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Sunday, April 30, 2006

Fare thee well and rest in peace, JKG


Miss Eagle is saddened.
One of her heroes of long and mighty valour is dead.
economist, teacher, social scientist and commentator.
My heart mourns your passing
but celebrates your contribution to life.

As Miss Eagle has mentioned before, in these days, when the irrationality and value ignorance of economic rationalism has come to dominate almost every sphere of daily economic life across the globe, many sneer at Galbraithean economic ideas and ideals. But John Kenneth Galbraith's words have always demanded an audience. In these days when so many influential people appear to know the price of everything and the value of nothing, John Kenneth Galbraith inserted a practical and intelligent voice into the darkness of the dominance of the dollar.

Miss Eagle has two particular fondnesses which have been very useful in daily life: Galbraith's theory of countervailing power which he expressed in American Capitalism and the two sector economy posited in Economics and the Public Purpose.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Guns for hire - with logistical back-up


Miss Eagle is upset - in case you haven't noticed, dear reader - about selling off the assets of Australian taxpayers. Miss Eagle is against the sale of Medibank Private. But there is a worse case of privatisation abroad in the world - and there would be few countries unaffected by it. That is the privatisation of the military.

More than 5 million soldiers were discharged across the world between 1987-1994, according to Henry Sanchez of Rutgers University. Professional soldiers, suddenly unemployed in a hostile civilian environment, chose to earn their livings in the way they best knew. They took up employment as "soldiers of fortune" (mercenaries) or went to work for "security" companies and corporations.

For some companies, security is just that: but probably at a more sophisticated and professional level. For others, it is a euphemism for military activity: at the very least, security activity formerly undertaken by professional soldiers; at the utmost, full-blown military activity.

Private armies for hire have proliferated. Executive Outcomes acted in Sierra Leone, Congo, and Angola, Sandline International in Sierra Leone and Papua New Guinea (Australians will remember how they were chased out of PNG), DynCorp in Colombia, Haiti, Kosovo, and Bosnia and currently in Oceania and MPRI in Bosnia, Croatia, Kosovo, and Macedonia. Aviation Development Corporation flies surveillance planes for the CIA. Its involvement was revealed when, in Peru, it misidentified a civilian light plane, carrying Christian missionaries, as carrying narcotics. It was shot down by the Peruvian air force. Blackwater USA is active in Iraq.

"Private Military Companies" or PMCs are known by a variety of phrases and euphemisms. They are "Military Firms", "Military Service Providers" (MSPs), "Privatized Military Firms" (PMFs), "Transnational Security Corporations" (TSCs), "security contractors", or simply "new mercenaries". Yet all these are woven from the same cloth.

In the United Kingdom and Australia the concept of national defence has undergone change. Britain's public-private partnership dubbed the "Private Finance Initiative" revolves around "paying privately for the defence we cannot afford publicly". Thus, transport planes, ships, trucks, training, and accommodation - may all be on long term leases from private firms. In Australia, civilians are carrying out a significant proportion of what were formerly military duties.

Then there are the major corporations that provide logistical support to military operations. The most famous of these is Halliburton (US Vice President Dick Cheney formerly its CEO and, as USVP, maintains a highly significant foreign relations staff) and its subsidiary, Kellogg Brown Root.

Halliburton and KBR are active in Australia. Some of their work is quite public, the Alice Springs to Darwin Railway, for instance. Some is not so public. However, a visit to their website and a check of their office locations when matched with military bases across Australia is an interesting exercise. As someone once said to me, you can get off a little plane in the middle of the night in some far flung corner of the globe and, if it is a place with oil, gold or diamonds, the first person to meet you when you alight is a man in a Stetson with a gun on his hip. That's the man from KBR.

Miss Eagle is not only concerned about the privatisation of war when national standing armies seem unable to recruit at the levels they would like. Miss Eagle has two other concerns. First concern is that limited military resources might once have driven governments to think of alternatives to war. Availability of "guns for hire" has implications for the instability of peace. Second concern is that, as politicians deal with the constantly enriched and enriching PMCs, there is increased opportunity for political and corporate corruption.

Miss Eagle doesn't think that "The Manchurian Candidate", the story of vested interest governing or owing a vice-presidential candidate, was remade simply for entertainment. The denouement of the recent remake was a venture into the fantastic. Miss Eagle thinks this was because a less incredible ending would have clearly made the story too close to its American home - and a high ranking individual may have been able to interfere with its release.

And if you want to think of links between military and political hawks and politicians, I give you the case of Kim Beazley, Australia's Leader of the Opposition. Now Kim is Opposition Leader second time around. The Australian Labor Party is not travelling too well. When Labor was in Government, Beazley was Minister for Defence. He kicked along Australia's participation in the international arms trade and was known for his collection of war toys displayed in his office. Not for nothing is he known as 'Bomber Beazley'.

Now move forward to Beazley becoming Leader second time around. The Americans were frenzied. They were terrified that Mark Latham might become Prime Minister - but they didn't want him as leader of a major political party either. The ALP thrashed around for a leader - and turned to Beazley. Beazley visited the USA and renewed some acquaintances in the political-military establishment there. So it was, with a sigh of relief from Washington DC, that Beazley became leader. And then a strange thing unfolded.

During the first period as Leader, Howard, Costello, and Abbott used to have a field day referring to Beazley's ticker. But, do you notice, during this second leadership, there is little or no reference to Beazley's ticker even from attack dog Abbott? Miss Eagle has a view on this. It is now beyond doubt that Howard's opponent is a good friend of Howard's good friend. So we mustn't be impolite and insult the friend of our friend, must we. And, have no doubt about it, Beazley is there by permission - U.S. permission.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Peril of hope


This poem, by Robert Frost, is because my thoughts are with Denis and his challenge.

PERIL OF HOPE
It is right in there
Betwixt and between
The orchard bare
And the orchard green,
When the boughs are right
In a flowery burst
Of pink and white,
That we fear the worst.
For there's not a clime
But at any cost
Will take that time
For a night of frost.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Forty-two


Denis has gone off to the most strenuous part of his challenge with a cheery "So long and thanks for all the fish." As I have commented to Denis, this is a bit much. We haven't shared a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster yet.

Monday, April 24, 2006

The Spirit of Anzac in the struggle for Peace


It is ANZAC Day tomorrow. Now Miss Eagle has seen more Anzac Days than she cares to acknowledge. She has done Dawn Services, Parades, Church Parades with the ultimate being back in 2001 when Miss Eagle and her sister did the Dawn Service at the War Memorial in Canberra.

This year I am not feeling up to any of this.

Miss Eagle's family have done their bit - Gallipoli, France, Malaya, Borneo, MacArthur's return to the Phillilpines, Coastwatching in New Guinea, Occupation Troops in Japan, Korea. As well, there is Uncle Jack - the war historian. No males went to Vietnam but Miss Eagle thought long and hard about war in this period and became a pacifist. Miss Eagle is not anti-Defence Forces and, if she was to become the Benevolent Dictator of Australia (BDA for short), there would still be an Army, Navy, and Air Force - if only to help out in cyclones and floods. As BDA, Miss Eagle supports policing type military actions such as East Timor and Cambodia and various UN Peacekeeping missions.

But Miss Eagle is feeling war-weary.

She believes in the solemnity and sacredness of Anzac Day: remembering the fallen and those who have gone before and honouring their service to the Nation. What wearies Miss Eagle is that we do not seem to learn. Australia is still going off to battles that are initiated by others and serves a foreign purpose more than Australia's own. In short, when are we going to turn the commemorative ideal around that focuses on fishing the bodies out of the water and, in addition, focus on stopping the bodies going in.

Miss Eagle does not want to politicise the Spirit of Anzac - but when can we have a national day in which we work towards Peace, highlight Peace and Peaceworkers, and seek to understand, strategise for and glorify Peace? When?

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Beloved writing

One of the most valued books on Miss Eagle's bookshelves is A Testament of Devotion by Quaker writer, Thomas R Kelly. So well does Miss Eagle regard this work that she puts it right up there beside the oldest book on spirituality in the English language, The Cloud of Unknowing. The slim devotional volume, published posthumously, comprises a biographical memoir of Kelly by his friend Douglas V Steere and five essays. The titles of the essays lead one to consider the integral experience, values and outcomes of the devoted life. They are:


  • The Light Within
  • Holy Obedience
  • The Blessed Community
  • The Eternal Now and Social Concern
  • The Simplification of Life

At the beginning of the fourth essay are three sentences which might be of interest to readers of this blog.

There is an experience of the Eternal breaking into time, which transforms all life into a miracle of faith and action. Unspeakable, profound, and full of glory as an inward experience, it is the root of concern for all creation, the true ground of social endeavor. This inward Life and the outward Concern are truly one whole.

        Saturday, April 22, 2006

        Via Crucis at BMW Edge


        Miss Eagle is searching for words to describe what she experienced last night at BMW Edge at Federation Square. Via Crucis: Stations of the Cross, a choral work by Brenton Broadstock, was presented and performed by Australian Contemporary Chorale.

        This was not a static event. Stations used not only voice - but minimal costume, movement, lighting, image, percussion and textile to bring to life and give contemporary meaning to an ancient reflection on events surrounding Jesus as he went to his crucifixion, death, and resurrection. Miss Eagle was so impressed, so caught up in the reverie and mystique portrayed, that it was only with great difficulty that her hands came together to join in the applause at the conclusion.

        Originally, in ancient days, the Stations were performed in Rome to recall sad events that happened in another place. To bring this to remembrance, Broadstock's friend, Rome-based British artist Justin Bradshaw, produced a scene for each of the fourteen stations which were displayed for viewing as one entered the seating area. These paintings are reprinted in the program.

        As one waited for the performance to begin, images were presented above the performance pit to remind us of those who stood up and spoke out to see wrongs righted. The images included Koiki Mabo, Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Emmeline Pankhurst, and Mother Teresa.

        Two women need to take credit for the overall production. First is Hildy Essex who is the founder of the Australian Contemporary Chorale (previously known as the Melbourne Composition Choir) and its conductor. The Chorale's aim is to become the premier choir performing original Australian composition. The second is Jeannie Marsh. Jeannie's influence took this performance from chorale rendition into dramatic performance. The voices of Sam Qualtrough (tenor soloist) and Jane Hendry (soprano soloist) were a delight and brought richness and colour to the performance.

        At the conclusion of the evening, Jon Cleary, the Australian religious broadcasters and commentator, launched the Chorale's CD, Stations.

        And back to BMW Edge. From the seating, the audience looks across the Performance Pit, through the majesty of steel and glass, to the Yarra shimmering darkly under the city lights. Miss Eagle knows of only one better venue. It too sits beside water shimmering darkly at night under city lights - but at Bennelong Point.

        Friday, April 21, 2006

        With you, Denis

        A good friend of The Eagle's Nest, Denis Wilson, is facing a personal challenge at the moment. Mention of it is woven into his beautiful blog, The Nature of Robertson. Denis loves this planet, especially that part of it around his home at Robertson in the Southern Highlands of New South Wales. At the moment, he is not at home. His challenge is happening in our national capital in a Canberra hospital. Please direct kind thoughts, positive energy, prayers and an angel or two to Denis. And, Denis, some flowers for you.

        Missing in action

        Miss Eagle spent a month battling a health problem only to be thrown out of the main game this week by the dreaded lurgi. Back soon!

        Monday, April 17, 2006

        Howard of The Overflow

        This revised version of Clancy of the Overflow has been sent toMiss Eagle by her good friend,
        (With apologies to A.B. 'Banjo' Paterson and to Clancy.
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        I had written him a letter, which I had, for want of better
        Knowledge, sent to where I met him at the wheat board, years ago.
        He was chairman when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him
        Just on spec, to make the point that "Howard doesn't want to know".
        And an e-mail came directed, not entirely unexpected (And I think the same was written in some Middle Eastern bar).
        'Twas his CEO who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:"Trevor Flugge's gone to Baghdad, and we don't know where he are.
        "But when he left Australia, he was going to meet with Alia,
        "A trucking mob in Jordan, who were keen to grease the wheels.
        "For 10 percent commission, they could swing Saddam's permission
        "To get our wheat accepted; it's the mother of all deals.
        "But I guarantee, Prime Minister, that there's nothing at all sinister.
        "The chaps at DFAT told us that the sums looked quite okay.
        "When you're selling wheat in billions, what's a quick 300 million?"
        If it keeps the Nationals happy, it's a tiny price to pay.
        "Sitting here at Kirribilli, I've been thinking, willy-nilly,
        That it's somehow reminiscent of the children overboard:
        But I can handle Rudd and Beazley, as I always do, quite easily
        By endlessly protesting that there's nothing untoward.
        I'll tell Bush next time I meet him at The White House, when I greet him,
        That I'm sure he'll understand about the wheat board's quid pro quo.
        He'll forgive this minor error in the global war on terror
        When I look him in the eye and tell him Howard didn't know.

        Sunday, April 16, 2006

        Laughing with the Resurrection

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        Resurrexit!
        He is risen!
        He is risen, indeed!
        Anyone who makes a person laugh
        Opens heaven to him.
        Anyone who is patient with another
        Gives him future.
        Anyone who accepts a person
        As he himself is accepted by Christ
        Loosens his tongue for life’s hymn of praise
        Let us go out from our customs and our habits
        And learn to hope from the Bible.
        Let us go out
        And cross the frontiers
        So that we may infect life with hope.
        Let us ignore the barriers,
        And look only to the One who breaks them down.
        He is risen.
        Jesus is risen indeed.
        Blessed be the Lord for ever and ever.


        Jurgen Moltmann, The Power of the Powerless

        Saturday, April 15, 2006

        Zhivago 2 - Mary Magdalene, a true apostle

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        Mary Magdalen by He Qi, China

        Miss Eagle is always stunned at how people view Mary Magdalene - and the extremes of those views to the extent that one has to wonder if they are talking about the same person. What has always peeved Miss Eagle though is her own view that the capital 'C' church has been so easily dismissive of Mary. Mary was there with the twelve but is never considered an apostle.

        Yet Mary, in womanly fashion, provided nurture and resources for the work of Jesus. She made so much so possible. But above all where Miss Eagle is peeved to the limit is that Mary Magdalene was the first bearer of the good news of the resurrection, yet for 2000 years the capital 'C' church - with only very recent exceptions - has forbidden women the preaching of the good news officially within the its services. For Miss Eagle, Mary Magdalene is a true Apostle. She resourced the ministry of Jesus. She was constant during his crucifixion and did not go to pieces or to flight like the majority of the male Apostles. She was there to discover the empty tomb. In fact, that's the thing. She was there. She was constant. She was there for the action and there to pick up the pieces. A truly female story. One that many men never get!

        MARY MAGDALENE
        II

        Before the Festival comes the spring cleaning;
        Away from the crowd,
        With myrrh from a little pail
        I wash your most pure feet.

        I feel for the sandals and cannot find them.
        I see nothing through my tears
        And the strands of my hair
        Cover my eyes like a veil.

        I have planted your feet on the hem of my skirt, Jesus.
        I have watered them with my tears, I have wound them round
        With a string of beads from my neck,
        I have cloaked them in my hair.

        I see the future in detail
        As though you had stopped it.
        At this moment I am able to prophesy
        With the foresight of a Sibyl.

        To-morrow the veil of the temple will be torn,
        We will huddle together in a little group, apart
        And the earth will sway under our feet,
        Perhaps out of pity for me.

        The columns of the guards will re-form
        And the horsemen will ride away.
        Like a windspout in a storm, the cross above my head
        Will strain towards the sky,

        And I will fall at its feet,
        Silent and dazed biting my lips.
        Your arms will spread out to the ends of the cross
        To embrace too many.

        For whom in all the world
        Is your embrace so wide,
        For whom so much torment,
        So much power?

        In all the world
        Are there so many souls?
        So many lives?
        So many villages, rivers and woods?

        Those three days will pass
        But they will push me down into such emptiness
        That in the frightening interval
        I shall grow up to the Resurrection.
        From Dr Zhivago by Boris Pasternak translated from the Russian by Max Hayward and Manya Harari. The Harvill Press, London, 1996

        Friday, April 14, 2006

        Good Friday - a crucial meditation


        ...Misner walked away from the pulpit, to the rear wall of the church. There he stretched, reaching up until he was able to unhook the cross that hung there. He carried it then, past the empty choir stall, past the organ where Kate sat, the chair where Pulliam was, on to the podium and held it before him for all to see – if only they would. See what was certainly the first sign any human anywhere had made: the vertical line; the horizontal one. Even as children, they drew it with their fingers in snow, sand or mud; they laid it down as sticks in dirt; arranged it from bones on frozen tundra and broad savannas; as pebbles on riverbanks; scratched it on cave walls and outcroppings from Nome to South Africa. Algonquin and Laplanders, Zulu and Druids – all had a finger memory of this original mark. The circle was not first, nor was the parallel or the triangle. It was this mark, this, that lay underneath every other. This mark, rendered in the placement of facial features. This mark of a standing human figure poised to embrace. Remove it, as Pulliam had done, and Christianity was like any and every religion in the world: a population of supplicants begging respite from begrudging authority; harried believers ducking fate or dodging everyday evil; the weak negotiating a doomed trek through the wilderness; the sighted ripped of light and thrown into the perpetual dark of choicelessness. Without this sign, the believer’s life was confined to praising God and taking the hits. The praise was credit, the hits were interest due on a debt that could never be paid. Or, as Pulliam put it, no one knew when he had “graduated”. But with it, in the religion in which this sign was paramount and foundational, well life was a whole other matter.
        from Paradise by Nobel Laureate Toni Morrison, Alfred A Knopf, NY, 1998, pp 145-147

        Thursday, April 13, 2006

        Zhivago 1 - Remembrance, bread, wine, friends.

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        At Jesus's last meal with His friends
        he asked us to do what He did
        and remember Him with bread, wine, and friends.

        Miss Eagle fell in love with Boris Pasternak at the age of 17. She read his most famous work, Dr Zhivago - a wonderful novel whose prose reads like sheer poetry. This very Russian story covers the Russia of World War I and the Revolution. It is a novel of great spirituality reflecting the Orthodox beliefs that permeate, in spite of the efforts of Lenin and Stalin et alia, the world of eastern Europe. Tucked away in the back of the novel, under the title Zhivago's Poems, is a collection or cycle of 25 poems. Miss Eagle asks you to make yourself quiet and comfortable and take this poem from that cycle as a meditation for this day of remembrance, Holy Thursday.


        GETHSEMANE
        From Zhivago’s Poems

        The turn of the road was lit
        By the unconcerned shimmer of distant stars.
        The road circled the Mount of Olives;
        Beneath it flowed the Kedron.

        The field tailed off
        Into the Milky Way.
        Grey-haired olive trees tried to walk the air
        Into the distance.

        Across the way was a vegetable garden.
        Leaving his disciples outside the enclosure,
        He said to them: ‘My soul is sorrowful unto death,
        Stay here and watch with me.’

        Unresisting he renounced
        Like borrowed things
        Omnipotence and the power to work miracles;
        Now he was mortal like ourselves.

        The night was a kingdom of annihilation,
        Of non-being,
        The whole world seemed uninhabited,
        And only this garden was a place for the living.

        He gazed into the black abyss,
        Empty, without beginning or end.
        Sweating blood, he prayed to his Father
        That this cup of death should pass him by.

        Having tamed his agony with prayer
        He went out through the garden gate.
        There, overcome by drowsiness,
        The disciples lay slumped in the grass.

        He woke them: ‘God has granted you to live in my time,
        And you loll about like this…
        The hour of the Son of Man has struck,
        He will deliver himself into the hands of sinners.’

        Hardly had he spoke when from who knows where
        A rabble of slaves and thieves appeared
        With torches and knives
        And in front of them Judas with his traitor’s kiss.

        Peter resisted the murderers,
        Struck off an ear with his sword.
        ‘Steel cannot decide a quarrel’, he heard:
        ‘Put back your sword in its scabbard.

        ‘Could not my Father send a host
        Of winged legions to defend me?
        Then no hair of my head would be touched,
        The enemy would scatter and leave no trace.

        ‘But the book of life has reached the page
        Which is the most precious of all holy things.
        What has been written must be fulfilled.
        Let it be so. Amen.

        ‘You see, the passage of the centuries is like a parable
        And catches fire on its way.
        In the name of its terrible majesty
        I shall go freely, through torment, down to the grave.

        ‘And on the third day I shall rise again.
        Life rafts down a river, like a convoy of barges,
        The centuries will float to me out of the darkness.
        And I shall judge them.’

        From Dr Zhivago by Boris Pasternak translated from the Russian by Max Hayward and Manya Harari. The Harvill Press, London, 1996

        Is that the sound of a passing buck whistling on by?

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        Prime Minister John Howard appeared at the Cole Inquiry this morning and it appears to have been a damp squib affair. Any Australian who thinks its government is astute, on-the-ball, accountable and transparent has surely been proved wrong in evidence given to the Cole Inquiry by Howard, Downer and Vaile. While Miss Eagle does not wish to prejudge Cole's findings, she does not have great confidence. AWB is almost certain to bear the brunt of any findings with the likelihood of the distant and uninvolved (as far as the Cole Inquiry has been concerned) UN getting some opprobrium. As Mike Steketee says, "if no minister is to be held to account, that points to something very rotten in our system of government. "

        Miss Eagle believes that time is an element that is frequently discounted. The three ministers along with Commissioner Cole and Counsel Assisting the Inquiry, John Agius SC, have their actions or lack of action exposed through this Inquiry. Miss Eagle likes the old Buddhist saying -"you may forget your actions, but your actions don't forget you".

        Wednesday, April 12, 2006

        David Hicks: a step closer to justice or a step away from it?

        The Court of Appeal in the United Kingdom has to-day dismissed a Home Office appeal against the granting of citizenship to David Hicks. Miss Eagle has written about Hicks's situation here, here, and here. The Home office has still two further opportunities of appeal. The first is an appeal to the House of Lords which requires the approval of the Court of Appeal to proceed. If this appeal fails, the Home Office may choose to petition directly the House of Lords. So David Hicks remains in limbo in respect of being granted British citizenship and being removed from the possibility of being sent before the kangaroo court known as a military commission.

        Kevin Rudd: rust-proof, high-yielding and red?

        ...and while there's mention of Kevin Rudd and the scandalous behaviour of AWB, Miss Eagle has uncovered a little known fact. AWB has listed an interesting variety of wheat with the name of Rudd. In the great and historic tradition of Australian wheat, it has great resistance to rust and is high yielding. It is a red feed quality grain and a dual purpose winter wheat for grazing as well as grain production. It is suitable for the high rainfall regions of VIC, TAS, NSW, QLD, SA, WA which means it should steer clear of dryland marginals.

        Tuesday, April 11, 2006

        Downer: perjury, misleading or fiddling the truth?

        Kevin Rudd says that Alexander Downer has denied reading a cable in relation to the AWB oil-for-food scandal which he formerly admitted, in Parliament, to reading. More information please, Kevin. Miss Eagle wants to know did Downer mislead Parliament or did he commit perjury at the Cole Inquiry? It may not be proper to ask if he is fiddling with the truth.

        Downer: Innate, primate, or Sergeant Schultz.

        Are they born this way? Or is it a learned response? Y'know Governance 101 - Subtitle: See no evil, hear no evil, read no evil. Or is it just too much television: the Sergeant Schultz response - I know noth-ing. And it appears it is not just Alexander Downer, Australia's Minister for Foreign Affairs with responsibility for matters relating to the UN and the oil-for-food scandal, but all those bureaucrats in the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade. Whichever way it becomes ingrained into political and bureaucratic personnel, we have seen the art form at work before - in the Children Overboard affair.

        And the one time the Department queried anything, they asked AWB if they did it and they said no. What thorough-going investigators they are! Police don't take a suspect's word for it that they are innocent. Immigration officers don't take new arrivals' words that they are genuine refugees and asylum seekers. But the word is taken of a corporation whose personnel support the incumbent government when it denies breaching international law and indulges in breaches of Australian corporate law. What a difference a white collar and designer tie makes!

        The next questions are - who reads and actions memos? How would they know if their houses were on fire?

        Vaile sells out Australia's integrity, Australia's good name

        What price can be put on integrity, reputation, and good name? They are priceless. Once integrity is besmirched, reputation downgraded, and a good name has become a byword, it is difficult - in fact, well nigh impossible - to make up the ground that has been lost. So it is with Australia following the AWB bribes and kickbacks to Saddam Hussein's regime. Australians have been and are shamed by the actions of AWB's gun-totin' cowboys - gun-totin' cowboys who were buoyed with the confidence of Australia's Howard Government.

        Australia's Deputy Prime Minister, Mark Vaile, made that quite clear in his evidence to the Cole Inquiry yesterday. He didn't read the cables. He didn't ride shotgun on his department. He didn't double-check with his department. He didn't require an investigation to be carried out into the probity of AWB. He bought the flim-flam lock, stock and smoking barrel and then he dished it out - through the Ambassador - vouching for AWB with the solid backing of Australia's integrity, Australia's good name, Australia's reputation.

        Read Mark Vaile in his own words here.