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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