SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN THE SICK SHITS OVER THE ROAD ARE RUNNING THEIR DRUG LAB – USING OZONE TO CLEAN THEIR PREMISES AND GIVING YOU DEATH THREATS FOR LODGING OFFICIAL COMPLAINTS ABOUT THEM?

http://www0.health.nsw.gov.au/factsheets/environmental/ozone_generators.html

http://methlabcleanup.com.au/

http://www.safemoldsolutions.com/chapter8.php#

Shit yeah.

Real world living.

These shits moved in some years ago.

They have ‘contacts’.

The locality has gone to hell and beyond since they moved in.

A feature of this is the number of dropkicks endlessly lurking about the place.

It seems to make them feel comfortable to wear this slave garb of  day-glo shirts.

They seem to get their jollies from wearing (what seems to us) this slave garb.

I doubt whether they can ever begin to imagine how stupid they look.

Put it this way –

Go out any day in this sorry little burgh and at least 50% of the male population is dressed in day-glo shirts of some sort or another.

Some do seem genuine  but others not.

I doubt whether the reeling, spavined creeps wearing dime-store flouro shirts, shorts and thongs on their smelly feet are genuine ‘service workers’.

Yet this town is full of ‘em – fuckwit wannabes with minus zero intelligence or any understanding of where their pathetic behaviour will finally lead.

And they are the pits because for some reason they have come to believe that they are ‘empowered’.

It has long ceased to be a problem for them for them to drop their dacks and do a shit in your gutter.

This, I’m sure is what beattie meant by ‘demographics change in queensland’.

Just move to queensland, buy some day-glo shirts from some reject shop – then lurk the neighbourhoods acting worse than the mongol hordes.

“Off their face” – was a term I first heard in the mid 1970’s imported here by some wog immigrant from Melbourne.

That is, he was Melbourne born – but a complete wog in attitude.

Yet his only problem, back then, was too much Buddha and the odd spike.

A benign pussycat in comparison to the pigdogs over the road these last years.
EDIT - (Indeed, at least he was house-trained and canny enough to avoid crapping too much on his host's turf.)

Surprising that this world of nausea could be happening in this happy electorate.

What electorate?

That of the police minister of queensland.

That electorate.

His electorate.

On the ball that boy.

Making sure that his interests ain’t compromised by anything like concerned representations from his electors.

In fact, he makes sure that nothing whatsoever reaches his desk by employing staff who abuse the stuffing out of anyone stupid enough to contact his office – then tell that citizen to piss off.

A reasonable person could come to the opinion that the bastard is corrupt.

Which could lead to another missive – “How queensland works”.