What rattles our cage?
In a nation whose psyche amounts to no more than a parochial football club there exists a tendency to exclaim too loudly “our national spirit” or “the essence of this country” and to rely too heavily on icons that seeded our identity.
Take, for example, one tin pot legend of delicate folk lore, the urban myths and near nauseous self-reference to historic Bondi, a beachside stamping ground for Old Sydney Town, and before that the dispossessed rightful owners.
Don’t misunderstand. I love Bondi and the lifestyle it evokes, but that is a bygone era. Bondi, like most of Australia, is now an over-developed, noisy commercial rathole. All the delightful precincts of Australia’s childhood have become, I rue, a shortlist of miserable shoutboxes dominated by some very small intellects indeed.
Fifty years ago six million Australians – with a unique and endearing social culture – enjoyed one of the wealthiest and most enviable lifestyles on Earth. That tiny society built all the iconic infrastructure representing Australia today.
What happened? Aggrandizing politicos, in their drive to increase the nation’s population (hence their personal international status), destroyed this nirvana, creating what is now a raucous ugly suburb of this giant, junk-ridden global village.
The Cigar’s Mission
To overwhelm and confuse foreign readers with strange anomalies of the great southern land, aka ‘wide brown.’ The tool employed is not powerful – like our PM – just a simple metaphor, the lovely Bondi, microcosm of this strange and confused little nation.
To gently massage the news reports emanating from a handful of self-referencing partisan news agencies, and to wheedle, wrest, winnow and wring out the oddities and paradoxes – not to mention utter nonsense – of its brash press.
To be as mischievous as necessary, that my boredom might pass quickly.
Bondi Motivation
Very little, except ire – at three hysterical evening television news services, a half-dozen half-baked radio shock-jocks (legends in their own ratings period), and perchance one or two ink-slinging outfits.
Methodology
Freely and sadly admitted, BondiCigar is characterized by deficiencies in both diligence and smarts – but that is our style and we must make do.
Comprising rants and reprocessed timely stories of this fair land, finely fiddled to my fickle facetious fancy.
A BondiCigar-sort of website is no place to get scientific – or intellectual. We’ve a “knock ‘em down, drag ‘em out” sort of attitude to reasoned argument and the science that supports it. Hence the ‘potted histories’ and loud-talking articles.
With far too much to say, and too little time to study the facts, I’ll let partisan experts do the talking.
bondicigar.com/ fastidiously employs fair-use plagiarism formed from furtive theft of mainstream media posits. Our lip-service to copyright finds keywords nocuously switched in farcical frenzy.
Also abominable appalling atrocious and awful alliteration.
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