| Australia's Journal of Political Character Assassination | Melbourne, Australia |
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| Editor: Harold Hark | Volume 4 Number 5 |
A Nation of Pinhead John Howards That Master of Followship, John Howard, had once again consulted the voice of the wilfully ignorant for directions on how to navigate the ship of state. Now, with Irving Saulwick's research in, showing that Australians are largely disengaged from the notion of Aboriginal reconciliation (Thanks, John!), he can triumphantly bury it for good. Paul Kelly (The Oz 3 Mar 00) reports, "'There is little overt prejudice directed towards Aborigines or to other minority groups on the basis of race alone,' the report says, but it concedes that 'it is too painful or too threatening' for people to see the situation from the victims' point of view." His last paragraph states, "But the most significant readout from the report is surely the imperative for national leadership to influence a confused and ignorant public opinion." But that leadership will not come from John Howard. Howard acts like a parent who, having never learned from his own experience (and is thus uncertain as to what is right or wrong), opts instead to look for guidance for the care and well being of his children from his children. They, of course, will always convince him that a bag of lollies are superior to the proverbial well-balanced diet. John Howard's famous belief that he mirrors community sentiment is untrue. He is following it. He is allowing a shallow, uncomprehending xenophobia to raise its ignorant head to stifle centuries of humanity's hard won right to increase its intelligence. He is reducing us to the level of childishness where the concepts of right and wrong, good and bad are still ahead. His own emotional development must have been arrested at a very young age. This triumph of followship is the first step towards the kind of society that produced and eventually elected Adolph Hitler; a society which reverted to base mindlessness without responsibility for one's self or for others; a society like a six-year-old with a gun. Bronwyn Bishop: I Didn't Do It! Bronwyn Bishop may have got a proxy kiss from Russell Crowe, but that doesn't mean he likes her. Daughter Angela, poor girl, relayed the kiss. Her career as a hyperhip media personality will always be tainted by her hyperhaired mum. "She's done well considering…" And what has Bronnie got herself into now? A hot tub of kerosene by the looks of it. "Minister blames her staff," said Wayne Adams' headline in The Weekend Australian (26-27 Feb 00). (And don't forget the Labor Party.) But isn't that what all those Larval Party honchos do? Peter Reith even had a manual commissioned on how to get what you want from your staff, including false tantrums, using every devious and deceitful trick known to Larvals. The compiler of this manual, a certain Dr Peter Shergold (who talks like Professor Frink of Simpson's fame--you know, the thin, sweaty inventor with the coke bottle glasses) was on the ABC doing his best to calm the astounded reporter by saying the manual was nothing more than a shopping list of tactics. "It was never actually meant to be used!" he nearly shrieked. "Never, ever!" Well, let's hope so, because if the tips were ever acted out, the Minister would have to outdo a Bette Davis to pull it off. But back to Bronwyn. It seems complaints about elderly patients being immersed in last century's policies…oops, I mean baths to cure scabies, were never brought to her attention. Her staff, instead of referring the complaints to the Aged Care Standards and Accreditation Agency, went to the provider, Riverside nursing home, and said, "fix it." Riverside said, "Yeah, ok, we'll hire a consultant." Right, Riverside, a consultant. Along with managers and shareholders, consultants are about as helpful as dogs that bark all night. So, did Bronwyn's staff bypass her because they thought she would make a hash of it, or did they know she would just let it slide? Why is it none of these ministers ever know what is going on? Or, conversely, why do they always hire incompetent staff? What is going on and who is to blame? Meanwhile Australia's descent into the golden era of John Howard's beloved 19th Century continues unimpeded on all fronts. Another Life Sacrificed to the Pokies Last week a 19-month-old toddler was left in the car while his mother allegedly played the pokies for the next two hours. By the time the little boy was rescued, the 35 degree heat had rendered him unconscious. He died a few days later from massive brain and organ failure. This article does not wish to dwell on the tragedy itself; we've all dealt with it in those seemingly eternal moments between heartbeats. Most people harbour one or two addictions, but playing the pokies would have to be among the lowest, stupidest, most mindless of them all. Gambling is a pretty embarrassing way to lose money, but, like prostitution, it is here to stay. At least there is a minimal attempt at social activity with the more traditional forms of gaming; roulette, blackjack and the like offer glitter for those whose lives are based on the rarefied and phoney world of cocktails and Wayne Newton. Lotteries are the way many keep the hope alive that one day the bills won't matter. Horse Racing gives us a way to chart the form of thoroughbreds, though the beauty of the race too often equates with empty pockets. Even two-up has its social benefits: we draw part of our being Australian from it. But the pokies… Playing the pokes is a solitary, brain-dead pursuit, no longer even requiring the expended muscular energy of pulling the lever, as happened with the old one-arm bandits. Instead the "player" sits, numb and unaware (and the toddler's death shows just how unaware) of literally anything else. The player doesn't even have to dress up, (though the stereotype seems to be the brittle, chain-smoking, vodka/gin drinking woman in her late fifties) to enter any of the burgeoning "Vegas at the (fill in the name of your local mall)" suburban venues. What a windfall for the jocular casino and pokies barons. The ultimate contempt for the poverty stricken while providing them with an "entertaining" way to lose their money: the eye-skewing jumble of fruits and symbols gradually shutting down their brains. And State governments are cashing in. The Bracks Government in Victoria can claim it was Jeff Kennett's fault that pokies have proliferated like plague rats, and it was, but that is no reason to allow the status quo to continue. Ken Davidson says, "A government concerned to protect the interests of its citizens, rather than the profits of the [Tabcorp/Tattersalls] duopoly, would do three things immediately: scrap the Casino and Gaming Authority; set up a gaming licences reduction board -- just as Victoria once had -- to cut back on excessive hotel licences; and force the duopoly to spread the reduced number of machines more evenly throughout the state." But the government is more concerned about revenue. And what a black revenue it is. In the end no profits should be taken from the pockets of the vulnerable, for that is just what pokie players are (or heroin addicts or alcoholics). They are people who cannot look after their own best interests or those of their loved ones. If the local hotel cannot survive without pokies, then they would have gone under anyway. Or come up with more civilised ways to stay afloat. Pokies are not necessary to remain a viable business. Creativity is. Bring back the bands or find another way to make money and let's get rid of these cancerous, soul-murdering machines. Tax Concessions for Corporate Mass Murder The Australian Medical Association has obtained documents under FoI, which show that Philip Morris is getting $500,000 in tax concessions from the Federal Government for research and development. Sounds great if you are a corporation devising new technologies to speed up the manufacture of cigarettes to 5000 a minute in order to reach a greater population to replace the 18,000 your product kills annually. Senator Nick "he's no munchkin" Riviera, the federal Industry Minister, says that Philip Morris is a "company that is legally set up in Australia, producing legal products and paying enormous sums of money in tax and therefore they are entitled, like any other company or any other industry, to seek whatever tax concessions are legally available." Dr David Brand, federal president of the AMA, says, "What a joke. Can you imagine a nuclear power station that killed 18,000 people a year being allowed to stay open? Can you imagine the public outrage over that? It would be shut down in five seconds." Cigarettes and gambling: Government revenue is more and more dependent on questionable sources for its revenue. And it appears that things will only get worse. Cigarettes, a cynical invention in the first place, with their complex brew of cancer-causing chemicals to keep them burning so you have to keep lighting more, go hand in hand with leisure pursuits like playing the pokies. Combined they are an expensive way to disengage the mind and kill the body. (Based on an article by Jason Koutsoukis, The Age 28 Feb. 00) And, say, while we're on the subject, would the government please drop taxes on HH's beloved cigars and pipe tobacco? Neither belongs in the same foul company as cigarettes. John Howard is a demanding Prime Minister. He is forcing journalists to pull from deep within themselves heretofore unknown column inches of filler to avoid the simple phrase that all of them by now must feel they should be saying: Resign, John. He is certainly making it hard on Harold Hark. How many ways can the same thing be said? HH is scratching his brain for new ways to vilify this traitor to the human spirit. He has even had to resort to the words of others, in particular this line from Bob Dylan: "You ain't worth the blood that runs through your veins." (HH went on to listen to the entire CD, a pleasure he has not had for several years.) Dylan of course was a master at down-notching scum at the top. So now John "The boy whose nuts never dropped" Howard has removed reconciliation a little further from our grasp by declaring the centenary deadline impossible to achieve. Meeting deadlines, it would seem, is another one of his inconsistencies (see Non-Core Magoo in Never Ever Land). Some are core, some are non-core. Of course there has never been anything core about John Howard concerning reconciliation. He has never for a moment believed in it. Evelyn Scott is right to say that reconciliation will not be achieved by something as arbitrary as the 31 December 2000 deadline. Indeed, it was Howard's personal deadline, not that of the Council for Aboriginal Reconciliation. It most probably would have failed, but, like all deadlines, it focussed the mind and maintained an urgency to work towards the solution. But no, once again Howard has failed the soul of a nation. You could almost hear it this time. Like the fluttery expulsion of air from a hovercraft as comes to a halt. What a massive disappointment he is! Like the republic, reconciliation might as well be left on the backburner until this twit and his party are removed from office. Come on Kim Beazley, get your act together. It should be easy. The drover's dog will never have had such a smooth run home. Kimmy? Look at Me, Kimmy, Look at Me Now! With an almost moon-induced regularity, the media gets stuck into Kim Beazley. One by one, the rounds are made as each commentator sharpens his knife. And while they are taking turns questioning his "ticker" or his grasp of the rubble of policy he will inherit from John Howard, there in the background is the PM, hopping up and down like a miniature version of Yosemite Sam and blurting like a spoilt brat. But maybe they've got a point this time. Then again, this is not an era for fearless political leadership. If Beazley wants to roll back the GST and save the States he is going to have to increase income tax. He might be surprised at how many people would not jump off the nearest bridge at the suggestion. Especially if they clearly understood that the increase would help their children at uni, would start bringing their public health system back up to third world standards, and keep Medicare's spindly legs intact. Yeah, well maybe. Who knows any more? There can't be more than a handful of politicians in this country for whom service to the community is a priority. Kim Beazley's greatest fault is that, while he knows what must be done, neither he nor his party can state it clearly for fear of offending an electorate that would probably agree! He is not so much a potential leader of the people as the current leader of The Labor Party, with its own inward looking, venal agenda, not dissimilar to the Liberals. Sickening stuff. 60 percent of Australians don't want the GST and by 1 July it will likely be 80 per cent. Yet Beazley is expected to come up with precise plans on the extent of his GST rollback 18 months before an election, whereas Little Johnny gave us not one iota of information about his tax policy until two weeks before the last bloody election. I am no doubt wrong when I say that the Liberal Party has never gotten such hyenic treatment in opposition. Perhaps I just wasn't paying attention. Then again, with all the newspapers owned by Murdoch or Packer, neither of whom have ever been known to champion the wretched of Earth, maybe I'm right. In the Australia we are standing in today, it is no longer hard to believe that people can go to jail in the Northern Territory for stealing biscuits, while Jeff Kennett can get off scot-free for putting $1939 in wine purchases on his State Government Credit Card without reimbursement. His reason? He was hosting a German banker on holiday! What have we done to deserve to be taken to the cleaners by such out of touch scum at the top? In his Insight column (The Sunday Age 20 Feb 00), Mark Forbes says that Kennett is also alleged to have made separate personal purchases worth $1582, with no evidence of reimbursement. Evidence? All "documents have been lost or destroyed", the police report states. So that (in part) is what the Kennett Government was so busy shredding very soon after it became clear they had lost the election. Too bad that among them there isn't one person with enough integrity to come forth and blow the whistle. In addition to the Premier, the police investigation has nailed his personal secretary, Peggy Hailstone (the Perdita Durango of state politics?), for more of the same thing. The major fraud group said, "It is alleged that on some 52 occasions [Hailstone] has used her SGCC to pay for personal purchase to the total value of $6625. It is alleged that Hailstone has reimbursed $1777 of the total amount." Here are some more quotes from Forbes's column, with HH's comments. "The major fraud group inquiry recommended against charging the pair because supervision of the card use was so poor they may have believed personal use was allowed, although it contravened government guidelines." Who instructed the fraud group to make this fraudulent recommendation? After all the Kennett years of corruption, this body must have been made up of his personal paid-offs. "Because of Hailstone's and Kennett's high positions within Cabinet there was no person senior enough to enforce the no-personal-purchase guidelines." No-o-obody sits on the Dictator's shoulders. "Mr Kennett and Ms Hailstone had not returned card-use agreement forms they were given to sign, police said. The forms stated that any personal use of the cards was a criminal offence." It's so easy to imagine Jeffrey casting them aside with his consummate sneer of contempt. And it appears this attitude rubbed off on his secretary, who inspired fear in older and more experienced public servants. "'Hailstone was very difficult to deal with because of her position as Jeff Kennett's personal secretary,' police noted.' It 'appears that she thought she ruled the state and did whatever she wanted.' Kennett's staff told The Age that 'she was officious, adopted a bit of Jeff's personality, bossing people, including ministers. Public servants told police they were not able to question Ms Hailstone's purchases, or enforce the regulations forbidding personal use of Government cards.'" Pretty blatant stuff. Of course the capitalist system (and we're not advocating any other) is founded on such corruption. It may not be in guidelines from on high, but we are all encouraged to cheat, to get at least a little of something for nothing. If the checkout chick-or-chuck gives you a tenner when it was meant to be a fiver, it is not automatic that you will note the error. At income tax time, we hire consultants to find those built-in loopholes, or slave at the kitchen table ourselves. Capitalism is in effect the opposite of Christianity. It is the triumph of venality over scruples. Yet when an Aboriginal boy steals a few dollars worth of nothing much at all, he is given a year in the slammer. In the recesses of their sludgy hearts, capitalists would love to erase the poverty stricken, the irritant class. Thus it is not surprising that the fraud squad decided not to lay charges against high fliers Jeff Kennett and his moll, Peggy Hailstone, for very real instances of fraud. Jeff and Peggy could as easily used bad weather as an excuse for their misdeeds and gotten away with it. Get Your Gen-yoo-ine Henry Bolte Incense Burners Here! Remember Jeff Kennett's loving shrine to the Hanging Premier, Henry Bolte, the one he kept in his office at Treasury Place? It meant a lot to Jeff, but the rest of us were laughing at him. A half empty bottle of Corio whisky, a packet of Turf ciggies, with a half smoked butt in an ashtray, and a couple of other items were placed in loving memory below the Paul Fitzgerald portrait of the former Premier who is represented in our time by a couple of goal posts supporting an ugly bridge. It turns out that Jeff not only boxed the curios but the painting as well. Missing since the election, the painting, which is owned by the National Gallery of Victoria, has turned up at Jeff's home in Surrey Hills. Coming on the heels of his much publicised 60 Minutes debut as a man outraged by the "theft" of the Parthenon Marbles by Lord Elgin in 1801, Jeff's "very inadvertent" appropriation of the Bolte Portrait is almost too good to be true. In his defence, Kennett said he had a "very, very vivid memory" of a woman offering him the painting. "She said, 'We don't need this any more. We'd like you to have this,'" said Kennett. Indeed! Then where is this $50,000 "gift" recorded on the register of pecuniary interests? But of course this is the Lord Kennett who for seven years enjoyed the status of a man above suspicion. Maybe the "vivid memory" was obtained by draining the rest of the Corio with his former personal secretary, Perdita Durango (see The Bonnie & Clyde of Plastic). Anyway, the painting is back on display at the Gallery. If you're interested. Dumb-'em-Down Johnny Strikes Again! Remember the "clever" country? Bob Hawke had good intentions, even if Infamous Dawkins came along later to blow it out of the water. John Howard, on the other hand, has ordered the lake of cleverness to be pumped dry. In the latest regurgitation of a rapidly draining intelligence, His government has ordered funding for an Australian Institute of IT&T Skills to be reduced by 95 per cent. Ian Grayson's editorial in The Australian IT (29 Feb 00) points out that the institute was meant to "overcome the nation's crippling shortage of qualified professionals" in the field of Information Technology. He cited the success of the Australian Institute of Sport in training young athletes, but lamented the government's inability to think beyond the joys of power walking. "Our politicians just don't seem to get it," Grayson says. Indeed. No world class facility to produce high-quality skilled personnel for the future is about to interfere with this backward looking government, no sirree. You can't build a white picket fence with bandwidth, now can you? And if the government was thinking of importing professionals from overseas, Grayson says they can forget it. Europe and the US are facing the same problem. It's bad enough that the people lag behind new developments, but when a government wilfully does so, it is a national disgrace. John Howard has made dishonouring his nation an art form. Michael Moore: The Awful Truth Means No Bullshit Allowed Bor-r-r-ring. Yes, the OzLib wowsers are at it again. This time Tasmanian Lib MP Matt Smith has complained about the latest SBS screening of US satirist Michael Moore's "The Awful Truth." Of course Smith hadn't seen the program, but claims to have received an unspecified number of complaints against the show's three minute satire entitled "Teen Sniper School," in which the National Rifle Association produces a "documentary" to help the young shooters of UmErUhca to become better shots in the schoolyard and on the streets of their towns and cities. If you listen to the spokesmen (rarely women) for the pro gun lobby, including their number one swoon goon, the senile fuckwit Charlton Heston, this "doco" is only a few steps removed from reality. While it was as harsh as satire ever gets, it was still satire, a form of communication that inevitably flies over the head of born-yesterday conservatives. Tragically, its Australian screening was concurrent with the grade one shooting in Michigan, ironically Michael Moore's home state. Moore, along with the writers of Melbourne's "BackBerner," seems genuinely concerned with the degradation of culture. The seriousness of their topics often mutes the laughter. In fact Moore sent an e-mail to the SBS the following day, deploring the gun culture in the US, a culture his show had aimed at with deadly accuracy. It is safe to say that the program and the shooting were entirely unrelated. The little killer's family do not sound like Michael Moore fans. In all likelihood they were glued to the same neuron-burning trash that absorbs the attention of conservatives represented by the Tasmanian MP. In the meantime, Smith has made formal complaints to the SBS, the ABA, and that beacon of white picket darkness, Richard Alston. (Based on an article by Michelle Gilchrist, The Oz 3 Mar 00.) Packer's Nine Network Sues God For Rights to Televise Second Coming Kerry Packer's Nine Network has been a busy litigant/thief lately. First they tried to stop the ABC from showing the Sydney Harbour fireworks on Y2K eve, acting as if they owned the bridge, the people on it, the sky above it and the water below it. They have been accused of ripping off lengthy segments from New Zealand's TV3, and the ABC's World At Noon reportedly withholds exclusive stories, fearing they will appear on Nine's 6pm news unattributed. That's the thief part. On the litigial side, Channel 9 is currently suing Ten's "The Panel" for pilfering and satirising bits from their soapies, Days of Our Lives, Australia's Most Wanted and the very sudsy A current Affair. If successful, Packer's Nine Network will effectively bring the curtain part way down on free speech. Gone will be the visuals, with the verbals not far behind. Can it be that the media tyrant wants to turn us into one of those erstwhile Soviet Bloc countries where all dissent is presented in code? Not likely. He just wants his investment protected, even if the investment is in brain dead programming. Errol Simper has this to say: "Nine is nasty and you should turn it off. Nine is a bully. It can't take a bit of fun. It has no sense of humour. No class. No grace. It's the bludgeoning bully at the back of the class." HH took a three month survey of his family's television viewing habits last year and found that the nation's number one TV channel, Nine Network, was the only channel his family never watched. And that was not from having taken a position against Nine. It was simply because their programming is rubbish. At least Seven can claim footy and the occasional Duckman, while Ten won the commercial sweepstakes for Good News Week, Seinfeld and The Simpsons. As for The Panel, HH found the idea brilliant but the panel members superficial bores. The Policy Swings and Roundabouts of Mr Non-Core Never-Ever Had a Clue Magoo One day John Winston Magoo warns "Kofi Annan against intervening in Australia's Internal affairs, with a chest-thumping no one-tells-us-what-to-do ultimatum," then, when Annan "chose not to raise the issue of mandatory sentencing in their meeting, he portrayed it as evidence that there was no international problem with the draconian laws of the Western Australian and Northern Territory governments." (Michael Gordon, The Age, 25 Feb 00) That's our John Howard for you. The Right Hand has no idea what the Far Right Hand is doing. This worrying ability to make such incompatible, if not downright fragmented, statements is further delineated by Terry Lane in his "Perspectives" column in The Sunday Age of 27 Feb. When the UN's International Narcotics Control Board says we had better not set up injecting rooms for heroin addicts, Little Johnny says they are absolutely right. When the UN says our mandatory sentencing laws are unjust, Little Johnny says they should keep their nose out of our business. When Indonesia slaughters East Timorese, it is right and just, says Little Johnny, for the UN to sort it out. When the World Trade Organisation tells us how to run our business, Little Johnny says we've got no choice but to go along with them. When the Northern Territory, whose sovereignty is held as sacrosanct concerning its mandatory sentencing laws, permits the practice of euthanasia to become law, Little Johnny decides the Commonwealth must intervene. Lane concludes his article thus: "Mandatory sentencing is a solution of despair to the problem of black-white relations, just as capital punishment is in the US. Can it hurt to react positively to criticism and to say to the critics: 'You are right. We are open to suggestions…. Send us wise men and women to help. We will do whatever you recommend, as long as we can afford it and it does not involve depriving other citizens of their rights.'" Can you hear John Howard saying that? Howard's ideologically driven inconsistencies mean that he is unable to control his small-minded hatefulness. He likes to think of himself and the rest of Australians as mature, but there is nothing mature about Denis Bourke or Shane Stone, about putting children in jail for minor offences. The punishment (whose exorbitant cost to taxpayers amounts to cutting off the nose to spite the face) in no way fits the crime. This law is less the result of maturity than of pre-adolescent solutions to a problem never before faced. Hence, our repeated description of the people John Howard represents as Larvals. Howard is likely the closest Australia will ever get to a having a Far Right leader. He is saved from this ignominy because of his "holding pattern" mentality and his utter lack of ticker. It takes tax adventures to raise him from the torpor that permeates his every movement and word. He would have been better suited to municipal politics, with an accounting position on a local council, for his vision extends no further. Menstrual Avengers Offend Little Lord Downer '"How very tasteless," sniffed the Foreign Affairs Minister, Mr Alexander Downer, as he and the Cabinet marched past the tampon-throwing women [in Nowra] who wore costumes proclaiming them to be the "Menstrual Avengers"'. (Tony Wright, The Age 23 Feb. 00) Wright goes on to report that the PM, in his desperate search for votes, pledged "a million dollars to support the development of a solar-powered yacht being built at the nearby town of Ulladulla." Now that news will surely gladden the hearts of shafted workers at Brayburn and Wollongong, neither group of which he would pay out so much as a bob, or even talk to. It will also gladden the hearts of the languishing solar energy industry whose windmill projects, aimed at reducing our reliance on fossil fuels, have been put off for years. But hell, this is the Larval Party on the make for votes. Surely the wretched of Earth can see that building a solar powered yacht is the logical first step? Towards building more solar powered yachts, that is. Napthine Predicts Peasants Will See the Light The Member for Portland (where?), the Right Honourable Denis Napthine (who?) Victorian leader of Her Majesty's State Opposition (remember them?) has told the Melbourne Media Club that the current Bracks Government will be a one-term wonder. Yes, now that the State Liberals have turned their back on Jeff Kennett, the peasant uprising of September 1999 need not be repeated. Indeed under Napthine's (who?) leadership, Victoria's peasants (anyone beyond the small radius emanating from the Grand Toorak vortex) can be assured that the Sons and Daughters of the Born to Rule will look after them properly. Indeed, they will be consulted, listened to, taken heed of, and whatever else it takes to keep them quiet before laws are once again passed to remove those foolish rights now being restored by that Union-infested Commie loving child molesting anti-familyvalues un-Australian mob led by that wog from beyond the girt by sea. You tell 'em Denis. Even though Steve Bracks is the second most popular Premier in Australia, the peasants are sure to come flocking back. The photo was priceless. Some sixty riot police, herded together by outraged citizens, were stripped, roped together, and made to march through the streets of Tepatepec, Hidalgo in Mexico. It seems the citizens were fed up with a police force given to venal, violent and overbearing behaviour. They had been sent by the governor of Hidalgo to put down a student strike at a local college. The students, demanding financing for 200 new places to increase enrolment, had occupied the college and tossed out the director and half the staff. Armed with nightsticks and shields only, the dirty rotten coppers were no match for the villagers, who came at them with clubs, machetes and pistols. This has to be a first in the world. The rest of us cower at the sight of our high tech state-owned thugs, but not the Mexicans. This would be a great solution to the venal, (legislatively) violent and overbearing politicians in our land. After they have worked so assiduously to undermine our democracy and culture, wouldnÕt a nice stroll down the major avenues of Australia, hands on heads, be a fitting revenge. And the bet is on that they would do it rather than the alternative, jail and loss of superannuation. (Based on an article by Julian Preston, New York Times, Reuters in The Age 22 Feb. 00) |
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