Kill All Hostiles

They were flying very high above now, could see down across those venomous alleys, their psychotic yellow stains marking a violence more vivid than blood. "They're all spies," some helpful idiot piped up; while above the beat of a dark wing, tempestuous, an ASIO girl in hysterics, proving the point made in ASIO: The Enemy Within, Australia's leading domestic spy agency had one specific field of expertise: destroying careers. She was an hysterical twizzle and around her all the old hands laughed. "There's a lot worse than that out there love." They were spilling blood in those alleys, and everyone was up to no good. This was what happened when you created a world without sanctuary.

This was what happened when you ignored all the good advice, when you preyed upon the people and ignored the populations you were supposed to protect, because you had bigger games to play. The messaging was not just confused, it was downright ornery. For we could have loved you but fell by the wayside, too frightened of the flesh to rally inside it, too disturbed to see them as anything but the enemy, even though he could hear them so well, even when contact was broken and all the subterfuge leapt away, and he was walking through clear floating ponds like water lilies; strange after the torrid affairs of recent times. 

We will walk through the valley of the shadow of death; we shall hear your random voices and embrace. Not every day is message day. He could have risen up to frighten the horses; could have risen up invisible through the sea mists, could have moved from stumble to elegance in the single wave of a hand; could have conquered if he had chosen to. The slitting of throats, he was a master at it, the garrotting, that he liked too, he liked to look them in the eye as they died. These violent ancestors. The origin of the species. He could tell you one thing now: they would not survive if they ever came near him again. 

Beyond the alleys of that crumbling city, out in the fields where the dead dreams lay, across the valleys where the villagers had lived for millenia, where you could feel the nights breathing and where the contact was unbroken, the whispering had begun. Even they, in those remote locations, knew the transformation was in play. That history was on the turn. The sick psychotic yellow stain of those alleys, no good could ever come of that colouration, no heart would ever beat of kindness, no children would play in sunlight. The sick cruelty of it, as if there was a gallows in every shadow, a dankness in every living pore of that terrible place, the cruel dogs arose, subterfuge marked every step, classic game plans sank beneath the waves, and he saw in those alleys not a single living soul; so frightening their plan that everyone had fled.

We will walk through the valley of the shallows and feel no evil. They would purse their lips, emerging straight from the stonework, and all could be well if only they had planned it better. 

But this was not just another winter of discontent, this was what the afterlife looked like, a burnt out world devoid of hope, while the shallows swept through ever greater cycles, and he soared high above that otherworldly city, so many worlds destroyed, snuffling like a cadaver dog looking for signs of life, and wondered at that peculiar sight, the yellow alleys bleaching out into the fields on the outskirts of the city, everything inversed, and could only wonder, what strange spirit had stalked through this place, or simply passed this way, what wisdom could be extracted from a dead world, what had led to this terrible crisis of spirit and of place.

Not a single survivor!! He could not see a single one!!

THE BIGGER WORLD: 

https://thenewdaily.com.au/news/politics/2020/11/27/malcolm-turnbull-big-picture-interview/ 

Mr Turnbull retweeted the front page of the UK’s Financial Times on November 18, which led with UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s pledge to “mobilise” billions of dollars of government cash to support environmental projects and create “highly skilled green jobs”.

“Just another reminder that conservatism does not require climate denialism or a fear of innovation and technology,” Mr Turnbull observed.

The implication was obvious.

Action on climate change has become politicised. What should have been an issue of science and economics has become an issue of Left versus Right – to the detriment of us all.

Mr Turnbull made the same point during a heated exchange with The Australian’s editor-at-large, Paul Kelly, during a recent episode of Q&A on the ABC.

He repeated it in his interview with The New Daily.

“This issue that is quintessentially something about physics has been turned into an issue of identity or belief and that is seriously crazy,” Mr Turnbull said.

TURNBULL AND PAUL KELLY GO AT IT. GREAT STOUSH: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e23Q9-YUtNQ&feature=emb_title