The worship of money

[canetoad]

r

"Many years ago, when I was 16 and at high school I read Frank Hardy's seminal work, 'Power Without Glory'. It opened my eyes to the corruption, cronyism, and dishonesty that permeates government at all levels from local to federal along with most establishment constructs that it deals with. If I had any embryonic affection for authority, it vanished then."

 

Yep he even had the Catholic church and Dr Mannix in his back pocket. Just had the book returned from my neighbour, he was astounded at how much corruption was going on even back then.

If you pay peanuts you get monkies who are easy to bribe.

 

Years later Brick, I lived and worked in the very area called Carringbush (Collingwood) - well, Abbotsford really. Just up from where the tram terminus used to be that John Wren walked to.

 

The shop that was his Tote, is still there in Johnston Street, so are the back lane escape routes. It sells plaster mouldings now.

 

An old drinker in the pub where I was chef was called Bocka; that was the nickname for a bowler hat - a bocka hat. He had been given that name as a kid by Archbishop Mannix who used to do motorcades round the streets so people could cheer him!

 

There are lots of hidden reminders of John Wren in the area; a plaque near the Yarra for a swimming hole he financed; an unmarked photo of him in the public bar at Collingwood FC. It wasn't politically correct at the time to honour such a crim but he gave so much money to the club that they had to recognise him.

 

 

[insomniache]

Vinno, I'm old. 

One of the oldest stoners here. Apart from Mongy of course, who is 129. Rebellion is for the young, the fit and the passionate ones.

 

Enjoy fighting the establishment while you can. Put your heart, soul and body into the quest for justice and equity for all; not just the rich, corrupt and influential. Then, when you have put everything on the line and are weary but unbroken, turn you efforts towards subverting the societal norms that the lazy and dispirited blindly accept as truth.

 

Many years ago, when I was 16 and at high school I read Frank Hardy's seminal work, 'Power Without Glory'. It opened my eyes to the corruption, cronyism, and dishonesty that permeates government at all levels from local to federal along with most establishment constructs that it deals with. If I had any embryonic affection for authority, it vanished then.

 

David Icke is not the answer. He's a nutter.

 

Nurture your passion mate, at the same time make plans and cultivate networks for the future. When things are dark, remember the great Timothy Leary and .....Think for yourself. Question authority.

 

respects,

cane

wise yes,

 

but mr ickes headlines link does give news, untainted by the mainstream media's propaganda

 

we can all pass on the lizards if we want

Edited September 26, 2013 by insomniache

[brick]

r

 

Years later Brick, I lived and worked in the very area called Carringbush (Collingwood) - well, Abbotsford really. Just up from where the tram terminus used to be that John Wren walked to.

 

The shop that was his Tote, is still there in Johnston Street, so are the back lane escape routes. It sells plaster mouldings now.

 

An old drinker in the pub where I was chef was called Bocka; that was the nickname for a bowler hat - a bocka hat. He had been given that name as a kid by Archbishop Mannix who used to do motorcades round the streets so people could cheer him!

 

There are lots of hidden reminders of John Wren in the area; a plaque near the Yarra for a swimming hole he financed; an unmarked photo of him in the public bar at Collingwood FC. It wasn't politically correct at the time to honour such a crim but he gave so much money to the club that they had to recognise him.

My uncle had a mate nicknamed bocka, I would say not the same bloke but now I know where it came from. I used to buy my shoes from the bootmaker whose shop was called Acropolis in Johnstone st just near Vic Park railway station and another one around in Hoddle St can't remember the name of his shop. Collingwood sharpies were the meanest bastards around then.

[canetoad]

Brick:

The Bocka I knew is dead, so no harm posting his name. It was Francis Reiffel, brother called Keith. Both served in WW2 so born in the 20s?

 

Can vaguely remember the shoemaker in Hoddle Street but know the Acropolis in Johnston St well. Did you live around there? When?

[brick]

Brick:

The Bocka I knew is dead, so no harm posting his name. It was Francis Reiffel, brother called Keith. Both served in WW2 so born in the 20s?

 

Can vaguely remember the shoemaker in Hoddle Street but know the Acropolis in Johnston St well. Did you live around there? When?

I remembered, it was Cosmano's in Hoddle St. No mate I was raised in St Kilda but knew a few of the Collingwood sharpies in the mid/ late 60's. My uncle was WW2 vet as well, served in New Guinea would be a big coincedence if it was the same bloke. Didn't know Bocka's real name as I was just a wee kid then in the 50's. There was a great burger shop near the corner of Johnston and Hoddle sts as well. Used to stay open all night on Saturday's.

 

Shit I have hijacked this thread sorry guys.