A Pimm’s InsTead
Over the next few days, I'll be transferring the last month's blog posts over to Substack. The Squarespace blog I'm currently using costs $240 a year, and Substack, although not as pretty, is free…
Ode To Orange
Things are changing so rapidly in Magaworld these days that I’ve decided to update my Ode To Orange more frequently. Here’s the latest version…
Wall Of Silence
News that two Australian sailors were aboard the US submarine that sank an Iranian vessel pisses me off no end and raises troubling questions about Australia’s quiet involvement in a war the public was never consulted about…
Academic Subjection
An event featuring UN Special Rapporteur Francesca Albanese, scheduled for today at the University of Adelaide as part of an alternative literary festival panel on settler colonialism and the Israel/Palestine conflict, was abruptly cancelled by the university. I got angry; I wrote a letter.
They Wanted War
History dictates that we may well get dragged into this. Puppet Penny is far too experienced not to understand the timing, the optics, and the strategic consequences. She knows that peace was clearly not the objective, but was very quick off the mark with statements supporting the attacks…
Fucking Stupid
Sorry, but it’s the most appropriate title I could come up with for the post. The official explanation from the Australian government for Isaac Herzog’s visit was that he was invited by Albanese in the aftermath of the December Bondi Beach terror attack…
Mourning Liberty
When George Pell died, senior Australian politicians offered warm tributes, praised his service, and attended memorials, despite the deep pain many felt over his role in the Church’s handling of child abuse scandals…
Principaled Or Pliant
It took barely a heartbeat for All-American Albo to signal support for the attacks on Iran. No measured pause, no call for restraint, no reminder that Australia claims to stand for international law and civilian protection. Instead, there was alignment, swift, unqualified, and politically convenient…
Respect And Empathy
Despite my very vocal anti-American sentiment, I maintain that American soldiers deserve our utmost respect and empathy, not hostility or blame. When I enlisted in the IDF, I had a good idea of why I’d be fighting…
Goes Well With Chianti
Travelling through South Lebanon sometime in the mid-70s, we stopped at a corner cafe for breakfast. Our host, a very chirpy and friendly old lady, suggested we try ful medames (pronounced full), or foul medamas, or foul mudammes or 100 other variations - or just ful as we call it now.
What’s In It for Us?
It’s still early days, and no doubt the usual suspects will flood the airwaves and socials with their standard opinionated claptrap, but as hard as I try, I can’t seem to find any positives in Australia’s support for these attacks. Albo may be a cowardly little asshole, but he’s not stupid. He knows the risks but still chooses to put America and Israel first.
WHO’S NEXT?
It’s always been about regime change; about Israeli hegemony in the region. Israel has admitted so repeatedly for decades. Anyone who thinks that either Netanyahu or Trump cares about the plight of ordinary Iranians is a fucking idiot. Anyone who thinks the strike on a girls' school in Minab, killing dozens, was a mistake, hasn’t been paying attention.
ABSOLUTE CUNTS
Yes, I used that naughty word, but I did so quite intentionally and in context, referring to individuals whose actions reflect the lowest performative xenophobia and moral cowardice, prioritising political gain over the welfare of innocent Australian children. Notably, some of these arseholes are themselves parents…
A Lolly Story
Imagine there’s a little lolly shop right on the corner of your street. It’s the best place in the world! Usually, everything stays the same. A bag of lollies costs one shiny coin, and you know exactly how many you can get with your pocket money. It’s easy-peasy! But every now and then, something strange happens…
DELICIOUS HASBARA
As kids, we believed this Hasbara dogshit. It was just another story drummed into us to cement our perpetual victimhood, our lifelong sense of Jewish supremacy and our self-identifying as the ‘chosen people’. And we loved the festival for its delicious hamantash and the chance to annoy the fuck out of everyone with the grager.