Lazlo, I told you before, I told your mother, I say Rachael, Rachael, what will become of that boy, you fill his head with these notions. I say ever since he was a little boy he been different, no respect, I know you try, you try, but without a husband, ah, that was a heartbreak, you and that little boy, destitute, alone in a logging coup,taken in by Jesuists, you teach him, you teach him respect, but that Saint Ignatius of Loyola, that Peter Hans Kolvenbach, they take a good jewish boy and they fill his head with nonsense. Social justice, phah. What does a Pope know of justice. I tell you Rachael, I told you in my tears many times before, what will become of that boy if he talk bad about these people, maybe he should get a job, like his father, ah, my poor dear, dear nephew, crushed like a pumpkin seed beneath the dozer, I see Rachael, I see every day that little boy looking up from the quivering hand of his father, searching for the rest of him, and seeing that nasty, nasty man driving the dozer, yelling out profit, profit, he got in the way of profit, Oh, I see Rachael, I see what that could do to a boy, that and them Jesuists, give him those ideas, environment belonging to everyone, communistic, that boy. Our government got the environment Rachael, they can give it away, he got no respect that boy, that boy don’t know his place, he never get on television if he keep talking like that, they never make him famous if he say bad things like this, how is he to keep his mumma, his blessed mumma, who almost die giving birth to him, how he going to get a good job on the television if he says things like that. The boy got to learn not to have an opinion. They don’t want no-one with an opinion. Tell him to go back to fart jokes, I say that to your mumma, forgive my mouth,  I say people, people they want that funiest home video, fall over, funny dog, that sort of humour. You don’t make fun of the big men. You don’t give your opinion. Not in Tasmanian media. They got the opinion, or they buy an opinion. We got to get along. We got to know our place. Our place is not to have an opinion. Don’t do you no good to have an opinion. How you make money if you got an opinion. That boy just got to learn.

Your loving Aunt Rebecca.