RAVing

RAV4 in sunny Charleville

It's time for another vehicle review. I also haven't blogged on the road for a while, and need to revisit the process so I don't get rusty.

Politics is more than usually bizarre, what with "captains picks" and other childish stuff, so I'll leave it alone for a bit.

The vehicle is a Toyota RAV4 diesel, in which I will cover 3000kms this week, mostly on outback roads.

This means many hours of cruising at 100/110km/hr, something it does pretty well.

It is also wieldy, and feels very much like a Camry, which is hardly a surprise, given that it's built on the Camry platform. Spending the best part of a week in a car means to get to appreciate its strengths and weaknesses pretty quickly.

Its strengths can be listed as economy (averaging 6.9 litres of distillate for every 100kms covered), ease of operation, especially the audio, and interior space. I usually don't bother pairing my iPhone with the Bluetooth in the fleet cars as it takes too much stuffing around, and requires a read of the handbook. This was unnecessary in the RAV, as the process is intuitive and took about a minute. It is roomy inside - especially in the rear.

The audio has a simple touch screen to set it up, which becomes a reversing camera when you go backwards - a useful gadget for us old geysers who find craning our necks to reverse difficult.

Its weaknesses include noise, lumpy seats and bare bones trim. It has about as much interior ambiance as a Kelvinator. The fitout is basic, but I guess this is the fleet version - what was called, back in the day, the "poverty pack".

It reminds me very much of a Hyundai Santa Fe diesel in the way it feels on the road, which is not necessarily a bad thing. You can't fault the fit and finish, and it seems as tough as old boots. I would expect that it will last a very long time, and thrive on neglect. Having said that, Toyota petrol motors last well so long as regular oil changes aren't neglected.

I assume the diesels are the same.

In summary, it is a Toyota, even down to the trademark smell, and it is likely to be reliable. But it is a work tool, and not the sort of beast you look forward to driving.

3000kms will probably be enough.

"Free" Speech

Milly Dowler's Speech was not free - it was stolen and used to enrich Rupert and his minions.

The term "free speech" is tossed around with gay abandon by the likes of News Limited hacks like Bolt and Blair.

Trying to grasp exactly what they mean when they use it is far from straightforward. In Bolt's case, he seems to believe that he is free to earn a living by enhancing and magnifying conflict.

He also appears to believe that he is free to decide which groups should be demonized, and that no law should be on the books which interferes with his right to make a quick quid for News Limited. Hence his tantrum and threats of resigning from political comment when his employer backed away from appealing the decision brought down under 18C, and his obsession with its removal. He didn't have the cojones to carry out the "no politics" threat. Principle obviously took a back seat to the almighty dollar. That, at least, was consistent.

All of this behavior has its own strange logic - it makes sense. What does not, to me, make any sense at all is his reluctance to allow others the same freedom he demands, specifically, the right to write comments on his blog.

I do this from time to time, but frequently, the posts don't get published. There is an interesting pattern to this. He will not publish anything vaguely critical of his employer. I do it because it amuses me, but also because it shines a light on his warped perspective.

Here, gentle reader, are some examples. I took screen shots of these submissions which were censored - (click on the screenshot to enlarge it) -

The context of Bolt's post was criticism of ABC bias, a common refrain. The irony of moderating out a comment critical of his own boss is clearly lost on Bolt.

Then there's this one -

This one was probably censored because of my criticism of Bolt as a conflict entrepreneur. It must be difficult for him - being such a sensitive soul and all, in that a remark made by an a part time amateur blogger is deemed a threat to his reputation.

Again, he will not publish any reference to the fact that he posts hate for a living -

Then there's Blair, the wimp who makes a quid by attacking women.

He simply refuses to post any of my comments, which is a worry, given the declining readership evident on his page. He's lucky to get a dozen or more responses on some of his posts, and they generally come from the usual boganesque suspects.

Like Bolt, he has it in for the ABC -

And, like Bolt, he will brook no criticism of his boss -

So we have the spectacle of two News Limited employees who are completely wedded to the party line, and when Rupert says "jump", they reply in chorus "How high, and when will I come down".

That is comprehensible, but what I fail to understand is why they are afraid of a humble blogger.
Obviously smearing women and Muslims is far less threatening............

The Miracle Of Francis

Image courtesy The Dish

I'm not in the habit of reblogging, but will make an exception in this case.

Andrew Sullivan's thoughtful piece about Pope Francis is worth it.

It includes this paragraph from one of the Pope's essays -

I would not speak about, not even for those who believe, an “absolute” truth, in the sense that absolute is something detached, something lacking any relationship. Now, the truth is a relationship! This is so true that each of us sees the truth and expresses it, starting from oneself: from one’s history and culture, from the situation in which one lives, etc. This does not mean that the truth is variable and subjective. It means that it is given to us only as a way and a life. Was it not Jesus himself who said: “I am the way, the truth, the life”? In other words, the truth is one with love, it requires humbleness and the willingness to be sought, listened to and expressed.

Here is the whole piece.

Of Lame Ducks and Other Things

Couldn't resist this, gentle reader. The line at 2.24 is a doozy.

Somehow ducks are becoming a recurring theme.

It's completely beyond my control.

President Abbott

Image courtesy ramblingsdc.net

Our Prime Minister has been going around saying things like – “The electorate voted for me as leader to end the chaos of the Rudd-Gillard-Rudd Labor governments".

Now this statement would be true if we had a presidential electoral system. We don’t – so it isn’t.

The only “electorate” that voted for Tony Abbott were the voters of Warringah. Just to state the bleeding obvious, the Liberal Party elected Tony Abbott leader, and he was commissioned by the Governor General to form government.

Now this meme by Abbott is no big deal - he often talks rubbish - except that not only does he put it forward ad nauseum, but it seems to be largely accepted by most Australians, led by the mainstream media.

I venture to suggest that it comes from the same place as pattie cakes being called cupcakes, aeroplanes being renamed airplanes, and biscuits metamorphosing into cookies. I swear that if I had somehow done a Rip Van Winkle and woken today after a fifty year nap, I would have difficulty believing that during that time we had not been invaded by the US military and annexed as the fifty-first state.

Language wise, we might as well have been.

Now don’t get me wrong – the US of A is a great country. But it is not my country. I don’t appreciate my lingo being mangled. Nor do I appreciate the public's understanding of my system of government being carefully and deliberately  subverted, even if it is to construct a political meme.

We’re on a slippery slope to becoming a fully-owned subsidiary of the US of A, fellow Australians – assuming there are any of you who continue to identify as such.

Project Boring Update (5)

See it here.

Queensland – Perfect One Day, Amazing the Next……..

Pic courtesy Brisbane Times

 Political pundits are still in the process of wiping egg from their faces after last weekend’s events.

That is not really a surprise. Queensland is and always has been different, especially when it comes to political trends. Generally, as voters, we lead. We don’t follow.

What threw the pundits was the preference flow. They hadn’t predicted the fairly disciplined flow of preferences from the Greens to Labor, and the further display of discipline from Labor, Green PUP and other voters to put the LNP last.

Mind you, this putting the LNP last in many cases must have been a simple protest, irrespective of what the How to Vote cards were saying. There was more to it than following instructions.

I must admit, my money was on an LNP with a reduced majority, and Newman getting the boot in Ashgrove. With a member of my extended family, most of whom live in or around metro Brisbane, sacked by Newman, this result was almost inevitable. Plenty of public servants and their extended families live in Ashgrove.

You don’t get my extended family offside – they are fiercely loyal, and some who had not been vocal prior to the sackings became very active. What had affected one individual suddenly mobilized an extended family whose members totaled about thirty voters. I reckon there were many other families with sacked public servants as members who reacted in the same way. Blood is thicker than water.

As my nephew, whose dad was sacked after thirty plus years of hard work and loyal service said – it had become personal.

Anyhow, now we have a very interesting situation. It’s not inconceivable that the Borg might corral the Katter boys, and Peter Wellington into a minority government, especially if they end up having a by-election in Ferny Grove, because, apparently, the PUP candidate couldn’t read a form.

The Borg and the Katter boys speak the same regional dialect, after all.

Annastacia Palaszczuk, despite all the sexist commentary that has already been thrown at her, is smart and competent. The little bit I had to do with her as a member of the Regional Disability Council when she was Minister for Communities in the Bligh government reinforced that understanding.

The important outcome is that the corrupt whiteshoe influence has largely been flushed from Queensland politics. It remains with a toehold on the Gold Coast (little Baghdad on the Nerang), but has been mortally wounded.

Peter Wellington is on a mission for transparent government. Good luck to him. Given the position he now occupies, he has a good chance of success.

Commissions directed against defeated governments are suddenly all the go. Let’s have one inquiring into the connections between the Newman government, mining companies, real estate interests and disaster recovery contracts.

Come on, Peter, go for it…………