protest against both conscription, and the treatment we received on return.

So we are now reconciled - the RSL, my father, and myself.

It is a much changed organization since the influence of people like James Brown began to reform both its culture and role. Gone are the days when "my war was better than your war".

And that is a very good thing....

 

Rupert Gets Clobbered

Image courtesy LA Times

If you have followed the history of the Murdoch media empire, you will note that it has always made money - lots of it.

It is often touted as "conservative" media, but it really is a conglomerate without genuine political affiliations or values. Rupert has only one talisman, and that is, and always has been, the almighty dollar.

Put simply, Murdoch's papers and television channels supply biased and misleading coverage to support his business interests. This is, and has been, his business model for about fifty years, as demonstrated by his support of politicians as different in their values as Sir John McEwen, Gough Whitlam, and the UK's David Cameron.

Apart from the phone hacking scandal of 2011, Murdoch's relentless pursuit of the almighty dollar has worked well for his corporation. News Limited packages and sells news, they do not report it. The "news" they sell can best be described as what they believe their audiences want to hear or read, or watch. Much of it walks a wobbly line between news, salacious gossip, stories designed to generate outrage, and total rubbish.

Hence Fox News' enthusiastic reporting of conspiracy theories about the "stolen" 2020 presidential election. The corporation knew that this would attract an audience, and would improve ratings and profit. The fact that the Fox hosts knew that they were repeating lies, was neither here nor there.

Now, as the cliche goes, this practice has come back to bite Fox News (and Rupert) on the backside. The recent Dominion settlement is unprecedented in both value and consequence.

Whether this makes any difference to the media landscape, especially in the USA, remains to be seen, but there is no doubt that the legal precedent it has set will resonate across boardrooms all over the country, and may encourage a slightly more respectful attitude towards both the truth and consumers of corporate media. 

The Mobster Arraigned

 

                               Cranky Donny - Pic courtesy Business Insider

I've avoided posting about Trump for quite a while, gentle reader, perhaps in the hope that if he was ignored, he'd disappear. He reminds me of a particularly irritating carbuncle, but I guess, to stretch the metaphor a little, a carbuncle needs to be treated, so ignoring doesn't work.

The USA media certainly can't. They are addicted.

Perhaps his arraignment is the first step in that treatment. One can only hope. He remains probably the most clear and present threat to the Republic.

(Note I haven't called the USA a "democracy". After being told by many Americans that their country is a constitutional republic, and not a democracy, I'll toe their line. It is their country, after all).

Perhaps the best description is "A constitutional republic with occasional democratic features". If you like it you can use it....

Besides, an electoral system through which a President can be elected by 59% of voters, despite the fact that his rival actually received more votes than he did, cannot be defined as a "democracy".  Abe Lincoln did not talk about "some of the people" in his famous quote.

It's passing strange to understand that if you add the 41% of voters who didn't show up in 2016 to the 48% who voted for Clinton, the vast majority of American voters did not support the person elected. 45.9% supported Trump, and 41% didn't support anyone. Democracy? Not so much....

Anyway, Trump is behaving true to form and upbringing. He was raised in the tradition of the New York mobsters, which means he uses financial power, intimidation and personal threats of violence to get his way.

It looks like that formula has begun to fail him. We can only hope.

Imagine if he did end up in the White House in 2024. What price AUKUS in Trump's isolationist "America First?"

This country could be left looking like the proverbial Cervus Elaphus on an igneous object.