by Mary W Maxwell, PhD, LLB
How did Australia get to where she is today? I’ll play-act three scenes here of some 1990s “planning meetings.” The setting for this is a foreign land. I’ll pretend I am the boss, giving out assignments for an event to take place in Port Arthur, Tasmania in 1996.
1990: “Have a Look at Australia”
Men, we need you to go down there and pick a spot where we can do a disaster. There was already a rehearsal in Melbourne in 1987, so the people have an idea of what these things look like. Aussies can be a bit hard to arouse. So we’ll try for 50 deaths all on one day in a dramatic setting.
We’ve trained some of the natives to do whatever we need. We might use the island state of Tasmania. Our partners in Tavistock have a 23-year-old child fodder there who could serve as the fall guy. We’ll have to knock off his father — something plausible, maybe suicide by drowning.
The election system for politicians Down Under is controlled by a two-party system of which one party, Labor, has so-called “party discipline.” So we only need to control a few of their leaders, maybe even only one. At the moment a deputy prime minister named Paul Keating looks good.
We can move someone else in if we prefer. There’s almost no political sophistication in the electorate. Oz is a nanny state.
The police are corrupt and that is openly acknowledged at the Wood “Royal Commission” hearings. Deaths in custody are well tolerated; the NGO’s know how to keep the justice sentiment running quietly for as long as necessary. Not to mention the dear old Guardian.
Next Meeting, 1993
Good job, we’ve got our location for the Ozzie thing. On the same day it occurs, there will be a nearby conference for media people from around the world. CNN is going to be in charge. The theme will have to be “lone madman.” Oz has no experience that would justify any fear of Muslim stuff – so far.
Local point men have organized a horde of surgeons, helicopters, and embalmers. Grief counselors will go in and find out if any locals noticed anything they shouldn’t have noticed.
Some of the casualties are going to be senior citizen tourists from US and Canada, if we can do the action on a boat.
That boy’s father has been dealt with. The boy’s name is Martin B, he’s about 26. He inherited his lady-friend’s money in a well-organized car-crash situation. We’ll get the state legislature down there to create a way to grab that money legally and pass it to our helpers.
Have you made sure to keep the militarization of the police out of the headlines? Good. We’ll add in a hostage-type crisis, since that triggers “federal involvement.” Love it.
Our guys have been in Canberra, the national capital for years. We own quite some real estate in the middle of the country, too, where the Australian public may not set foot. Pretty much like we have in Israel, in Guyana, in Poland and so forth.
Because the boy is in Tavistock’s care, we have several options as to how to deploy him. But the marksman should be one of our own, with some physical feature that resembles Martin B.
I’m going to ask Tavistock to get Martin to grow “long hair” or a handlebar moustache or something memorable. A double of Martin B will be spotted here and there on the day. Gas station, that sort of thing.
After the main action we’ll sequester Martin with “hostages” until we’re ready to terminate him. This hostage trick is brilliant. It builds up all the drama on TV and gives us an excuse for not “going in.” Please make sure all cops are in on the joke.
I think we ought to use a couple of carjackings to make the story complicated. We’ve got 10 witnesses lined up – a cross section of humanity so to speak. They’ve been on the payroll since birth.
Final Arrangements, 1995
The Oz thing is in fairly good order. We’re preceding it with a school shootout in Scotland. The more such dramas the public sees in close succession the easier they adjust to it!
The “tragedy” element will be a community-bonding thing, per the standard formula. No critic will be able to get a word in edgewise, as it will “desecrate the memory of the victims.”
Our “secretary of legal formalities” in Hobart, the capital of Tassie, noticed a problem with coroner’s inquests. So they will amend the law and it won’t come into effect until the coast is clear. And there will be no trial, as the “accused” will be as dead as several doornails.
The current plan is to get our gun-control groupies in place and to have laws drafted for quick implementation. Someone has suggested that any guns to be de-registered be paid for by the government, no matter what condition they’re in. This “buyback” should make a nice sweetener for the less obsessive gun toters.
Tell the media that the usual routine of leaving flowers won’t be used here, since the location of the “tragedy” is one that takes an hour or more to drive to from civilization.
Also tell the networks to show patience and holdback, as we need to keep the shoot-out scene active for about 6 hours. God forbid there’s a Zapruder around the place with a movie camera. If it happens, we zap that Zapruder. “Oh sorry, dear widow, he was caught in a crossfire.”
Follow-up Meeting 20 Years After the Massacre
Well, well, well. It was quite successful. Actually it turned out in our favor that Martin B escaped the fire – we got to test demonization. In a country like Ozzieland that loves the little guy, and especially the handicapped, there was hardly any show of sympathy.
We had a neighbor say Martin used to sleep with a pig. Nobody even raised an eyebrow over that one. Next time we could try a gorilla.
As expected, the proles never cared what was happening. They are known as “bogans.” The government is about to have special mandatory vaccination for them in 2016.
There’s a well-educated 12% or maybe even 18% of the population. They like to watch the BBC-type channel, known as ABC, which is strictly CIA. We feed them what we need.
ABC’s association with highbrow music makes it unassailable. Clever! Their reporters discussed the 20th anniversary memorial in solemn tones and all went well.
Commercial channels also came to our aid with Sixty Minutes-style “investigations” of the Port Arthur massacre, as it is now called. Rupert Murdoch basically owns the press nationwide. It’s pure garbage, thank God.
It’s pretty astonishing that the legal profession does not give a rat’s arse for the law. Judges are somnambulant. They obey.
We never hear peep out of any of them despite the total screw job on Martin B, which has been ongoing for two decades now. Of course he’s incommunicado to the nth degree. A lady from Adelaide wrote to him recently but we’re going to fix her wagon.
Having To Keep the Cautions in Place
We can never afford to let our guard down. I did observe a bit of dissidence expressed by the smaller political parties. I also notice a growing use of the word “false flag” applied to Port Arthur, thanks to Youtube’s 9-11 blitz. Nuisance!
Unfortunately an alternative website in Melbourne has caught onto the trick about the “independent DPP.” We may have to take it down.
A chick who is a nightclub singer has scraped together 2300 signatures for an Inquest into Port Arthur. And a couple of older men in the boonies have done amazing research – things we never thought to control. Oh hell, there’s a young rap artist, too.
But then, the authorities have the Power of No, so it should be all right.
Buckingham Palace tells me that someone is asking for a pardon for Martin B. And they’re reaching out to the crown princess of Denmark who comes from, would you believe, Hobart, Tasmania. Not that she will stick up for her people.
The worst thing we have to worry about is the number of victims whose compensation was not exactly generous and who, if they wise up one day, might go ballistic.
Remember Sylvia Meagher? Some Australians have diligently scrutinized the 800 original statements to Tasmanian police, despite our careful editing thereof. Damn, it’s so tiresome trying to guard against every pesky little upstart.
That reminds me, another potential source of trouble is coppery. We’ve had to deal with a half dozen of them, dispatching the two hottest ones in 1997. Everyone learned a lesson from that, I hope.
Naturally cops are resentful that the feds got onto their turf and pushed them around. Some of them who have kids that yak about conspiracy theory are looking a bit uncomfortable.
With any luck, though, we’ll be able to clamp down with the full police state in the next two years and put paid to any further worry. Of course the “police” will be foreigners, save for a handful of Ozzie-born traitors.
Mostly I think we’ve done a great job since 1993, but sometimes I wonder what for?
— Mary can be visited at maryWmaxwell.com