Jetty Road Weekly Blog 29/06/25
- jettyroad09
- Jun 29
- 4 min read
The Back Channel
Recent messages between Jerusalem and the White House
Before June 22nd
Bibi to DT Thanks for all the ordinance. We have the Gazans on the run and the heads cut off the Hezbollah and Iranian terrorists. DT to Bibi Trusted and true friend you have no greater friend than us. Bibi to DT Thanks also for the missile shields. We have suffered some damage but we have hurt them far more than they have hurt us. DT to Bibi They are about to find out what hurt is Bibi. Our B-2 stealth bombers are ready. As requested.
After June 25th
DT to Bibi Bibi! I am trying to make peace here Bibi! Bibi when you put IDF on our bombs that is for war. When we put USA on our bombs that is for peace. DO YOU UNDERSTAND BIBI! (You know I am upset Bibi when I use caps. You know that don’t you Bibi?) Bibi to DT We have desisted. Mission accomplished as you say. No need to swear DT. We know where we stand with each other okay. Your B-2’s did a great job. DT to Bibi Thank you my good friend. Now the Pakistani’s have nominated me for the Nobel peace prize. You will support the nomination won’t you Bibi? Bibi to DT Of course Mr President. Of course we will support you. I could not think of a more fitting award. DT to Bibi Thank you Bibi. Bibi to DT You do know what Nobel is really famous for? DT to Bibi Peace Bibi. He is famous for peace. What else could he be famous for? Bibi to DT Blowing things up.
A.T and T.A.
Jobs for the Girls
A.T. Mate they are trying to turn us into the CWA. T.A. Angus it won’t be long before you have to make pumpkin scones for pre-selection. A.T. I don’t mind a good pumpkin scone. T.A. I had one of Flo’s once. A.T. Yeah? T.A. Bloody delicious. She was a hard woman but. A.T. But Jo was boss right? T.A. Nah. She made him do the washing up. T.A. Peta brought me in some pumpkin scones once. A.T. Yeah. How did that go? T.A. I asked her to make me a coffee. She minced up a Carolina Reaper and put it in with the sugar. A.T. Jeeeesus! T.A. I couldn’t taste a thing for months. You remember the onion thing in Tassie? A.T. Yeah. T.A. Couldn’t taste a thing. A.T. But what’s the real reason you don’t want affirmative action in the Liberal Party? T.A. Think about it Angus. If they become Ministers or even PM who …….? A.T. and T.A. in unison. Who is going to make the pumpkin scones?
How‘s your Algorithm Today?
Got an ad from that google search for a new fry pan? Getting feeds from AFL clubs you do not support? Can’t get rid of bloody Temu?
Have you been talking to your fridge lately? What if it started talking back to you? Back in April 2024 this report appeared in The Age. “In one day’s work last week, former detective Steve Wilson and his team removed four spy pens, one Apple AirTag tracker, and virtual access by an abusive man to a woman’s kitchen, to which he was sending threatening messages on her smart-fridge screen Wendy Tuohy. The Age April 28th, 2024
My stomach sometimes talks to my fridge but they communicate in a language that AI will never understand. Which brings me to a time many of us lived through which we shall call the T.E.O.D.C.S. era.(The) Telephone Exchange Operators Data Collection Service era.
My mother and her good cobber Gail worked on the Rosebery telephone exchange back in the 1950’s. Did they listen in? I can recall my mother relating a story of a most respectable couple and the little bon mots they exchanged when hubby was calling from away and the conversation turned risque. I must add this was decades after she had worked there. Gail tells a story that personifies the rivalry at the time - and which was mostly conducted on the sporting fields - between Rosebery and Queenstown. Rosebery looked to Burnie and the North. Queenstown to Hobart and the South. To get a line to Hobart from Rosebery Gail had to go through the Queenstown exchange. Gail is a great mimic. She re-enacts her request to Queenstown in her own voice. “Hello Queenstown. Can we have a line to Hobart please?” A female operator answers. Gail takes on her voice in a manner that is both haughty and dismissive. “No Rosebery. You can’t!” Both Gail and my Mum were born in Waratah. They were bright girls with a great sense of humour. I reckon they would have been a lot of fun. They were also decent and knew where to draw the line. I would rather take my chances with the likes of them any day than converse with a fridge.
Song: Waratah Girls
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