AUT: Ditty from the Australian Docks

["Harry M. Cleaver" <hmcleave@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Folks: This message comes from an anti-MAI list called mai-not. It was
written in response to intemperate rejections of using "ping" attacks (a
la the Electronic Disturbance Theatre's proposed action on May 10, 1998).
There has actually been more discussion on that list of this proposed
tactic than I have seen anywhere. The ditty from the docks which
excoriates scabs comes toward the end. I left the whole thing intact for
your reading please.

Harry

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Date: Sat, 9 May 1998 01:27:16 +1200
From: janice <janice@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: mai-not@xxxxxxxxx
Subject: Love your neighbour as you love yourselves.

The subjectivity of the argument that our favourite toy [the
Internet] might be taken from us for a little while if we make the stand
that has been asked of us [ecd]  is not
a particularly good, or moral one I'm ashamed to say.


A man was lying beside the road to Jericho,
he had been beaten and robbed by thieves.
A priest passed by saw him lying there and said to himself
'what will happen to me if I help this man',
fearing the worst he hurried on.

Soon after a Levite came along ,
and saw the man lying there,  in blood and mud
and he said to himself
"what will happen to me if I help this man"
fearing the worst he hurried on.

The Good Samaritan came along soon after
saw the man lying on the side of the road and said to himself
"what will happen to him,  if I do not help him"?

As we know the Samaritan's net was not censored, but the man from Jericho
'was' restored to health and prosperity.


If we are asked to help  then we should without worrying about 'what will
happen to me', and;  may I ask you Dion since when  has the mai-not
listserve become the nicely sanitised 'education and discussion' version of
anti-Mai protest which you descibe?
As for  Mathew,   'thuggery' is a bit rich coming from 'the' famed Net
supporter of the Melbourne wharfies.  Did I ever post the peaceful little
ditty being sung on those very wharves by those very gentle wharfies called
"Patricks Scabs"? :)

 There's vampire bats and sewer rats, there's pubic lice and crabs,
>>But the lowest form of life on Earth is the slimy Patrick's scab.
>>There's vampire bats and sewer rats, there's pubic lice and crabs,
>>But the lowest form of life on Earth is the slimy Patrick's scab.
>>
>>An hour before the sun comes up, he crawls out of his pit,
>>You wouldn't get too close to him for the smell of slime
>>and ... other little bits,
>>Beneath the cloak of darkness he sets off, all clad in black,
>>To serve his wretched masters goes the slimy Patrick's scab.
>>
>>And when his treachery is done, on his knees he crawls back home,
>>His kids don't want to know him, so he eats his tea alone,
>>They haven't been to school for days, they're ashamed that he's their dad,
>>"Tell me, what's your father do?".  "He's a slimy Patrick's scab."
>>
>>There's vampire bats...
>>
>>He's not dared step inside a pub or an RSL for days,
>>'Cos when you're a slimy Patrick's scab the world don't seem too safe.
>>He sits at home and counts his hoard to find out what he's worth,
>>But what value would you put upon the lowest slime on Earth?
>>
>>Alas, accidents do happen, in the wharves and on the shore -
>>A crash, a smash, a flash, a splash - and our scab's a scab no more,
>>Nobody mourns his passing, no-one's even slightly sad,
>>Upon his grave these words inscribed - "Here lies a Patrick's scab."
>>
>>There's vampire bats...
>>
>>So he walks up to the pearly gates where the heavenly bell he rings,
>>Says he, "I've worked hard all my life, you'll surely let me in.
>>"I've always done the boss's will, to have served him makes me proud,
>>"So please give me my halo now, and my little fluffy cloud."
>>
>>Saint Peter slowly shakes his head and looks him in the face,
>>"What makes you think that I've got room for scabs inside this place?
>>"You've robbed your neighbour of his job and his children of their food,
>>"You've stabbed your brothers in the back and betrayed your sisters too.
>>"My angels would lay down their harps, do you think that I'm that mad?"
>>And to burn in hell forever he despatched the Patrick's scab.
>>
>>There's vampire bats...
>>
>>There's vampire bats...

Amazing.

janice

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