Goodbye, Uncle Sam

I’ve updated an article I wrote for The Canberra Times in 2012.  The argument was that we had to embrace Asia. Back then, I said we’d have to forego ‘Donald Trump’ too. OMG! What did I see in my CRYSTAL BALL? Now, America no longer loves us. So we have to say:

Goodbye, Uncle Sam!

We, Aussies, must address a fundamental truth in 2026. It can be our joint New Year’s resolution. It will be hard. It will take discipline and courage, but it is time to give up America. Say ‘Goodbye to Uncle Sam.’
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We’ll have to turn off the Idiot Box – Most of the idiots we’ve been watching have been American – and say Farewell to:
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That channel streaming Two and a Half Idiots, I mean, Men 24/7.
The West Wing. The East Wing’s gone.
Porky Pig
The Kardashians
All NCIS franchises
The Fat Cops in Cars reality TV shows
And those really old actors pretending to be, like, cool teenagers in High School TV dramas
The Abisizer Exerciser
Every crazy kitchen gadget on the Ad Channel that saves time, except for the 3 weeks needed to clean it.
And, Hawaiian Barbecue Chicken Pizza
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We have to say Tat Tah to:
Tay Tay 
Lady Gaga and her BBQ couture Dress. Her pork chop clown-gown.
Bruce Springsteen. I’m sorry to see The Boss go but – Bloody Hell! – he had us all singing ‘Born in the USA’. 
And cease and desist from singing or even humming a song with a US town name, including:
 New York. New York 
Do You Know The Way To San Jose? 
Or, any song about Georgia. They’re too depressing.
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We will have to go ‘cold turkey’ and forego:
All sneakers, especially the ones that look like fluoro-pink lace-up alien parasites.
And baseball caps. What is the point of wearing a peak cap backwards, anyway?
Wu Tang and P Diddy duds
Victoria’s- poorly kept – Secret
Billionaire tech Wankers
Hedge fund #$%## ( Add your own expletive.)
and Elon (Not a big ask, there.)
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We’ll have to cut out:
Bubble Gum
Upsize super cholesterol-overdose blubber burgers 
Mega-buckets of limp fries
And all their killer Combos. 
Colossus cups of Pepsi and Coke, but not all at once. If you are a real soda pop addict, you might want to step this one down. Try 5 litres on day 1, then 4 day 2, and so on. Or go to the chemist and get a Cola patch to stop you twitching. 
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We’ll have to throw out all those self-help books like:
Feel the fear and do it anyway (Try, Feel the Fear and Go Back to Bed)
Awaken the giant within (Maybe try, Awaken the Whinging Dwarf Within)
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We must give up conspiracy theories involving:
 UFOs
 JFK 
Elvis
The Moon landing Hoax. Of course, they played golf on the moon.
Keep Epstein, perhaps. 
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We must give up taking:
 Prozac 
Valium (If you stop following US politics, you may not feel so depressed or anxious)
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We, Aussies, must turn our backs on:
 Wall Street. 
Stretch Limos
Googling
Lycra (Not too much of a sacrifice there.)
Nike. 
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Come on Australia. Just do it. Damn! Oh well, have a nice day.

Are Engineers Sexy?

This article circulated for 5 or 6 years on the internet. Engineers, it seems, don’t get much press! I wrote it 15 years ago, but it still has currency.

Are Engineers Sexy?

by Kerry Cue

Herald Sun 6 July 2004 and The Advertiser, SA. 

It has been ordained by the gods of television that all jobs and/or careers shall be seen now and again in a positive light on TV. Doctors, cops, lawyers, nurses, and even vets enjoy their moments of digital glory. Chefs, landscape gardeners, carpenters, and even real estate agents are now pin-up boys. The girls in these shows are hot. Any girl who can look good and knock up a coffee table that a bloke can plonk his feet on has to be a babe. There have been intense pathologists (McCallum for one), gorgeous undertakers (in Six Feet Under), legendary lover-boy/pizza delivery boyos (in Pizza Live) and cute butchers dancing in an ad like Hare Krishnas for carnivores.

Recently, TV even gave us a sexy accountant. In Loot, Jason Donovan played an edgy Forensic Accountant who tracks down Mafia bosses. Every job/career gets some good PR on TV except one group. Engineers. Engineers have long endured a bad press. There are jokes about engineers. Here is one. How do you torture an engineer? Tie him to a chair and fold a map incorrectly in front of him. There are Engineer Quizzes. Are You an Engineer? You are if you own one or more white sleeved shirts if your chequebook balances if you’ve ever tried to repair a $5 radio and if you have a neatly sorted collection of nuts and bolts in the garage. There is even a comic strip about an engineer. Dilbert’s an electrical engineer. He loves his computer more than people. And has the social skills of a mouse pad. Moreover, the public image of an engineer is a tragic cross between a computer nerd and a trainspotter.

Is this fair? I’m in a good position to comment. I have studied engineering. I hang out with engineers. I married one. And it is true that engineers of the male variety suffer a mental disturbance that has bestowed on them excessively ordered minds. A straight line is a thing of beauty to an engineer, a bowling green a well-designed garden. They are dedicated to the horizontal and vertical. This has caused strife at our place. We live on a steep slope. Workers asked me if I wanted our new pullout clothesline leveled-off or leaning down the hill. ‘Just whack it down the hill’ I replied. This apparently defied all laws of the universe. It caused lasting pain to HRH (His Royal Horizontalness). He moaned. He groaned. ‘But the towels hang straight’ I encouraged. He eventually took to it with a hacksaw.

Engineers can calculate in their heads how many lights were left on and for how long just looking at the electricity bill. They suffer an urge to know what lies beneath and pull things like the hairdryer apart just when you want to use it. They like specifications. And read all the technical information on appliance advertisements insisting that the X50-100 is much better than the RP90 so they should buy one. Our dog conformed to a list of specifications. Small. No hair loss. Non-aggressive. Engineers understand technology possibly more than people. HRH often looks at me as if I need to be rebooted to knock out the glitches in my program. But engineers aren’t computer geeks. There are a few. But engineers end up under bridges, inside reactor vessels and inspecting pipelines in Alaska. They’re more a cross between a flawed human-calculator like Dustan Hoffman’s ‘Rain Man’ and Indiana Jones. An engineer friend of HRH was recently blown up in a car bomb in Iraq. So they’re not nerdy.

Then for one brief and dizzy moment, I thought engineers were about to get their few moments of glory on TV. The ABC is currently screening the ‘Seven Wonders of the Industrial World’. Would these programs portray the engineer as a hero? Will engineers, at last, be seen as sexy? In these shows, the engineer is portrayed as an obsessive mathematical genius stumbling from one organisational disaster to the next. Each project is a bureaucratic nightmare. It involves cost overruns, government intervention, investor panic, dodgy subcontractors, worker rebellion and safety issues. In fact, each of the Seven Wonders of the Industrial World sounds like any major project in modern times.

Sadly, the show missed the significance of engineers. Engineers may be nuts, but not one pipeline, powerline, car or dam; not one skyscraper, bus, house, train line or highway; not one bridge, footy stadium, sound system, TV station or power station in this city would exist without them.

Kerry Cue is a humorist, journalist, mathematician, and author. You can find more of her writing on her blog. Her latest book is a crime novel, Target 91, Penmore Press, Tucson, AZ (2019)