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Dingo Pest Control

Western Queensland sheep farmers are suffering high stock losses from dingo or wild dog attacks. Some are changing to cattle, as the bigger animals are more able to defend themselves, but even cattle farmers are complaining about dog packs taking down calves. There is serious talk of extending the famous dingo fence, which borders SA in a dog-leg (oh yeah!) shaped barrier.

Meantime, eight academics have proposed that we could improve land management of national parks and elsewhere by laterally applying scientific knowledge. By thinking about environments to change pastoral & agricultural practices. For example, guns and poison have not solved problems with pest animals. They suggest that in some areas the best weapon is the dingo, with research showing that it strongly controls fox, goat and kangaroo populations.

“Dingoes are an unrelenting and ultimately free service”, say the experts. How interesting, to think differently about the iconic (that old favourite!) dingo. And maybe the science and our custodianship of the WBL would head in the same direction if we decided to drastically reduce sheep populations, which have done such a great job of decimating Australia’s topsoils over the last 200 years. I’m not sure cattle are the answer though. Environmental challenges are complex, and need ecological thinking. Meanwhile, don’t denigrate the dingo!

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Kitchen Rules

Gosh, time flies when you’re entertained by political giants Julia and Tony doing their ‘I’m gunna rip your throat out’ routine and other pathetic attempts at boosting their terminally low polls. Now Tony flips seamlessly from rottweiler to statesman-in-waiting and the punters are again treated as mugs. Speaking of punters, add in doses of Barangaroo buffoonery from Junior Packer about his proposed casino and ever-smiling Tom Watercloset making football like horse racing. And you see why national affairs have been beyond ridicule and satire.

So for a few months KC staff has been taking a well-earned and unannounced sabbatical. Oh, and by the way, our sustained campaign against the Australian war in Afghanistan has finally cut through with the PM acknowledging our contribution to shedding light on this misguided adventure. Not! But check for yourself by reading KC analysis over several years and you’ll see that the futility of Australia’s intervention and sacrifice is finally coming home to roost as we head for the Afghanistan exit already clogged with our allies. If you’re sceptical about history repeating itself, read William Dalrymple’s new book.

During the break we did some serious cocooning (remember that voguish term of yore) in the Kookynie family home, and spent time smelling the desert peas. After an overdose of TV renos programs we decided to indulge in a modest and sustainable kitchen make-over. Made from 100% recyclable materials and architect-free, it’s already the envy of Kookynie’s other three residents, which of course is the whole point. Anyway, enjoy, whatever, like…..you know!

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Jesus & Capitalism

During this post-Christmas period, before Easter, is a good time to reflect on Christ’s teachings. It will come as no surprise to regular KC readers that this will challenge some cosy religious beliefs. ‘Sabbath economics’ tries to explain what Jesus said about capitalism, particularly wealth and its re-distribution, and how his teachings have been misinterpreted over the years. A summary of these revelations by Ross Gittins last Easter is recommended reading.

Conscription: A Memoir

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Historians and fans of the Whitlam government have been commemorating the 40th anniversary of its election. In December 1972, Gough and his deputy Lance Barnard certainly hit the ground running, as the expression goes, operating as a duumvirate for two weeks while they sorted out the other cabinet appointments. During this time our new PM announced formal recognition of China, and also a very pertinent decision for your KC non-war correspondent, which warrants a moment of personal reflection.

In 1964, in the grip of Cold War paranoia, the Menzies government had introduced National Service for 20 year old males to be inducted for two years into the army and three years in the reserves. The following year it extended call-up provisions to allow conscripts to be sent overseas to fight, which had only been allowed in Australia once before - in 1943 as the country faced a direct threat. During WWI the issue of conscription divided the nation, but this time the supine, post WWII population copped it sweet. And sure enough in 1966 conscripts or ‘nashos’ were sent to fight in the Vietnam War of Liberation, on the wrong side. One hundred & eighty-five of them died as a result.

The almost comical innovation in the modern draft was the selection mechanism, as they didn’t need to take everybody: the birthdays of all 20 year olds were put on marbles in a lottery barrel, I kid you not, and the unlucky bastards’ dates were randomly picked out like on a bad TV variety show, with only one crap prize. Having probably never bought a lottery ticket in my life, POH nevertheless won it.  Funnily enough I’ve forgotten the odds of being drawn, but it was a 25% chance in my round of the 16 bi-annual ballots. The final 5 draws were indeed broadcast on that new-fangled device, television. The original barrel and marbles today reside in the National Archives.

As a university student call-up was deferred whilst my studies continued, and serendipitously a three year degree extended to four in 1972. After much thought about this whole war scenario, I registered as a conscientious objector, which meant arguing in court your conscientious beliefs against war. My father wasn’t happy when he heard that I’d done it without consulting him, but I reckoned that’s what consciences were for, to search them yourself. I thought of draft evasion too, but wasn’t attracted to any resistance groups. Serious serendipity overtook events this month forty years ago when Gough struck down the conscription laws ‘forthwith’ in that first busy week of government. All national service obligations were null and void and my court case was never scheduled. I was a free man, just when the conscription machinery and courts would have come for me.

I’ve had a soft spot for Gough since then, although I never forgave him turning a blind eye to the Indonesian invasion of east Timor, which in 1970 as Portuguese Timor had been my first foreign country on the way to Bali during uni holidays. In January 1973 I took off to Bali again, and the wilds of SE Asia for a year or so, with my precious savings and freedom intact. The past is a strange country, eh?

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Viva El Presidente!

The President of Uruguay is a daggy 77 year old, full of beans and common sense. To say that Jose Mujica lives modestly is an understatement, as he eschews the usual trappings and luxury of the country’s highest post. And he speaks of the world’s central problem with conviction and simple wisdom. An inspiring figure from outside our anglo-saxon universe indeed! His name is of Spanish Basque origin, meaning place of ferns. Ferns symbolise solitude, sincerity and humility. Mujica’s koru (to mix in a maori metaphor) has definitely unfurled, expressing the inter-connectedness of people and resources.

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How to be German

In the multicultural Wide Brown Land we are of course accustomed to all sorts of New Orstralians refreshing our narrow gene pool, including those of the Germanic persuasion. As one of the Olde Worlde’s founding tribes they’ve brought us lots of energy and ideas, particularly early in the Barossa valley growing grapes and making wine. Cultural mingling has also enriched the lives of those experiencing close-up the charming customs of this unique people. And back in the fatherland, the expat anglo (saxon?) has an acute opportunity to reflect on what is involved in being German, and here is an excellent guide. For those oblivious to Germanity, you may prefer the preceding story about Chinese peccadilloes. KC’s non-discrimination editorial policy means that we pick on everybody.

Chinese Concupiscence

Our major trading partner has special vices. Naturally I’m thrilled that we export masses of coal and iron ore to China, so they can make steel and stuff to send back to our clever country. That’s what economists call comparative advantage, which drives world trade, and that’s what you get when China does manufacturing much cheaper than us (generating heaps of greenhouse gases too). And, selling Cubbie Station, our biggest agricultural property, with a huge appetite for water for cotton growing at the headwaters of the Murray-Darling basin, to Chinese state-owned corporations makes perfect sense too. Particularly as Federal and State governments finally agree to rehabilitate our main river system. We are compliant partners indeed of Chinese trade and investment.

The drastic environmental impacts of China’s industrialisation were canvassed by Ross Gittins recently in a review of the government’s white paper on the Asian Century. The burgeoning affluence of its vast, emerging middle class also poses serious threats to wild animal populations. Decoration and so-called traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) are dramatically depleting them world-wide for use in objects or concoctions. TCM uses 1,000 plants and 36 animal species, including  endangered tiger, rhinoceros, giant salamander (world’s largest amphibian). Asiatic bear and Saiga antelope are used in herbal tea, and rhino horns to treat fevers & delirium. Black bear bile is harvested to make cures for liver ailments & headaches.

Ivory now has a street value of $1000 per pound in Beijing, and China is the epicentre of demand, without which it would dry up. The tusks of a single elephant are equivalent to ten times annual income in many African countries. Seizures of illegal ivory in 2011 totalled 39 tons, or 4000 dead elephants. Garamba National Park in north-east Congo (DRC) once had an elephant herd of 20,000, reduced to 2,800 in 2011 and maybe 2,400 this year. The rare northern white rhino horn is now worth $30,000 per pound, more than gold, so imagine its inevitable fate. Rhinos number less than 3,000 in Africa and 2,000 in India & Indonesia

The world’s oceans are also plundered, from common sea cucumbers (beche de mer), shark fins and endangered sea horse to giant manta rays. The ray’s gill rakers are thin filaments that filter food from water, and are believed by TCM users to boost immune systems, cure chickenpox and even cancer. They fetch $250 per kg. The global population of manta rays has declined 30% and is vulnerable to extinction.

Against this background it’s grossly ironic that we now have scientific evidence about the ingredients of TCM concoctions, which shows that they are also laced with toxins and heavy metals, along with endangered species. A heady Chinese cocktail indeed! The rapacious pillaging of our remaining wildlife for dubious ends makes it doubly tragic. Chinese concupiscence combines several deadly sins, and will end badly for humans and wild animals alike.

Thinking global and acting local, Kookynie is fighting back. To safeguard the world’s sting rays, after the inevitable extinction of manta rays, Kookynie Aquarium has instituted a ground-breaking conservation program. Yeah, we had to dig out the creek a bit, and add some salt to the water to make it more oceanic, but the little rays have grown big and healthy. Naturally KC is a major sponsor, and the editor helps with feeding. No exports to China here!

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