A live debate

I'm getting on my soap box for just a minute.

The Live Export debate has reared its head again this week following the death of more than two hundred and fifty head of cattle en route to Egypt from WA.

http://www.abc.net.au/rural/wa/content/2010/03/s2855150.htm

Five years ago, like most city kids, I knew nothing about the live trade. And despite knowing nothing, if asked, I most likely would have said I opposed it.

Some people will never be convinced that the trade is "right", and that's perfectly reasonable. Everyone's entitled to their opinion.

But wouldn't it be nice if everyone who had an opinion on the live trade had an informed opinion.

Meet my mate Annabelle Coppin. A Pilbara pastoralist, Annabelle won a Nuffield Scholarship and spent most of 2008 investigating and developing a clearer understanding of why it is so important that the live trade continues.

Animal welfare was just one of the issues Annabelle considered.

"There is legitimacy behind some of the pressure from animal interests groups in response to isolated but unacceptable animal welfare practices in the live export supply chain. Changes, even for the better, do not usually eventuate in any human culture without pressure. However, the solution put forward by these groups in response to any of these challenges is to simply ban the live export trade. This is a vision which does not appreciate the thousands of livelihoods involved in the supply chain or the Australian livestock industry’s future contribution to the nation’s economy and responsibility to supply the global market place with food it demands and requires.

Banishing Australian livestock will not magically improve animal welfare and slaughter practices as there is no evidence to support the claim that stopping live exports will have any positive influence on attitudinal change towards global animal welfare."

Check out the rest of Annabelle's report "Sailing ahead - the Australian livestock export trade"

http://www.liveexportcare.com.au/StockmansBlog/Annabelle/AnnabellesBlog.htm

Off me soap box now.

Sabotage

So far this year I have been in the midst of fire and flood (kind of)...all I need now is a famine and I'd have the full compliment.

Then I might actually lose some weight. Lord knows it would be the only way.

Admittedly I did get off to a good start, but I have now come to a big fat stand still.

Why, you ask?

Last week:
Lady issues. Which, if you didn't know fellas, gives the ladies the licence to eat whatever they like, whenever they like in whatever quantity they like.

So on Sunday, lady issues done and dusted, I proclaimed the next ten days would be all about discipline.

Monday:
Perth's worst storm ever, a massive day at work. (This means I'm allowed to eat whatever carb/fat/sugar laden food I can get my hands on.)

Tuesday:
No sleep due to thunder and lightening.
Woken by Woody's alarm 5.30am.
No power. Which, on farm means no water. Armpit/crutch wash with soapy flannel and ice cold water from the fridge. (Power clearly hadn't been out THAT long.)
Wet day, good excuse to wear hot leather boots. Break heel as soon as leave house. Go to Midland Gate.(Which is a separate story all together.)Boot maker cannot fix on spot. No other shoes in car so buy cheap (but real) leather boots from Target.
Back car into concrete post in ABC car park.
Made to feel stupid by Woody.
Kate: "I accidentally scraped the car on the post."
Woody: "Didn't the remote sensors on the car work?"
Kate: "Yes, but I usually just ignore them."
Drive all the way to Joondalup for ONE interview about storm.
Lotto machine in Toodyay broken so no ticket for 20 million draw.

I'm still smiling.

Why?

Goodbye diet, hello wine.

News Kids on the Block

For the last ten years or so I've thought it would be a brilliant idea to get some alpacas. Even when I lived in my little shoe box in Como, and I'd only ever been on one farm (thanks to Large Westlake in Calingiri) I still thought owning some alpacas was an ingenious idea.

Why?

Tess McLeod.

Everything I knew about farming, pre-Woody, I learnt from Tess, Claire and Stevie. Oh don't forget Kate and Jodie.

And Tess McLeod was all about the alpacas.

So after four and a half years of talking up the benefits of alpacas (as stated by Tess McLeod)and dropping hints and sending subliminal messages and demanding a pet alpaca, Woody and his Dad have actually bought some.

I've named them Rocky, Willie and Kenny. (As in Balboa, Nelson and Rogers.)

But you know what Tess failed to mention?

They're arseholes.

The Bingle bingle

I'm sorry, but I do care. No matter how hard I try to ignore it, I want to know. I am hungry for more. Feed me tabloids, feed me. (Maybe I'm confusing my hunger for Bingle gossip, with hunger for carbs?)

It's wrong, oh so wrong, but I'm not just enjoying the Bingle bingle. I have an opinion too. Actually a couple of opinions.

Opinion 1. Michael Clarke should not be given the Australian captaincy. He should, however, be given a cup of cement.

Opinion 2. Lara Bingle is not very bright. Brendan Fevola. Max Markson. The SCG. John Ibrahim. Allegedly.

Opinion 3. Lara Bingle is young. Young people make mistakes. (Lord knows I've made plenty.) But sadly for the luscious Lara, mistakes that denigrate the reputation of Australian cricketers are the worst kind of mistake you can make in this country. Messing with an Australian cricketer that most people are particularly fond of is particularly unforgivable.

Because that's why the public's so outraged at the Bingle bingle.

Right?

It's got nothing to do with the enjoyment we mere mortals get at seeing a pretty, thin, rich model-girl squirm.

Right?

AC/DC revival

What a show. Last night's AC/DC concert at Subiaco Oval was a thrill on so many levels. Of course there was the music, and while I'm no expert nor critic, I know what I like. I didn't like last nights performance. I LOVED it.

But there was so much more to the concert than the music.

I LOVED Everything about it. Even the girls up the front who flashed their boobs on the big screen. I even loved the girls with yucky pointy saggy boobs. Those girls were just so happy and excited, it was hard not to be happy and excited too.

I loved that so many people from so many walks of life, from so many socio-economic backgrounds, with so many diverse political beliefs, so many different values, so many different morals and so many different tattoos could come together for a common cause. (I especially loved that the diverse bunch came together in the Western suburbs. Something nice about that don't you think?)

The highlight of the night? I'm finding it hard to choose between Dirty Deeds, Thunderstruck and Highway to Hell.

Low light? The bloke in front of me who vomited in his beer cup during the third song, then proceeded to drink from it.

All part of life's rich tapestry.