Oceans of ink and hurricanes of breath have been expended parsing the centenary of the Anzac landings in recent months. Much of it has been platitudes about sacrifice; some of it has involved historically problematic claims of defending 'our' freedoms. All of it has labourered under the ancient difficulty of extracting meaning from the terrible slaughter of the First World War.
I suggest that the reason people both at the time and now struggle to make sense of the vast human toll of the Great War is because the principle it was fought to defend seems so insubstantial. In the end, for the British Empire at least, it was a war for the rule of law.
The United Kingdom's stated reason for entering the war was the defence of Belgian neutrality. In 1839 Germany signed the Treaty of London which created the Kingdom of Belgium, with that Kingdom recognised as remaining a neutral power. It was that promise of neutrality which the German Empire intended to violate by executing the Schlieffen Plan in order to inflict a rapid defeat on France.
Treaties - promises between nations - are a form of law: ultimately they are a promise by a sovereign to behave in a particular way, in the same way that an Act of Parliament is a promise that some behaviour (like murder) will not be countenanced. By making war on Belgium, the German Empire repudiated its sovereign promise. Britain's acceptance of this as a cause for war declared that it was willing to shed blood to maintain the rule of international law. Its willingness to endure horrendous bloodshed in this cause was a demonstration that the rule would not be violated with impunity (1).
I think that the sacrifice of the Great War seems meaningless today is because the principle that sovereignty is not unlimited is now taken for granted. The sovereign power of making war (or of "making die") (2) that President Hussein sought to exercise with the annexation of Kuwait in 1990 prompted Security Council resolution 678 and ultimately resulted in the Persian Gulf War. At present a long-running dispute between Nicaragua and Costa Rica over the location of their border has lead not to a call to arms or a gallant defence of the Fatherland, but to proceedings in the International Court of Justice.
It is for this reason that I find the hostility to international courts of William Safire (3) and Ted Cruz (4) to be somewhat concerning. These courts are a sign that law is accepted to exist at an international level, and that state sovereignty ought conform itself to it - precisely the principle for which the British Empire went to war. Courts like the International Court of Justice - slow, procedure-heavy, grindingly technical, unexciting - are the lasting monument to the courage and suffering of the British- and Mediterranean Expeditionary Forces. I can think of few greater gifts to the people of the world.
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(1) An interesting 'what if' is whether Britain would still have entered the war against Germany. Personally I think it would: the potential gains in the form of not allowing a single power to dominate Europe, and the promise of territorial gains for New Zealand, Australia and South Africa, would ultimately have been too great a temptation for the Empire to remain aloof.
(2) Sophie Wahnich, In Defence of the Terror (trans. D. Fernbach) (2012), at 58-59.
(3) William Safire, 'The Purloined Treaty', New York Times (9 April 2001) at np.
(4) Ted Cruz, 'SCOTUS rejects authority of World Court', Human Events (1 April 2008) at 1.
Saturday, 25 April 2015
Friday, 24 April 2015
Time in Wodonga
Hi everyone,
Typing this in my phone before I pass out. Tired!
So today was the day of the job interview at Wodonga with the bank. I drove up there at about 11am - it's about 2 hours to get there.
I'm not that confident about how the interview itself went. I sold myself as well as you can without being a pain, but I don't feel I closed the deal.
Went for a 9km run along the Noreuil Park trail post interview. Felt good.
Went for a swim afterwards at Wodonga Sports and Leisure centre - really pleasant. Then got a few groceries from a supermarket in a shopping centre. A little saddened by how it could have been a centre anywhere.
Caught some of 98.5 TheLight radio on way back.
Not usually a fan of Christian stations but this one wasn't bad!
Thursday, 23 April 2015
Old Skool
Hi everyone,
I was on the computer yesterday preparing for a job interview tomorrow and also reporting my details with Centrelink for unemployment benefits.
I couldn't resist a tongue-in-cheek observation in my "Dole Diary" that records positions applied for. I emailed off for a job as a stable hand, and noted to myself that "I'd be doing what my teachers always said I'd end up doing!" (i.e., shovelling, err, horse exhaust)
I was on the computer yesterday preparing for a job interview tomorrow and also reporting my details with Centrelink for unemployment benefits.
I couldn't resist a tongue-in-cheek observation in my "Dole Diary" that records positions applied for. I emailed off for a job as a stable hand, and noted to myself that "I'd be doing what my teachers always said I'd end up doing!" (i.e., shovelling, err, horse exhaust)
It struck me that my current situation is kind of the opposite of the sort of thing my high school would be proud of. I went to one of Victoria's flagship government schools, Melbourne High School (it would be my 20 year class reunion this year, now that I think about it).
It's the sort of place that attaches a huge amount of importance to how well its former students do as captains of industry or as eminent doctors or lawyers or as leaders in government and so on and so on. The flipside to this is that it's rather exclusionary for anyone whose life has gone in a different direction*. This is one of the reasons why I let my membership in the Old Boys' Association lapse over a decade ago: the massively self-congratulatory attitude of everyone connected with it.
It's also the reason why I don't refer to going there as part of my past unless I have to (as far as Facebook is concerned, for example, my high school was Rosebud Secondary College, where I went until I was 13).
What about you good people? Do you retain links with your high school? Or have you taken your life in a different direction to what was expected of you?
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* That said, it's not hard to understand why it doesn't draw attention to its most notorious former student, Victoria's premier rampage killer and general nutcase Julian Knight.
A calf in boots!
Hi everyone,
I'm not sure what to make of today. I came in under my calorie goal on MyFitnessPal somehow; it's a miracle to me as I think I was pretty stupid idle all day.
To recap, I spent a big whack of the late morning and midday on the computer preparing for a job interview in Wodonga tomorrow and attending to a few other things. Michael arrived along about 11am.
I think the most striking thing for the day was an exercise in bovine orthopaedics. One of the calves who was born a few days ago has been walking with its back hooves bent under its feet. Imagine walking on the front part of your ankle. Most likely this is because it's a big calf and would have been cramped up pre-birth, and the tendons haven't acquired their proper tension. To save him injuring himself this afternoon I crash-tackled him and Dad and I held him down while Michael (being an ambulance volunteer) strapped the hooves into their proper position with crepe bandages and tape. The little fellow was walking about right when we left him, and God willing his feet will settle in their right position over the next few days. He looks most fetching n his silvery coloured boots!
Not much else exciting today. Seminar on radio use at SES training tonight.
Looking forward to telling you about the interview tomorrow!
Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Time on the road
Hi everyone,
Lots of time on the road today.
I had a morning appointment with Centrelink - the social security agency here - about now getting unemployment benefits and my duties to look for work.
I'm not going to lie: I'm still a bit sensitive (for want of a better word) about being on benefits. That's why this is how I've labelled my own file of social security documents -

And, really, why I always try to look well presented when I go in. Maybe it's snobbery or a pride I have no right to, but I'd hate to be turning up disheveled in thongs and a raggy t-shirt like I'd given up on life.
After attending to Centrelink and some other business in town I went back to the farm and in the afternoon the old boy and I went over to the block at Rushworth to put away a tractor that had been delivered there for use sowing some grain for feed.
The drive back to the place at Nagambie and then in to the Casa took us through Whroo. I felt a little odd about this. When the ex and I were first together we visited Whroo the same day as we had our first "let's get all dressed up" date. So it seemed somehow important.
I'm not all broken hearted or anything; just, I suppose, wondering what one does with these memories. I'm not sure.
Not much else to note. Got steers in at Nagambie to go south tomorrow. Fed that heifer who's still in the yards. Hopefully some rain in next few days.
More soon,
S
Bits and pieces
Hi everyone,
It's been a day of bits and pieces here in my world.
Did I remember to mention yesterday that we had to pull a calf late in the afternoon. Sadly, the calf didn't survive and its mother was pretty sore afterwards. She's able to get up but was clearly not comfortable. She was mostly unchanged this morning; through the day we've given her water and good oaten hay - I think with a few days TLC she'll be ok.
Through the morning I applied for some more work, although it's disheartening because I know full well I'll never hear back about them. Gripe: all I need is a start and I can work a miracle.
After trying to find work the dog and I went for a longish walk and, while we were out, found the horseshoe of draft horse.
I've hung onto it - I think it'd look good buffed and polished and displayed. I'll look into what's good in the realm of equine décor.
I got in a quick cycle in the late late afternoon and some planking late evening. Eating a lot at present, which annoys me.
Will need to go to town tomorrow for a few things. Off to Wodonga in Friday for a job interview. Let's see how we go.
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Out and about
Hi everyone,
It's been a surprisingly full day.
I slept a bit late this morning (no great surprise there). Spent part of the morning checking for new calves, including spotting a cow who was having trouble calving. Awesome.
I had to go to town about midday as I had an appointment at the Blood Bank to make a plasma donation. No matter how bad things get, sharing my blood (well, blood product) always makes me feel good!
I learned something interesting too: when the nurse was checking me he said that my haemoglobin was too low to donate. We tried again and I was over the threshold but still very low relative to my last measurement. Eventually we got a high enough score. I mentioned that I'd done a half-Marathon the day before and he said this was probably the reason - the body was tired!
By the time I was back at the farm Dad had returned from Flinders. He was working on the cow with the stuck calf; eventually we got it out, and I'm pretty sure the cow will get up tomorrow too.
No more for now (very tired). More tomorrow.
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