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“Welcome to our Alpha-Male world”

The recent sad legal case of Amber Harrison and Channel Seven gives rise to the attention of just what are the risks played when an unsuspecting woman wanders by accident or innocence into the realms of a “boys own” network. There is another current case, I believe, involving the AFL and several married men and one male of the “Brotherhood” (whatever that is).

Whatever the masculine scenario, whatever the antiquity or the integrity, be it class or crass, there is usually but one outcome when the female of the species moves her swishing skirts, hips and general distraction of nature’s natural pheromone aphrodisiac into the range of Alpha-Male radar: trouble.

There has been great debate over the ages that in Da Vinci’s mural of “The Last Supper”, there is near Jesus the presence of a woman. This “affront” to the male bastion of a gathering of the Apostles has simmered down through the ages, as if such a creature would dare to invade the private club of male testosterone. Outrageous! It’d be like a tranny doing strip-tease at the Crazy-Horse Review; unthinkable!

I recall just such a group that gathered at the south-east corner of the old Seacliff Hotel once a week on a Friday, to give salubrious homage to that most liberating of spirits; the amber fluid. But this one night, all went horribly wrong. It went like this:


Getting back to that “Last Supper” thingo, you notice (as have many others) one of the “Apostles” looks remarkably like a woman. Well, that’s because she is! It’s no secret that whenever a group of “alpha-males” gather, there is always one token female allowed into the group. She is there playing the role of the “straight- man” for their confabulations (yes, I looked that up) for their double-entendres, when they say a sexist or vulgar comment and it’s ”present company excepted…,” or ”If,’n you’ll pardon my language,” or;  in the company of a lady…,” this generic female may be in a relationship with of one of the men, but it is a given that once the male brings the woman inside the perimeter of the “circle of the club”, she becomes a kind of psychological common property, and her good manners or grace is presumed upon by all as in the above examples.. It’s the only way the Alpha Male can have “uncommitted sexual intent” without any sexual contact at all, and still be plug-ugly!

And here’s the catch; the lady cannot protest such or any vulgarities because if she does, it is then asked why she sought out their company if she didn’t know what to expect (ie; it’s “your problem!”) and if the words are not spoken directly, they certainly are implied. But there are layers upon layers of pathos and insecurity that many women know of concerning the Alpha Males. And the biggest is their fear of failure.

Abbott’s front bench had one female, I believe. I remember in the coterie of the “Seacliff Hotel Sports and Social Club Inc” there was one – they called her “Nan” – which is telling, although she was younger than most of them.

The “Seacliff Hotel Sports and Social Club” used to have a Friday night happy hour fund-raiser w/ meat-tray and chook raffles, called; “The Clang-Bang” (don’t ask!!) and as to what “charity” they were “fund-raising” for, again; don’t ask. But it did eventually come to the attention of many members of the lower social echelon of that erstwhile club, that the proportion of swimming pools to the number of high-office holders was highly disproportionate to the trend of the general population (if you get my drift!). Anyway, the coterie would congregate at one corner of the front bar and make whoopie. Nan (who was a hairdresser by trade), would be in the middle of that attentative group perched (yes, that’s the word to use) on a bar-stool (the “Wheatland St. Madonna”?) sipping her Bacardi’s and … She supported an enormous blonde Farrah-Fawcett bouffant so popular in that era, so you couldn’t miss her there.

All this went well, until one fateful Friday evening, being kept back in her salon tending to a rather demanding ‘blue-rinser’ Nan was late getting to the clang-bang raffle draw for the chook, one of the highlights of the gathering and a prize she coveted as a future achievement. So when her regular number came up, Nan was not there at that moment to claim the prize, BUT, by the rules stated; “no claim, no game”. That is, if you are not there to claim the prize you miss out, although there was a degree of hiatus sympaticus for the person involved as she quite often professed her desire for “something fowl” (bring on the guffaws!) but all debate was silenced by one half-shiggered Jim Tuffin when he took a moment of pause in the conversation to call out slurrily:

“Ahh, fff#ck her! … if she’s not ‘ere, it’s ‘er hard luck” … and of course, he was just voicing the selfish feelings of the majority. It was a big chook! So away with all sentiment and a re-draw!

Nan, did not take this news well when she arrived all flushed from the hurry and keen as mustard for the night …

“Well f#ck you too” was her parting words and she decamped to the Brighton Hotel, never to darken the doors of the Seacliff again. She was soon replaced by another blonde. They called her “Norah? Dorah?” (after that blonde woman in the TV series of the times; “Prisoner”).

In the Alpha-Male world of camaraderie, no-one is in-expendable.


  1. economicreform

    The apostle who looks like a woman in Da Vinci’s masterpiece The Last Supper is usually taken to be St John, and appears to be in conversation with St Peter. It is the eyes that give the impression of femininity. Remember however that long hair was the norm, and that it is not unusual for some young men to have feminine features.

  2. Joseph Carli

    I don’t question the validity of your premise, eco’..the proposition I put forward did have a touch of “tongue-in-cheek”!

  3. Freethinker

    Just wonder if the woman in question was using the money from that events to fly in helicopter to attend other similar events

  4. Joseph Carli

    Yes..we all noticed the “special attention” Bronny got from that LNP “boys club” when in reality they thought and eventually proved she was not held in any esteem at all..even though she went out of her way to serve their needs as Speaker of The House.
    In the Alpha-Male world of camaraderie , no-one is in-expendable and there is no such thing as “women friends”.

  5. Freethinker

    I do not recall well the case of Carmen Lawrence but my recall was that she was not treated very well by the boys club.
    Is that correct?

  6. susan

    My experience has been that self confident and intelligent people whether male or female will steer well clear of the boys clubs.

  7. Joseph Carli

    But there’s the problem, Susan…it would mean steering well clear of who runs this country!

  8. Roswell

    Is it just me, or are “boys club” mentalities more of a thing among conservatives these days?

  9. Joseph Carli

    Naturally…Shit always sinks to the lowest depths of the night-soil bucket.

  10. Jack Straw

    Roswell your assumption is correct.

  11. Jack Straw

    Free Thinker: they did it ever so nicely on Yes Minister.In Australia The Conservatives have become more offensive and brutal than The Builders Labourers were.

  12. Joseph Carli

    Jack Straw..: “more offensive and brutal than The Builders Labourers were”…..The BLF wasn’t brutal nor offensive..they were just what was needed to apply a tourniquet to a bunch of absolute bastards!…a pity they were not encouraged to expand.

  13. Wayne Turner

    Also it’s a case of big business using courts as a play thing,against a lesser off and less powerful person.The whole legal system is a joke,ran by money,and those with the most can screw over those without or not as much.

  14. wam

    the easy answer is david had god in his sling pouch, the woman’s pouch is godless and worner’s dick was held by the boss who offered cash but was not going to let go.
    The law and religion(the rabbott accepted there were exceptions to god’s physiological flaw and sophie had the bully style) belong to the penis QED.
    It is a reason why tlob wants 17c out because this involves no lawyers and packers, stokes or murdochs cannot win by using lawyers to take complainants into bankruptcy

  15. jimhaz

    I’m not seeing any reason for sympathy for Harrison. None. I was glad she was ordered to pay costs – as my sense is that the court case was just golddigging (not that I’ve examined the issue in any detail).

  16. Joseph Carli

    “… as my sense is that the court case was just golddigging (not that I’ve examined the issue in any detail).”…well that’s just ridiculous then, isn’t it?

  17. Freethinker

    Just wonder if it is based on the papers and FB pages findings about the case

  18. jimhaz

    [as my sense is that the court case was just golddigging (not that I’ve examined the issue in any detail).”…well that’s just ridiculous then, isn’t it?]

    sort of, except the court decision was much the same.

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