The Hubris of Hate.

I studied propaganda at university during my anthropology degree.

I was fascinated by it.  Look at the TV in the last few days (or decades for that matter)…you’ll see it.  EVERYWHERE.

You want to know how to recognise it? That’s easy.  It’s primary purpose is fear and hate.

It’s screamed from the mouths of politicians who can’t make a logical argument and who rely on:

  • Repeating the same emotive but essentially meaningless slogans – no matter how disproved or inaccurate.
  • Blatantly lying or lying by omission around key issues.  There is no change of mind here with new information, just new lies to counter old ones.
  • Screeching with faces like baboons to incite our most primal fears.
  • Cherry picking facts out of legitimate arguments and distorting them out of all context.
  • The mass hysteria they create about things very unlikely to ever happen or things that have never even happened.
  • Manipulating the media – in Australia the influence of Murdoch press is exactly as it was in Hitler’s Germany
  • Ignoring issues of real concern and concentrating on issues that fuel wars and the industry of war – weapons, machines and money in their own pockets at the expense of whole generations

As the bombs drop upon the people of Syria again, I feel like the word is swamped in the propaganda of WWII once more.

The impact is a humanitarian crisis, which in my humble opinion, is bigger than the world has seen in human history.

If you are still here, in the moment where you can recognise hatred and call it out – good for you.  I applaud you.  I’m still here, despite it all.  I’ll still call it out. 

So I wrote this poem today:

When we will stop glorifying the political wars of angry men?

When your home is bombed and children dead, maybe then?

It seems that if history has anything to say this won’t be the case, 

Hate feeds hate, allofthemkilling more than those who idolise it’s angry waste, 

The dogs of war are personified in their televised angry faces,

Hatred makes no distinction between culture, creed or “races”.

Rotting your brain, tapping into a source of the most primal hate, 

Turn off the TV, rally and lobby peacefully before it’s much too late; 

Take away the power of their vitriol and focus on your community.

Volunteer, protest and find ways to give the affected hope and dignity.

I’m not the greatest of poets.

But today I had to write something.


Hypnotism, Hospitals and Healing.

Been an interesting week to say the least!

My comedy business, Gin and Titters (named after my need for a gin and tonic before I make people laugh) – hosted a visiting Comedy Hypnotist Dave Upfold.  You can check him out at Not 1 But 2

simple centre to the top 1We’ve worked hard with promotion but unfortunately we’re not able to attract the crowd we wanted.  Despite this the show was great and people thoroughly enjoyed themselves! It was interesting watching people I know volunteer on stage and as usual – us Theatre Sports folks were some of the most entertaining! Check out the fabulous dancing here from my fellow Alice Springs Theatre Sports buff!

Alice Springs is a small transient population of 24 000. During the Easter long weekend even less and people tend to celebrate with family more than go out.  We had to compete with a large scale music festival.  In the end we got one good night out of the three planned.

The other complication was my health.  As you know (and if you read The Girl who Cried Blood Pressure ) I have very difficult to control blood pressure.  It’s know as secondary hypertension, because it is not caused by a heart problem, but by a more systemic issue.  In my case, it’s linked to the massive trauma of Neurological Decompression Illness (see my LinkedIn article about being a “bends” survivor).

So this week it reared it’s head again.  Now, stress? Yep.  But normally that is not a problem – if my medications are working.  But they haven’t worked for about 18 months and I’ve been struggling to convince the medical profession of that fact.

They see me living life to the full and figure – can’t be that bad.  But, on the flipside of that, I am a stoic pain the ass, so they would naturally assume that.

So here we are, a comedy hypnotist, a sound effects guru and a bedraggled me (at least it feels that way for me at the moment)!  Onwards and upwards!

Anyway, a day in hospital and a change in medication and we are back on the road…literally…for the end of the week in Tennant Creek, Katherine and Darwin.

That’s another 600 km drive to Tennant Creek, then another 680km to Katherine and then another 300km or so to Darwin!