WHAT IS THE PROBLEM WITH COMMERCE IN AUSTRALIA.

I heard the other day on the National propaganda outlet that liquid natural gas prices will rise when the ‘big men’ begin exploiting our assets of that stuff big time.

What a mob of jerks.

Anyone with any brains would realise the situation of ‘economies of scale’.

But here we have it yet again.

Australian citizens (according to this dickwit) have to cough up more moolah for something they already/collectively own.

All somewhat like the war criminal, howard selling Telstra to Australians.

Selling the fools who fell for it – something they already owned.

So now it is ‘fossil fuel’.

Having to pay more for a thing that is THEIR resource – so that it can be exported to someone else at the ‘right price’.

What a complete load of crap!

HOW IGNORANT AND BEYOND REASON IS THAT?

There is an underclass of complete morons in this great south land.

It seems that half the population of them have moved into this burg lately.

Who knows where the filth came from – but most of them will move on in a few months.

It is a bi-annual cycle here.

One lot arrives at the start of summer – last six months or so – occupy housing below the floodline – then move on.

If the weather is kind – they are replaced, at the start of winter, by another mob moving into what the the previous punters have recently left.

Yep. A twice yearly ripoff of the last of their assets – the poor buggers.

They aren’t completely stupid – at least not by much.

So while they temporaly occupy every Aussie’s dream and get behind with their somewhat shonky mortgages it begins to occur to them that they’ve been gulled by experts.

Of course. Being somewhat conservative by nature they leave it to the last moment to contact those ‘agencies’ allegedly placed there to help them out.

Only to find that those ‘agencies’ are actually set up to suck ‘em dry of their last dollars.

That’s when they finally go ballistic after discovering that they’ve been duped

That’s when violence begins in the streets.

So who is causing this grief?

Anyone smart enough to perceive cause and effect might take a look at the CVs of the sort we have in our local/regional councils.

The vast majority are into real-estate – or is that unreal-estate?

A reasonable person would easily assume that they are there to feather their own nests – not for any reasons of altruism.

They tell me that a referendum is happening with the next federal raffle.

The masters want us to ‘legitimise’ local government.

In other words they (the masters) want us to give these local ‘government bastards the legal right to rip us off blind.

Good luck to you if you are mug enough to fall for that one.

THE SLAVE CASTE – SLAVES WEARING ’LIVERY’

Look at the dropkicks. Look carefully.

They stand out like dog’s balls on every streetscape.

Their apparel shouts it to the skies – ‘look at me – I’m a peasant’.

What shouts that to the skies?

The ridiculous clothes they wear on the job – and increasingly often they wear everywhere.

Ugly polyester shirts and daggy trousers with retroflective stripes.

It almost seems as if they are proud of their ubermensch status – which they seem to insist on proving.

Bumbling halfwits dressed in day-glo orange – apparently the overseer class.

Then the serfs wearing green or yellow.

About two-thirds of the population these days seem to be dressed like stupid bloody mobile traffic lights.

God only knows where they came from – other than down south.

‘Demographics change’.

These days I wish I were a sociologist with tenure.

I could keep my family fed for some years writing up a paper about how completely stupidly braindead these blonks are – meanwhile so carefully identifying their origins and  motivation.

They even have a sub-class of ‘wannabes’ bumping about our public spaces pretending they are something they are most definitely not.

“Gor! Lookatim! He’s important – a dayglo shirt, but he gets to wear thongs – where can I apply for his job?”

It is so completely sad and has gone well beyond a joke.

A person always suspected that there is something wrong with this society.

Somehow these brightly clad dupes have proven the case.

How best to put it?

Some months back a raffle was held here in queensland.

The brainless idiots mentioned above chose to put their bet on the conservatives (they wanted to vote against that bligh and had no other choice).

In result, ‘queensland’ became ‘newmania’.

And now that governance in ‘newmania’ has collapsed – the streets are being occupied and run by these dickheads in flouro shirts – the new and visible ‘proletariat’.

So – welcome all you old Queenslanders to the new outlaw state of ‘FLOURISTAN’.

WHEN I WAS A BRAT ENGINEERING TRAINEE – I DIDN’T BLAME THE PM WHEN MY BOSSES ACTED LIKE DANGEROUS FUCKWITS

Somehow I survived their sort of careless stupidity – encountered as a matter of course with any job in Bjelke Petersen’s Queensland back in the late 60s/early 70s.

If a bloke could read the future he would have joined a hippie colony instead of ‘doing time’ in a sugar mill.

What a mob of useless, dangerous, uncaring – weird - tossers they all were.

But now it is Kev’s fault that some kids died on the job fitting insulation in queensland ceilings?

Okay. I get it.

Jurisdiction doesn’t matter?

So somehow Kev, as the bloke in charge then, has to cop the blame for the heinous situation under queensland industrial law?

That suits me.

If it runs that way then the reverse can be applied.

In other words that arsehole Beattie was directly responsible for the death of my first-born son in result of serving in the Defence Reserves – 9 RQR.

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”.

THIS KEV DWEEB – THE ‘KEV’ KID WITH GLASSES IN THE SCHOOL LIBRARY WANTS A PUBLIC DEBATE WITH THE BOXING BLUE.

More street theatre -

Abbortt won’t come to the show.

Might it be that he feels somewhat intellectually challenged if he happened to accept such a challenge?

Could it be that he’d founder if confronted with some real issues?

Strike me pink – Kev even offered to let jughead set the agenda.

Even then he’s not game to front up.

The bludger has been keen enough the last three plus years.

So what is his problem now – other than his reasonable expectation that he’ll be made to look like a complete idiot.

Perhaps that poor inarticulate sod could offer, say, Turnbull, as his proxy, to engage in verbal warfare with our (not so) new premier?

But that can’t happen without the risk of another coup with the conservatives.

If it were not so serious the show would be a complete scream.

In fact – what a complete scream it must appear to those of our trading partners.

We believe we can forget about how stupid we appear to our allies – ‘cos they are the  sick bastards who have engineered all this hate.

We, collectively, are on a sabre’s edge.

If we cannot get past this wealth of squabble – then the Common-Wealth is fucked beyond recall.

POLITICIANS ARE STUPID AND HAVE TOO MUCH CONCERN ABOUT THEIR OWN GAMES EVER TO AFFORD ANY HOPE FOR THE POPULACE –

http://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/1784304/Rudd-unveils-ministry-as-Labor-reshapes

Why shouldn’t Mr. Rudd have the grace of a sort of compressed timeframe to attempt finishing how he began the miserable and unrewarding task of being premier of this dump.

Even the deaf and blind can accept that those retiring from the laborites are a mob of self interested, meretricious, bastards.

Funny, isn’t it that the smarmy press never mention that a fair few of the opposition are past their use-by-date too?

What exactly was gillard’s game by declaring an election date so far in the future that without any doubt it had HM’s opposition barking like the proverbial junk-yard dogs?

Baying like junk-yard dogs interspersed with the odd pious statement/lament about cross-party support for utter flapoola whenever they think the punters will halfway believe them.

Stap me; if, in the old days, they were the supporting act in a music-hall show they’d cop the ballistic custard pies and rotten spuds.

Now is the time to do that – for the peasants to go ballistic with representations to these bludgers hoping to win the next raffle.

Nail the buggers down now – because you won’t ever get to meet with the creeps once they’ve won their shiny little seats.

All of which, none of which has addressed the core problem with these floggers.

None of them seem to be aware that they are placed there (as stupid as our arbitrary process is) to REPRESENT their electorate and the everyday problems of those in their electorate.

That includes those howsoever disenfranchised by our brain-dead bastard system.

In one sense – nothing will change – whoever ‘wins’.

But that is their eternal confidence trick.

It isn’t THEM supposed to win – those raffle winning pricks.

It is supposed to be YOU, the populace – who by carefully placing your vote gains a reasoned parliament.

But you fools cannot work out what is provided under the constitution – nor are you valiant enough to band together and cry ‘foul’.

Good luck – and don’t forget to put a buck each way on the next one.