Monday, June 23, 2008
Detainee 002 (for David Hicks)
Detainee 002 is back
He’s wearing this jumpsuit like a tradie
and it’s a blood orange colour
like a day-glo explosion
in the gloom of the news at six
And there’s a pixelated stumble
cos he’s tripping down the stairs of the jet
short-shackled/ wrist to ankle
Detainee 002 is back
from Guantanamo Bay
But these new chains
are like the old chains -
rewind 1788:
sailing into focus
come 11 convict hulks
casing for a place
to start rendition
He’s wearing this jumpsuit like a tradie
and it’s a blood orange colour
like a day-glo explosion
in the gloom of the news at six
And there’s a pixelated stumble
cos he’s tripping down the stairs of the jet
short-shackled/ wrist to ankle
Detainee 002 is back
from Guantanamo Bay
But these new chains
are like the old chains -
rewind 1788:
sailing into focus
come 11 convict hulks
casing for a place
to start rendition
Monday, June 09, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
For the 40th anniversary of the assassination of Senator Robert Francis "Bobby" Kennedy ... June 5 1968
The Runt
(for R.F.K.)
You were the smallest brother of the three
- the one your father called The Runt
- your teeth a tad bucked you were
small next to your broadshouldered brothers John and Ted
running your hand through your hair
a shy determined sweat in a suit and tie
at the deep south summer country town campaigning
eyes like bleached Levis slant down on the edge of the shot
We drank the truth, heard it tumble from your mouth
through opiated lies and paralysed hands,
rattlesnake poison you saw and named,
cut and sucked and spat out.
(You never hear that kind of dangerous talk now Bobby
- nowadays they bind the poison in.)
You named the slow ‘violence of institutions;
indifference and inaction and slow decay.’
Poisons ‘because their skin has different colors.’
and ‘the slow destruction of a child by hunger
This is the breaking of a man's spirit…
And this too afflicts us all.’
Meanwhile ‘Please pay to the order of/ to the order of’
Sirhan Sirhan wrote in his diary (or so they claimed).
‘My determination to eliminate R. F. K./ is becoming
more the more [sic]/ of an unshakable obsession …
‘Please pay to the order of/
to the order of’
‘…look for scapegoats… for conspiracies …
this sickness from our soul’
LA 12.15 am
5 June 1968
Having just won the California Democratic Primary
your words a banner in the wind from a fire rising
poetry for tongues stapled to silence
past John’s assassination
even King’s
a new rush of hope
then
in the food service pantry
of the Ambassador Hotel
an El Greco comes to life
falling bodies and blooming blood
Five shot yet somehow all survived
but Bobby …
In your ruddy pelt a gunpowder scatter
your jacket hole-punched
Young bellboy kneels cradles your head,
rosaries your hand …
Your pooling halo draws the flash bulbs
pop pop pop echo of gunshots but
you’re at absolute peace now Bobby
though the world
writhes around you
Who will guard us from the guardians?
And did they take Marilyn too?
And the evidence, that too?
And where did your words fly Bobby,
out of the hole of the blasted public throat?
Did they fly south for the endless winter of our bloody discontent,
this terrible quickening we face now without you?
I am ashamed and furious – where
did your words fly Bobby?
Robert F. Kennedy’s speech ‘On the Mindless Menace of Violence’ was delivered April 5, 1968, at the City Club of Cleveland, Ohio, the day after the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr, and a year and a half after his elder brother, President John F Kennedy was shot in office. Exactly two months later he himself was assassinated. Words in italics are quoted fragments of this speech.
(for R.F.K.)
You were the smallest brother of the three
- the one your father called The Runt
- your teeth a tad bucked you were
small next to your broadshouldered brothers John and Ted
running your hand through your hair
a shy determined sweat in a suit and tie
at the deep south summer country town campaigning
eyes like bleached Levis slant down on the edge of the shot
We drank the truth, heard it tumble from your mouth
through opiated lies and paralysed hands,
rattlesnake poison you saw and named,
cut and sucked and spat out.
(You never hear that kind of dangerous talk now Bobby
- nowadays they bind the poison in.)
You named the slow ‘violence of institutions;
indifference and inaction and slow decay.’
Poisons ‘because their skin has different colors.’
and ‘the slow destruction of a child by hunger
This is the breaking of a man's spirit…
And this too afflicts us all.’
Meanwhile ‘Please pay to the order of/ to the order of’
Sirhan Sirhan wrote in his diary (or so they claimed).
‘My determination to eliminate R. F. K./ is becoming
more the more [sic]/ of an unshakable obsession …
‘Please pay to the order of/
to the order of’
‘…look for scapegoats… for conspiracies …
this sickness from our soul’
LA 12.15 am
5 June 1968
Having just won the California Democratic Primary
your words a banner in the wind from a fire rising
poetry for tongues stapled to silence
past John’s assassination
even King’s
a new rush of hope
then
in the food service pantry
of the Ambassador Hotel
an El Greco comes to life
falling bodies and blooming blood
Five shot yet somehow all survived
but Bobby …
In your ruddy pelt a gunpowder scatter
your jacket hole-punched
Young bellboy kneels cradles your head,
rosaries your hand …
Your pooling halo draws the flash bulbs
pop pop pop echo of gunshots but
you’re at absolute peace now Bobby
though the world
writhes around you
Who will guard us from the guardians?
And did they take Marilyn too?
And the evidence, that too?
And where did your words fly Bobby,
out of the hole of the blasted public throat?
Did they fly south for the endless winter of our bloody discontent,
this terrible quickening we face now without you?
I am ashamed and furious – where
did your words fly Bobby?
Robert F. Kennedy’s speech ‘On the Mindless Menace of Violence’ was delivered April 5, 1968, at the City Club of Cleveland, Ohio, the day after the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr, and a year and a half after his elder brother, President John F Kennedy was shot in office. Exactly two months later he himself was assassinated. Words in italics are quoted fragments of this speech.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
corvids and astral travel
Corvids: Here's the tail of the post I put on the super blog of Scaughtfive, who lives in Seattle.
http://thelastrung.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-hundred-flowers.html
'Would like to be in Seattle tonight; a raven sitting on a wire feeling notes singing through her feet in the darkish wind.'
He replied, under my post Tibet: no threat
'Know what? There are two rather large crows that frequently sit on the telephone wires in front of our house. They groom each other and talk at me while I play guitar on the front porch, watching the rain. Maybe yer already here?'
Perhaps you're right Scaught, perhaps I am that creature in my astral travels. Certainly I believe in such things. I tried astral travel when I was a teenager and it works. When you're asleep the subconscious, so much more sure than the conscious, is very active.
And I found this:
"Today the crow is ascendant — suburbia, a kind of urban savanna with both grass and trees, has created perfect crow habitat. Ravens, who favor thick forests and cliff edges, are in decline. In Seattle alone, from 1991 to 1999 more than 200,000 acres of forest was converted into forested urban areas and lawns, prime crow habitat. As young crows from suburbia have moved into the city, Marzluff has documented new crow behavior — crows nesting on urban rooftops, including the KING-TV headquarters and The Seattle Times building, and behind the gargoyles of the University of Washington's Suzzallo Library.
In eras past, native Northwest tribes revered the raven as "creator, trickster and messenger." In the 21st century, crows inspire the names of rock bands (Black Crowes, Counting Crows), and in urban Seattle, a group of urban street people call themselves the 'Tribe of Crow.' "
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/
entertainment/2002575500_crows23.html
In Melbourne people often confuse the more common raven with the crow.
http://www.austmus.gov.au/factsheets/crows_
ravens.htm
http://thelastrung.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-hundred-flowers.html
'Would like to be in Seattle tonight; a raven sitting on a wire feeling notes singing through her feet in the darkish wind.'
He replied, under my post Tibet: no threat
'Know what? There are two rather large crows that frequently sit on the telephone wires in front of our house. They groom each other and talk at me while I play guitar on the front porch, watching the rain. Maybe yer already here?'
Perhaps you're right Scaught, perhaps I am that creature in my astral travels. Certainly I believe in such things. I tried astral travel when I was a teenager and it works. When you're asleep the subconscious, so much more sure than the conscious, is very active.
And I found this:
"Today the crow is ascendant — suburbia, a kind of urban savanna with both grass and trees, has created perfect crow habitat. Ravens, who favor thick forests and cliff edges, are in decline. In Seattle alone, from 1991 to 1999 more than 200,000 acres of forest was converted into forested urban areas and lawns, prime crow habitat. As young crows from suburbia have moved into the city, Marzluff has documented new crow behavior — crows nesting on urban rooftops, including the KING-TV headquarters and The Seattle Times building, and behind the gargoyles of the University of Washington's Suzzallo Library.
In eras past, native Northwest tribes revered the raven as "creator, trickster and messenger." In the 21st century, crows inspire the names of rock bands (Black Crowes, Counting Crows), and in urban Seattle, a group of urban street people call themselves the 'Tribe of Crow.' "
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/
entertainment/2002575500_crows23.html
In Melbourne people often confuse the more common raven with the crow.
http://www.austmus.gov.au/factsheets/crows_
ravens.htm
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
The rookie Australian Poetry Centre Festival was an ambitious joust staged over three days/ two nights of the ANZAC day weekend in autumn-struck Castlemaine. In between and around the real program, (literary events stuffed with Bob Adamson, Judith Beveridge, Ali Cobby Eckermann, Esther Ottaway, Jaya Savige, Anthony Lawrence, Lauren Williams, Ross Gillett, Barry Hill, Sam Hamill (USA), LK Holt, Laksmi Pamuntjak (Indonesia), Lorna Crozier (Canada) and many more), sub-festivals and demi-parties raged and fluttered in anarchic fashion. By late Sunday the promised hail fell with a short, sharp flourish followed by a spectacular rainbow. The program was pricey (for poetry) and packed. Debates raged over who killed and who sucked (often the same people according to different punters). Interspersed with tracelike near-dozes which served to recharge batteries, the vibometer was pulsing along happily. Verdict: four horseshoes out of five. A fine idea brought to fruition - well done APC.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Bunjil
For Docklands’ ‘Eagle’ by Bruce Armstrong,
and the Wurundjeri and Kulin’s
legendary wedgetail protector of those who will accept his guidance
Bunjil
you are the spirit
seeing all that we have
done – the bright
madness of our gleaming
shells of metal
curling towards the Dome
the MCG, Docklands
cathedrals of Australian Rules
where young warriors
dig the possum skin again
leaping for your wings Bunjil,
that marngrook game we mixed
with English rugby
way up high
you
sentinel
though you sit unmoving
over the yellow eel twists
of the Birrarung and Melbourne’s
snake backbone of trains
the wild rushes through your feathers
like an aeroplane
like a storm
and the Wurundjeri and Kulin’s
legendary wedgetail protector of those who will accept his guidance
Bunjil
you are the spirit
seeing all that we have
done – the bright
madness of our gleaming
shells of metal
curling towards the Dome
the MCG, Docklands
cathedrals of Australian Rules
where young warriors
dig the possum skin again
leaping for your wings Bunjil,
that marngrook game we mixed
with English rugby
way up high
you
sentinel
though you sit unmoving
over the yellow eel twists
of the Birrarung and Melbourne’s
snake backbone of trains
the wild rushes through your feathers
like an aeroplane
like a storm
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Nirvana
This knot of mostly really
bad, black God energy
tangled up on itself really bad
like snapping guitar strings like
frayed Chuck Berry furious dog food
at the bottom of a well
half-assed with dogs eating his stomach
half away with hydrochloric
you know
it’s a satire
a travesty
it’s built on a human being eaten alive
buried in an anthill of publicity
covered in honey
making a joke and
a glorious racket
the poetry of the straight jacket
three guys and their
glorious, glorious racket
fucking glorious racket
bad, black God energy
tangled up on itself really bad
like snapping guitar strings like
frayed Chuck Berry furious dog food
at the bottom of a well
half-assed with dogs eating his stomach
half away with hydrochloric
you know
it’s a satire
a travesty
it’s built on a human being eaten alive
buried in an anthill of publicity
covered in honey
making a joke and
a glorious racket
the poetry of the straight jacket
three guys and their
glorious, glorious racket
fucking glorious racket
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sorry no longer the hardest word
At last - an inspiring and moving recognition of the stolen generations. Kevin Rudd made me proud to be Australian again after Howard's hideous white arm-band view of history. I look forward to taking more steps with our amazing Indigenous brothers and sisters into a new and better Australia. Brendan Nelson gave an offensive and deeply inconsiderate, partially incoherent speech referring to upsetting and most extreme abuse and black 'sacrifice' for a better Australia. How insulting and inappropriate. Every day we read of white men driving their kids into dams and hiding their wives in 44 gallons drums while the mistress moves in, etcetera etcetera, but that's just as irrelevant to 'sorry' as Brendan's mean-spirited ravings were. The fact that old paperwork may be missing or inadequate and tiny children and people who spoke no English can't explain their family circumstances when children were removed via force and subterfuge, separated from siblings and all family and tribal groups, frequently abused including sexually and often forced to work for stolen wages as unpaid slaves doesn't mean no widespread racially-based injustice didn't occur. It did. Rudd said around 50,000 black kids were taken, and this affected 10 - 30% of Indigenous children. That is a form of genocide. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
JGill
ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD O HAPPY NIGHT ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PM JGILL ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD Je vous adore
My friend G who knew me when we were 15 or something in North Balwyn recently got in touch and I ended up explaining my politics. He liked it so here we go.
Hi G,
Ah well you can't keep everyone happy, but you can't complain that the
coalition hasn't had a good turn in office! I daresay if Howard had left
Work Choices out of the mix, signed the Kyoto Protocol, and perhaps
forgotten about the nuclear reactors, he might have been reelected,
although the interest rate rises didn't help his case.
For me there was also the unthinking following into Iraq, the lies on
children overboard, the long-term wrongful detention of various
Australians with language difficulties and mental illness as well as
asylum seekers, the AWB fiasco where taxpayers slush-funded Saddam, the
onerous requirements for single parents and disability pensioners who've
been treated like dole bludgers since July 1, the very late conversion
to climate change and much more. I also think that counting someone who
does one hour's work a week as employed is wrong, and that the only
reason housing rates were lower under Howard when he was treasurer and
bank rates at 21% was because they artificially capped housing rates,
and that when Keating stopped that (backed by the coalition) they had to
come higher. there was low inflation in those days too and it was much
easier to study and buy a house. We have a situation now where household
debt has completely ballooned, houses are out of reach of the average
family unless they move to woop-woop and young graduates enter the
workforce with ten of thousands of dollars of HECS debts to their name
when they're barely adults, while uni education has been sold off to
international wealthy students at the expense of Australians with less
money. I also think science and research and development has been very poor, and believe we have incredible potential as a a source of
international scientific and medical breakthrough way beyond what has
been achieved if only the government would seriously back those areas.
Howard was also always confrontational at the State/Federal level which
left us with a legacy of mismanaged water etc. His announcement a few
months back that Australia's major food growing areas were about to have
irrigation completely stopped, and attempt to tackle it with a
last-minute, mismanaged plan with little State consultation was a
botched job. It's not his fault that we have drought - except insofar as
he has presided over 11.5 years of failure to tackle extensive
deforestation, greenhouse gas build-up, unsustainable practices, lack
of tackling capping, trading or fining schemes for industrial polluters
- in fact subsidising them at the expense of renewable sciences and
businesses. So in that sense, his old world beliefs have contributed to
drought-inducing climate change. Then there was gutting the ABC until
about a year ago when government began giving a little funding back(only after putting arch conservatives such as Windshuttle in to run
it)... So I am hoping these elements, or some of them, will make some
progress under a government with a different focus. I don't think
they'll be radical though, and I doubt if any reds are hiding under the
bed!
On the plus side, the gun buyback scheme was gutsy and well done, and I
think Howard did well on East Timor - I diagree with Keating on that
one.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Zappa Plays Zappa Zaps Melbourne
Standing ovation for the ZPZ team led by Frank Zappa's eldest son Dweezil at their show at Hamer Hall in the Arts Centre last night. It was a very moving experience, knowing that Dweezil, a stunning guitarist in his own right, had chosen to spend a year studying and three months rehearsing a slice of his father's voluminous output with a fine ensemble to take on a world tour.
Quoted from the ZPZ website, DZ says: 'Prepping for the tour has been like preparing for a medieval battle where going into it your sharpest weapon is a spoon. But I'm pretty deadly with that spoon now.'
Also featuring...
Scheila Gonzalez
Saxophone, Flute, Keyboards & Vocals -
My personal favourite & all-round musical delite, exceptional versatility, funk and spunk (played with Ray Parker Jr. and Billy Preston, Sheila E.)
Aaron Arntz
Keyboards & Trumpet -
This guy is great (The Red Elvises, Telepathy Ascendant)
Pete Griffin
Bass -
Bad and funky (Hanson, Edgar Winter)
Billy Hulting
Marimba, Mallets & Percussion -
Neat (Maynard Ferguson’s High Voltage 2, Lou Rawls, Patti Labelle, Manhattan Transfer)
Jamie Kime
Guitar -
Individual, complimentary (Jewel, Michelle Branch,Malford Milligan in The Boneshakers
Joe Travers
Drums & Vocals -
The Zappa Vaultmeister since '95, a true gentleman and precision executioner) (Z [Ahmet & Dweezil Zappa], Duran Duran, Billy Idol, Lisa Loeb and Drake Bell.)
Ray White
Guitar and Vocals - (Frank Zappa, Don't Push the Clown)
A rubbery and rather extraordinary blues vocalist. Good improviser
Steve Vai
Guitar from Mars - (Frank Zappa, himself)
There was a big screen hitched overhead and the show kicked off and finished with Frank up there centre screen whipping it out with some dental floss farming in 'Montana' and socking out a monstrous solo. The whole ensemble accompanied him in an accomplished and highly-arranged style typical of his touring days. The rest of the time ZPZ did the show a la Dweezil according to the book of Frank with vocals scattered across the performers and lead sorties from DZ and Ray White.
My highlights were 'Willy the Pimp' from Hot Rats (rarely heard), a thoroughly enjoyable 'Dirty Habits', some opening songs which reminded us of Frank's R&B roots and teen background as a boy in the Mohave Desert region of California and the encore of a scintillating performance of 'Dog Meat', Dweezil's own favourite 'G-Spot Tornado' and 'Muffin Man'.
Dweezil relaxed into his solos as Frank did, treating the electric guitar as a serious compositional instrument capable of extraordinary expression and variation. His solos, like his father's, take you on an aural journey that the listener finds quite extraordinary, leaving her or him in a world a little better than the one they used to inhabit.
Despite his stated (and admirable) dedication to exactly reproducing FZ arrangements of certain Zappa/Mothers performances captured amongst enough reel to reel tape to encircle the world a few times, plus the digital catalogue (over 70 albums), Dweezil has his own very distinct style of playing. Challenging and intriguing, never flashy or shallow for the sake of a quick eargasm, Dweezil's work on the strings of his various Fenders and Gibsons, one of them apparently Frank's old SG, is absolutely seductive.
If I were to get critical at all it would be of Peaches En Regalia, a personal favourite which was a little hammered by the mass rock execution of its quirky signature, originally relatively minimalist.
A minor quibble though. It cost $10,000 (probably US)to bring this specialised gear - a HUGE set-up - to Australia, and certainly the mixed sex road crew were hard at work dismantling it after the show, en route to Adelaide, Sydney and Japan.
If you get the change to catch this show, go for it. There's a will within Zappa Inc to see it continue world touring. That would be a great service to the cause of international music.
Frank would be tickled.
Quoted from the ZPZ website, DZ says: 'Prepping for the tour has been like preparing for a medieval battle where going into it your sharpest weapon is a spoon. But I'm pretty deadly with that spoon now.'
Also featuring...
Scheila Gonzalez
Saxophone, Flute, Keyboards & Vocals -
My personal favourite & all-round musical delite, exceptional versatility, funk and spunk (played with Ray Parker Jr. and Billy Preston, Sheila E.)
Aaron Arntz
Keyboards & Trumpet -
This guy is great (The Red Elvises, Telepathy Ascendant)
Pete Griffin
Bass -
Bad and funky (Hanson, Edgar Winter)
Billy Hulting
Marimba, Mallets & Percussion -
Neat (Maynard Ferguson’s High Voltage 2, Lou Rawls, Patti Labelle, Manhattan Transfer)
Jamie Kime
Guitar -
Individual, complimentary (Jewel, Michelle Branch,Malford Milligan in The Boneshakers
Joe Travers
Drums & Vocals -
The Zappa Vaultmeister since '95, a true gentleman and precision executioner) (Z [Ahmet & Dweezil Zappa], Duran Duran, Billy Idol, Lisa Loeb and Drake Bell.)
Ray White
Guitar and Vocals - (Frank Zappa, Don't Push the Clown)
A rubbery and rather extraordinary blues vocalist. Good improviser
Steve Vai
Guitar from Mars - (Frank Zappa, himself)
There was a big screen hitched overhead and the show kicked off and finished with Frank up there centre screen whipping it out with some dental floss farming in 'Montana' and socking out a monstrous solo. The whole ensemble accompanied him in an accomplished and highly-arranged style typical of his touring days. The rest of the time ZPZ did the show a la Dweezil according to the book of Frank with vocals scattered across the performers and lead sorties from DZ and Ray White.
My highlights were 'Willy the Pimp' from Hot Rats (rarely heard), a thoroughly enjoyable 'Dirty Habits', some opening songs which reminded us of Frank's R&B roots and teen background as a boy in the Mohave Desert region of California and the encore of a scintillating performance of 'Dog Meat', Dweezil's own favourite 'G-Spot Tornado' and 'Muffin Man'.
Dweezil relaxed into his solos as Frank did, treating the electric guitar as a serious compositional instrument capable of extraordinary expression and variation. His solos, like his father's, take you on an aural journey that the listener finds quite extraordinary, leaving her or him in a world a little better than the one they used to inhabit.
Despite his stated (and admirable) dedication to exactly reproducing FZ arrangements of certain Zappa/Mothers performances captured amongst enough reel to reel tape to encircle the world a few times, plus the digital catalogue (over 70 albums), Dweezil has his own very distinct style of playing. Challenging and intriguing, never flashy or shallow for the sake of a quick eargasm, Dweezil's work on the strings of his various Fenders and Gibsons, one of them apparently Frank's old SG, is absolutely seductive.
If I were to get critical at all it would be of Peaches En Regalia, a personal favourite which was a little hammered by the mass rock execution of its quirky signature, originally relatively minimalist.
A minor quibble though. It cost $10,000 (probably US)to bring this specialised gear - a HUGE set-up - to Australia, and certainly the mixed sex road crew were hard at work dismantling it after the show, en route to Adelaide, Sydney and Japan.
If you get the change to catch this show, go for it. There's a will within Zappa Inc to see it continue world touring. That would be a great service to the cause of international music.
Frank would be tickled.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
total eclipse
oh lovely moon
red and bountiful, swollen and magical
a long night watched by teenagers chatting on a front wall
mothers round-mouthed staring
dogs entranced and slow-pawed
reluctant to come inside
a late night stay-up of a flirtatious, cloud-peeping semi-veiled and then proudly out moon
our earth sandwiched between her and her beacon, the sun
our shadow straying like a mantilla across her face
slow and teasing, taunting
the imagination moon
a sliver scimitar then sings with light
till she is gone
love to all you moonstruck moomintrolls
red and bountiful, swollen and magical
a long night watched by teenagers chatting on a front wall
mothers round-mouthed staring
dogs entranced and slow-pawed
reluctant to come inside
a late night stay-up of a flirtatious, cloud-peeping semi-veiled and then proudly out moon
our earth sandwiched between her and her beacon, the sun
our shadow straying like a mantilla across her face
slow and teasing, taunting
the imagination moon
a sliver scimitar then sings with light
till she is gone
love to all you moonstruck moomintrolls
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Hirdy to Sheedy: do you read me?
The only sane choice to replace God as coach of Essendon FC is Saint Hird. If his last spray made the team lift and win over the Demons, why not send him in to coach? None of the other guys on offer are as good as Sheeds, so why not give James a go? Knows the game inside and out, great player, an inspirational leader, excellent s