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“The House”

Anyone familiar with that 1998 film The Truman Show will not be too amazed at what I am about to reveal. I will warm those unfamiliar with the aforementioned film up a tad and bring them up to speed on my revelation.

“He doesn’t know it, but everything in Truman Burbank’s (Jim Carrey) life is part of a massive TV set. Executive producer Christof (Ed Harris) orchestrates “The Truman Show,” a live broadcast of Truman’s every move captured by hidden cameras. Cristof tries to control Truman’s mind, even removing his true love, Sylvia (Natascha McElhone), from the show and replacing her with Meryl (Laura Linney). As Truman gradually discovers the truth, however, he must decide whether to act on it.” (Wikipedia: The Truman Show).

Of course, that was just a film … and with The House, being of course a reference to The Houses of Parliament, we are dealing with a different kettle of fish … these “fish” in the Parliament operate into and out of our everyday lives, making laws and decisions that affect our well-being and survival … and that being so, have you ever wondered, as I have why some obvious misdemeanours and obvious fraudulent criminal activities by the members of The House are seldom punished or just receive a “slap on the wrist” misdemeanour warning at worst and then proceed to be voted back into The House at the next election with an increased majority!

Well, thanks to a close acquaintance with an accountant from an old family business of accountants, I have recently been informed that there is some rather strange goings on involving the major parties and the running of our Parliament.

It all started before a federal election some years ago with this accountant being given the task of sorting out and separating the investments and incoming moneys and arranging the accounts of a sitting member of Parliament so as to make his position legally accommodating to the rules and requirements sitting members of The House.

Of course, coming from an old and trusted establishment of solicitors and accountants, the accountant was given complete access to the Members financial details … but the thing that had changed from the old days of written ledgers and account books, was the access to the internet and the capability to cross-check and deep-delve into domestic and overseas accounts … and the accountant in question, being the youngest member of that “old Family”, was super-savvy at digging and delving into domestic and … most particularly … overseas accounts … as a matter of fact, he delighted in noseying in and out of tax-havens to see just who was here or there and where the money went in such cases … he sometimes would, on a “quiet day” peruse a client’s accounts as an amusement … chasing their connections to this or that company or corporation through a labyrinth of data and discombobulation.

It was on a meander through the incoming moneys of the contracted Member of The House that the accountant stumbled upon a most intriguing list … a list of sources of incoming payments into various accounts held by the Member of The House … it all seemed innocence enough until it came to the Parliamentary salary he received … for there, entered against the regular amount was a name of a corporation familiar to the young accountant of a company registered in the Seychelle Islands as a tax haven foundation.

At first, thinking that it was just a diversion of funds through another established account, he dug deeper into the source of the Seychelles deposit amount and found that it had come from another tax-haven account registered to a different corporation in another area of the world. This threw some suspicious doubt upon the legitimacy of the moneys and he decided he would consult with the head clerk of accounts, one Ambrose Symonds and see if he could enlighten the situation … but even there, he met with cautious advice …

“I would suggest you leave off with the delving into and concentrate more on the shelving of such accounts … ,” and Ambrose adjusted his spectacles on his nose whilst looking down at the young man with a most imposing stare.

Of course, this was grist for the young investigator’s mill and he made it his “outside work hours” hobby to pursue the matter further … and this is where I came in.

The young accountant … we’ll call him “Dexter” for convenience … and I played tennis in the same competition … in the same club and occasionally teamed up as a unbeatable doubles combination! … After the day’s competition, the common practice was to adjourn to the club-rooms for libations and chatter … This day, Dexter was a bit more subdued … it took several mixed drinks to ease the reason out of him … and I could feel it was a weight lifted to share his doubts.

He told me the above mentioned details about the separation of accounts and the restructuring of the members stocks, shares and holdings … a moment of absolute, crushing boredom to one of the physical work-world like myself … and then he paused, gazed about suspiciously and lowering his eyes and his voice spoke in a conspiratory tone …

“The thing that threw me,” Dexter leaned into me “was that when I checked the salary accounts of several other parliament members we have on our books, they were also paid from the same account.”

“Well, perhaps the party has a deal with that company to take the moneys from the Parliamentary salaries office or wherever they are paid from and distribute it accordingly” … I casually remarked.

Dexter again looked about in a suspicious manner and replied:

“The accounts we hold are from different political parties … both major parties!” … he almost hissed.

“Hang on,” I said … trying to get a hold on the situation … ”You’re telling me that both members salaries of the major parties are paid into the one account in this tax-haven and the moneys then go to your clients?”

Yes!” Dexter made a grimaced face.

“Well … I don’t know … perhaps they all have a deal with this company because they offer the best options … I don’t know … a bit above my pay-level I’m afraid … ” and I gave a chuckle.

“Yes … that would be all well and good, except I did some more digging … I have contacts through the company with a level of accountants in Treasury and while I did not speak or inquire directly about the said accounts, I could circumnavigate around the issue to find out some more information of direct payments to certain “efficiencies” … that’s what they call them … ”efficiencies” … and it has led me to a conclusion that even you would find extreme and outlandish!”

“Shoot … ” I said … Dexter winced at my slang term.

“Well, to cut a long story-trail of “following the money” short, what if I told you that there really isn’t any such a thing as a political party in this “government” … ” Dexter framed his last word with fingers making inverted commas … I stared at him with a smile for a moment then laughed softly ..

“You’re joking … aren’t you? … you’re having me on … ” and I laughed a bit louder … ”C’mon, Dexter … we’ve only had a couple of drinks … you losing it this early?” …

“I wish I was … ,” Dexter swilled the drink in the glass. “Perhaps I am losing it … but it gets worse … ” … and here his face went a tad paler and he really did lean into me to whisper …

“What if I told you that there really isn’t even a Parliament … well not in the sense we understand it … oh it is there in front of our eyes on the Floor of The House, for sure … they go about their business, passing bills and laws etc … and perhaps the greater majority of those members are unaware of what or who they are really serving as they do go about their working lives … ” and he downed the remainder of his drink.

“Hang on … hang on … ,” I paused him … ” so you’re saying that you have found a link between the moneys that are paid these member of The House and some … some vague entity that pays … or perhaps hires these members … unknown to even themselves … who go to work every day in an “constructed establishment” we know as the Houses of Parliament?” … I sat back in my chair and blinked.

“Yes … I am saying exactly that! … ” Dexter continued … ” and this is what I have surmised from the results of my digging far and wide … from this country to the other side of the world … thanks to the internet and my hacking skills … I will tell you this … ” and Dexter started to count off on his fingers the points he made …

“One … While the government bureaucracy exists and does its various tasks, the paying out of the Members of The House salaries in total does not go into those individual members personal accounts before passing through a complex filter of overseas corporate accounts and various tax-haven accounts.

Two … These corporate accounts then distribute the monies into their allocated parts into the private member’s bank accounts without them being aware of exactly where or who is paying them.

Three … The major party’s moneys paid from treasury are held in the one corporate entity in an account in the Seychelles in a company name of SD&E Corporation … a shortening of “Social Distribution and Equity Corporation”.

Four … These same major parties are held as ownership trade-marks by that corporation and the rights to operate under those trademarks are restricted to various franchises … call them factions … operating within the party.

Five … The performances we see in The House are an orchestration derived from the confected conflicts of various opposing agenda “written” into a kind of script of which the outcome is already settled, to give credence to the farce that we call a Two Party Democratic System of Governance.”

And Dexter finished with a large inhale and exhale of breath like it was a throwing off of a great weight from his shoulders. I have to admit that I just sat there open mouthed at the audacity of even the notion of such a vast and complex operation … after a long silence I finally had my mind around the notion to speak.

“So … there is no major political parties … just some kind of franchisees … and the members of those parties are just patsies going to work not knowing that they are doing the work of a corporation and not their nation … and then in effect, there really isn’t any real Parliament, just a … a … performance … like on a stage and everyone there are players in a super script … a theatrical illusion?” … I finished.

“To which I assert that “The Crown”, has outsourced the Australian Parliament to an overseas corporation-slash-corporations,” Dexter added.

“Yes but at each new government those elected members are … “

“Are sworn in by the Governor General … the CEO of “Australia Inc.” … Dexter finished my sentence.

He then continued:

“Have you not wondered why there can be so much outrage at certain decisions made in The House, and nothing can change or will change it? … How some members seem to hold an invulnerable position in their electorate and can do almost as they please; act immorally, steal land, funds and collude to corrupt laws and bills yet have no charges laid against them? … How the main-stream media seem to “expose” so many outrages that then come to nothing? … that’s because it is all nothing! … things seem to be happening in this or that location … but where exactly are these places .. do you know where they are .. exactly? … I don’t know anybody from some of these places they talk about on the news … I suspect only a handful of real people do! … and then they are “nobodies” that no-one takes any notice of after an initial “expose” of a kind … and then it all settles down to “business as usual” … elections are run, polls are constructed, bookies consulted and votes counted … but when has there ever been an unsurprising outcome or a surprising one at that, that has been put under a microscope to see just how or why it happened? … never … life just goes on … because we ALL are now so disconnected from each other, from the world around us, our “friendships” little more than temporary acquaintances that we meet on the internet … so that we hardly know even our closest friends … many of us are little more than some gravatar on a social media feed“

That was the gist of my conversation with Dexter that afternoon in the club-rooms of the “Barossa Valley Tennis and Netball Club” … and it ended about that moment as we were then joined by the club secretary very curious why our heads were so close together in deep conspiracy … we laughed at the idea …

It was the next Thursday that I rang Dexter to confirm our partnership for the weekend tennis … his phone was unexpectedly answered by a sparkling young lass, who had to disappoint me in regards to Dexter and the tennis because he had left earlier Monday that week to go for a holiday to Argentina with his girlfriend …

“Oh … right … ” I replied to the lass … ”Oh well, it’s back to playing singles for me then … another losing weekend, eh?” … and we both laughed at my self-disparaging humour … but you see … I know for a fact that Dexter is still “in the closet” with his sexuality and his family and he has no “girlfriend”.

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  1. Phil

    Reading all of that reminds of that Gay joke. And no I’m not a homophobe.

    A young man skips past a building site singing out gayly 21 today 21 today 21 today. A brickie shouts down to the young man you wouldn’t half be a poofter would ya? .? Said young man climbs scaffold and gives the brickie a right wacking and sings out as he continues on his journey, 22 today 22 today 22 today. I know it’s Friday and I am on the piss. Yea I know don’t give up me day job.

  2. Joseph Carli

    Phil……………………..W – T – F ??

  3. Dónal

    Wow. Awesome piece of discombobulating wordwork. I must say though, it’s been a while since an article has taken me almost bewitched to reach the final words.

  4. Phil

    Joseph Carli
    June 21, 2019 at 6:20 pm

    Phil……………………..W – T – F ??

    Mate lighten up. I get triggered easy.

    You would be the last bloke on this ere blog that wouldn’t know some absolutely scandalous jokes that would make a matlo blush.. It’s a safe bet you me and Grumpy would be safe in a shearing shed. 🙂

  5. Joseph Carli

    Phil..you must be aware that “this ‘ere blog” has many sensitive ears and eyes….and is quick to man the barricades to fling sticks and stones at the heathens blaspheming against the vocabulary!!

  6. Phil

    Joseph Carli
    June 21, 2019 at 6:45 pm

    Oh indeed. But at 66 yrs of age and having been around a few blocks and across a few oceans, having a well adjusted family and grandchildren that come to me for advice, Like you my friend, I tells it like it is. It has served me well. As you are aware the only facts here are the ones you personally experience, the rest is just an opinion, which with six bucks at the moment will buy you a cup of coffee. At the end of the year that may have to be revised. Btw do you remember the Bartholomew murders? He killed six or seven people in the Adelaide hills back in the seventies. My family lived next door to one of the cousins. Wtf did I tell you that for? There boys( The Get Smart crew monitoring this) something to talk about.

  7. Joseph Carli

    ” the Bartholomew murders? “….yes…members of his own family…I know Hope Forest…knew a dairy farmer lived there as well…never talked about it though…mind you..he (the dairy farmer) was the sort of person that if you saw him coming toward you, you’d cross the street to avoid getting in an endless conversation with him..

  8. Jack Russell

    Small world. I had some assigned tasks to assist the coroner and detectives when the bodies were brought in to the QEH mortuary for their PM’s. I’d forgotten. I hope I forget again … soon.

  9. Joseph Carli

    Yes, Jack…I grew up with a lad who graduated to become a forensic detective….he worked in that position for many years, but then along came the “bodies in the barrel” Snowtown murders…and I can tell you “it did for him”…fatally eventually..a real bad ‘un…I personally avoid any contact with trauma situations if I can…a coward?..no, just very aware that the most damage done is that which is done to the mind and memory..When ever I got a bad cut in my trade, I would avoid looking at the wound and just hold something over the cut till the doctor stitched it up and put a dressing over it…they always healed so much quicker if the memory and the imagination didn’t interfere..

  10. David Bruce

    Well Joseph, you have joined the dots for me on how Gough Whitlam managed to hoodwink Australians in 1973. The corporation is registered with the Securities and Exchange Commission in USA. The Commonwealth of Australia constitution has been unlawfully replaced by the Australia ACT 1986, signed by one R J Hawke, not Elizabeth R!

    There is a movement actively involved in seeking restoration of the original constitution and removing the SD&E corporation. Senator Rod Cullinan is involved and predictably, the Murdoch press are giving him the finger. Every Australian Prime Minister and Speaker of the House, since Whitlam, has known about the scheme (scam), so you can see why ratbags like Abbott, Howard, Barnaby and Bronwyn behaved the way they did. The Australian electorate was irrelevant to them! Bring on the next “Rum Rebellion”?

  11. Joseph Carli

    David Bruce…This little sojourn into fantasia was brought about by deliberating too long on the absurdity of the behaviours of the last couple of decades of the “members of The House”….and I started to wonder on the possibilities of such a conspiricy..and when one thinks on the connections and lobbyists of the LNP these last years, ….why couldn’t it be?…and the more I think on it . . .

  12. Phil

    I have given up trying to work out why we get the governments we do. For mine, it is obviously the hoi polloi that is the problem. I pick my old duck up a couple of times a week from the community home she lives in, the old charmer is ninety still has all her marbles and could easily drink me under the table. She was lucky she got the right genes.( pardon the pun) If the German Luftwaffe couldn’t kill her, Penfolds Sherry has got no chance, but I digress.

    I usually say Gooday to the other people that live there and invariably the conversation steers around to politics it is then I realize just how stupid the supporters of conservative politicians are. Comments about the good job Morrison and Trump are doing are the norm. You realize these poor stupid souls only get their news from commercial radio or TV and they all live in some type of twilight zone. My mum watches and listens to the same tripe but can tell the difference between shit and clay. Most of them are not quite as old as my mum and don’t share a lot of the experiences but brother 10 years is a life time when it comes to forming an opinion. It is these fossils that give us the governments we deserve. The oldies that would have supported Whitlam, Keating, and possibly Rudd and Gillard are slowly filling the bone yards. But at the end of the day our mob still won, we got more votes and the system is the problem. Talking to my mate who is in your part of the world at the mo Jo this could be a blessing in disguise. We are headed for shit street I don’t need a PhD to smell that salient fact that is bearing down on us. They that’s the prols are already screaming like stuck pigs. Now back to my Mid Strength.

  13. Joseph Carli

    Phil…: ” Talking to my mate who is in your part of the world at the mo Jo”…..His name wouldn’t be : “Greg” by any chance?…..
    This thing about doing “a good job” that some stumblers find so alluring…I have discussed trade tricks with many tradesmen..and the best one I have heard…and i have heard it from several..is the one of finishing off any piece of timber you fix in place that is seen and touched, you run a chamfer down the edge with your hand-plane…and you let the client SEE you do that..and you can almost see them nod thier head and purse their lips in appreciation of a “job well done”….and I have had said to me the same from people who have had that “tradesman experience”…
    “That Bob…he’s a real tradesman, he is….feel that arris there…nice work!”…

  14. Joseph Carli

    Billy Guy.
    Billy Guy wasn’t so much a mystery as an enigma…and that only because he spoke with such a thick Scottish accent that nobody could understand a word he said. Mark could claim that he knew him best, having spent a whole evening drinking with him, conversing with him while both were in an inebriated state..but when pressed to reveal the slightest bit of knowledge as to Billy’s occupation, place of origin, dreams or aspirations..even his favourite football team, Mark was completely dumbfounded.

    “But you spent the whole night there at the bar drinking and talking and slapping each other on the back!…Didn’t you learn anything?” his friends demanded.

    “Are you kidding??..with that brogue?..I’m buggered if I can remember what he said…and in the state we both were in, I’d be mighty surprised if’n he knew anything I was saying!” Mark tersely replied.

    So Billy Guy remains an enigma to this day. That is not to say that he looked mysterious, or had an interesting character…or an interesting job, for his clothes never betrayed any occupation above junior clerical or it could have been storeman…or electrician..the more “hands-on” trades like mechanic or builder would have been betrayed by a dirtier clothed countenance.

    But you would sometimes spot him walking down Wheatland Street of a darkening winter evening, his coat-collar turned up against the cold sea wind blowing up the road and climbing the “Guests Entrance” steps to go to his room on the second floor of the Seacliff Hotel , where he resided alone for more years than many of the wastrel clientele that drank there could remember. It was said that whenever the hotel changed ownership, Billy was traded in the sale as part of the “goods and chattels”.

    So far as anyone could recall, going by various patrons opinions, Billy Guy resided at that establishment for nigh on 15 years…with only one change of address..; from room 6 to room 7..one person did recall in a lucid spoken moment that Billy admitted to him that it was this lengthy stay that he believed created his drinking problem.

    The only ecstatic outburst witnessed from that nondescript character, that in turn betrayed his passion for the code of football known in the antipodes as : soccer..was a news clip showing “Celtic football club” winning the Scottish league back in the mid seventies sometime…

    “Yahgrahhhyergronnagriberrrrichaaaa !…” Billy shouted , or at least something that sounded like that, as he jumped onto the front bar shouting with both arms pumping up and down to every else’s dumbfounded amazement!! He soon regained his composure and with shamefaced excuses to Ron, the barman, climbed down to sit quietly again on his stool there in his usual place in the corner of the bar.

    To this day, I do not know in the slightest as to what happened to Billy Guy, and no one else seems to either…When the Seacliff Hotel was finally totally renovated and the old clientele evicted to cater for the Gen x’s and y’s taste in décor and amusement , Billy Guy evaporated back into the ether..

  15. Phil

    ‘ Phil…: ” Talking to my mate who is in your part of the world at the mo Jo”…..His name wouldn’t be : “Greg” by any chance?…..’

    Nah his name is Larry. He tells me he’s sick of Adelaide already been there three weeks. He came to the west 2 years earlier than I did.

    Pity you don’t live over my way, I need a door, well I don’t really need one, just an upgrade.

    My eldest son is a panel beater by trade. Watching him use a welder on sheet metal to cut out rust is a thing of beauty. But the trade is finished more or less. Just bolt on the offended panel and paint.

    What would anyone go into a pub in SA for? The beer tastes like Camels piss.

  16. Larry Cirillo

    Hi JC, it seems obvious parliament doesn’t run the country, half of those knuckle heads wouldn’t know how to, but your particular sojourn sounds naive to me. No one person at one accounting firm can access all those people’s accounts, even though I think you are talking about one member’s account (I think you forgot the apostrophe). The point is Dexter wouldn’t know all the details of everyone’s accounts & more importantly the deep state doesn’t control the law-making process through control of the salary of members of parliament – it does so by controlling who gets into positions of power in the first place. Members of parliament are very far down on that list. The key positions are the permanent heads of the various departments, and more particularly, the heads of the intelligence and military agencies. They in turn control, by far, more persuasive things than money; it’s knowledge. Knowledge of everything anyone has ever done, the ability to blackmail anyone who doesn’t do what they want, and to destroy you publicly at the drop of a hat. So yes, the government we vote for is a kind of Truman show, but the idea that the puppet strings are exercised by those who divert & re-channel the salaries of members of parliament is naive & really only tells us what we suspected – they are greedy hypocrites with their snouts in the trough. And Dexter’s probably having a great time with a new found secret boyfriend, I hope, that’s pretty normal isn’t it?
    Anyway I really liked your article Fields of Deceit – very sad & tragic, a timely reminder of the real world outside all this nonetheless positive bias.. I’ve read quite a few of your articles, thanks.

  17. Joseph Carli

    ” He tells me he’s sick of Adelaide already been there three weeks.”….that’s how it is, iddn’t it?…you do your holiday dosh at the casino and then you hit the piss…trouble is..drinking on a losing ticket makes everything taste bitter and nasty!

    ” What would anyone go into a pub in SA for? The beer tastes like Camels piss.”….I’m not surprised…we import it from WA…. 🙂

  18. Joseph Carli

    Larry Cirillo…Of course you are correct….as can be expected when reality is standing next to fiction…but it’s the possibility of the idea proposed that has to be extended by the reader’s own imagination…after all, the reading of a book like, say; “Catch 22” demands a separation from reality to allow the absurdity to work…one can only throw the pieces of the puzzel onto the table and the reader can have the fun or pain of assembly…otherwise it is not a piece of fiction, but rather a documentary…
    Yes, I saw that missed appo’ but didn’t worry about opening up the edit page to correct it…most posts here are gone in a few days..

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