Jetty Road Weekly Blog 25/8/25
- jettyroad09
- Aug 25, 2025
- 4 min read
Meanwhile In A Parallel Universe
Donna Trump
In this universe the election year is 2025 and Donna Trump is the party’s nominee for the Presidency. Will she survive? She has been found guilty of paying bribes to keep her extra marital affairs private. She has been accused of, and has bragged about, groping young male interns. She has been impeached twice. She has bungled the response to the covid epidemic. She has been declared bankrupt on multiple occasions. She has been found guilty of fraud by falsifying the value of her assets. She refused to accept her defeat in a previous election and incited a riot in which people were killed. She secreted classified documents in her mansion. She cosies up to dictators. She is insulting, bullying and vindictive.
Sad to report that in spite of such a high profile Donna’s candidacy did not get off the ground - with the Murdoch media leading the charge.
Fox News: White trash vixen with trailer park morals destined for the outhouse not the White House.
The Religious Right: Our great Christian country deserves far better. What kind of madness is behind such a person thinking they are electable when they are of such dubious character?
Marjorie Taylor Green: Women of America do not fall for this charlatan. Would you vote for a man with such a track record?
Tucker Carlson: How this person is not in jail is beyond belief. A liar, a con woman, a sex fiend and agitator. No wonder our great country has lost its way.
The Supreme Court: Had this clearly flawed individual been elected we would have to rescind our judgment on Presidential immunity.
Pete Hegseth: This woman is a prime example of what can happen when traditional gender roles are trashed. A woman should know her place. No wonder men are losing respect and being pilloried when such outrageous behaviour is considered acceptable for a candidate for the presidency. She is lucky that we are a civilised country otherwise I might be the one who casts the first stone.
America has drunk the Kool-Aid.
A Poem
Michaelia Cash
He went to pash
Michaelia Cash
That mouth so wide
And gaping
Such rotten luck
His head got stuck
So she swallowed him
And ate him
That rictus smile
That toothy dial
That hint of
Boiler plating
Her friends say hark!
It's Luna Park
Her kindly face
Is aping
Still, best not pash
Michaelia Cash
While she's
Masticating
Song: Tommy Steele – What A Mouth
The New Shaft
Part Two
Quote:
“They are miners. They work in the dark and they see everything”
Boris Shcherbena to Valery Legasov.
Chernobyl Mini Series. HBO and SKY UK 2019
Its six years on. Production has doubled and the state-of-the art Koepe winder from South Africa has been operating smoothly. Brooksy and I are moving our gear from 14 level to 16 level. We are between levels when the winder trips out and the cage drops twenty feet before abruptly stopping. For the next ten seconds we yo yo until equilibrium is returned and we and are smoothy delivered to our destination. In the crib room we discover this is not a one-off occurrence. The union launches an investigation and discovers an air hose being applied to the over heating brakes in the winder chamber. The company have chosen to focus on continuous production rather than pause operations and apply a permanent fix to the problem. The cage is black banned and within 24 hours a proper repair has been applied. As luck would have it we are among the first shift to go back down the shaft. The men are restless and uncertain. A certain black humour pervades our nervous mutterings. We enter the cage and Trevor Gale says: “Fellas. If she goes to the bottom I want you to all look up and shout: ‘You rotten bastards’.”
The Mary Anne
The Mary Anne is an auxiliary cage roughly the size of a phone box used by tradesmen (they are all men in this era) to deliver maintenance to the lower levels. It fails dramatically plunging to the bottom with tons of steel rope piling on top of it. Fortunately no one is on board.
The cage is recovered and re-built and lies on its side like a bier waiting to be reinstalled. The men are filled with graveyard puns and commentary. A practice run begins and a number of us waiting on the 16 level plat can hear the rope twisting and flapping against the sides of the shaft. None of us are engineers but we know something is amiss. The combined unions express their concerns.
The company is adamant that things are a-okay. Les Bull a senior engineer summons all of us union reps to his office. We are each given a technical drawing which features an overhead cross-section of the shaft. Les fulminates with more than a little disdain for us technical illiterates.
“The Mary Anne is perfectly safe,” he informs us.” I intend to be the first on it and any man who will not board it will be down the road.”
The next morning I descend the stairs to the lamp house and medal boards. Bruce Duhig and Joe Mills, AWU President and Vice President respectively are waiting with broad grins. “Guess what? They say in unison. “The Mary Anne went to the bottom again last night”
Les, bless his soul, was apparently sleeping peacefully at the time.
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