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I’m at my parents’ place spending some time with my dying father. He is frail as a leaf. This morning two Blue Care nurses turned up, funded by Australians’ taxes, and hauled him up the bed so hard they bashed his head against the headboard. When he is sleeping, which is much of the time, […]
War on drugs is not working. Except, of course, as a war: dispute over territories, profit for those who manufacture destructive products, wasted expenditure, huge casualties. I wish compassion could be administered as machine-gun bullets can but it’s a laborious infantry, a science in its infancy, a sophisticated machinery many of us are too fearful […]