How long is a piece of string? It's about as long as a piece of elastic can be stretched without breaking. At what point will it break? Who knows?

That is why precisely why the definition of peace must not be elastic.

Reading here today, Greenpeace activists are happy with the light fines they received in a Brisbane court for painting anti-coal slogans on coal-ships. They stated that their peaceful message had been effective in highlighting potential dangers to the environment.

But is that form of protest really peaceful?

At a time when society grapples vainly with out-of-control graffiti vandalism is it reasonable to define the defacement of someone else's property as an act of peace? Is that a responsible message to transmit to the community from an organisation supposedly committed to noble outcomes.

There is a good case for suggesting that such a claim by such an organisation amounts to giving defacto permission to every idiot with a bee in their bonnet no matter how foolhardy or unintelligent to go right ahead and paint possibly offensive signs and slogans wherever they wish.

It is true that enlightened individuals can pick the difference between one issues and discern that an action may be appropriate in some cases but not in others.

But shall we count among them the clowns who steal around defacing our valuable property with graffiti tags? Can we rely on them to sensibly interpret this message from Greenpeace?

The news that South Australian police today removed and hospitalised six children from a state housing trust home that sometimes holds 21 people comes as no surprise to the majority of citizens. We know perfectly well that such homes exist. We view the charging of the mother with criminal neglect as a positive step.

Families and Communities Minister Jay Weatherill commented that it is not the responsibility solely of child protection agencies to protect the children of such families but is rather everyone's responsibility including neighbors and the wider community. That statement will strike a very raw nerve with a great many citizens who are sick to death of having politically convenient arguments thrust in their faces.

The average parent does a good job of raising their own children under what are increasingly difficult circumstances. They personally do far better than to have a dozen children who go unclothed, unwashed and unfed. They know perfectly well that the more responsibility they accept on behalf of what they regard as 'ferral' families, the more those families will neglect their own responsibilities, leaving it to someone else to solve their problems and meet their obligations for them. The average parent knows also what is even worse, that helping those disaster families will without doubt cause them grow and multiply, and that they are a primary source of trouble and criminal behaviour.

We are told that crime is a community problem and it has to be solved within the community. The only possible interpretation of that statement we can ascribe any common sense to whatsoever is that crime is largely a function of certain individuals within certain types of micro-communities.

We want to know why it is then, that we are being told we must act in a fashion that will encourage the growth and multiplication of micro-communities that are well known to be breeding grounds for criminal offenders.

Politicians such as Jay Weatherill are trying to have it both ways. Either we are working to eliminate conditions under which offending becomes prevalent or we are not. Insisting that we ought to act in a fashion that that encourages those conditions to grown and multiply exposes their government's approach to crime control as hare-brained.

If that government truly believes their own spin about the origins of crime they will spare nothing whatsoever in direct intervention to prevent disaster families from growing, thriving and perpetuation the cycle of child abuse. They have flagged the problem. They must now provide strong, decisive leadership to stamp it out or they must shut up.

There is one thing that you can guarantee about an angry bull - there will be no shortage of people who just can't resist waving a red flag at it. Likewise, many passers-by have a compulsion to tease a savage dog that barks threateningly behind a fence. Before they do so the antagonists ought to make certain that the bulls and dogs can't possibly reach them and give them what for.

It is not hard to accept the viewpoint of artists who have taken nude photographs of underage children and wish to display them. Artists are known for challenging the way that things are normally seen by humans and presenting them in a different light. To them, no subject is barred.

However, from the non-artists viewpoint, there is no subject whatsoever that absolutely must be explored and exhibited or else the sky will fall down. Artists explore particular subjects by choice. They may call it inspiration, but the idea that personal preference plays no part in the flavour of their creative juices is a little hard to swallow.

Consequently, it is impossible to imagine why artists need to display nude kiddie photos. There is a myriad of other subjects available to them. That particular topic crosses a border into the territory of social, political and legal hypersensitivity.

When they ignore that fact and wave their photographs tauntingly for all to see we are entitled to question exactly which art is being pursued. Is it the art of taking photographs or the art of thumbing ones nose at authority using photograpic artwork as a shield?

If it is the latter, when they find themselves gored, bitten and slung in jail we can applaud them as performing artists who fell from the trapeze while attempting a feat that was just too daring.

We may not laud their photographic artistry with quite so much enthusiasm. Not because it isn't art, but because it irresponsibly confuses an issue that at this point in time requires total clarity in order to eradicate a social travesty.

South Australian premier Mike Rann is investigating FBI gadgetry for use in the war against crime. Fair enough. Every bit helps. But we get a strong idea that SA police know who the offenders are anyway. They have been arrested and released again countless times.

Gadgets may help to catch them in the act but to what avail? The bottom line on crime control is that only the sending of a pointed message to the community through very stiff penalites, particularly for unprovoked crimes of hostility, violence or property destruction, will achieve anything worthwhile. Without that, catching offenders (time and time again!) is meaningless. The purchase of gadgetry will simply amount to more illusory showmanship on the part of a government that is unwilling to act proportionately to its talk.

Taxi drivers are striking because another cabbie was bashed in Adelaide yesterday. Good on them!

It is clear that a lot of people are cynical about taxi drivers. However, that only serves to increase the amount of violence against them, since it is considered less of an offence to bash someone who is 'on the nose'. That in turn will make it impossible to get more responsible individuals to become cabbies. The public cannot win like that.

Violent crimes are getting out of control. They are all too often committed by people with long histories of similar offences, released on the ridiculous basis that if they are gradually bashing people less often then their rehabilitation program is working. Everyone in society needs protecting against these rat-bags, not just cabbies.

Call me a cynic if you will but I greet the news that China is developing a civil passenger jet company with mirth. 'There's a hole in my bucket' went the humorous song made popular by Harry Belafonte in 1961. The trouble is that my bucket is brand new. It can't be fixed with straw because it's made of plastic. I bought it in the Chinese imports shop for $1.68. Yes, it was cheap. True, I hardly complain that it was nasty. But It seems that almost everything I buy that is made in China lasts for one day if that and then claps out!

How can I do anything but joke that the wings would fall off a Chinese jumbo jet half-way down the runway on it's maiden flight?

Admittedly, the Japanese experience may point to a different outcome. When I was a child a popular expression was 'Jap crap'. In those days everything made in Japan was highly suspect. All of that changed. The Japanese gained a firm foothold in manufacturing through volume production of shoddy goods, then lifted their game. By the mid 'seventies if something was made in Japan it was undoubtedly superior.

Will Chinese production run the same course? Let us hope so if they are going to begin building passenger jets that may fly over my home or yours.

Western Australia's chair-sniffing Opposition leader Troy Buswell has displayed the behaviour of both a fool and dinosaur. Such actions in the workplace nowadays would earn a man the sack. Why has he not been summarily dismissed by his own party. In allowing him to stay incumbent his colleagues expose themselves as fools equal to him.

Today's public do not want numbskulls such as these for their state government. Would visiting female leaders of state feel comfortable about vacating a chair when he was in the room? Honesty and politics may not go hand in hand but decorum and politics must be inseparable.

I have just seen a demonstration of the video game Grand Theft Auto IV. It is staggering, not just in detailed simulation of a crowded city but also in the range of highly graphic gratuitous violence it offers the player.

What is really ominous is the fact that it is a multi-player environment. Participants engage in bloody street war against other real humans with highly realistic weaponry. That fact is part of the gamer's mental experience even if it is through a simulation medium. It must be part of the attraction or else neither game producers not players would bother with it.

The original theory was that violence in video games didn't produce externalised destructive behaviour in the real world. It appears that on the strength of that video game producers are unashamedly ramping up violence in games that increasingly duplicate reality.

How can we accept that the point won't be reached where young people begin to lose sight of the line between fantasy and reality? What will be the result of that? Will it ever become necessary to begin shooting on sight lots of young people, both males and females, before they can kill other innocent members of the public because their minds have become so twisted by immersion in irresponsible fantasy that they are extremely dangerous?

That may sound far fetched but I am not so convinced. I find it hard to believe that psychologists employed or at least sponsored by game producers aren't involved in determining the likely effect of these games upon individuals in much the same fashion that doctors were employed by tobacco companies to disprove the harmful health effects of smoking.

Those professionals will no doubt find this new generation of ultra-realistic killing games benignly uninvolved in increasing poor behaviour from young people. As with the tobacco experience their arguments will cleverly disguise the fact that their thrust relies almost entirely on the assassination of proofs by virtue of the inability of any proof to be entirely exclusive, since it can hardly ever be disproven that some other factor might be involved. In other words, they will rely upon mirrors, smokescreens and logical trickery.

I also find it hard to believe that anyone, professional or otherwise, really knows where these highly noxious virtual realities are leading society. But I am sure of one thing. If the effect of them blows up in our faces governments, justice officials, criminologists and other social leaders, still sitting on their hands, will lay the blame totally on the public, insisting that it is a community issue that needs to be solved within (and therefore by) the community.

Whether or not Victoria Park should have a new grandstand I am unable to say. Neither are the vast majority of South Australians if truth be known. The general public simply doesn't have enough information ready at hand to be sufficiently well informed for it's opinions to be valuable. But what we are painfully clear about is the horrendous extent to which Adelaide has become the 'no development' capital of the western world.

For decades now most proposed developments have been scotched because they were unable to gain planning approval, usually at the local government level. It has become a joke. We are a retarded city and state and we became so at a time when tourism was one possible revenue stream during a dearth of new industries to replace those we were losing.

Planning to perfection in the eyes of a few has cost us all massively. The geniuses with their Master's Degrees took into account everything except the state's economic prosperity.

Local governments are intent on doing their own thing independently of everyone else in the state. They profess to be protecting the interests of their ratepayers. That claim is uncertain, but even if it were, Adelaide cannot be an amalgam of principalities. Each part of it exists for all citizens. Each area council must cater for the needs of all South Australians. That is especially so for the Adelaide City Council.

Consequently, I believe that even if Kevin Foley's temporary grandstand proves not to be the right thing in the end, his action in being determined to ride roughshod over a council that has welched on a development that the majority of South Australians have voted in favour of is to be applauded. Let us hope his government follows through and continues to demolish opposition from the perfectionist 'visionaries' who have turned Adelaide into a sad and sorry backwater.

Last night in Adelaide yet another police car was rammed in yet another car chase, after being pelted with objects from the car by four occupants fleeing from a liquor store raid.

No matter how cutting-edge innovative and humanistic justice officials may think they are being in giving these individuals chance after chance, they present themselves to the general public as imbeciles and expose public protection as a non-event.

Whether or not they consider that to be an unfair assessment of their efforts and their worth is irrelevant. It remains the right of the public to judge according to their own perception. Efforts by justice officials to change that perception have largely failed. The public mind is not quite so easily programmed. It perceives far more than some professionals give it credit for.

When street crime explodes justice officials blame it on a barrage of social factors without ever considering that failings on their own part may be resulting in unnecessary injury, death and property damage. Social control is a psychological thing. The public must believe in or it is lost. People cannot believe in the pile of rubbish we are currently witnessing.

Neither do we believe the arguments that are being flung in our faces. They are spurious and they amount sophistical reasoning.

They say "crime is a community problem and it has to be solved within the community". That statement is ultimately true, but what should it translate into? Should it mean the public have no right to protection? If so, it amounts to a reasonable argument being used as a clever dodge.

There is a disgusting accusation implicit in that statement. It is this. "You, as a victim of a heinous crime, are a part of a community that tolerates social injustices and inequalities and therefore you have no right to demand the incarceration or severe punishment of the offender who is themself a victim. The sin rests upon your own head".

Therefore, the death of a granny knocked down heavily onto the footpath during a savage bag snatch is her own fault. The government, courts and penal system were under no obligation to protect her against that. Therefore the knifing death of someone's son while he was being robbed of the expensive sneakers he worked for was his own fault. Therefore the brutal abduction and rape of someone's teenage daughter was her own fault etc. We are essentially being told that if inquality is tolerable then so is crime so don't complain, just look in the mirror.

It's not that we can't see the point, but we can also see where they are bending the argument to their own ends.

Each of us as an individual can do only the best we can towards being a decent citizen. None of us can wipe out inequality even if we find it abhorrent. It never escapes us that there are great failings common to people who live on society's bottom level but when we point that out and suggest that they themselves need to change we are rubbished for unfair criticism and told to shut up.

Jails are expensive. It is far cheaper for governments to let offenders out. If they are kept locked away governments can be held directly accountable for that. On the other hand, if a released offender kills or maims someone governments cannot be held directly accountable. It is therefore politically safer for governments to have offenders released even if they pose a danger to innocent and defenceless members of the community.

The public mind isn't stupid. It can gather these things. And it can also gather momentum to hold accountable governments, justice officials and lawyers who hide behind shabby arguments in order to protect and advance their own interests while the public are left at the mercy of dangerous offenders who roam free to threaten lives and property.

Reading a book like Taras Bulba today is like taking a wild roller-coaster ride back through a time when roller-coasters didn't exist, but the ride of life was every bit as hair-raising and far more dangerous.

This story is an elegantly flambuoyant tale of legendary heroic deeds done by legendary fighting Cossacks for whom death in battle was the only honourable death. These were men who would die willingly alongside a wounded comrade in a vain attempt to save his life, but also men who would slaughter women and children along with men and priests who offended their haughty pride in themselves or their orthodox faith.

Gogol brought his sixteenth century characters to life so vividly that you can almost visualise the arrogant self-worship in their eyes, excited into action by extreme hatred of their enemies. You can almost feel the brave strength and fearless ferocity of these warriors with their sabres and musket-balls flying on the battlefields of the Ukrainian steppes.

The story paints pictures, parhaps larger than life ones, of men living life of thrilling adventure in a time and place when victory in battle decided everything. It is also a clever psychological study of people living at life's extremes.

We are brought to realise that life for the women of these men was far less thrilling and adventuresome . Their cruel lot was to remain at home breeding little warriors, raising them with extreme love and devotion, only to have them slaughtered in combat during early manhood.

The modern reader being more educated in gentle arts cannot help but judge the scenario from the standpoint of today's understanding and be immediately struck by the enormous waste of lives, creative strength and energy these wars amounted to. Granted, we also know that such a judgment is invalid. The people described here could live only according to their time and culture just as we must. It is probable that humans five hundred years from now will arrive at the similar judgements about many of our own passionate struggles and activites.

Racist sentiments spill off the pages giving readers interesting food for thought. On one hand it is not difficult to see why the Cossacks would judge negatively the Jewish usurers and merchants, at least as they are portrayed in this book. The Cossacks hadn't the skills to avoid needing the services of the Jews and might have found themselves at disadvantage. On the other hand, sympathisers with anti-Jewish sentiments would be disinclined to acknowledege or even consider that the Jews being a tiny minority in that society were simply doing what the Cossacks themselves were doing - they made good use of whatever skills they possessed in order to survive. Who can blame them? The cauldron awarded itself the right to call the kettle black on the strength of the fact alone that it was bigger and took might as being right.

The story starts slowly and tentatively much like warriors milling together gathering courage before the start of a battle. It then accelerates and pitches headlong into an exciting drama of roistering and war-craft, reaching it's zenith when Taras Bulba confronts his son who has deserted bith his Cossack heritage and his countrymen after falling in love with the daughter of an enemy chief.

The version of the story I possess was printed in Russia, translated by O A Gorchakov, date unknown.

Taras Bulba is a genuine piece of literary artwork. It is an exciting and highly emotive tale beautifully told.

I rated it 9.4 out of ten.

I was never a believer in Neighborhood Watch programs. I see them as helping to facilitate government cop-outs on crime control. I can see their worth as an adjunct to effective crime control policies. As a substitute, which is what they have tended to become and were always going to become, they are useless.

This month the St Marys (South Australia) Neighborhood Watch newsletter confirmed to me that my assessment is spot on. The front page feature article is a generic spiel about - would you believe - the wearing of seatbelts in cars! It is a mirror of the current advertising campaign. What BS is that? What does that have to do with crime control?

Oh, yes! I see the point alright. Failure to wear seatbelts is a crime because it causes needless deaths. And in response to that I say to the Neighborhood Watch coordinator and the fans of this half-baked club of committee-lovers - Belt Up!

Worthwhile though they may be there are places for road safety articles and Neighborhood Watch newsletters isn't it. These periodicals were initially purported to be dedicated to locals helping to prevent mainstream crimes by keeping a sharp eye out and reporting anything suspicious. Admittedly, the results of that appear to have been dirigible volumes of hot air and little else. Since criminality is highly evolutionary criminals adapt quickly to changes in their environment. The public knew that well from the start. Criminologists and justice officials somehow didn't know it - or chose not to know it.

Perhaps the failure of this program to achieve anything sensible accounts for the complete lack of articles about local heroes and the deeds they have done in helping to curb crimes in the area. That is the sort of content we expect to see. Where is it?

To make matters worse, the remaining three pages contain nothing more than a few pages of generic crime prevention tips and a list of crimes reported in the area last month so tiny that it couldn't possibly reflect the true picture of local crimes.

And here is the final insult. A four page insert crammed full of advertising! Frankly, I found the advertising to be the only worthwhile content in this dismal rag that was stuffed in my letterbox. Since the advertising is clearly paid for and since the main content was nothing whatsoever new, just what exactly is money being raised for?

I know personally of many instances of cars and property being damaged overnight. What does Neighborhood Watch offer in response to that?

Next month's guest speaker at their meeting is from the Adelaide Youth Court. The subject is Juvenile Justice Family Conferencing. That news hints, to me at least, that what I have always suspected is true. That Neighborhood Watch programs are a tool for governments and justice officials to brainwash public minds with their own preferred crime control policies. Those policies are the ones that work for them.

Several recent news reports have painted a gloomy picture for younger Australians. Apparently many of them are facing credit repayment difficulties and most will face further stress from increased rents as they are unable to afford to purchase their own homes.

Considering their employability in a 'young image' world and the consequent incomes they enjoy that revelation is astounding.

A fact of life is that every generation considers the next one to be lazier, more spoilt and less responsible than their own. Baby-boomers faced those criticisms from their own parents. Those parents themselves received the same admonishment from their elders and so forth.

There is no doubt that perception failures account for a great deal of that criticism, since while an apparent slide seems real to older generations the reality is that societies and economies charge forth irrespective of the altered values and behaviours of their younger members.

I don't like to harp on a hackneyed theme but there is another aspect to those generation variances that is not often publicly aired, but which recent developments have highlighted to me personally.

The lawyer for Thomas Towle, the driver responsible for running down and killing six teenagers at Mildura, argued that it was unproven that Towle's driving with his son on his lap contributed to the accident. He additionally insisted that eyewitness claims to the effect that Towle was speeding were speculative.

I am not in a position to disagree with this claim since I wasn't privy to the evidence. However, it would seem to me that that lawyers are hell bent on wrecking every prosecution and short-circuiting all attempts to punish offenders. The suggestion that in doing so they are contributing anything useful to society in the way of improved justice are similarly unproven and even more speculative. The fact that their chief motive appears to be money and prestige greatly increases that suspicion.

Let's look for a job. We'll search one of the popular employment websites. They now boast X thousand positions on offer just in our city alone. Let's see. Sales positions. Good starting point. Shouldn't be too hard. There are x thousand available just in that category. Loads of ads!

But what's this? The ad I'm now reading is almost identical to one I read a short time ago, and that was nearly identical to one I read a short time before that. In fact, blow me down! It's the same company who has placed all three ads. If I keep searching I'll discover that it's actually all six ads. The same position has been advertised six times with slightly different wording.

Wouldn't that mean that in reality the number of positions available is actually X divided by 6? Yes, but a bit of BS doesn't hurt, does it? You have to be out to win these days. Ok, but doesn't ad-stuffing amount to internet spamming? "Yes, but who cares?", is the tacit response.

The typical job ad boasts big $$$, fabulous location, great training, pinnacle career prospects etc. along with the ego flattering but now platitudinous bait "Shining stars required!"

I happen to have seen the very same ads for the very same companies numerous times at regular intervals. That causes me to suspect that the promised rewards might have been overstated, with the appointees leaving these jobs after a short time. "Yes, but surely a bit of BS can't hurt."

Now, resume sent off. No answer. No degree. The job went to someone with bits of paper galore, reams of certificates and stacks of entries on their resume bragging about just how great they are.

But what's this? Company managers are ranting and screaming because their new employees couldn't strategise their way to the lavatory and back without fouling up! How can people so highly educated be such boneheads? "Ah!", we say. The truth is they are not so highly educated at all and their prior experience was somewhat Mickey Mouse. A great deal of the claims on each resume were false. Little wonder that the shining stars quickly became meteorites.

In the US the falsified resume problem has become so great that managers have resorted to hiring investigators to check the truthfulness of prospective employees claims about their education and previous experience. It seems that job hopefuls these days have taken the attitude that a bit of BS won't hurt. After all, you have to be out to win, haven't you?

Surely, managers, you won't blame them. After all, you thought that approach was OK yourselves. This is a BS world. You know that. You want people to sell your product for you and not everything about your range is totally wholesome, but your approach to that is that a bit of BS won't hurt. And since you employ those who are apparently the very best available, the reality is that a job seeker who doesn't overstate things on their resume has little hope of getting a position since so many of their competitors do just that. Consequently, they take the attitude that a lot of BS in your resume is essential or you risk being left out in the cold career-wise.

The bible says "live by the sword, die by the sword". In this day and age "the sword" is fast becoming composed of cow dung.

From an old slave song - "God gave Noah the rainbow sign. No more water, the fire next time."

I very much enjoy reading a book that can point to areas of blindness in our minds, causing a leap of enlightenment that forever changes our perceptions of people and things.

James Baldwin's book "The Fire Next Time" may date back to 1963 but the message it delivered to the world is just as current today as it was then. It begins as an autobiographical ramble about his early life and growing up in Harlem written so magnetically that the reader is willing to go wherever the ramble takes them. He divulges with forceful clarity the contents of the hearts and minds of Negroes, their fears, their hopes, their love for each other and their attempts to somehow reconcile the disastrous position that God has placed them in with the wholesome values of Christianity. Baldwin was disinclined to condemn white people but rather to pity them as morally inferior fools. He saw his fellow Negroes as being rendered morally superior for the suffering they have endured.

James Baldwin opened the eyes of white people not only to the suffering of Negroes but also to their own blindness. It is easy to see someone suffer from a distance and agree that they are suffering. But after being invited to intimately share someone's innermost thoughts you come to realise just how much of the humanism of other people your mind is blanking out, almost to the point of seeing them as mere pictures.

It is a strange quirk of human nature that although a great many people can tell the world a particular thing, only a few individuals have the special gift of being able to tell it in a such way that it blasts through the complacency of the masses to touch people's consciences gently enough to stir their sympathies without alienating them in the process.

This author had that gift. His narrations enabled white people to mentally experience for themselves the horrors of prejudice against the American Negroes and truly understand their attitudes and actions in attempting to survive against the odds. It is, for example, easy to mock the religious fervor of black congregations until your mind is fully awakened to the desperation for hope that propels the worshipers. The author's description of his interview with Elijah Muhammad is similarly enlightening as to the beliefs and ideals that drove the rise of Islam among sections of the black population.

"Deep and powerful understanding" would be the catch-phrase of this book. That is what the author possessed. That is what he passes with amazing ease to the reader, who is given a unique opportunity to actually live for themselves the life of Negroes in Harlem. That is the sort of experience that meaningful change is born from.

Some quotes from the book:

"You know, and I know, that this country is celebrating one hundred years of freedom one hundred years too soon."

"In spite of the Puritan-Yankee equation of virtue with well-being, Negroes had excellent reasons for doubting that money was made or kept by any striking adherence to the Christian virtues; it certainly didn’t work that way for black Christians."

All reasonable Australians will agree that Aborigines should enjoy equivalent health care and life expectancy with that of other Australians wherever possible. If Kevin Rudd's administration is firmly commited to that, why do they need to sign declarations and guarantees? Those documents are political stunts that could easily backfire.

I seem to recall a previous Labour Prime Minister's guarantee that no Australian child would live in poverty by 1990. That guarantee was foolish because the manifold causes of poverty were never within the power of a federal government to eradicate. They amount mainly to failings and shortcomings within the people themselves. Simply throwing money at those people didn't help because it so often went on booze, smokes and gambling while children went bare-footed and hungry. Furthermore, the Labour party's insistance on lavishing those people with sympathy in order to secure their votes guaranteed that they would resist change, believing instead that increasing amounts of easy money flung their way was an entitlement. Hence, rather than freeing children from poverty, Bob Hawke succeeded only at sentencing far more children to it.

Likewise, it is doubtful whether Aborigines living the lives they do in remote communities can enjoy equivalent health benefits with the rest of Australians simply because their current lifestyles don't appear to allow for it. Dramatic changes need to occur within the people themselves. Do the government's new declarations mandate those changes? Obviously not.

I certainly hope to see dramatic improvement in the living standards, health standards and life expectancies of Aborigines. I agree with the spending of large amounts of money to help them, but I am mindful of the fact that vast amounts of money have already been spent, yet they remain in a dismal state. That suggests that there are roadblocks that cannot be removed by money alone. As with childhood poverty, those roadblocks may not be within the power of a federal government to remove.

Workchoices is dead. It was never popular with the Australian labour force. In the end, neither was it's champion, the former Prime Minister. While it may have been well-intended, everything is manipulable and stories abounded of workers coming off second best. No-one knows how truthful those stories were. I get a feeling that the current government, sniffing political mileage to be made, isn't asking.

While some of the Howard government's legislation may have been unappealing, to their credit they sought to eliminate opposite imbalances introduced by Labor administrations that among other things protected shirkers and made it virtually impossible to sack a worker no matter how they behaved. That ridiculous situation impacted negatively on honest, hard working employees as well as affecting profitability which is the very thing that jobs growth feeds upon. Mr Rudd will need to ensure that those abuses cannot be restored or he will have set Australia back many years.

If my memory serves me correctly, in the 1970's the now defunct Whyalla ship-building plant was once crippled by a demarcation strike over which union the tea-ladies should belong to. Let us not risk a return to those days.

The discovery of the HMAS Sydney wreck has brought claims that it is a war grave and should not be disturbed. Yet, the Titanic wreck was explored and artefacts recovered. Is there a reason for believing that a civilian grave ship is fair game but military one sunk during a war is sacrosanct? Is the loss of civilian lives less of a tragedy than the loss of servicemens' lives?

There are people with existing military connections to WW2 who will insist that their own brand of reverence ought to be honoured by the rest of society. One hundred years from now the sentiments of those people will no longer be heard. Meanwhile, the wreck rots at the bottom of the ocean. A valuable opportunity to obtain information and artefacts for the benefit of future generations will have been lost.

I am not advocating wholesale plunder of the wreck. But if a picture can paint a thousand words an object can relate a million. If we truly want future humans to remember the cost in lives that brought freedom to the world, preserving the proof and displaying it in fashions by which they can learn from it is the best way.

The suggestion by Ian Plimer, Professor of Mining Geology at Adelaide University, that South Australia should become a nuclear energy facilitation state offering all phases of uranium on sale to the world is music to the ears of many people.

Baby boomers will recall that nuclear protesters of the nineteen seventies with their outrageous nuclear-charged emotional politics succeeded only in deferring the mining of uranium at Roxby Downs by ten years. Their doomsday prophesies sucked South Australians into agreeing to leave one of the world's most valuable resources in the ground until the price of uranium crashed. When the inevitable mining and sale of yellowcake commenced it was worth a mere third of what it had previously been.

The hare-brained bellyaching of these self-proclaimed intellectual giants succeeded only in costing the people of this state vast wealth in jobs created, royalties received and other economic spin-offs. Meanwhile, the rest of the world made atomic leaps into the modern era.

We should never forget that a high percentage of those protestors were in receipt of government benefits in the form of student allowances or the dole. They demanded the fruits of wealth but recklessly assassinated our available options for wealth creation. What does that say about their intellects? The fact was also plainly obvious to the general public that many of these people gained immense feelings of personal power from having created chain reactions of dissent. What does that say about their true motives?

We South Australians have wound up a backward state because we embraced backward mentalities. That occurred because we vested political power into the hands of small-minded pests given to irresponsible ear-bending.

Let us do that no more. The members of our government were willing to have votes counted in their favour. Let those votes now count for something solid in tough decisions and decisive action to place South Australia on an equal economic footing with the rest of the world.

Uranium is here to stay. Are we?

If you like to read about guys and dolls with colourful names and sinful habits who deftly remain (most of the time) just beyond the reach of the law, Damon Runyon's humorous short stories are a very good bet. They are a sheer delight to read.

Most people have heard of the musical "Guys and Dolls" based on some of these stories, in particular "The Idyll Of Miss Sarah Brown" and "Pick The Winner". The characters in them are often "on the lam" (fleeing justice), without ready scratch, "puffing at an old stinkaroo", "cooling off" with a couple of "plugs" in them, pulling a job or generally just trying to con each other. Runyon is famous for cramming his writing with vernacular that was equally as colourful as his characters.

Hot Horse Harry, Big False Face, Little Isadore, Spanish John and Miss Cutie Singlelton are just a few among gamblers and gangsters galore dwelling in New York during the era of depression and prohibition. Their antics are described in a light-hearted series of comedies in which the line of demarcation between good guys and bad guys becomes so blurred as to be almost non-existent. Since Runyon was a journalist of the time that's probably how he saw it. He was probably right.

From one extreme to the other! A British man who has been in Australia for 55 years is about to be deported upon his release from prison at the end of a 14 year sentence for pedophilia. Read about it here. What on earth is the federal justice minister thinking of? Here is my answer.

Pedophiles and poms who never became naturalised are two groups of people who rank quite low on the list of lives in Australia. Paul Keating demonstrated admirably that leaders can garner a great deal of support by grabbing members of an unpopular group and beating them up, figuratively speaking. Their unpopularity renders them largely defenceless and the demonstration, which could have got high billing at the Colosseum, appeals to the bloodthirstiness of the crowd who will almost certainly give the thumbs-down sign.

Neither an un-naturalised pedophile nor a spewing British government will win much support in this country. Hence, this man presents a perfect opportunity to get tough - by knocking down hard somebody who already has no legs to stand on. What heroes! What fearless champions! What a hollow victory for justice!

This novel has a historical significance transcending the insights into the past that we gain from it. The author first published it in 1934. In 1936, as a member of the British Parliament he introduced a divorce law reform bill which became the Matrimonial Causes Act, 1937. The book was written to highlight the absurdities of existing divorce laws in preparation for reform. It succeeded marvelously.

A.P. Herbert is best know to the world for his Misleading Cases series of books, an hilarious lampooning of the British legal system through fictional court cases. Ten volumes of these were written between 1928 and 1966. They are well worth reading.

Like many other people, I would love to see political correctness consigned to the local rubbish dump. So too, the pesky people who have carved a path to personal power from peddling it's poison in place of common sense and realism.

I recently visited what appeared to be a quaint, grass-covered valley floor in the Adelaide foothills. I had previously discovered it while peering down a steep incline adjacent to the Windy Point Restaurant lookout. From a height, it appeared interesting. A colourful quarry cut into one corner offered a tantalising glimpse of local history to a curious mind.

A satellite-eye view of the valley on Microsoft 3D Virtual Earth revealed a strange-looking structure in the middle of a plain, along with several vehicle access tracks. Since the area was otherwise abnormally featureless, my curiosity began to boil.

Upon close inspection the structure's business card was a large sign introducing it as the Lynton Landfill Gas Monitoring Plant. I then realised exactly where I had ventured. The elevated valley floor, which I had gained with much puff and steam up a steep track from a road below, is the site of the old Lynton rubbish dump.

I clearly remember having gone there around thirty years ago to help a friend empty a trailer filled with household waste. Back then it was called a 'dump', or a 'tip', so I was surprised to discover that without any alteration to its duties, its job description had been upgraded to 'landfill site'.

"If you want your petrol spilling, spill it yourself". Well, perhaps it's not quite like that. But in 1971 I worked (briefly) as a teenage driveway attendant in the last filling station in Adelaide that didn't have automatic cut-off pumps.

I started work on a Monday morning and was shown how to listen for the increasing pitch in sound as the filler-tube filled like a bottle. It didn't seem too hard. The trick was just to let go of the trigger in time. Unfortunately, some cars tended to 'blow back' if they were filled too quickly. Some of their owners were inclined to 'blow off' when that happened.

Reading this book in the 2000's you gain a different perspective of the author's meanings that the reader of the 1960's would have had. At that time the fear was current in almost everybody's mind that the atomic bomb would soon wipe us out. By now our thoughts about that have relaxed somewhat, firstly because it hasn't happened, and secondly because we are aware that other threats to humanity's continued existence might well finish us before a nuclear holocaust gets the chance. In that respect, Kurt Vonnegut was a true visionary. He asked the insightful question "What else are the scientists who created the bomb capable of inventing?"

Today we read on Adelaide Now website that an 18 year old Aboriginal youth believed to be a Gang Of 49 member has been arrested in relation to a recent spree of serious crimes. He was on 'home detention bail' at the time. This is basically good news. However, it does support a claim made by a large percent of the community that clashes violently with the opinions of justice officials. They say that putting these individuals in jail doesn't work. We say that letting them out doesn't work.

The news that a German tourist has been forced to repair his own graffiti damage to New Zealand's Franz Josef glacier is welcome music to the ears of disgusted citizens. According to a news report the culprit spent a day and a half chipping his 'tag' off the ice. However, this avoided his being charged with willful damage. That is a mistake. It fails to tag the offender with an appropriate label. If he goes elsewhere and offends again, which is a reasonable presumption, what record will there be of a previous conviction?

The Cory Party trend is not simply a function of new developments in a new world. It may well take advantage of latest technology such as You Tube for part of it's life-blood. But it is an expression of deeper issues that have been festering beneath the surface for a long time.

It is trouble brewed over several decades from a belief that social controls, particularly over young people, are unnecessary. It is an outgrowth of the foolish notion that children and adolescents ought not to have their minds programmed with existing values, but should be left as free as possible to find their own levels of appropriateness in order to become the maximum that they possibly can. And as discipline is seen as stifling that process, discipline has been thrown in the bin.

Oh, Yes! We Have No Bananas. But what we do have are these solid gold, diamond studded, bent yellow things over here for a dollar each. That 's around $9 a kilogram. Feeling hungry?