John Linton ......as Harry Chapin once observed in one of his most memorable songs. (at least memorable for me when I saw him sing it in a Minneapolis high school gym on a freezing night almost forty years ago - or it might have remained memorable for the trip from and to Rochester on icy roads with the return trip made even more interesting by the quantities of Jim Beam, hash browns and funny tobacco consumed on the trip there and during the long 'concert'). For some reason the words of that song have been in my head for the past few days and as anyone who has had that annoying experience they just won't go away. Perhaps its a longing for far simpler days and the sometimes passionate, sometimes strange, sometimes devastating relationships of your early 20s that recalls the music associated with those times. It's possible that I was never happier up to that time than in the back seat of that bald tyred, eight year old clapped out Pontiac that night....quite possibly significantly enhanced by the chemical influences at work within my head and body at the time.
We are having the best business month for, well, for as long as I can remember and August will finish well above all of our key planned targets in most areas of our business. This a very good thing to happen when you are going on holidays in two days time and, obviously, infinitely better than the reverse. Of course the stresses and strains involved in trying to do too much in too little time prevent any euphoria developing and yesterday had more than its 'fair share' of jolts and idiocies mostly generated by the parasitic clowns and drongos employed by the Commonwealth Government who seem to inject a never ending stream of time wasting idiocies into my life at the least opportune times. However, what can you ever expect from people who have never held a real job in their lives and who have no concept of how to make any sort of contribution to the society in which they live? I sometimes wonder about how deeply cynical the sense of humour the person who coined the phrase "public servant" must have had. I think this recent article clearly defines what a "public servant" considers to be the entitlements of their job (all judges are "public servants"):
http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/more-news/public-servant-hurt-having-sex-in-motel-is-entitled-to-compo-judge-told/story-fn7x8me2-1226103118908
So perhaps the Chapin song is caused by a desire to go somewhere/do something where I don't have any need for contact with people who work, and I use that word in its loosest sense, for commonwealth government departments whose only purpose seems to be an adjunct of Centre Link where the unemployable are given telephone and internet services to keep them amused (and off the streets) for periods of some days of the year to provide an illusion that they are 'earning' the money paid into their bank accounts - the equivalent of the work for the dole scheme put in place for parasites who can never grasp the concept that they are responsible for their own lives. I think its mostly the frustration a relatively hard working person feels when they realise that the taxes they have paid for almost fifty years have been frittered away paying for these no hopers to screw up everything useful in Australia in whatever way their severely restricted reasoning abilities can think up.
Perhaps it is just another sign that the strain of working very hard to accomplish very little becomes too much to bear when you, yet again, realise how completely hopelessly Australia is run by the 'executive' layers of worthless dross that permeate what is laughingly termed Federal, State and Local Government public services. It is at moments like these that I long for an Australian version of the cultural revolution where all 'senior public servants' would be sent to the far North to dig canals for ten years with the only shelter being what they erect themselves and the only food what they can find in the most arid of Australian landscapes. Alternatively - just shoot them like the parasitic vermin they are.
I hope your morning has started better than mine.
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