COVID-19 – The takeaway


There are a lot of people now who are understanding the hidden gift and even spiritual intention of COVID-19. Let me state up front that whilst I hate the damage that occurs when disease and natural disasters ravage the world I loathe the havoc wreacked by human depravity i.e. the glorified desecration of war, the collateral damage of corporate greed, the indifference towards the homeless and the dysfunction masked by “busyness”.

Busyness is that corrupting  inflammation that scores through societies built on the pursuit of money at the expense of life. The pursuit of money has driven people to the current extremes of loneliness, ruthlessness, narcissism and greed in the hallowed name of “business”. As long as business thrives morality can dive. This pervasive attitude has propagated the form of insanity recognizable as narcissism. This rewiring of the brain to blindly accept the deprivation of war, poverty and disenfranchisement has been wormed into our consciousness over centuries of indoctrination fueled by covert promises of wealth-infused ease. The idyllic ambrosial life that shimmers on the hazy horizon of the retiree is the dangled carrot that lures the drone into a life of service in the corporate hive. The drone has adopted the avaricious focus of a priest or priestess who sways hallucinated by an invisible nirvana where luxury is bliss and mindlessness the reward. There is a life at the end of servitude and it is cruising around the world gorging yourself at the buffet and rimming the globe.

The obedience to busyness and business atrophies the senses and sublimates the emotions until the suppliant can longer feel anything much at all. They drink to relax and commit to a succession of romantic interludes until the soulmates who will complete them come along. The soulmates, when they do arrive, to the accompaniment of tubular bells and whirling bluebirds, find themselves corralled into a mindset of needs and demands delineated by horizons shortened to facilitate access and stigmatized by a set of values tantamount to commands. Suddenly the new corporate loyalty is to a marriage that must survive above all else. No more random exploration of ideas and concepts that fall outside the coded fairytale of parity completion.

In truth, the soulmate fairytale is perpetuated to cope with the limited emotional pallette of the acolyte, much as entertainment is dumbed down to anaesthetise the drones who collect pollen for the corporate hives where CEOs manufacture honey for the masses. The atrophied heart of the “busy bee” beats so weakly it can’t expand into a universal love where a complex influx of multi-dimensional sentience demands unbiased regard.

To love more than one person requires energy the exhausted drones do not possess. Nor can they handle the responsibility of showing up and being present for another human being who is not compliant with their world view, a view limited to foraging range.

Love is exhausting and requires patience and a willingness to dissolve horizons.

So, returning to the current situation and the enforced isolation. We are observing now the high cost of disconnection. The loss of emotional connection that rides in tandem with a far more challenging spiritual connection, one that requires faith and self-knowledge. Isolated and left alone with ourselves whose guidance can we seek?

Our own.

But what does it look like? What does it sound like? We are so out of touch with ourselves we dread silence and what it may reveal.

Here we are offered the chance to find out what we really believe and what we really value and who we truly are. I have observed that many athiests achieve spiritual connection far more authentically than religious people who attend gatherings filled with cant. The athiest does not package spirituality into a Sunday morning at Church or a Saturday at the Mosque or the Synagogue. The athiest finds authentic morality through self-examination and choice. In many respects and by default many athiests are more morally aligned with God than the greater herd of religious people who super-impose morality through cant.

So, we are outside the framework now and must find our way back to ourselves.

The great takeaway in this isolation is the opportunity to seek out the kind of mental, emotional and spiritual nourishment we need when our psyches achieve sobriety through a cold-turkey abandonment of distraction and frenetic movement.

“Movement suggests a life.”

However, the absence of movement allows life to flow through you.

Stay healthy in this season of change. When we emerge from our burrows let us be more real and less inclined to accept social indoctrination at face value.


Aisha Hamid

100 Words Of Solitude

We are all grieving in different ways. None like you. You are on the other side of the phone listing down the unremarkable reasons you fell for them, the remarkable ways they hurt you, agonizing over things you should have done to slow the death. As people die, you want someone to tell you once, just once, that you too were loved back, however briefly, you too mattered, enough.

There will be other heartbreaks. None like this. As your voice cracks, I wonder if heartbreaks need a sense of normalcy too, if heartbreaks feel deeper when the world is ending.

Aisha Hamid is a 27 year old, Pakistani, emerging feminist writer, poet and activist. She completed my Masters in gender studies from University of Warwick on the Commonwealth scholarship in 2018. She was among 6 writers shortlisted from all over Pakistan for the Zeenat Haroon Rashid Writing Prize for Women…

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Coronavirus hidden gifts

Apologies in advance, I don’t usually spruik my own books but now is the time for READING. If the paperbacks are too expensive the Kindle versions are either free when Amazon run specials or reasonably priced. 


The story of a musical genius who is offered a Faustian deal by a desperate fallen angel.

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Bittersweet romance set in 30s London’s glittering theatreland against a backdrop of war.

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When I wrote my review for Jason Hickel’s superb book, The Divide, I added my own thoughts at the end. I had no idea when I wrote those suggestions for a new way of being that the opportunity to implement them  would come to pass so quickly. They are not new ideas, by the way, just commonsense jigglings of ancient survival.

The Coronavirus has forced us all to slow down, abandon lifestyles dependent on distraction and pace, and find inner resources to cope with a home-bound life. The noise of the world has settled to a calming hum, an ancient heartbeat that pulses a steady trajectory around our parent sun. LIFE previously measured in breathless movement is now encapsulated in a single moment of silence and focus. For some the silence is deafening. For others, a return to a state of being longed for since birth.

I recently joined Instagram at the suggestion of a close friend who felt it would raise awareness about my books, Catch the Moon, Mary and Fields of Grace. He was right. I have joined this frantically focused community just as they are forced to use the service for communication and harvesting occupational therapy like READING! Many people don’t know what to do without their daily dose of mindless distraction. How to calm our noisy selves and enter the frightening vacuum of our inner selves, those strangers whom most of us have never met. I see and hear celebrities going slightly nuts for lack of attention and crowds. They are left alone to discover themselves and what a hidden gift.

For those of us well-acquainted with creativity these are the best of times and the worst of times. The opportunities in this breakdown are huge. The potential for destruction equally huge IF we miss the moment.

Let those whose voices have been loudest over the past three decades now listen to those of us whose quiet persistent whispering in the background has been urging a shift of focus, suggesting a re-evaluation of currency, prompting a deeper experience of life than the transitory exchanges that pass for conversation.

Find value in the moment – a concept rich with hidden gifts.

You cannot go to the office and mouse-wheel your days in routines set in metered time. You cannot skim along on a diet of mindless distraction. You cannot walk deaf, dumb and blind through your days, waiting for manufactured excitement to prick the sloth-like hide of your soul. Now you must find everything you need within. You must occupy yourself.

I see on Instagram a lot of celebrities making silly jokes and singing ditties and sitting around waiting. They are like people marooned on a desert island sending out the occasional flare. They think they can wait this out. They can’t because I believe this is nature’s call to arms. She has waited for humanity to wake up and live in harmony with her for eons but wars continue, abuse of her habitat continues, over-production of goods with built-in obsolescence continues, the rich continue to hoard believing their piles of gold will save them and finance continues to dominate our thinking and our aspiration. To quote Henry David Thoreau; “Most people lead lives of quiet desperation” funneled into a single unimaginative rut of repetition and routine and clockwork expectations enumerated by age and dates. He completed that sentence with, “and go to their graves with their song unsung.” 

Now is the perfect time to discover your song.

Now is the perfect time to reconnect with Nature, the harbinger of your lyrical soul.

When do we stop and smell the roses? When do we marvel at their perfection? When do we look up and wonder about the stars? When do we consider the miracle of life in an ant, a flower, a butterfly? When do we find reverence for LIFE? When do we silence our own protestations of grandeur long enough to extrapolate the genius of GROWTH?

Those who think outside the square have been shunned but now we must lead the way back into the infinite MOMENT.

Here and now is where EVERYTHING exists. Held within the permanent NOW are all possibilities. Tuning into the moment is how we get through this.

Finding the hidden gift in self-isolation is how we survive and thrive.

Now is not the time to recycle old thoughts, old expectations, old jokes and old distractions. Now is the time to explore new ideas and new past-times and latent talents. Rather than phoning everyone you know and wasting time in mindless chatter as I hear some celebrities on Instagram doing, sit with the silence and listen.

I wrote some lyrics for a character in The Last Tale (musical with composer Shanon D. Whitelock) who has been forced to live as a pariah for seven years. His plight echoes the agony and misdirection many people are now facing. Here is an excerpt to illustrate the hopelessness of refusing to explore the inner terrain but manifestly clinging to the delusion that LIFE comes from the OUTSIDE rather than the INSIDE.

Light a fire as the first stars appear

Catching moonbeams torching the night

Sleep brings the lovely ghosts

That dance around the edge of dreams

Listening out for the small sounds of life

Conversations that blow on the wind

Catch the joy, the laughter shared, the stories old and new

Hidden shadows imagining

There is someone who cares about me

Like a wolf I prowl and circle her

Invade her dreams of wasted love

Seven years

Seven years

I have fed on crumbs of life and starved

I’m craving hope but hatred-fed, withered, dead

I’ve taken root here on this ledge, the edge of life and death.

That character sits in a space of quiet loathing planning revenge for seven years until a freak summons from the King of Baghdad hurtles him back into life BUT true to his nature he super-imposes expectations upon the brilliant Scheherazade who has used her inner world to create 1001 stories to titillate a vicious and jaded King. I love exposing the psychological patina of despots for the shabby amour it really is. I did it in my musical, Alexander (songs found on and of course in the bullying angel in my debut novel, Catch the Moon, Mary.

Bullies and despots are quickly revealed as the hollow vessels they really are when my pen is aimed and inking J’Accuse! 

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The Last Tale musical by Wendy Waters and Shanon D. Whitelock

But back to the times we find ourselves in. IF, rather than going down those tired old routes of distraction, whilst in isolation, you explore latent talents and pursue excellence or simply activity, I promise you a re-connection with your soul. You will find out who you are and God-willing when it is safe to go back into the water you will never view it the same way again.

I will now paste in the second part of my review of Jason Hickel’s book The Divide.

My own thoughts.

Imagination is a powerful ameliorative force. Let us imagine a way of life more sympathetic to the environment and healthier spiritually. The first step I believe is to SLOW DOWN. Learn to delay gratification. This means resist sating the hungers a fast-track life imposes – stop impulse buying, stop hoarding, gorging and looking for constant exogenous stimulation to allay boredom. Start finding pleasure in delayed gratification. Do things like: plant a garden, DIY renovate your home, grow your own vegetables, read a book, walk, swim, learn something new, have a real-time conversation, refuse fashion fads by developing your own style and making your own clothes or swapping clothes with friends and above all else, challenge yourself to pursue excellence. You’ll be amazed at how good achieving excellence makes you feel. It takes time to become highly proficient and its pursuit will cure you of boredom and the need for constant distraction.

Make your life meaningful. Make a difference to people. Help where you can. Get to know your neighbours and find out what they need. Challenge your mind and your spirit with meaningful relationships – with others, with yourself, with your work and with the planet.

And support the Arts.

The Arts are the soul and lifeblood of a nation, a community and a family. Artists are always in pursuit of excellence if they are true artists. If you want to understand discipline watch a dancer training, a singer doing her scales, an artist painting his canvas, a writer reworking her novel. It’s a rare artist who doesn’t care about his/her art. In fact, I wouldn’t call such a person an artist. I would call them a hack. True artists exemplify the blueprint for a new world – a world tuned to aspiration rather than gratification. A world in which excellence is the highest pursuit and I can assure you that mass production is anathema to excellence. Encourage and support producers of quality goods in your own community and eschew the cynical corporations that mass produce cookie-cutter products with built-in obsolescence.

Much of the economic dictatorship crippling the world today can be dis-empowered if people support each other in community solidarity. In times of strife and disasters this happens but we need to make this the norm rather than the exception. We have been taught to compete with each other and serve gluttonous corporations that operate on a principle of serfdom. If we pull together we will not be so dependent on faceless oligarchs.

To find solutions it’s imperative to think outside the square because nothing within the current paradigm is offering a solution. If we continue on this current trajectory of ever-increasing GDP and rampant consumerism we will destroy our planet and ourselves. We have been taught to value the wrong things and as Hickel points out so brilliantly much of this brainwashing is due to ADVERTISING. And I would add, celebrity-worship. Magazines feature the rich and famous and incidentally beautiful are, as Alain de Botton says, bannering the WRONG ROLE MODELS.

These people are for the most part achieving little and earning too much and failing to show the average person what spiritual resolve and meaningful work looks like. There are people in this world whose jobs reward them with self-worth and exponential positive influence. Sir David Attenborough is one. Jason Hickel is another.

I will leave you with a final thought and I am aware that it may seem too simplistic but please consider it: If you strive to make a positive difference, all these problems – climate change, galloping consumerism, global indifference and the seemingly insuperable divisions between rich and poor – will be solved.

The New World starts with you.

Let’s explore the Universe within.

I have just read Alain de Botton’s wonderful book, How Proust can change your Life and in it is a fabulous quote from Proust, which I’ll precis here, “Books are not the final destination but the spiritual portals through which the reader passes into a world of his own imagination. When the last page is closed the reader begins her own journey.”

Happy Reading and may stories lead you back to yourself.

CATCH THE MOON, MARY………Laura's Mary-book-piano-roses

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France – the home of my soul

I have posted this before and a fellow-traveller has just reminded me that France is where I long to be.

Catch The Moon, Mary

Many years ago a clairvoyant told me that my soul flew to another land every night while I slept. These nocturnal adventures were never fully-recalled when morning broke in Australia but as I prepared for work, I had a sense that I had met someone very special in my dreams and that he and I had made all manner of delicious future plans.

By the time I’d walked to Cremorne Point Wharf to catch the ferry to work the fantasy had evaporated but periodically during the day, fleeting images of green fields, bubbly streams, mellow stone buildings and a man’s ready laughter overlaid the cityscape with a sweet incandescence and wistful nostalgia.

The clairvoyant also said that my soul belonged to this other land but she couldn’t tell me which one it was.

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I have touched someone’s soul. What an honour!

Castrum Plebis

You gave me the opportunity to know your works. A precious gift. Your works are a mine of emotions. I will find time to see all. For one I appreciated the song ONE CHANCE ON THE EARTH in which, also if I don’t understand all words, I feel deep nostalgia for inviolate Earth but also faith to save the Planet. Finally the singer, a real pleasant surprice. Grazie

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Climate Change explained

I am reblogging this because so many people still dispute the reality of this crisis.

Catch The Moon, Mary

brazil nut tree1With so much misinformation floating around social media I felt it was time to ask a real environmental scientist, my brother, Dr. Marcus Scammell, to explain in layman’s terms how burning coal, driving cars and using electricity was creating an increase in global temperatures. Like anybody else without a scientific background I need someone with integrity to explain to me how my lifestyle may or may not be contributing to climate change.

I am listening and I want the facts.

Like everybody else, I want to believe that these raging temperatures and wild weather patterns are just part of a cycle. I want to believe that humanity hasn’t impacted negatively on the planet. But denial is a dangerous river and I don’t want to drown in it thanks. And so I asked a scientist whose integrity is well-known to me. My brother has no political or economic agenda biasing him…

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Singularities and Originality

Catch The Moon, Mary

Freedom of speech as defined by is the right to speak without censorship or restraint, to communicate one’s opinions and ideas without fear of retaliation. Amnesty international goes even further and defines freedom of speech as the right to express ideas and opinions that may be deeply offensive to others. It adds a caveat: use your freedom of speech responsibly: it is a powerful weapon for change. It certainly is a weapon.

They say the pen is mightier than the sword.

Its message reverberates down the ages for far longer. Expressing ideas that rattle the pots and pans of established thinking can start revolutions. And yet without them we would stagnate and die for lack of oxygen. Once the earth was flat and people risked the flames suggesting it was round-ish. Polish priest Copernicus risked being labelled an heretic when he suggested that the earth was not in fact…

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Il mio primo articolo del blog

Huge thank you to Leonardo Macchioni for translating my review of The Divide into Italian.

The Divide Jason Hickell

Castrum Plebis

Recensione del libro :”The DIVIDE ” di Jason Hickel autrice Wendy Waters

Tutti dovrebbero leggere questo libro.

Solo acquisendo l’ intelligenza e la speranza che Hyckel offre noi ,come popolo, possiamo sperare di affrontare la schiacciante ondata di sfrenato consumismo che s’accompagna al cambiamento climatico ed alla crescente divisione tra i più poveri e i più ricchi del mondo. Hickel è un professore di antropologia alla London School of Economics ed il suo coraggio in questo libro-verità è sminuito solo dal fatto che egli non è, come dice, il leader di un paese in via di sviluppo. La rete di corruzione che unisce i governi dell’ Occidente è un male quanto meno appiccicoso e i vari tentativi di districarlo da parte di pochi coraggiosi leaders negli ultimi settanta anni hanno portato alla loro prematura scomparsa. Dopo aver letto questo libro sono più che mai convinta che il consumismo sfrenato sia…

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The Murder of Hannah Baxter

hannah and her childrenAustralia is reeling from the incomprehensibly violent murder of Hannah Baxter and her three children,  Aaliyah, Lainah and Trey, by incineration this week.

To provide a bit of context, Hannah Baxter took her three children, and moved in with her parents before Christmas. This is an excerpt from Frank Chung’s coverage in


‘A friend of murdered Brisbane mum Hannah Clarke says the fitness trainer confided in her about the decade of abuse she suffered at the hands of her controlling husband.

Chillingly, Rowan Baxter allegedly warned Ms Clarke at the start of their relationship that he had told his previous partner — with whom he had a child — that if she left him, he would kill their child and himself.

On Wednesday morning, the controlling 42-year-old ambushed Ms Clarke near her parents’ house in Camp Hill, dousing his estranged wife and three kids with petrol and burning them to death in the family SUV.

A witness reported Ms Clarke jumped from the burning car and screamed, “He poured petrol on me.”

Six-year-old Aaliyah, four-year-old Laianah and three-year-old Trey died in their car seats. Baxter fatally stabbed himself at the scene, while the 31-year-old mum succumbed to her injuries in hospital later that night.’


How does it get to this?

How could anyone fail to see this coming?

I have said this before and I will say it again: Misogyny in this country and many others, America for example, is so deeply ingrained in our psyches that we tolerate low-grade abuse of women constantly and fail to check galloping hatred that can tragically errupt with devestating consequences. Rowan Baxter needed anger management, psychiatric help, a good kick up the arse years ago but because he was a ‘Rugby player’ his galloping uxurious hatred was excused as ‘boys will be boys’ ranting.

Whether we like to admit it or not Australia is a patriarchal society. Believing women are inferior and/or less deserving of rights or entitled to opinions is tragically part of our culture here and also in America where I lived for six years. Misogyny manifests in small barely noticed patronising remarks and behaviours that pass as flirtation, dismissal or exemption. The abuse of women starts in the home with preferential treatment of boys and higher expectations. Boys will one day be the breadwinners, the supporters of families, the protectors. There is pressure put on boys to succeed where girls are allowed to fail.

Let that sink in. GIRLS ARE ALLOWED TO FAIL.

Not only are we allowed to fail, in many cases we are expected to fail. The girl who dares outshine her brother or worse, her father or husband, is subversively attacked for showing them up. It’s a rare man who seeks out an intellectually superior woman as a partner. It’s a rare father who acknowledges the intellectual stamina and industry of a brilliant daughter and worse still, it’s a rare mother who doesn’t advise her daughter to ‘manage’ her husband, father, brothers, boyfriends, male bosses etc by pandering to his ego i.e. making him ‘feel good about himself.’

If like me, you recognise any or all of these behaviours then you, too, have experienced latent misogyny masked as ‘boys being boys.’ Don’t embarass your brother by telling him you just signed a publishing deal. He doesn’t feel good about himself right now.

When men ‘don’t feel good about themselves’ like Rowan Baxter, whose level of playing Rugby was apparently, second-rate at best, they have licence to behave with surliness and low-grade anger that manifests as misogyny and dominance over less powerful people like their wives, children or pets. These types of men take verbal swipes, deny fiscal support or demand obedience in the one domain over which they have control – the home. And if bullying the family fails to assuage their bruised egos they take their complaints to their mates who no doubt feel as inadequate as they do and in the hallowed precincts of the local they get drunk, rant and maybe hook up with a stranger who will sympathise with their ‘my wife doesn’t understand me’ bullshit.

Hannah Baxter had endured a decade of bullying and abuse.

‘Chillingly, Rowan Baxter allegedly warned Ms Clarke at the start of their relationship that he had told his previous partner — with whom he had a child — that if she left him, he would kill their child and himself.’ Frank Chung

So, why did Hannah marry him? It’s a reasonable question and one that can only be understood in the context of a nation that venerates sport and understands ‘real’ men as the rude, patronising, aggressive descendants of Ned Kelly. You would have to be Australian to understand how misogynists like Bob Hawke, John Singleton, Clive Palmer and the fictitious Sir Les Patterson have risen to the ranks of leadership. There is a culture of misogyny extant in Australia and Hannah Baxter could be forgiven for failing to recognise the danger lurking in the psyche of a man who felt comfortable sharing such a confidence, a statement his Rugby mates were no doubt aware of.

So, what does this acceptance of misogyny reveal? It tells us that the definition of a ‘real’ man in Australia is someone who is heavy-fisted, obsessive, perniciously entitled and emotionally immature. It also tells us that a woman has only one function: to support the man in her life and give him her undivided and enduring attention.


Now I want to talk about the women who enable misogyny. These are the women who pride themselves on having tamed a wild animal. These are the women who keep a savage dog of a husband and feel smug that he bites everyone but her. These are the women who look down on other women who can’t ‘hold onto’ their man. These are the women who say NOTHING when their man bullies other women. These are the women who feel superior because even though their husband reduces female relatives and co-workers to tears regularly he never attacks her. She manages him. She is a ‘real’ woman who has managed to snare a ‘real’ man. She is a bullying toady who loads the bullets for him to fire and he fires them knowing she will always justify his behaviour. These are the mothers who insist that the girl their son raped ‘seduced him’ by wearing revealing clothes.

These are the women who say their violent husband didn’t mean it when he hit them.

Hannah Baxter said Rowan never hit her.

‘Ms Whaley, a domestic violence worker for 10 years, said the announcement was made just before Christmas that the gym was shutting down.

When she reached out to Ms Clarke, she told her she had left Baxter on December 5.

“You confided in me about the family violence you had experienced for the past 10 years,” she wrote, adding that at first Ms Clarke was “confused and told me that you had never thought of being in a domestic violent relationship as you explained ‘he never hit me’”. Frank Chung

So many women fail to understand that abuse doesn’t have one face or one manifestation. Any form of power transference is ABUSE including managing a person with a fragile ego, obeying rules that curb your expression, toadying to control freaks to glean affection, agreeing with a narcissist for the sake of peace and covering yourself up because your religion or your nation demands it.

Shaming and disempowering women has been a patriarchal practice for centuries. Women were only given the vote last century. Women have only been allowed to earn money in the workforce since the mid-twentieth century. Women are still fighting for fiscal, political, social and domestic equality and some men DON’T LIKE SHARING THE PLATFORM.

Put simply, the introduction of women into the workforce doubles the competition and some men don’t like it.

But back to Hannah Baxter and her fatal error of judgement. If Hannah had not grown up in a country that venerates men and teaches inequity she might have recognised the signs of Rowan Baxter’s exaggerated insecurity and self-righteous control. When Baxter told her he threatened his former partner: ‘if she left him, he would kill their child and himself’ Hannah may have found it disturbing but my guess is she’d heard men talk like this before. I have.

I grew up in a home dominated by men and when I developed a work ethic that shamed my brothers and my father I was the butt of their jealousy, masked to a degree, but none-the-less present in small acts of bitter rivalry.

Women like me experience daily slights and underhanded sabotage in ways that only someone who has walked a mile in our ‘heels’ can understand.

This tragedy occurred because a footballer used to getting his own way and addicted to the spotlight cracked when his wife stood up to him. Buoyed up by a misogynistic society that favours men, sympathises with the male ‘underdog’ and needs women to pander to fragile male egos this arsehole who was undeniably unhinged, was able to justify his megawatt hatred because no-one checked him at any stage. IF they did, his team and his sports-mad adopted nation told him he was a hero and therefore vaguely immune to reprimand.

Much as idiots dismiss Trump’s misogyny as ‘boys will be boys’ fun in America so Baxter’s hatred of his wife would have been supported by his mates in rants at the pub.

MISOGYNY is tragically ingrained in our cultural psyche and when incidents like this occur ALL THE WARNING SIGNS HAVE BEEN EXCUSED by like-minded sympathetic others whose hatred lies just under the surface of otherwise contained social interaction.

Until men and women become friends this will continue.

Where to find help:


If you or someone you know is experiencing sexual abuse or family violence contact 1800 RESPECT on 1800 737 732

Don’t go it alone. Please reach out for help by contacting Lifeline on 13 11 14

Men who have anger, relationship or parenting issues, should contact the Men’s Referral Service on 1300 766 491

In Memory of Hannah, Aaliyah, Lainah and Trey.

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