Crusades

As a crusading editor, I feel an obligation to give back to the city. Therefore please join my campaigns to close Mt Lawley Station and demolish the Guildford Hotel. See my recent letter to Transport Minister Buswell on the first topic.

Dear Mr. Buswell,
 
I refer to the recent work undertaken on Mt Lawley train station, including the public art, (discussed here at The Worst of Perth). 
 
https://theworstofperth.com/2012/05/16/public-art-alert/
 
I wonder at the decision to spend large amounts of money on a station that according to the transport website is used by virtually nobody. 
 
It is difficult to see why the station is even there, since it does not service the commercial centre of Mt Lawley (or anywhere else). The station is situated in a very low density residential area, the demographic of which would regard public transport as some kind of dangerous socialism.
 
Most of the day, even at peak times, the three sculptural figures purchased for no doubt vast amounts of money, greatly outnumber passengers on the platform.
 
Surely the sensible thing to do would be to close the station and put the resources into either more trains or into the other better used stations on the line, Maylands for example, where thousands of drinkers will soon be flocking to Alannah MacTiernan’s new bar Swallow.
https://theworstofperth.com/2012/01/12/i-still-cant-swallow/
 
 
 
Andrew McDonald
The Worst of Perth
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Gerro Threesome

Harvey Norman Geraldton. Brooke K. fingers the staff for this, (so to speak) but I’m not so sure. Bumpkin kids grow up fast. Many may have seen their parents doing this at a B&S Ball. 
Child Psych: Where did the man touch your mother?
Rurotard Child: (sob) In the burnout pit.

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Monday morning you gave no warning…

Monday morning King’s Park. By Jethro.

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Beaconsfield Nips

Rare nipped version. By Cimbali. Beaconsfield.

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Outrage Sunday 54 hard swallow

It’s been a tough month for distinguished broadcasters. Will Howard Sattler be moving to Moorhouse Street in Willagee? This item from the POST shows bad things happen to good people.

Further back on the AM band, Eoin Cameron was in a tight spot and Aunty exhorted us to join the conversation and send him a get well email: computer said no.

But look: Cammo, Howard, TLA, She-Ra, Alannah, Greg Hoey, Bento, the Chongster, the man on the Circle route, the fixies, the skimpies – do any of you know we are about to see the complete collapse of the power structure? (As opposed to the partial collapse).

I won’t be posting here on June 17, as I will be at the feet of David Wilcock. Anyone named David (not Dave) is fine by me. I will be at The Esplanade Hotel in Fremantle – I hope Shazz will be with me as we listen to David talk about Beyond 2012…

David Wilcock is one of the leading researchers in the truth movement today.

If you’re not already familiar with him, I highly recommend watching his film ‘2012 Enigma’, free on Youtube.

David is famous as the Re-incarnation of Edgar Cayce – arguebly the best, and definitely the best documented, psychic in history. Cayce gave 45,000 readings in his life, the vast majority of which were for individuals, and helped them overcome life’s hurdles, both physical and otherwise.

David also has demonstrated extraordinary psychic ability, but more importantly is trained as a psychologist and has a very sharp analytic mind. Therefore, despite presenting some very hard swallow concepts – such as time travel, interdimensional travel and DNA transformation on a global scale – he backs them up solidly with scientific studies and explanations.

On top of all this, David has managed to interview a number of ‘insiders’ within the elite circles. Many people within these secret circles are there against their will, but as most of us know, they don’t let you leave.

The information from these insiders supports information from channel material, to the effect that 2012 is about the complete collapse of the power structure which has steered mankind astray for (IMO) at least 4,000 years – making way for a world where love & compassion can be the driving influence – not fear and anger.

Fix the taps, sheople – we need to break out of being the wet dream of the hidden controllers, and our terrible subjugation to $10 chicens. Join me in welcoming the new dawn from our Juliet balconies of Atlantis-on-Maylands, and acknowledging our new benelovent dolphin overlords.

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Weekend Worstoff 201

First some lovely Melbourne Worsting from Sarah H. Queen Street Markets.
The Colour H took in some art. Well it’s better than laser cut. I guess. At least it contains nudity.
Several people including Bento and Nick R regarded this even as a worst. Nick R claimed that there were skimpily clad women handing these out, but failed to image them.
Worst well.

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Now entering – your mother!

By Nicole. A classic styled worst. Wanneroo. Ahh Tago. Your witty tags will be the death of us all.

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Red Hook new York

New York worster Bartender’s Skills with a Manhatten, tries to take on Perth’s Redcliffe with Red Hook NY in the Hudson River Valley. You lose Barman. That Roller would have to be on fire. And be a General Motors vehicle. And be smashed into someone’s loungeroom. And yet…Perth wouldn’t have something as moronic as a stall for freedom. Would we? What are they selling there anyway?

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Beyond Monroeville Mall

Devastating photo by Pete F. Really we’re fucked. This is the end. Not even the Hudson River Valley could offer such a hideous dystopia. The fallen sign says “Adorno and Horkheimer out – Gina Reinhart in.”

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Public Art Alert

I’ve been riding past this for weeks to and from work, waiting for a submission. Skink (aka the Cambridge Stink) comes through with the goods. Another laser cut piece?  Really? That it’s neither good nor bad is its worst aspect. Fortunately Skink also goggled or woogled some Ai WeiWei for the true story. (Although it’s a little hard to grasp at times, all you need to know is public art isn’t art. And if it is, it’s bad. And not art.) Mt Lawley Station. Why does Mt Lawley Station get this, and Maylands Station gets a view of Mad Kuntz and The Penn?

Most public art is an embellishment of popular and mediocre sentiments, the approval of a safe and stable state of mind, and an abuse perpetrated by the value system and the aesthetics of the ruling class. Interesting artworks effectively disturb tradition, this popular and vulgar aesthetic, and the prevailing social ideology. An artwork unable to make people feel uncomfortable or to feel different is not one worth creating.

The ‘public’ in public art actually refers to a personal space. It does not contain an artistic value statement. It does not serve the public. It was not created for the public. It could be targeted at the public, but it could also completely ignore the existence of a public. Here, art has simply made effective use of a public environment. It does not have an obligation to beautify or adorn.

 The only difference between public art and other art is that public art is placed in a non-private space. This makes you unable to do certain private things while around the artwork, but at night, when no one’s around, you can still piss on it.

Ai Weiwei

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