Wunderbar.
The blockheads have finally worked out how the German nation, as others turned their head, repaid their enforced war debt!
And look where that lead a few years later !
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
BLOGS – SO THE PROBLEM IS ALL ABOUT THE BIG DOLLAR –
So why not start printing currency and handing it out, big time, to the disadvantaged – before the upcoming election?
Rudd had it right a while back and more or less did exactly that by dumping a few bucks into everyone’s bank account.
At least he was decent enough to service the poor before he delivered largesse to the wealthy.
But even if that can be played another time in order to sink the south pacific peso down to, say, 80 cents to the seppo dollar – nothing will ever restore what we had of a manufacturing/ creativity industry.
All that has gone, been systematically destroyed by useless, unimaginative raffle winners who reach out and dictate to a nation without any charter of rights - in order to engineer a close future epoch when the new owners of this island continent will be able to rationalise resources by establishing value adding/manufacturing here on our land.
A bit of a turnaround from the last couple of decades and something I’ll leave Australians to think about.
Of course they’ll (the new masters) will need an underpaid/overworked peasant class to maximize the profits in the upcoming, new age, client-state australia
Amazingly enough the Australian underclass seem eminently suited to that role.
Leastways, whether through ignorance or apathy, they certainly seem overkeen to put themselves in that situation.
Perhaps that’s why the gendarmes (our traditional running dogs of capitalism) don’t seem keen to close down the meth lab in our neighbourhood.
Perhaps they want to be a part of the new Australia
Yep. They seem keen to take on the management of production and distribution of meth and crack.
Save us, even the schoolboy histories have enough accounts of that, especially last century.
Anyone ever heard of Jardine Matheson and how they started out in China
Jeesus wept, people, when will you ever awake from your slumber?
Many of you are already working more than two jobs to stay ahead of the bills.
Do any of you seriously believe that voting in (what I call letting them win the raffle) any of the party bludgers in this coming election is ever going to solve anything?
Why not boycott the show.
Avoid the encroaching miserable result. Refuse to vote if the incumbent is useless to your standard.
Refuse to vote for some pre-selected (pre-selected by whom?) newbie or wannabe.
Those who want equal opportunity –
Let’s sack the houses of representatives and senate.
What’s wrong with replacing them with two other houses?
We could call them the ‘Gents’ and the ‘Ladies’.
Every six months or a year (whatever) they could choose who’ll be the ‘upper house’ – decide who’ll, for awhile, be ‘on top’ – so to speak.
Perhaps there’d be a case for a third house – for those either of confused gender or sexuality.
And a fourth, fifth or sixth for whatever axe some mob might want to grind?
Perhaps that way we could stop looking backward at the mistakes of history and barge through, disregarding stupid mistakes, to go squawking blindly into the new age.
Meanwhile – as mentioned, someone in Canberra
Wunderbar.
The blockheads have finally worked out how the German nation, as others turned their head, repaid their enforced war debt!
We at Calligula’s Horse are supposed to be the blockheads?
Wise up Tuesday, May 7, 2013
DEAF AS A POST IS THE CONSERVATIVE PREMIER AND EVEN MORE DISADVANTAGED/ DANGEROUS ARE THE OPPOSITION
Blogs – Passant or pissant?
Dear John,
(Not many occasions I get to write a ‘Dear John’ letter.)
I began writing to your ‘forum’ some years ago.
At some stage early in the proceedings this ‘Dooley’ character began systematically dumping on whatever I had written, regardless of subject or importance of other comment, whenever I was silly enough to bother your pages.
He/it eventually arrived at my pages, apparently wanting to pull the same stunt there.
(Something that really burrs us up here at ‘Calligulashorse’ is idiots droning on about SFA rotating about their self-interest in pissant attempts to qualify that with terms like – ‘at -the -end -of -the –day’ or ‘the -elephant -in -the –room’ or ‘synergy’ or some such utter catch-phrase drivel they’ve borrowed from the internet.)
He, ‘Dooley’, didn’t last long.
I didn’t censor the article, censure him/it, or can any of his crapola – it appears that he couldn’t somehow present any adequate argument against the cold hard logic he met there – so soon drifted back to Passant for a little while; then disappeared. (Anyone interested can search ‘Dooley’ in my blog.)
And I made note of what game the Dooley character appeared to be playing so decided for some while not to waste time writing to the source of ‘Dooley’.
That source, Mr. Passant was your supposedly socialist pages.
At the time I saw you getting (what?) hot under the collar about this upstart queenslander, this Calligula, questioning some of the dross you were expounding as the faux commie you are. Apparently, I’m not allowed the opinion I merely express here.
I’d noticed that you tended to plagiarise, or was that ‘innocently borrow from various sources’?
To pad out your pages, I mean – or so it reads.
Or are you somehow able to avail yourself of some syndicate?
The Neo-Nazi disinformation machine, maybe. Or perhaps the CIA through the streamlined communications service of the ANU?
I’ve always found it fascinating how peasants like me have to strike it original with every word and phrase touching our mind while the ‘intelligencia’ get to pinch everyone else’s work with pernicious, promiscuous and gay abandon.
So, like any queensland
It may have been either the rapidly approaching election or my sense of humour that had me recently going back and contributing to the Passant pages again these last few days.
But one thing was for sure that some right wing nasty was lurking there in wait for poor old commie me.
Calls itself ‘KAY” – has been there a while; on the Passant pages, that is and expresses views somewhat flexible – but mostly to the right of A. Hitler while seeking a rather serpentine course toward outcomes in future Australian society of the sort that might please Pol Pot.
(A lot of that sort emerging from ‘under the log’ (sorry Robert Graves) these days.)
Engaged with that article (Sorry, old fashioned term alluding to the ‘orrible object, ‘Kay’) I made the fatal mistake of asking her politely to go boil ‘her/its’ head.
Note – I did not threaten her – more simply asked her to do us all a tiny favour.
Nothing more than a simple request for the undertaking of a voluntary action that would have contributed something of merit toward balancing our somewhat constrained society – or at least a statement of acquiescence on her/its part might have amused the more sensible readers of Passant’s futile, faux socialist blog.
For some reason, (and I can only deduce that Passant of the ANU, ‘Graham Dooley’ and ‘Kay’ are one and the same creature.) whenever I approach these matters from the outlook of a bloke of some fair life experience it becomes obvious that he should take into consideration what utter conniving bastards most people are.
With little stretch of the imagination a reasonable bloke could come to realise that these turkeys from academia are simply stealing other work by the ream – publishing that on their pages, then writing up the comments and replies themselves.
Must be something about creating a false posture of CONTROVERSY.
More importantly these bludgers, at the ANU and the like, are feeding back honest comment from innocent patriots to the sort in polity who might decide to have them bumped off in the future.
OR – (be a mug like I was and tell Passant that I’m reasonably convinced that Gillard staged the coup and has since been selling the laborites down the creek to Abbott ‘cos she INTENDED to do that – that in result she and her faction are TRAITORS – leastways to all the traditional laborites and unionists, they are.)
But then again - it comes down to the matter of literacy, keyboard skills and available time.
Those issues alone preclude any response to droning, unintelligible, endless moaning about this or that about the economy or why the pre-ordained winners of our next election are going to massacre the poor and disadvantaged at their first chance.
It has me buggered hollow, therefore, why a self-proclaimed commie like ‘Passant’ seems to sink a true socialist like myself and banish him from his allegedly commie pages.
It has most definitely reached the stage where Australia has become part of Asia .
Our masters are past learning – past needing to learn about perfidy and treachery.
Indeed they have acquired the skills of hate and threat – adequate to permit them to slime in between the cracks of the encroaching new age of Australian politics.
Watch that show unfold after the next election.
PS -
Meanwhile, over the road, the meth lab keeps pouring out its poison.
Dreck smoke – like chemical garbage dump this evening – puke on diesel fumes, this morning – character building stuff when your son starts gagging and coughing his guts out at 6.00 AM!
Maybe the official IGNOREance of that is some sort of reparation for the queensland
Or maybe for the meantime, while recognizing that it’s a losing wicket the corrupt bludgers in governance in queensland just want to wring the last buck out of a lost cause?
Saturday, May 4, 2013
SHE'S GONE BEYOND RECALL - A LOST CAUSE
I googled “halfwit at "xx zitty" street.”
I don’t know why.
Other than the fact that for some reason at first thing in the morning somewhere between five to a dozen vehicles arrive there in order to open what we’ve always called a ‘chew and spew’. Over the road, opposite us; if you understand.
It finally came to my consciousness that the ‘chew and spew’ over the road had become a ‘money laundering apparatus’.
As it happens I’ve lived ‘across the road’ from this establishment for a little more than 59 years, have seen quite a number of proprietors come and go over the years.
None of ‘em have ever made a go of it for many of those years – apparently until recently.
Some of ‘em have lived in and kept a vehicle or two – some have resided elsewhere else and usually never needed more than one or two vehicles to keep the shop running and/or servicing the other occupation that’s usually been necessary to keep that business viable.
It fascinates me how the present lot seem to manage to keep the show going with bugger all customers of the regular sort going away with anything like a soggy baggy of fish and chips clutched in their craggy hands.
Essentially, there’s bugger all than about a dozen of their sort.
These days, that pretence has dissolved.
The lurkers turn up and swap a fistful of cash for a ziplock bag of happy beans – out front as transparent as you’d like.
What amuses us is how the show seems to revolve about numerous brand-new vehicles turning up in the morning.
How the operation has about four ABN references these days?
And something else out the back ( another ABN with no names attached to the documentation?) providing an excuse for those involved to go out wearing those flouro shirts and retroflective striped jeans favoured by important people in the mining/resources industry, etc.
In short, their activities look good at first glance – but despite the number of vehicles turning up there at start of business, the chew and spew has bugger all customers – an unsustainable amount of customers while little else seems to happen out the back where the other business is claimed to happen..
In fact it all seems to be a bit of a snow job.
Or is that an ‘ICE’ job?
F’r god’s sake, once upon a time we might have appreciated being bombed out every day for free. These days we are dying by degrees – what with is blowing in the wind through our windows all day.
A reasonable person would want to either tell the jerkoffs to piss off and annoy someone else – or arrive at a decent negotiatedf price.
They can either stop poisoning us or buy us out.
We call ‘em the ‘pigdogs’.
Of course, the ‘pigdog’ shiteheels won’t offer that.
To continue -
Might that be why we tend to wake up a little late in the mornings these last few years – often puking up?
Serious stuff; puking your heart out and waving arms about trying to get your circulation going.
What does that have to do with the morning scene across the road?
As we shake our arms awake and take our daily issue of Brufen™ to get our limbs working.
Could that have anything to do with the increasingly ‘interesting clientele’ who seem to visit the establishment these days without taking away a package of food?
As it happens the incidence of our ‘unwellness’ does seem to coincide with the abberant customers over the road.
Maybe that’s why visitors to that shop more often end up lying senseless in the gutters around here lately?
Last night, I saw one bloke lying senseless in the gutter being rolled over, having his pockets searched by a person who had the remarkably similar physique as the bloke managing (for the time being) that chew and spew.
A particular friend of mine who happens to live out of town persists in parking over the other side of the road directly beside this establishment.
Doing that provides him the opportunity to complain about the chemical stench coming from the place.
And –
He enjoys ribbing me about the fact that our regional council continues to ignore their activities there.
He enjoys jabbing his elbow in to remind me about how corrupt our police are.
He reckons he can get away with that little joke since his mum’s family name is Hurley of Palm Island fame.
Then, as it happens, the regional government councilor for our area is a star.
He is Vince Habermann, oam.(whatever oam means)
Vince is an inveterate sportsman who used to work for the bloke who is our local state member and now our police minister.
I’m sure the reader will get the connection.
While we’ve been talking to another hero of the common man for the last several years; one Ross Sommerfeld of that same outfit of acquisitive bludgers –
.
And it appears that they actually CONDONE people dying by degrees in their own homes while they’re being gassed out by neighbourhood meth production and their somewhat bogan customers forgetting that they are leaving their vehicles running, unsecured everywhere about the streets in their haste to do a deal for some reds or some xtal meth across the road..
But don’t take this the wrong way, though.
Just because I’m am old fart these days doesn’t mean that I’m some holy joe, straight arrow conservative.
Just because these suckers over the road are selling really bad shit to a lot of people who should know better doesn’t worry me overmuch.
Firstly, if they are going to the chew and spew to buy lunch – it would pay them to take a good sniff before they went through the door.
If they did, they’d be puking before they ever ordered lunch.
If they are there to score something else, they should also mark the smell – ‘cause that might give them the hint that their newly acquired cache might be somewhat below the standards of our therapeutic drugs administration.
But I guess the desperate are just that – completely desperate.
‘Which, I suppose, is why I noticed this familiar, shadowy form going through the pockets of an unconscious bloke lying in the footpath half way up our street last night, 3 May, 2013.
Sort of raises questions, doesn’t it?
How the hell was ‘garcon’, busy in his ‘chew and spew’, even aware that some drug sotted idiot was konked out half-way up the street?
Why was he so twitchy all the time that some people in a SUV stayed there, apparently waiting for ‘assistance’ to arrive.
Why, as soon as he’d encouraged them to piss off, did he go through the supine person’s pockets.
Why did he then pocket something he’d found there.
Why did he have to run back to his shop, then (when we’ve noticed he always keeps a mobile phone pocketed in the same way a cop keeps a glock).
(Oh, sorry, the running back to the shop tended to confirm that the shadowy figure standing over the supine person of interest was the bloke from that shop at question.
Then, shortly after, along came the gendarmerie. The paddy wagon with lights on high beam.
By then, of course, the body had magically disappeared off the footpath (I’d say into that dosshouse, next door, with the blacked out windows and all the air-conditioners) and everything was fine in this sorry little corner of regional queensland
I am not any sort of toolhead of the likes that they are proving to be.
I may be a bit ancient and so is my Lady Wife.
Those jerks down the street, for some time now have had the prevailing wind coming our way from their little enterprise.
This year, Praise the weather, we’ve had a little break.
That little break has given us some time to work out why we’ve been sick as dogs for some years now.
That break has also given me enough time to speak (Hah, what a joke that is) with our system of governance and ask for their help with the situation.
Essentially, the ‘system of governance’ in any way manner, or form, gives not a friggin’ continental.
I’m not sure whether this means Gillard, Abbott, Newman, Langbroek, and wassisname (the local burgerking) Forman all keep getting out of bed at dawn by way of drug assistance – but it would not surprise me.
One thing for sure is that none of the bludgers care about people who have to endure bloody mindedness, hate, threats and ongoing violence from the sort of stupid berks invading their traditional space.
Let’s put that more precisely –
In this modern queensland
This whole show is about all one could expect from their tiny minded sort – and fuckem!
In conclusion – these lines may be somewhat discordant.
That’s for the simple reason that the shitheads over the road have been brewing their poison all night.
How in God’s name is a person able to write well while the meth brewers have been pumping out their filth all night long?
Would a respectable meth addict expect that he.she’d be subject to the effluvium of the production of the filth they’d take into their systems?
What is the problem with mr police minister Dempsey that he condones – gives free reign to this sort of thing in his own electorate – affords that about two street blocks away from his pal bob butler in the police boy’s youth club
Why the hell newman gave that turkey the job of police minister defeats any sort of logic.
There is something terribly wrong that cannot ever be managed, or written off the scales of misery which has happened as history in this sorry place.
While queensland and Australia supports a system whereby the scum can walk in and subsume decent people in their environs and own abodes – that sort of scurroulous undertaking will be followed by worse from the sort that is being permitted to come to set up their own establishments here.
In two or less decades Australia
Even you stupid, goddamned bogans will find yourselves alienated by a mor vigorous, somewhat nasty and quite murderous sort from southern asia .
Enjoy that. You deserve it in result of your pig-ignorance and complacency.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
WHAT A JOKE IT HAS BECOME
KEYS – methamphetamine – mines going bust – corruption in governance – death threats – Mafiosi tactics – corruption – bad behaviour – pig-ignorance – annoyance –gettalife – groinstrain – the ex-sergeant shouldn’t be police minister – sergeant schultz (believe it or not) shouldn’t have a job in the qps any longer - ‘premier can-do’ needs a good look at WHAT HE’S CAUSING – when will they ever learn? – quality of life blown to hades – how stupid are they all not to consider their own vulnerability in retirement?
All a bit of a joke these days.
The Good Lord once put out a comment –
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
Even from the valid and most obvious point of self-interest that seems lately to have gone out the door.
Some thoughts about why this may be -
There’s some big change in the tight wound, incestuous, little world of regional queensland
Elements of our government glibly make the excuse of ‘demographics change’: the migration of those dispossessed and perpetually unemployed from the southern states.
Seems there’s some animals (except that animals tend to behave better) out in the streets these days.
As it happens we’ve been going into meeting with our ‘regional council’ these last couple of years about the meth brewing blowins arriving here lately.
There’s cr. ross sommerfeld (the planning magician and herr peter byrne, the ceo.
Neither of them will reply in writing to the written submissions we’ve sent them.
Funny, that!
They still maintain the rule of law exists in sunny queensland
I seriously doubt it.
I was advised many years ago by a simple traffic cop on his clapped-out Triumph Saint motorcycle that he could never “CONDONE” an unlawful action.
I forget his name but there are plenty about these days ‘CONDONING’ unlawful acts.
They can be named – but what the hell is the point when they “CONDONE” chemically challenged halfwits schreeching abuse through your window at the dead of night.
I WOULDN’T GIVE A STUFF IF THIS IDIOT HAD JUST SHOUTED THIS CRAP AT ME.
But he had a go at my son first.
I’ve seen his sort before plenty of times living here in redneck bloody queensland
Not in Bjelke Petersen’s time – never until now.
What a complete joke it all has become!
Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
“Dear “Wizza” – or – What’s that got to do with anything?”
What motivated you to make such specious comment as to whether any of the people at CH have ever been in the army?
Since you’ve been kind enough to associate keyboard ease of character assassination while striking the odd key yourself it might be timely to advise you of some fact – or in your somewhat obtuse words – reveal some of my ‘private persona’.
As it happens one of our team who regrettably is no longer with us DID happen to be a soldier for more than half of his short life.
He’s no longer with us now in result of his passing after enduring several years of illness he contracted while on multi-national defence exercise in North Queensland.
Are you with me “Wizza” – he paid the ultimate price for his beliefs.
Despite the chief defence medico providing dire public warning about endemic tropical diseases in such areas as Shoalwater Bay
On top of that, through bitter circumstance, he was being ‘treated’ by a queensland
A perfect scenario for them – two utterly compromised and completely amoral organizations hiding behind the skirts of a thoroughly corrupted legal profession.
In fact his mum had to crawl miles over broken glass to defence before they posthumously gave her his service medal.
In such ways ‘we who are left’ are punished for having the temerity to ‘annoy’ officialdom.
So “Wizza”, contrary to our experience, I suppose it can be gleaned from your statements that you opine those army types ‘might be a bit more forgiving’?
Someone like ex-officer Andrew Wilkie, maybe?
You mention public versus private personae and the pokies issue.
Funny that!
You see we did have a fair expectation (especially after consulting Mr. Wilkie’s book) that HIS public persona might align with his private beliefs and that some just outcome would result after sending him representations about the untimely and pointless death at 33 of one of our soldiers.
But no.
Y’see “Wizza”, ‘double crossing’ (and a remarkable disparity between public image and private gutlessness) ain’t confined to prime ministers or small-beer topics like pokies regulations.
Is it “Wizza”?
There is another aspect to your message.
Many Australians had fair expectation this last term that the ‘independent’ politicians would be hell bent to use their deciding votes to wrest some socially important decisions from the majority political parties.
In this they have failed dismally.
And everyone (including/especially those they have sold out to) knows they have.
Pokies is it?
Honestly, is it possible to legislate against greed?
If so we could ban your pokies and all games of chance.
We could also ban politicians and their hangers-on.
How much Ozgovernment accrued revenue was blown away in the GFC?
Do you honestly expect an amoral mob of reivers, such as are our politicians, to somehow hold our petty punters at bay when there is absolutely no demonstration of conscience, morality or constraint emanating from their sphere.
But in closing, this - http://calligulashorse.blogspot.com.au/2011/04/wilkie-cant-remember-but-i-do-or-man-of.html - was about the refusal of Wilkie to even countenance helping the family of a dead soldier gain some justice from defence and veteran’s affairs.
Wilkie refused an obligation of office and made use of a staffer to isolate himself from his bounden duty.
And from where I sit and of what I see an act of omission is the most cowardly and reprehensible act of any public person.
That, “Wizza”, or Django, or whoever you are or wannabe, is fact.
“Wizza” said -
“Character assassination is easy at the keyboard. If you had ever been in the army, you might be a bit more forgiving. How is your public persona compared to your private persona? Don't hear you saying anything about a double crossing Prime Minister on the pokies issue. Will have to stop there, could go on forever. Isn't it easy to assassinate the character of a person, from your computer? on “WILKIE CAN’T REMEMBER – BUT I DO” – or - man of straw”
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