Thursday 16 December 2021

Kanak pour la Kanaky!

 

Comrades,

If there is one thing in this wonderful wide world that is guaranteed to shit me to tears and make me as mad as hell it's French colonialism. Thought I'd get that out there right off the bat so you know where this is coming from. There's no holding back here. It's bee in bonnet time.

Last weekend's third and final referendum on the question of independence for New Caledonia was a complete & utter farce, never mind it being an international disgrace and the pinnacle of arrogant French cynicism. They tried to pull off an old de Gaulle trick in the hope no one would notice. Wrong. As de Gaulle would tell them from the grave, never go to the polls if you can help it, just rule by referenda. Of course the French knew that the mourning period for the Melanesian peoples can last a full year by the time all the funereal rites and complex rituals are able to be completed, let alone for the almost 300 Kanak who died in the Covid19 outbreak, mainly in the ironically named Loyalty Islands, but the French refuser à bout portant repeated requests to postpone the referendum on genuine humanitarian grounds, with the indigenous peoples being met with continual nose thumbing and "up yours! fuck you!" from the colonial administration. Asking them to vote on their very future while in mourning was sheer bloodymindedness in the extreme, and the "seperatists" had every right in wanting no part of it, no part of it at all.

So, 96.49% of the votes cast said NON to sovereignty??? Get away. You can't be serious. This is the sort of stuff banana republic despots will run past you seriously expecting you to be believe it. It's the kind of result Vlad the Impaler gets in Russia. Just who do the French think they are, using the Miracle of Democracy like that as flimsy cover for their sheer bastardy? Everybody knows all the referendum proved is that there was a very tight and very effective boycott by the Kanak, who refuser à bout portant to participate en masse in this despicable, disrespectful, disgraceful fuckery. Look at the turn out - and this is solidarity talking here - it was just 44%. The turn outs in the first two referenda were 81% and 86% respectively. Any common or garden psephologist could tell you that the OUI vote would have been in with a great chance in a very tight contest if the indigenous population turned out in droves, as the NON vote has obviously been exhausted. But, true to form, the French took the opportunity to run it anyway knowing full well what the outrageously illegitimate result would be. And they had the gall to send in 2,000 heavily armed gendarme to enforce the scandalous pretense. You can leave it right there as far as the referendum having any meaning at all is concerned, but to conclude the tawdry 1988 Matignon Accords in such an appalling manner - the accords which have been going on for 33 years in all the grandiosity of Gallic stubbornness - 33 fucking years for Chrissake! and now there's going to be another "18 month consultation" on God only knows what. More "autonomy" under the aegis of France? They've got to be joking. Do they think that kind of pissantery will achieve anything? Improvement in the life of anyone?

The thing that really shat me the most was the Kid President, I don't know who the fuck he thinks he is, what, the head prefect of the garçon, don't ask me, the King of France or something, going on national television saying that "this is a great day for France!". What? For who? Certainly not for the stupid natives who have to "be protected by France from China". What utter bullshit, Macron. It's a disgraceful day of shame, yet again, and you know it. I've been giving the Childe Emmanuel the benefit of the doubt for nigh on five years, but not now. A blatant suck up to French imperialism and being seen to be able to "hang on to the colonies" has clout in the Metropolitan electorate where he's up for re-election in April, so it was just another political ploy for him after all. Macron said in 2018 and 2020 before each independence referendum that he was neutral in this, had no opinion about it, as it was for the people of New Caledonia to decide...but then to gleefully declare the strictly boycotted third vote as "a great day for France" showed him up, not only as a baldfaced liar, but nothing more than a devious back stabbing backroom boy with a secret agenda.       

I have spent a month sojourning in the north-west of France, travelled extensively in the former French colonies of Laos and Vietnam, spent plenty of time knocking round the former half-French colony of the New Hebrides now Vanuatu and a single day in Nouméa, on my way to someplace else. I have never seen more French flags flying in one place anywhere in the world than in the capital of New Caledonia. They might as well bung up huge fucking great billboards all over the Grand Terre spelling it out in dramatic gigantic letters C’EST LA FRANCE! to remind the pesky natives, just in case they didn't know. Perhaps they have? I don't know. As if 168 years of French disposession & oppression isn't enough already. Enough already.

Anyway, the French are in deep shit now with the United Nations's Anti-Colonial Committee, the C-24, more formally known as "The Special Committee on the Situation with regard to the implementation of the Declaration on the Granting of Independence to Colonial Countries and Peoples ", who were quick to denounce the refendendum for what it was - a sham -  effectively accusing the French of not being serious, and/or not really that interested at all in giving up an inch of ground on this one. Those good folks down at the UN will hang onto the French tail, like some shitty little bulldog, and won't let go for as long as it takes. The C-24's motto should be (with apologies to Sufjan Stevens) "We have fought the Knife People, and we will fight them again, until they are off our lands!"...or in less violent plain English, fuck off Macron, you two-faced bag of shit. If I've said it once, I'll say it again: Kanak pour la Kanaky!

Not many Kanak faces here, Quel?

 Secretary General of the Elysee Palace Alexis Kohler, French President Emmanuel Macron and French Overseas Minister Sebastien Lecornu meet with New Caledonia representatives to discuss the consequences of the forthcoming referendum on New Caledonia self-determination, at the Elysee Palace in Paris, France, 1 June, 2021. Photo: Bertrand Guay/REUTERS.

 

Friday 3 December 2021

hypocrisy sticks

 

 Photo: Mick Tsikas/AAP

Comrades,

It's quite interesting that in the same week the man with the most important job in Australia, Tim Paine, is found guilty as charged of sending a dick pic, any dick will do, (it has been pointed out to me that some of the more elderly followers of the game would have no idea what the phrase "dick pic" means straight off the bat), the man with the second most important job in Australia, Scott Morrison, is rightly accused of engaging in dog whistling and his double speak is exposed, left, right and centre. Why should we conflate the two? Both cases could and should be viewed through the crystalline prism of honesty and trustworthiness, for sure, but everything seems to be about expediency...cleaning up little messes and putting out spotfires, when the truly ingrained, rusted-on problems in their spheres of influence remain unresolved, and nothing ever gets done. No one is being thrown under a bus here. Both of these characters - in the now famous last words of Big Bad Bonking Bozo Boris Johnson - have "driven the car into the ditch" of their own accord. (HM The Queen feeling a bit poorly is about as fast as the British news travels to the Antipodes these days anyway, since the discontinuation of the telegraph, so it's no surprise most folks here also have no idea Bonkers has also found himself in about 50 shades of shit and in more trouble than the early settlers politically in the space of just a few weeks).

It's also a glaring irony that ScoMo should finally be done in by one of his own in that pesky parliamentarian from Tassie, Bridgett Archer. The cheek of her seconding the motion and crossing the floor to bring on the corruption debate. It's no skin off her nose - electorally good for her in a very marginal seat - and if reports be true she wasn't about to have a 'pastoral care' meeting with the PM when summoned to the Prime Ministerial office after the vote, a free and frank exchange of views probably finished with 'now look mate, I know what I've done, you know why I crossed the floor, now fuck off. Give me a ring tomorrow, if you want". Never mind ScoMo's complete inability to keep his own party together in a phalanx-style formation onward Christian soldiers-style just at a time when strict solidarity is essential for electoral success, as they say in the PR trade - the optics don't look good, don't look good at all. Among the worst of Scotty's high-handed arrogances was on full display when he viciously attacked the NSW ICAC. Using phrases like "being done over" by the corruption watchdog who's behaviour was as "utter disgrace" in the Ruby Princess Imbroglio is in itself an utter disgrace. To thunder in the Parliament "there won't be a Kangaroo Court on my watch!", besides missing the point entirely, screams "well, what have you and your mates got to hide then, buddy? We won't mention Christian Porter, shall we?". Of course a standing Independent Commission is a "Kangaroo Court" by definition (and a Star Chamber to boot) where the rules of evidence do not apply on purpose; it's designed that way for a reason if you didn't know Scotty, and it has the very wide ranging and draconian powers of a Royal Commission. Same diff. It's the only way to make any dint at all in endemic, entrenched State corruption. But ScoMo has never been a fan of the Royal Commissions Act (1902); had to be dragged kicking and screaming to get one up into the suicides of former military personnel which ironically began public hearings last week, vowing to get to the bottom of how these people died slipping through the cracks. Never was a fancier of the Banking Royal Commission, either, was ScoMo, baulking and weaving anytime it might have been under consideration knowing full well it would turn up literally millions of cases of unconscionable conduct by the robber barons who've always run the banks. Pentecostal capitalism at its finest. Porter can just scuttle away under a rock as his political usefulness went west a long time ago now, and Mike's Brother has the saddest job in Cabinet as the Minister for The Sick, so who can blame him for wanting out with a real risk of spending three years in Opposition? But the buck stops with the PM. Never mind cynically whistlin' the dog whisperer's tune to the hopelessly out-numbered anti-vaxxers, calling for the Govt. to get out of our lives when his Govt. has been in our faces for nigh on two years, or casually jollying the General Public along as if nothing is wrong and insisting everything is just luvy-duvy..."how good is this!', hypocrisy sticks. And if you want even more irony, fancy the two top pollies in the land dancing around a Xmas tree and playing peek-a-boo with each other while bountiful packaged gifts drip off them on the same day the "open secret" of the absolutely appalling and demonstrably disgusting behaviour (and its not just about you,Tudgey) that goes on in the Canberra Bubble was laid bare for all to see, well that's it. Right there. Nudge, nudge...say no more.

As far as the Paine affair goes, I'm sorry, but it just exposes the moral bankruptcy of Australian cricket yet again. The game's scruples and dignity have never had a good track record over the last couple of centuries, and its integrity or lack thereof has been the subject of a bad press not just for decades, but for generations...just as in The Miracle of Democracy...truly dreadful behaviour on and off the field and in the crowd has been par for the course for all of living memory; I could go on, but won't...no...wait...crikey! The Poms aint in half trubble themselves over their Colonial Racist stereotype actually being true! It's all there in the transcript, in black & white. Good Lordy! If anyone is going to be called Names over the summer, its them. Loose the bears on the midgets and let the gaming begin!