Weekend Worstoff 179- Rural Reich by Jaidyn Jaxxon

 

“It is the Late city that first defies the land, contradicts Nature in the lines of its silhouette, denies all Nature. It wants to be something different from and higher than Nature. These high-pitched gables, these Baroque cupolas, spires, and pinnacles, neither are, nor desire to be, related with anything in Nature. And then begins the gigantic megalopolis, the city-as-world, which suffers nothing beside itself and sets about annihilating the country picture.”
-Oswald Spengler

 

Though opinion differs on exact first dates for Indo-Germanic settlement, it is an undisputed fact that the West Australian ‘Wheatbelt’ remains a bastion of this unique and perplexing culture. Even to the untrained eye, what might otherwise constitute a scene of agrarian tranquillity may suddenly burst violently into bloom, laden with the heavy fruits of this strange and warlike race.

 

Though many have attempted to surmise, no-one truly knows precisely whence they came, or why. Their ultimate origin remains forever shrouded in mystery.

 

Perhaps it is therefore unsurprising that the inexorable, Faustian tensions that plague this bucolic people tend to resolve themselves by… complex means.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘In tragic natures, art is the remedy that liberates them from knowledge. Such a person finds life disturbing; it immediately retreats from him like an image, and he finds this disturbed life worth depicting.’
– Nietzsche

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What immense, what protean force could possibly account for the raw vigour, the dangerous audacity of these pastoral Parsifals, who so doggedly pursue their manifest destiny?

 

 

“There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.”
– Goethe

 

 

Truly, this is a culture steeped in riches of every kind, a capitol bedecked with all the lavish bounty of its tributaries…

 

 

… But, at what cost?

 

 
Won’t somebody think of the children?

 


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JCVD

And year 12? You don’t want to go there. By Justaposition.

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In Season Eco Sociopaths

Was trying to construct a tableaux, but failed to connect these two excellent pictures by James N. Let quality be their juxtapositioning, or perhaps their Western Suburbsing. Subiaco and Nedlands. Let’s be grateful the state gummint aren’t eco Derridarians.

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Honour The Flat Cat

Tristan H submits Flat Cat, with the added bonus of  ute with spotlights and Red Rooster rampant. Let me just throw P.’s HONOUR STUDENT!!!! Volvo into the mix. I’ll wager that the honour student insists on being dropped off 5k’s from the school grounds. I have left it clickable for closeup perusal. Both of these seem a little quaint after yesterday’s vehicle, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had featured both before. Rivervale and Fremantle.

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Surely it doesn’t?

It doesn’t does it? Nah, couldn’t be. But on a German car driving past a Becks sign, you need to be ultra careful about your personalised plates. By Turf. Where’s Bag O’ Turnips these days? I want to confirm that there have been 6 million BMWs sold in Perth. 

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Thought for the day – Inside Cover is Crappest ever.

In passing, can I just ask, how has the The West’s Inside Cover, (long a poor man’s The Worst of Perth), become even crappier? Not only do they now have a snoreworthy “On this day” section, but the exquisite banality of a”Thought of The Day” too!”Scots under King James routed? “Modesty is the only bait when you angle for praise.”? Wot fuck? The rest of IC is taken up by poor spelling of accommodation and a hilarious Alston in the “Me no rikey” genre. Guys, this is shitty. Shitty from arsehole to breakfast. Shitty as a baby’s bum. Shittier than the ace of spades. Shittier than two skeletons copulating on a corrugated iron roof. Malcolm Quekket appears to be The Bard, or perhaps the new Winton of shitty. Who would have thought that the action of bringing back Rob Broadfield would be an improvement here?Inside Cover is Shitty Unbelievable. And shitty.

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Silence of the Kids

By Shaun. Myers Cannington. I wonder about Myers sometimes.

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Outrage Sunday 29 the James Street Scrolls

But they did not know the secret of the way things are nor did they understand the things of old and they did not know what would come upon them, so they did not rescue themselves by means of the secret of the way things are…

(* A vanished worst ten days on: the strange writing replaced by a blank Target price-tag…see pics at bottom…dogs baffled).

A thousand years from now scholars and sociologists and counsellors will still be teasing out the meaning of this strange tapestry on James Street, Guildford. In 1947 a simple shepherd found the Dead Sea Scrolls; so it was on a Friday in 2011 a simple gerbalist stumbled upon the James Street Scrolls. The shepherd and DFOC: they both had flocks to tend. And a simple gerbalist cannot hope to decode these texts: BPOP, AMEN, LOCKED DOWN BARNETT, 2PAC. I don’t know what it means, but yea verily it is written.It was my destiny to discover the James Street Scrolls: many moons ago, in a more innocent time (like, before the Internet even) I clambered up into Cave 4 with a couple of other likely lads. How innocent? So innocent we didn’t even leave any boozies. We nearly broke our fucking necks climbing out and back up to the top when it was dark, though.I tell you, we worshipped deeply at the altar of Goldstar and Maccabi when we returned to our lodgings.

Gone:

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Weekend Worstoff 178

By Dave P. Fishing Boat Harbour Fremantle. More of a drawcard than Bon I’d say.
Same Diane as “Nigger Crabs” apparently, a post I can’t find.

According to Vincent B. There’s a piece called The Best of Perth in this year’s Sculpture by The Sea. Which location of SX by sea is this Vincent?
And Rex saw this whimsy in Dunsborough. Hilarious.
And Cimbali hopes many TWOP fans will be at this event.

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