Saturday, 27 February 2016

Fecund

I've always liked that word. Not necessarily what it represents or anything—more just the way it sounds. Now, I don't know about the exact technical definition of the term, but I do know how I've always heard it used—and how therein—it contrasts with the concept of fertility. In order to be considered fertile, a female need only posses the ability to conceive; however, she needs to produce actual live offspring for her to be considered fecund.


*Flashback*

So, what're you gonna do with y'self when ya grow up?
Have babies.
You're gonna have babies?
Yesh. 'leven babies.
Eleven!? Why eleven?
'cause 'leven is the best number of babies to have.
Why's that?
'cause then I can have a birfday party in evwy monf of the year.
Hang on, how many months are in the year?
Twelve.
So why only eleven babies?
'cause I have a birfday too. I don't need a baby for that monf.
Hmmm, sounds like you've put a lot of thought into this.
Yesh.
How are you going to feed all these babies?
Wiv booby milk.
Hmmm, I mean how are you going to get money to pay for everything that all these babies are going to need?
Their dad will give me money, of course.
So, he's going to work and you're going to stay home and look after the babies?
Yesh.
And what about you? Do you want to work too?
Looking after 'leven babies is work.
But don't ya wanna be a dinosaur scientist or build rocket-ships or something?
No.
What about being a teacher like mum and dad and nan?
No.
What about making toys, or video games, or lollies or something?
No! You're not listening Aunty Awex—just wanna have babies!

Look, I don't think it's important what a five-year-old says about what she wants to do when she grows up, but it did get me thinking. While it sounds really out-there to hear my niece say such things, if I go back to my parents'—and especially grand-parents'—generation, stay-at-home mothers who raised eleven—or more—children are not a rarity.

I'm pretty confident my mum would have stayed off work and continued having kids if it'd been medically feasible. I reckon in her wildest fantasies she would have had about twenty or thirty kids who each would have produced twenty or thirty grandkids; and then she would have been like this super-nan who knew everything about all of them—how they were doing in every one of their subjects at school, what sports they played, what all their interests were, favourite foods, likes and dislikes, what they all wanted for their birthdays, etc, etc.

Now, I don't think my mum regrets the time she spent as a teacher, and I think she feels incredibly proud when she runs into grown men who thank her for teaching them how to read—but there's also no doubt in my mind whatsoever that she'd trade it all in in a heartbeat to be the matriarch of a big big family like that. And I also know that it hurts her that I haven't produced a single child thus far—and don't seem likely to at any point in the future.

Look, I really love my mum—a lot—and we get on great, and it's not like she ever aggressively harasses me over the issue—so I don't want people to get the impression that I'm trying to put shit on her—because that's not the point of this ramble at all. In fact, I don't know what the point of it is. Maybe there isn't one. Maybe it's all the result of some weird biological-clock issues I'm having. I dunno. Make of it what you will.

Saturday, 13 February 2016

Fuck Hillary

I don't think I've done a shrill and poorly reasoned political screed in a while—so I guess it's about time to remedy that. Y'see, I think I'm getting sucked into the American presidential primaries. Sort of. Maybe. A little bit. …

Now I don't mind talking about the Republican race, if that's what people are interested in—but honestly—I think it's the least interesting of the clown shows. Y'see, so far as I can tell, anyone who even remotely stood for any kind of conservative ideals never really got a foot in the door; so now it's just a bunch of self-serving, egotistical, elitists, trying to impress party-loyalists by comparing penis size. Essentially, it's a competition to find the biggest prick.

No, what interests me is what's going on over on the Democratic side; where—for the first time in a long time—somebody who actually believes in a lefty agenda might actually have a shot at getting up. It's probably obvious from the title who I'm not talking about.

Now, I know people are gonna say, "Hang on, what about Obama? What about all that inspirational 'hope and change' crap?" Yeah, exactly, what about it? As it turns out, it was just that—crap. As it turns out, he was the same kind of bloodthirsty, elitist, corporate shill and all around loathsome cunt as Bush … and Clinton before him. In fact, Clinton may have been the US equivalent of Tony Blair; you know—the prick who championed the idea that the best way for "lefties" to get back into power was to abandon all their principles and just become "Torries Lite".

(I don't know who you can point to as Australia's Tony Blair—Paul Keating, perhaps?)

In case there's any lingering doubt, I'd like to make it absolutely clear that I think Hillary Clinton is a lying sack of shit. She stands for nothing other than her own gain and will say anything if she thinks it's politically expedient to do so. She will secretly work to draft and implement trade legislation that harms national sovereignty, and then publicly protest the adoption of that legislation. She will condemn Wall Street bankers in public speeches, and then—behind closed doors—lick the arses of those very same bankers—at a quarter mil per session. She will wail about the corrupting influence of legalised bribery, while at the same time accepting legalised bribes, and then argue that she is somehow immune from corruption. In short, she is a perfect representative for the modern Democratic party and its values.

I'd also like to point out that it takes a special kind of sociopath to tell a lie as grandiose as the one about the plane-landing in Serbia. You know, like that arsehole newsreader (Brian something) who made up that bullshit story about his helicopter being shot down in Iraq, or those cunts who pretend they're war veterans or first-responders.

As a final note, I'd just like to mention the real motivation behind this rant. It was when I heard this sound-bite from Madeleine Albright. I can't say exactly why, but somehow it got in under my skin and just wouldn't stop wriggling.

Fuck you Maddie. You're a bigger sack of shit than Hillary is.

BONUS: Here's an article about the Clintons' track record on African-American issues. It's probably best to read it on the site where it was originally published, but I've also included a full copy below, just in case the original ever goes offline for any reason.

EXTRA BONUS: I came across quite a few of these type of videos that feature distressed and disillusioned Democrats. I don't know if it's meant to be a joke that this woman calls herself "The Sane Progressive" while she looks like some strung-out wretch cowering in a bomb-shelter as her world explodes overhead.

Sunday, 7 February 2016

Xmas Flashback*

Hey, Nan?
Yes, luv?
Why does Santa have a really big sack?
So he can fit in all the toys for all the good little boys and girls in the whole world.
No, it's because he only comes once a year.
… You hear that one at school did you luv?
Yep.
That's dumb. It's not even funny.
*POTENTIAL TITLES
  • It's not funny for the reason you think it's funny.
  • Kids might say the damndest things, but old retired teachers have heard it all before.
  • Grandma knows all about the dirty stuff. How do you think she became Grandma?
  • It might not be obvious, but the real main character is Nan's home-made lamingtons.