Listeners, the view down to the south across the long paddocks...

Listeners, the view down to the south across the long paddocks is smoke and red fire. People have suffered but the forests will regrow. Up to the north the flood waters have risen to deposit fresh silt onto the growing plains. The people have suffered but new crops will emerge. We have fire and flood bringing destruction and renewal.

Why all this hell on earth?

I blame the RTA. I blame my useless bank. A fair degree of fault should be lumped on the thieves in charge of my super fund. And on RailCorp execs who lie daily. And maybe I can find some charge to be aimed at P platers who are so inept they wedge Mum's BMW over the top of a concrete kerb in a shopping centre.

Over the course of the night I'm sure I'll find more misbegotten and indocile representatives who deserve to be nominated for just being useless. For the moment here's Bruce singing about a place he likes.

Springsteen The River the long version