hot hit, the wind carries with it, a knockout punch of 'hairdryer set for high' heat as i open up the doors and walk into the world. it's a melting clocks day, slightly surreal as my late night catches up with my early morning.
the papers are filled with talk of innovation funding and new technology and suddenly i am reminded malcolm is running the show now, yes the narcissistic technocrat is planting his jackboot upon our faces. innovative technology, sounds great, should buy a few million stupid peoples votes but in the meantime what about the homeless people who can't find a roof, the city is overspilling with them now. never mind them we have to plunge australia into as much debt as possible because fearless goldman sachs man is preparing us for the new economy, the end of money. 
i read about the war, some poor fuckers in syria getting bombed by the war machine of mad arabians, some russian opportunist and a  absolutely ridiculous american president who seduced the world with three little words and his allies, the europeans. oh the great military industrial complex, how it runs our economy. we are all guilty just by being beneficiaries, the best thing a govt. can do is just fess up, be honest. 
'look citizens i don't like it but if we stop you would have no jobs, no money, the society we have created would just no longer work. so our solution is to keep the great war machine going, yeah it's driven me to alcohol and heroin but hey, whatever gets you through the night. it's wheels within wheels but i'm just being straight wit ya now.'
i don't like john lennon much but for fucks sake, 'gimmie some truth.'  
i read about the troubles of old bill short pants who has led the labour party into oblivion due to a stupid tactical error. i like the letters page, the australia readers are intelligent, diverse and drill down into complex issues without the sanctimonious ideology of the sydney morning lifestyle paper and the daily travesty.
i flick through a colour magazine about israel's start up culture and how successful it is, apparently this is where the govt's of the uk and australia are looking to get their ideas from, so lookout australian boycott movement, you may have to boycott your future.
i sip a fine coffee and wander back to the cool sanctuary of mission control where my chilled coconut drink sits next to a beautiful slice of marijuana.