Save Our ABC.

Stop the Coalition from getting rid of Our ABC

Even more concerning, Pauline Hanson is mounting a hostile parliamentary review of the ABC and SBS, designed to interfere with their charters and editorial content.

It’s a dream come true for Rupert Murdoch and the Conservative think tanks who’ve been fighting for years to cut, gut and destroy our ABC.

We have to fight back.

Fortunately, the ABC is one of the most liked and respected organisations in Australia

Here’s just a small sample of what may never have come to light without our ABC:

    • The horrors of the live export trade, sparking a huge campaign8
    • Institutional child abuse in Don Dale detention centre, which lead to a Royal Commission

These new cuts are clear political payback for the ABC’s honest reporting on the Government’s corporate tax cuts and for daring to describe Tony Abbott as ‘destructive’ on climate change

If they go through, it could have a chilling effect on ABC reporting on our elected leaders.

It’s not just the fate of our ABC that’s at stake, but also the right of all Australians to hold the government of the day to account.

An attack on our ABC is an attack on democracy…

Rod Parham

Frank Sinatra v. our ‘Silver Bodgie’, 1974.

Frank Sinatra, 12 Dec. (1915-14 May, 1998) versus Bob Hawke, (9 Dec. 1929-16 May, 2019).

“A funny thing happened in Australia,” Frank Sinatra told a New York audience. “I made a mistake and got off the plane.”
The plane in question landed in Melbourne on 9 July 1974. Fresh out of self-imposed retirement, the 58-year-old Sinatra was visiting Australia for the first time in 15 years.
His career was back on the upswing after a decade of poor record sales and crappy movies; his five shows, billed as the “Ol’ Blue Eyes Is Back” tour, were eagerly awaited.

Trouble began the moment he set foot on the ground. Nobody was waiting to pick him up. As he headed to his rehearsal in a borrowed car, he was pursued by a journalist, who was disguised as his then wife, the former Mrs Zeppo Marx.
Finally, he sprinted through the rain to the venue with a media posse at his heels, only to find himself locked out. Photos splashed across the afternoon papers showed a very cranky Frankie pounding on the stage door “like a demented fan”.
That night when on stage, the Chairman of the Board let fly. In a prickly monologue, he described journalists as “bums”, and as for “the broads who work for the press”: “hookers” worth “a buck and a half” at best. Shame on you Frank!
The crooner had bitten off more than he could chew.
When the journalists’ union demand for an apology was brushed aside, the Australian Council of Trade Unions slapped a ban on Frank’s  tour.
At the suggestion of Gough Whitlam, Prime Minister the president, of the ACTU Bob Hawke, took personal charge of the campaign.
The Silver Bodgie was then 45, a champion pisspot, notorious womaniser and the artful manager of Labor’s industrial wing. He declared that unless Sinatra could walk on water, he would be stuck in Australia until he said sorry.
With transport workers refusing to refuel his jet, Sinatra was forced to sneak onto a commercial flight to Sydney. Holed up in the Boulevard Hotel, he considered calling on the US Navy to rescue him. Eventually, he agreed to negotiate.
On 11 July, the two men met in Sinatra’s suite. Over four hours, an agreement was hammered out.
In return for a statement that Sinatra “did not intend any general reflection upon the moral character of working members of the Australian media”, Hawke was prepared to green-light his remaining concerts.
Bob Hawke went on to become Prime Minister of Oz for some years.
via Frank Sinatra & Bob Hawke 

Storm Approaches Wollongong.

132402Photo by Steen Barnes · · From Pic of the Week
On this morning I was driving to a beautiful home on the Southern Highlands that we have been doing some design work on.
As usual I was listen to the ABC Illawarra and I was hearing about this crazy storm about to roll over Wollongong that I was driving away from, I was feeling a little deflated that maybe I was missing out on getting a cool shot.
What! This got me a little excited and as I came down Appin Road toward Wollongong I could see a really, really dark wall of cloud and rain on the coast.
I drove down and stopped at the visitor centre, I grabbed my camera and ran out to that lookout, I could not believe my luck.
I saw this amazing storm coming up the coast at a rate of knots, it was looking like a huge rolling wave, it was just hitting Sandon Point.
Such a buzz. I will be watching for my next blip on the radar
Source: ABC OPEN: ABC Illawarra was giving some heavy storm warnings || From Project: Pic of the Week

The hidden story of Australia’s convict women.

Transported to a distant land for crimes of poverty, Australia’s female convicts were charged with the task to have children with convict men.
AFTER A HARROWING six month voyage across the sea to the newly established British colony dubbed New Holland, convict women were either sold off for as little as the price of a bottle of rum or, if sent to Tasmania, they were marched to the Cascades Female Factory — a damp distillery-cum-prison.
Yet, despite their harsh treatment and dark experiences, the story of Australia’s convict women is ultimately one of triumph. It’s estimated that 164,000 convicts were shipped to Australia between 1788 and 1868 under the British government’s new Transportation Act — a humane alternative to the death penalty.
“Half the women landed in mainland Australia and half in Tasmania. Less than 2 per cent were violent felons.
For crimes of poverty, they were typically sentenced to six months inside Newgate Prison, a six-month sea journey, seven to 10 years hard labour and exile for life.
Clearly, the scope of their punishments far exceeded the scope of their crimes,” Deborah Swiss, the author of The Tin Ticket: The Heroic Journey of Australia’s Convict Women, tells Australian Geographic.
Deborah became fascinated with the stories of Australian convict women following a trip to Tasmania in 2004. “Their stories immediately captured my heart when I learned that if you were a working-class girl in London or Dublin in the 1800s you had two choices: enter prostitution, which was not a crime or steal food or clothing to be able to live another day,” Deborah says. “And so I began my six-year journey of researching and getting to know these remarkable female convicts.”
Read on via Source: The ‘founding mothers’: the little-known story of Australia’s convict women – Australian Geographic

Meet the tiniest rock-wallaby on Earth.

A monjon and her baby. IMAGE CREDIT: Minden Pictures/Alamy Stock Photo.
by Becky Crew who is s a Sydney-based science communicator with a love for weird and wonderful animals.
MEET THE MONJON (Petrogale burbidgei) – the smallest of all known species of rock-wallaby in in the world.
Stretching just 30 cm long and weighing around 1.3 kg, these diminutive little creatures weigh less than a Chihuahua.
Monjons are very rarely seen, with a very limited range in one of the most remote parts of Australia.
They’re only found in the coastal Kimberley region of Western Australia, and on the islands of the nearby Bonaparte Archipelago.
Scientists didn’t even know they existed until about 40 years ago, when one was found in the Kimberley’s King Leopold Ranges area.
Since then they’ve been teetering towards a ‘vulnerable’ status, and they’re so shy, it makes it very difficult for researchers to know much of anything about them.In fact, we’re not even sure what the remaining population is.
But what we do know is that, just like the other rock wallabies, these little guys are the acrobats of the marsupial world. Not only can they climb almost vertical rock faces in ways that appear to defy gravity, they’re also capable of scaling trees using their sharp claws and strong back legs.
Just imagine spotting one of these guys looking down on you from a tree branch. Their goat-like ability to bound up and around sheer cliff faces is thanks to the unusually thick and spongy pads on the bottom of their feet, which compress on the rock surfaces and maximise their grip.
And their long, flexible tails, (which in the Monjon end in a lovely little tuft), act as a counterbalance and a rudder, allowing them to change direction in mid-air.
Rock wallabies might look fragile, but they’re one of Australia’s greatest survivors.
Source: Meet the tiniest rock-wallaby on Earth – Australian Geographic