INEPTOCRACY is a system of government where the least capable of leading are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers. That’s according to the web-based Urban Dictionary of slang and seems to be an increasingly apt description of how Australia is governed.
The latest fiasco is the proposed closely down of an already diminished Australian fishing industry through the creation of the world’s largest marine park.
But what on earth is the purpose of having the world's large marine park if we continue to condone the slaughter of a species of marine mammal already on the verge of extinction? There are only about 14,000 dugongs left in Great Barrier Reef waters and about 1,000 are slaughtered each year. 
Dugongs are closely related to elephants, don’t calf until they are nearly twenty years old and suckle their young for up to two years. They are slaughtered by aborigines and Torres Strait islanders as part of an indigenous hunting right, never mind that the slaughter is unsustainable and inhumane.
If the Australian government really cared about the Great Barrier Reef and its dugongs, it would immediately ban the slaughter of dugongs by aborigines and Torres Strait Islanders.
Then there is the Murray River fiasco. The buy back of vast quantities of water by the Australian government from our most efficient food producers to send to an artificial freshwater reservoir that has crippled the Murray River’s estuary and all ostensibly to save the environment.
Before the sea dykes that dammed the estuary, each autumn when the southwesterly winds picked up, the Southern Ocean would push into Lake Alexandrina. So the lake was sometimes fresh and some brackish and during prolonged drought it was full of seawater. A mainstay of local fishery was mulloway, a large fish with a golden sheen, but there are no mulloway anymore.
Before the sea dykes were built across the five channels that converge on the Murray’s sea mouth, mulloway would hangout in the underwater canyons beyond the Murray’s mouth. As though reluctant to come in, then on a big tide and a full moon large schools would race through the inlet between the sand dunes. The year the sea dykes were sealed, the mulloway came in and then were trapped, on each ebbing tide, churning in the channels below the sea dykes. There is an old photograph of the Goolwa wharf groaning under 160 tonnes of dead mulloway.
If the Australian government really cared about fish it would restore the 75,000 hectares of terminal coastal lagoon at the bottom of the Murray Darling by removing the sea dykes.
But it doesn’t really care about dugongs or mulloway.
In our ineptocracy, real and pressing environmental issues are ignored while governments legislate against productive and sustainable industries.
Over the next few days the mainstream media are going to tell us stories about the Rio+20 conference, a place in South America where Australia’s richest environmental groups and government bureaucrats are gathering with other such groups and governments from around the world. They are gathering ostensibly to solve the environmental problems of the world by promoting a new economic order through a new political document for our future.
A majority of those attending will likely represent the least capable of leading meaningful change and the least capable of contributing in a practical way to a productive society, and their very attendance will be a consequence of the taxing of a diminishing number of productive and sustainable industries.
And not one of the many delegates from Australia has ever shown the slightest interest in any of our real environmental issues including the restoration of the Murray River’s estuary or saving our dugongs.
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I took the picture of Green Island shown above from the window of one of those small Dash 8 aeroplanes on my way to Cairns last week. From Cairns I ventured north to the Daintree and went looking for cassowaries with Neil Hewett.
… only my second YouTube movie. Thanks to all who donated to Mr Koala’s fundraising appeal, we purchased the video camera with some of the monies raised.
My very first YouTube movie is here…
That's good to hear Neil, because they have that capability. My experience in Alice Springs a while back left me a little disillusioned. It has always seemed to me the more they have to confront the problems of reality in the 21st c the better they cope. Well-meaning govt policies affect their own self-discipline and I think they are quite capable of self-regulating on environmental controls as well. If they can't, no one else can.
I guess my experiences in homeland settlements and outstations reveals similar work ethics and astonishing skills and knowledge despite the crippling impediment of govt policy.
Anyway, my point is, is that the aboriginals had a great work ethic then. They were very competitive and would say things like, "I can out work, out bludge, out eat, out starve, out drink and out perish any of you blokes", in the course of a muster. IOW they TRIED to be as good as they could be and so were often better than most.
Compare that to any settlements you visit today. Benign policies haven't done them many favours since '67.
Neil, as I've bored this blog with before, in my late teens I was assisting a rainmaker in the Birdsville area over a lengthy period to co-ordinate all the other rainmakers in the area to break the drought at the time. Station work and aboriginal culture went hand in hand, whether it was shooting brumbies to get horsehair to re-counterline pack saddles or collecting Kopi stone for rainmaking. I recently rediscovered a beautiful minnarichi boomerang at my son's place that an aboriginal made me all those years ago and offered it to me with the words, "when you wear out them white moleskins, you gib'em to me, eh?" I was so impressed, I gave him my moleskins right then.
I think the Warlpiri were a lot further north. I can't even remember what these aboriginies called themselves. I used to know some of their language but it was so guttural and hard to pronounce you had to keep saying it to yourself over and over. I used to write letters for some of them to their friends and relatives in neighbouring tribes. Tommy, the king, lived on the station.
Spangled, you worked with aborigines in the 50's? You must have been very young, (early 20's)? From your various contributions to this blog, I had put a picture to your avian nom de plume of someone around my own age (50), but I was clearly mistaken. I wonder, did you spend any time in the company of the Warlpiri?