Uncle-Daddy can’t be stopped. He has a mandate!


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Are we all blinded by the eternal lightness of our being while our ‘World Mis-leaders’ use rhetorical devices to constipate our thoughts?

Are they selling shit to toilet paper?

Or are they just playing,


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As long as we have a debt based money system without proper oversight and common sense in applying it’s Usury Principle we will be forever DEBT-SLAVES.

It’s abstraction of real wealth concepts into the practical application of the fiat-money supply system leaves us at the mercy of the people who constantly game the system to increase profit for themselves and their sponsors.

Meanwhile the State of Western Australia has announced that it is shutting down 150 remote Aboriginal Communities (mainly in the Kimberley Region where the Korporations want to go Fracking EVERYWHERE for the benefit of humanity themselves) because the Commonwealth government is cost shifting to the States. This will mean internally displaced refugees created by our own government in our own country.

I find it all rather shameful, hypocritical, and mean spirited of the Australian Government (State and Federal) and corporations.



If you have managed to read all the way through to here and not found it all too boring then I hope you have a happy day. If, on the other hand, you have found this blog to be inferior in some way then let that be it’s own punishment!

Sometimes you can only find happiness in the little things as the big things are being fucked up the ass by the corporations out at Bohemian Grove.

Who’s Your Uncle-Daddy, Now?


I’ve got a lot on tomorrow and for the rest of the week so this will be the end of my flurry of activity on this site for a while. However, I will be back with more when time permits me. 

So for now I have to find something which I want to write about to go with my latest offering to you, my valued readers, as I’m not a great fan of the visuals alone. I mean, art can stand alone and be marveled at. But with my work it’s probably a stretch to even call it art. Would stand alone, in the dark, without any help, though!  

Now, everyone wants an Uncle Daddy. They just don’t know it yet!



At this juncture it must be pointed out that all resemblance to people living or dead has been done to incriminate the innocent, acquit the jury, and jail the judge. The accused? He gets given a full ‘Brazilian’ by the defense lawyers mother-in-law. She’s been waiting for a while….

Things are still tough out there but if you can have an occasional laugh through it all then I think you may just have a better chance at success rather than failure. Well,…probably not. In fact, let’s not be overly diplomatic, and just say that the Ukrainians are staging a coup in your back-yard and you’re the Russian Separatists who just shot down one of Kiev’s military planes, killing all on board. As you can see that in this dysfunctional alternate reality, you have no chance. No chance at all.

You can try and stay defensive;


But, as you can see, that gets pretty expensive. Mind you, can you see any Ukrainians? No. Good. Must be on the other side. Looking for the non-existent door-way I mentioned to them as I directed their gaze to some Ukrainian pond weed that I had gathered on my last expedition to the upper reaches of the Ukrainian Septic Slump Lands. (That was a trip that will always remain a twisted memory of missed flights, lost baggage, drunken fights with baggage staff, jail, far too many drugs, and a frontal lobotomy that was done by way of a local with a bottle of Gin and a big stick!)

Anyway, the pond weed drew them away long enough for me to get the wall up and then pretend someone else had done it while I wasn’t looking. A perfect plan as it has turned out as no one from this side can see any Ukrainians at all. Doesn’t mean they’re not there. Just means we can’t see them…..Hope they don’t decide to drive round the front. Because if they do I’ll have no choice but to release my hairy weapon;


“Watch out, you Ukrainians! Or I’ll have at ya!

As is usual everything on here is copyrighted to myself but you can use if you attribute back to this blog. Have a coup -free day!

Horserotovator signing off.

Live sheep, cattle, politicians and their cruelty.


Good for those animal rights activists who harnessed themselves, by thumb locking, onto the trucks bringing the live animals into Fremantle Port.

Good on them for getting onto one of the ships of death and being solid with animals that will be disgorged into a terrifying future of torture and death somewhere in the Middle East.

I applaud their actions under the trucks as they were entering the Port. It takes guts,  principle, and commitment to do that when they are regularly assaulted and threatened with death by the authorities that protect this vile and evil trade. What sort of principle drives the cocky or trucker that raise and then transport these animals in the first place? It would seem that to cause the sickening and disgusting problem of the live animal trade is easy when you are developed from birth with a moral/ethical compass that only has money as its lode stone.

Suffering and death is met with callous disregard by these people. Just listen to the spokespeople employed to spin for the companies and people involved. Compassion seems to be a meaningless concept when considering the animals welfare when set against the notion of easy money. They can pretend to exclude themselves from the barbarous end that these animals have to endure.

I have seen the reports that the culling has restarted in Pakistan for the thousands of sheep that have become unacceptable for reasons of political and personal hatred of this country.

Australia’s politicians lie to us that their are other reasons for this travesty of an inspection and rejection regime but their words are empty of meaning or integrity as they try to justify acts of wanton cruelty. Why don’t they just admit that they are cruel, nasty perverted people who get off on watching other creatures suffer while they die.

You may think that I am going too far in my condemnation of the people responsible for this trade. Indeed, I find that these words are shocking to me as well. But it is the logical outcome that as the viciousness of this crime against the animal kingdom becomes abundantly clear then the language used to describe it will reflect that viciousness.

How many people out there can listen to the sounds of lowering animals as they are transported to the abattoir, do nothing, and not be affected to the point of suffering the loss of their connection to humanity?

I can’t. I have been around when the truck that takes unwanted horses off to become pet food, and whatever else can be rendered from their bones, and I sent them away without the horses. That night I sent them away but they came back on another night I wasn’t there. I knew they were coming again and I knew that they would eventually get what they wanted, even from me. So I packed what little I had and left the countryside realising we are a doomed race. Doomed because we are killers born with the power of intellect to merchandise slaughter. We have made it another wholesale product with a meaning and consequence that is couched in language that sanitises killing by referring to it as a mechanical process.

I feel the pain of our dilemmas and I absorb the guilt for feeding my own pets on the meat drawn from these animal husbandry practices. I realise that we cannot escape the harsh realities that surround our food production chains but I will never condone the live animal trade to overseas. If we cannot kill them here (where the people I have described above can attach themselves to those cattle trucks and speak up for these creatures with such ferocity that we feel the power of their resistance to the cruelty) then we cannot be allowed to outsource the killing elsewhere where that resistance cannot be felt.

For that I humbly tip my hat to those activists who risk their lives to draw attention to the disgusting practices that rich Australians carry out in order to remain rolling in the filthy lucre that stains their souls and twists their minds into believing that what they do carries no consequence beyond there bankster account.

Horserotovator, Saturday, October 20th 2012

Solid with the brothers and sisters down the Pit with Spade in hand.


Perth is wet and overcast today which makes me feel depressed. So let me tell you about how depressing it is to live in this city if you are not rich.

The mining investment boom is having no real positive effects on the local economy. Sure, the states balance sheet looks nice and healthy from all the royalty payments from the mining companies but the money is not ‘trickling down’ to the local economy. Businesses are closing or down-sizing. People are saving and paying down debt. Not spending into the economy. Electricity has almost doubled in cost over the past 18 months, followed not so far behind by a host of other government taxes and charges. But government services are, for all this, still hopelessly under-funded and understaffed while millions are spent coddling the mining sector with government infrastructure and various subsidies. All building a wall of obfuscation hiding the fact that the mining industry is marginal in this country and only serves the few.

Makes you feel kind of sick to see the disparity between the rich and the poor exacerbated as government capital expenditure (that we pay for in taxes) flies to unpopulated areas as dictated by the private mining companies. Leaves a lot of people seething here but opposition to the goon squad mining and gas lobby is a contest between unlimited wealth and power and people with little or no power trying to assert their independence from them. It is not helped when the government in Western Australia is nothing more than a rubber stamp for the policies and practices of the mining and gas companies that exploit our countryside with destructive and polluting forms of mineral extraction and waste disposal.

The environmental laws are a joke here and not enforced with any effect because that would interfere with the smooth running of the dirty miners and (to a large and odoriferous degree) the Liberal/National Party when it’s in power. Not that the Labor Party has been all that much better. It comes down to the corrupting system of Party donations. To assert that such payments do not exert control over the leadership of the government by the people and/or organisations who make those extraordinary payments is ridiculous. These are payments that have no other purpose than to buy the mind and conscience of the politicians that ply their trade in Western Australia. The accident at Veranus Island was covered-up and whitewashed by our government because there was a failure of the regulator to do their job way before the explosion that knocked out a third of the states gas supply for three months at least. See how handily the mining/gas corporations work together with conniving WA governments (past and present) to keep us uninformed and thus oblivious to the damage that is being wreaked upon this state?

Probably most don’t really care. As long as most peoples pay-cheque’s keeps appearing in their bank they will find every reason under the sun not to voice a contrary opinion. Smarter not be ethical in this modern Malthusian world ruled by the need for expediency in the face of such massive and powerful corporations. That’s if you want to be rich and successful….And who doesn’t? I would aspire to such if I were not wise to the fact that for most the chance of success is a numbers game that is heavily weighted against the average punter. But no one thinks of themselves as average. No, we are all taught that we can be anything we want to be but wishing for anything other than a highly paid career/scam in this state is tantamount to suicide. Hence, everyone is crawling all over each other trying to claw their way to the top of the money tree.

There are two money trees in Western Australia. One is hidden in the upper echelons of the government and the other one is hidden in the board rooms of the banks that create the funny money to fund these massively capital intensive projects.

At the moment they are both working for the consolidation of power over our economy by stripping it of it’s minerals and then exporting the profits to destinations outside the state as indeed the country. They are consolidating their power in the cities by depressing the local economy so that small businesses are becoming desperately short of the cash-flow necessary to survive, let alone prosper.

I’m not going to change this. I’m just one person who has no delusions about change. We get plenty of change but it’s not the kind of change that makes life for the majority in this state any easier. Mr Buswell, the state governments disinformation spokesman has been in the paper today suggesting that despite the fall in iron prices (and the lay-off of over a thousand workers in one week) we should be talking up the strength of the WA economy.

I don’t see any strength in the economy, Mr Buswell. I see a state economy built by a fraud against the citizens and then manipulated by the likes of you and the vested interests that own you. I don’t see anything at all except a bunch of over-weight, over-indulged politicians lying their way through every day knowing they will never be held accountable for the deeds that they commit while in office. When the true nature of the deception by various governments of the past have finally come to light the culprits are long gone from power, with their loot and superannuation. Just as I’m sure Buswell will do after bullying and blustering through his golden reign with his buddy, Barnett.

“Breakfasts’ just the beginning!”, chortle the boys to the boys after a long night on the turps and leather dealing away the states future.

Did I mention that I expect nothing to get better? Economies speed up and slow down all the time but most is a shallow cyclic process and opportunities once given are now taken before they can be transformed into a tangible permanent asset. Don’t make a fuss, though. Lest some will loose the ear of rich friends that politicians and their clones like to kiss-up to for comfort and opportunity. Aspiration is an indulgence only granted to the people that please their masters. 

Did I bleat that we are all debt slaves who will eventually be forced by the government and corporations to give up our identities to prioritise the collective needs of said same? To be like some kind of mindless product harvested from the environment. A human resource. People should be concerned that we are thought as dirt, like the ore they dig up from the ground. Humanity to these people is just another vein to be tapped for it’s uses then dumped with all the toxins they’ve ingested on the way!

Digressing, because it’s my blog! Did I mention that one of the advantages of the National Broadband Fibre Network is to increase the capacity for us to submit to on and off-site monitoring of our physiological condition? That it could include anything from what drugs (legal or not) are in your body as to whether you are having sex or engaging in a sporting activity. Not much privacy for those who break the many laws of our country and find themselves on home detention or a mandated curfew of some kind (and the drones will be hovering over your back-garden). We already have to submit to health surveillance if you want to work in many industries and companies. This is simply a sinister and cynical move as people are, for instance, prohibited from smoking a little cannabis during their time off due to the type of deeply intrusive and offensive drug testing, (to many, perverted in nature because you have to hold your genitals out in front of a same sex person you’ve probably never seen before (in a toilet) who keeps a keen eye on them while you eject some fluid out.)  while being forced to work while infected with a virulent and contagious flu due to the use of company supplied doctors that employees have to see instead of their own G.P.’s. Yes, This is the real Western Australia. As real as all the mining entrepreneurs/magnates with their mansions and privilege.
A great state to work and die in for the glory of the rich and affluent.

Hip, Hip, Hooray!, for the rich! Blog on!

“Troy!! Leave Gina’s chair alone! And no sniffing the wind, either!”

horserotovator from Perth slum.

Report from the under.


Not to be thwarted by the lack of gainful employment on offer in the paper, Sunday I did a letterbox drop of fliers around the area I live. There’s quite a mix of old and new housing in the slab of suburbs that surround the city. The old houses have a lot of asbestos in them and are worthy of demolition rather than renovation. I ponder the lives of the people who live in them and realise that a lot of 1st world poverty is hidden away behind the overgrown gardens and ramshackle exteriors of these houses that sit between the redevelopments wedged between them. A lot of them are older people who have emptied out their banks and sold their assets, if they had any, to help set their children a head-start. The unemployed and welfare families, barely able to provide for their children, on the limited government support occupy many more of these older houses. I wonder how many of those children will be over-exposed to the asbestos fibres fraying away due to age and weathering in all their walls and ceilings of those old homes. Even the self-funded in retirement are finding it hard in these times of reduced yields on their investments and all the recent cost of living increases. It all adds up to a moribund economy and social order that is notable for the hard core of people here insulated from the travails that afflict the rest of us.

I say all this to try to give some depth to what it means to be in a place that has been the so-called recipient of 21 years of uninterrupted growth and how it translates into a patchwork of economic realities all contained within the matrix of lies and deceit put about by our government and MSM. Deceit that the investment from mining would be any more beneficial than investment in the R&D of renewable or self sustaining energy generation. Lies that the uninterrupted economic sunshine shinning down on that hard-core of financially independent within the state has and always will spill over and bathe the rest of us not so fortunate mugs.

21 years of so-called uninterrupted growth has been negated by 21 years of price inflation. For all that growth we are still saddled with massive and growing public/private debt. I have debt and plenty of it and not enough in assets to cover those debts. Not my idea of how things should be for all those so-called years of growth.

All of this settles into my mind as I reconcile myself to the low yield of enquires I can expect from these flyers. My mind moves on to considering how is it that we find ourselves so unable to provide comfortable, and sustainable lifestyles beyond the obvious, and not so, imperfections of ourselves that limit our potential as individuals. I mean, we can all point out the mistakes that others have made that have impacted on their lives but that doesn’t cover the vast majority who would rather try to co-operate rather than compete. These people all too often are left the losers in a world of manufactured scarcity brought about by the structure of our financial system that institutionalises the practice of usury.

I tend to agree with Anthony Migchels from his Real Currencies blog that the imposition of interest repayments on our debt based money supply is the most effective instrument used by the rich to thieve from the poor. The figures he uses seem to back up this assertion and my own experience does tend to confirm this hypothesis that compounding interest repayments on debt are a draconian imposition on those least able to pay. A wealth redistribution from the poor to the rich that is a self sustaining engine of misery for those caught in it’s web of contractual obligations.

I live on the edge of insolvency for most of the time but the up-side is that it can and does all change with just a phone call or two. For reasons that are deeply encoded into my psyche I prefer to put up with this uncertainty in life than submit to working for someone who I will always consider as an unnecessary cut from the money I could potentially earn from my skill set. Most managers I’ve had dealings with have disappointed me as they tend to intimidate and exploit the people that work for them. The bad managers I have known tend to get their positions because they’re networking time servers primarily driven by naked ambition rather than a commitment to achieving the goals of the company and the welfare of it’s staff under their control and supervision.

Speaking more broadly, bad and counter-productive managers and their practices are just a symptom of the larger malaise that afflicts our contemporary world as the unproductive but predatory by nature try to find positions of power over others to relieve their lives of drudgery. That the system we now suffer under is conducive to the power plays of these individuals makes our plight all the more precipitous.

You know, I was a great believer in a deregulated market-place until I moved from being an employee to self employed. The dog eat dog attitude that exists as a fundamental aspect of small/micro business in the present economic system gives a pretty frightening prospect for survival for those not connected to established power and wealth. The boom/bust cycles of our present economic system, (that are made possible by the globalised fragmentation of production that is manipulated by the financial oligarchs that suggested this system of global interdependence in the first place) make it impossible to give our societies a steady state to grow and thrive in. It is always a rush to the top before the music stops where position is more important than purpose.

However, it has become apparent to me, that we, as a civilised society, could actually make even this half baked monetary system effective for the purposes of the exchange of goods and services if it weren’t for the fact that any system of exchange, because of it size and complexity, is always being manipulated by the unscrupulous. This, I believe, never changes no matter what system of exchange we use. The moment we need abstraction because of it’s complexity it becomes open to interpretation/prediction and therefore manipulation. Abstraction be-gets a state of uncertainty which enables others to project their own agenda into the exchange of information. I think it fair to say information is always the fundamental component of every transaction no matter how small or seemingly irrelevant. Information, because of it’s logical structure, can be corrupted through any kind of mediated (more than two parties involved) transfer of that information when that 3rd party can filter/alter the data undetected.

This doesn’t mean that I’m now for onerous regulation by government or anyone else as I have seen how flawed that approach is as well. We need to go somewhere else.

On the micro level our monetary transactions look fairly simple and transparent but when we realise that we are only processing part of the information contained within that seemingly transparent exchange, (ie. that our money is debt based and is owed to it’s issuing bank. So is not in actuality ours to keep given the sweep of overall money supply creation and destruction controlled by the banks through the setting of interest rates and other charges) what once seemed straight forward now reveals a depth and complexity that affects the value of the money in your possession without your having to do anything except hold it.

A major problem, I see, is we need change alright and it must concern the way the private banking system create money/credit as compound interest bearing loans to us, governments and all. But we need to have consensus on that change so that everyone can live with it. I can’t see that happening from a solution imposed from the top down. Too many opportunities for the criminally minded. Because of this I’m warming to the idea that regional currencies based on mutual credit may be the way out of the stagflation that I fear will be gripping the entire planet soon.

horserotovator. 19th September 2012.