https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykuwDgNioNo
Don’t bother watching this.
Newman is right.
None of you idiots out there deserve justice.
Take no notice (you stupid bastards) that even australia’s most corrupt judiciary refuses to apply the supposed ‘mandates’ of newmans’s fascist regime against all those ‘bikies’.
Any premier with half a brain opr sense of decency would resign in this situation – in his self-created, clusterfuck, situation.
Who the hell would ever have believed that another such disgusting article would ever have been plonked into the front seat of such a loser state ever again.
Why, a fair way into the 21st century, are we being fucked about by this complete dummkopf?
Maybe I can tell you why – you stupid bastards.
For some strange reason it is the height of summer again. All you silly cunts are still coming up to q – sorry, ‘boganvillia’ – hoping to get jobs and cheap drugs in the ‘mining boom’.
None of your lot have ever worked out, or cared before you arrived here, that the jobs don’t really exist – or that, once you arrive here - that newman, Dempsey , their pals have taken over from beattie, bligh and their pals to strip you all of your last assets and send you to perdition.
Work it out, you idiots.
You are nothing but expendable pond-scum in their view.
Over the last two or three decades their sort have consolidated an industry dedicated toward stripping you all of the last of your assets and putting it directly into their pockets.
Cunning fools up here – fleecing them – then sending them on their way.
Call ‘em what you like – robber barons, pox mongers, arseholes or thieves –
That’s what they all are.
And the shiteheels connected with newman and Dempsey, up here now, are robbing you poor southern immigrant suckers blind.
Mind you – our piss poor town is, for too bloody many years, way overfull of you southern excrement.
Maybe the pigdogs exploiting you southerners are doing us locals a favour by sending you on your way?
But don’t ever write in and spit your dummy, will you, you southern dorks.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
– “FUNNY HOW NONE OF YOU LOT OUT THERE DON’T COMMENT – YOU MASONS, GOLDEN DAWN, TEMPLARS, MITHRAISTS, ROSICRUCIANS, ILLUMINATI, GOAT FUCKERS, FEMINISTS, POOFTAS, OR JUST PLAIN, LICKSPITTLE PUBLIC SERVANTS.”
So what’s yer problem, you wonkers, out there in cyberspace?
Cats got yer tongues, have they?
Or is this whole experiment of ours fairly demonstrating what we’ve always suspected?
That this whole internet jig is compromised, third-party edited, therefore censored, beyond recall.
Surely there is some idiot out there reading this who would either write in expressing their discontent with the micro-management of their lives by those greedy, acquisitive, ‘governmental’, fuckwits of the modern world?
Either that, or the greedy, acquisitive, total fuckwits of the modern world would be writing in to tell us that the team here is full of shit.
It goes without saying (Ha) that we’d like some comment from the latter team so that we can chew. ‘em up and spit ‘em out.
But where are they?
And that is entirely enough of that for the moment.
Cats got yer tongues, have they?
Or is this whole experiment of ours fairly demonstrating what we’ve always suspected?
That this whole internet jig is compromised, third-party edited, therefore censored, beyond recall.
Surely there is some idiot out there reading this who would either write in expressing their discontent with the micro-management of their lives by those greedy, acquisitive, ‘governmental’, fuckwits of the modern world?
Either that, or the greedy, acquisitive, total fuckwits of the modern world would be writing in to tell us that the team here is full of shit.
It goes without saying (Ha) that we’d like some comment from the latter team so that we can chew. ‘em up and spit ‘em out.
But where are they?
And that is entirely enough of that for the moment.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
- “Is campbell newman an alien?”
Well, as far as I’m concerned, like Mr. Spock and Abbott, he’s got the ears for the job.
And in newman’s case the bald head, the rubber lips and that bloody pig ignorant attitude toward queensland citizens.
Goes back to that old saw – if it looks like one and acts like one – then it must, bloody well BE one.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campbell_Newman - there you go. They reckon the arschlosch was born in Canberra.
That DEFINITELY makes that newman article an alien.
Shall we use this as a guide –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR3Y1e1ZVMQ
Just sit down and watch this abject crap.
After all it is brought to you by the trustworthy national geographic people.
That same ‘honest joe’ mob who’ve been shoving that ‘al gore’ crap down your necks ever since he needed a new and rewarding job.
But there it is if you want to watch.
A mob of apparently, mech/tech aliens harvesting the face of the earth, supposedly, for ‘chlorophyll and protein’.
Personally, I think it is a somewhat ‘tongue in cheek’ dig at the REAL ALIENS like the present illegal dictator of ‘boganvillia’ (the once queensland) and the sort now coming out of the ‘fuck the environment’ closet in canberra.
After all, the ‘aliens’ in this national Geographic’s piss poor fright show were only harvesting the SURFACE of our sensitive little planet.
(If you think about that for a few secs you might come to agree with me that they are amateurs – new boys in town.)
But newman and his ilk intend to scourge what’s UNDER THE SURFACE and as to what happens up top – apparently they don’t give a flying fuck.
They don’t give a fuck whether up top, down below, sideways or hell west and crooked.
Do you know why?
Because they’ll line their pockets – then piss off.
Because that stupid video put out by the ‘national geographic’ is by way of being what was once called a ‘passion play’. Leastways, a sort of passion play.
A confection designed to make you think.
A piece of hyperbole with a hidden message.
Something the ‘masters’ wouldn’t bother to suppress – ‘cos it appeared to be so simplistic and childish.
Yet the message is there and plain to see – the extra-terrestrial aliens only wanted what was easily available – nothing much more than the robber barons and the capitalists have been stealing from the peasantry for thousands of years.
Nothing more than their produce and their poor investment in life.
But the present mob of arch bastards pretending to be our ‘government’ intend to steal the very ground (its mineral wealth) from under their feet.
So these wankers (for whatever reason came into their tiny minds) put up this ‘passion play’ about ‘survival humankind’.
If you bothered watching it – the suggestion was for ‘americans’ (and by default, the rest of the world) to plan ahead in order to somehow counter some sort of alien invasion.
But you silly bastards won’t work any of that out.
Nor work out the following -
They hinted that ‘americans’ should actively engage in arranging survival plans – including ensuring they had weapons, plenty ammunition and a fair deal of explosives at their disposal. (Ha. What a joke, these days)
They strongly suggested that patriots should be survivalists.
In fact they hinted that American patriots not only would need to adopt the tactics of, say, the Taliban – but they would be fighting side by side with them; apparently all against this ephemeral, extra-terrestrial alien foe!
Yes, you brainless dickheads out there – this is a fictional scenario about an ‘alleged earth invasion out of interstellar space’?
And while our raffle winning aliens are secretly signing off deals to sell off the most part of underground Australia off to the LOWEST bidder (‘Cos that’s how those amoral, alien arseholes gain their cut) – we’re all s’pposed to be sitting, shitting our britches back at the ranch worrying about all that cheap jack Disney crap stuffed into our eyeballs.
Put it this way.
I’d Love an alien invasion of the sort portrayed there – to happen here.
For one thing they’d at least suck up all that biomass - those obese, useless, meth crazed, loonie fuckwits that have invaded queensland from Victoria these last twenty years and more.
That’d be a damned good start.
Then those aliens might hoover up parliament house when all those raffle winners are present.
If these nasty interstellar aliens portrayed so amateurishly in this –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR3Y1e1ZVMQ
- managed to do us this small favour – then they might find themselves offered a victory parade – grateful queensland maidens stuffing bouquets down their gun barrels – that sort of thing.
Jesus wept and one thing is for sure – it’d definitely make a mighty change to see only the top harvested.
PS –
Notice how I space everything out so that even a simpleton can read my spite.
I do try to use simple words and even some vernacular.
And in newman’s case the bald head, the rubber lips and that bloody pig ignorant attitude toward queensland citizens.
Goes back to that old saw – if it looks like one and acts like one – then it must, bloody well BE one.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campbell_Newman - there you go. They reckon the arschlosch was born in Canberra.
That DEFINITELY makes that newman article an alien.
Shall we use this as a guide –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR3Y1e1ZVMQ
Just sit down and watch this abject crap.
After all it is brought to you by the trustworthy national geographic people.
That same ‘honest joe’ mob who’ve been shoving that ‘al gore’ crap down your necks ever since he needed a new and rewarding job.
But there it is if you want to watch.
A mob of apparently, mech/tech aliens harvesting the face of the earth, supposedly, for ‘chlorophyll and protein’.
Personally, I think it is a somewhat ‘tongue in cheek’ dig at the REAL ALIENS like the present illegal dictator of ‘boganvillia’ (the once queensland) and the sort now coming out of the ‘fuck the environment’ closet in canberra.
After all, the ‘aliens’ in this national Geographic’s piss poor fright show were only harvesting the SURFACE of our sensitive little planet.
(If you think about that for a few secs you might come to agree with me that they are amateurs – new boys in town.)
But newman and his ilk intend to scourge what’s UNDER THE SURFACE and as to what happens up top – apparently they don’t give a flying fuck.
They don’t give a fuck whether up top, down below, sideways or hell west and crooked.
Do you know why?
Because they’ll line their pockets – then piss off.
Because that stupid video put out by the ‘national geographic’ is by way of being what was once called a ‘passion play’. Leastways, a sort of passion play.
A confection designed to make you think.
A piece of hyperbole with a hidden message.
Something the ‘masters’ wouldn’t bother to suppress – ‘cos it appeared to be so simplistic and childish.
Yet the message is there and plain to see – the extra-terrestrial aliens only wanted what was easily available – nothing much more than the robber barons and the capitalists have been stealing from the peasantry for thousands of years.
Nothing more than their produce and their poor investment in life.
But the present mob of arch bastards pretending to be our ‘government’ intend to steal the very ground (its mineral wealth) from under their feet.
So these wankers (for whatever reason came into their tiny minds) put up this ‘passion play’ about ‘survival humankind’.
If you bothered watching it – the suggestion was for ‘americans’ (and by default, the rest of the world) to plan ahead in order to somehow counter some sort of alien invasion.
But you silly bastards won’t work any of that out.
Nor work out the following -
They hinted that ‘americans’ should actively engage in arranging survival plans – including ensuring they had weapons, plenty ammunition and a fair deal of explosives at their disposal. (Ha. What a joke, these days)
They strongly suggested that patriots should be survivalists.
In fact they hinted that American patriots not only would need to adopt the tactics of, say, the Taliban – but they would be fighting side by side with them; apparently all against this ephemeral, extra-terrestrial alien foe!
Yes, you brainless dickheads out there – this is a fictional scenario about an ‘alleged earth invasion out of interstellar space’?
And while our raffle winning aliens are secretly signing off deals to sell off the most part of underground Australia off to the LOWEST bidder (‘Cos that’s how those amoral, alien arseholes gain their cut) – we’re all s’pposed to be sitting, shitting our britches back at the ranch worrying about all that cheap jack Disney crap stuffed into our eyeballs.
Put it this way.
I’d Love an alien invasion of the sort portrayed there – to happen here.
For one thing they’d at least suck up all that biomass - those obese, useless, meth crazed, loonie fuckwits that have invaded queensland from Victoria these last twenty years and more.
That’d be a damned good start.
Then those aliens might hoover up parliament house when all those raffle winners are present.
If these nasty interstellar aliens portrayed so amateurishly in this –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR3Y1e1ZVMQ
- managed to do us this small favour – then they might find themselves offered a victory parade – grateful queensland maidens stuffing bouquets down their gun barrels – that sort of thing.
Jesus wept and one thing is for sure – it’d definitely make a mighty change to see only the top harvested.
PS –
Notice how I space everything out so that even a simpleton can read my spite.
I do try to use simple words and even some vernacular.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
"INFORMERS IN BOGANVILLIA"
http://www.independentaustralia.net/politics/politics-display/queensland-lnp-trashes-democracy-and-rights,5848
He was once a ‘straight arrow’; a Naval Reservist and had a career within the state system.
As the years passed he learned that something wasn’t quite kosher within that system, within queensland.
Yet, before he became totally disillusioned he was sent away on a ‘course’.
It was years before he said anything about this to me.
And when he finally did - he only sketched the outlines, the bare bones, of what he’d been told.
There was the advert in a popular biker magazine – make your own guns, explosives and nasty devices – just send us your details along with a few dollars and we’ll send you the booklet.
It was true.
What the advert didn’t mention was that your name and details would go on to a national database then being cooked up in Canberra – that, ha, ha, your own money PAID for your name to be eternally filed there.
There was this thing about the incredible percentage of our ‘citizens’ prepared to act as ‘stool pigeons’, as unpaid informers – all poised to dob in members of their family, friends, acquaintances and associates.
Even the record of books borrowed from the local library was being sent away to be number crunched.
Recently they’ve been pretending that the habitual monitoring of communications has somehow crept-in beneath the event horizon.
Bullshit – its been happening for years.
In fact, we’ve all been living in an amazingly, outstandingly, unprofessional excuse for a Stasi-state for decades.
So sergeant Schultz, for instance, visits the pub and (with his permission) records his conversation with Dypso O’Donahue.
Dypso has a personal hate on who he perceives as his commie, feminist, artist, neighbour, Sherise McLeod, whose dog ‘Titswobble’ wakes him up every morning at dawn.
So Dypso tells Schultz that his neighbour entertains lots of men.
Which means that, despite the easily verifiable fact that Sherise is indeed the busy chairperson of the regional arts committee, her name and details will be entered as a person ‘known to police’ on the national database.
Easy as that!
And what is all this crapola about?
Absolutely nothing whatsoever of national importance, I can assure you.
This island continent which they once told us was one of the top wealthiest and most progressive nations is now nothing but the grand sociological experiment.
Somehow we managed to inherit this resource and opportunity rich southern landmass after the poms annexed it on the cheap.
They established a system of occupation that not only nearly exterminated the original Australians but also exploited the buggery out of their own people stupid enough to come to these shores.
That historical record has not been the worst – but, by God, it has not been the best.
Then as pax Britannica wained the seppos took over.
“All the way with LBJ.’ he sarcastically proclaimed a few months before going paddling in the Southern Ocean.
So what the hell did Holt mean?
Was he suggesting the yanks were indeed fucking us?
Is that why he so mysteriously disappeared?
Has Australian politics been somewhat more ‘cut and thrust’ than the ‘Gay Bee Cee’ ever let on?
And if so – then that might explain why we’ve been ‘monitored’ all these years (probably nothing more or less, until recently, than the ‘standard operating procedures initiated by our first military governors – then perpetuated as a matter of convenience).
Which also fairly explains why we don’t have any semblance of a charter of rights in this dump.
Getting back to the subject –
I suppose it is some display of the zealousness, leastways the misguided ingenuity of the running dogs and acolytes of the system that has held this place together since 1788.
Corrupt, perverted and perverse damned near every one of those articles may have been – but at least until recently they’d also beavered away at creating some small amount of infrastructure.
Our old queensland hospitals, for instance, might have looked more like military barracks than hospitals.
But at least they were clean, cool, open, well ventilated, open to the air and cleansing sunlight, well built and usually well staffed by caring, motivated and usually overworked professionals.
These days they are closed in boxes – the staff usually as sick and jaded as their patients and overworked and underpaid more than ever before.
This Stasi state –
Exactly where is it going?
When will it reach its eutectic point – that state of sudden melt-down?
When will all those slimers – those informers, turn on their masters?
Can’t be much longer judging by the panic being evinced by the brizzo politburo lately.
In fact, if any honest political commentator had balls enough to have their say – they’d suggest that the sort of thing recently being expelled from the bowels of the newman regime ( the vlad crap, etc.) may well be in result of the involuntary spasms of a very sick and dying creature.
Leastways HOPEFULLY a dying creature.
Since the useless bludgers (for unfathomable reasons of their own) ARE fucking with people’s lives along the lines as I described above.
And there is PROFIT in there for them.
Asset stripping profit is what they seem to be about.
Annex this, steal that, put Joe and Moe out of business here and there – then pinch their assets and land.
So sick – so bloody obvious that even the judiciary are cracking a shit.
But, I suspect, only because they are suddenly, recently, being cut out of the action.
He was once a ‘straight arrow’; a Naval Reservist and had a career within the state system.
As the years passed he learned that something wasn’t quite kosher within that system, within queensland.
Yet, before he became totally disillusioned he was sent away on a ‘course’.
It was years before he said anything about this to me.
And when he finally did - he only sketched the outlines, the bare bones, of what he’d been told.
There was the advert in a popular biker magazine – make your own guns, explosives and nasty devices – just send us your details along with a few dollars and we’ll send you the booklet.
It was true.
What the advert didn’t mention was that your name and details would go on to a national database then being cooked up in Canberra – that, ha, ha, your own money PAID for your name to be eternally filed there.
There was this thing about the incredible percentage of our ‘citizens’ prepared to act as ‘stool pigeons’, as unpaid informers – all poised to dob in members of their family, friends, acquaintances and associates.
Even the record of books borrowed from the local library was being sent away to be number crunched.
Recently they’ve been pretending that the habitual monitoring of communications has somehow crept-in beneath the event horizon.
Bullshit – its been happening for years.
In fact, we’ve all been living in an amazingly, outstandingly, unprofessional excuse for a Stasi-state for decades.
So sergeant Schultz, for instance, visits the pub and (with his permission) records his conversation with Dypso O’Donahue.
Dypso has a personal hate on who he perceives as his commie, feminist, artist, neighbour, Sherise McLeod, whose dog ‘Titswobble’ wakes him up every morning at dawn.
So Dypso tells Schultz that his neighbour entertains lots of men.
Which means that, despite the easily verifiable fact that Sherise is indeed the busy chairperson of the regional arts committee, her name and details will be entered as a person ‘known to police’ on the national database.
Easy as that!
And what is all this crapola about?
Absolutely nothing whatsoever of national importance, I can assure you.
This island continent which they once told us was one of the top wealthiest and most progressive nations is now nothing but the grand sociological experiment.
Somehow we managed to inherit this resource and opportunity rich southern landmass after the poms annexed it on the cheap.
They established a system of occupation that not only nearly exterminated the original Australians but also exploited the buggery out of their own people stupid enough to come to these shores.
That historical record has not been the worst – but, by God, it has not been the best.
Then as pax Britannica wained the seppos took over.
“All the way with LBJ.’ he sarcastically proclaimed a few months before going paddling in the Southern Ocean.
So what the hell did Holt mean?
Was he suggesting the yanks were indeed fucking us?
Is that why he so mysteriously disappeared?
Has Australian politics been somewhat more ‘cut and thrust’ than the ‘Gay Bee Cee’ ever let on?
And if so – then that might explain why we’ve been ‘monitored’ all these years (probably nothing more or less, until recently, than the ‘standard operating procedures initiated by our first military governors – then perpetuated as a matter of convenience).
Which also fairly explains why we don’t have any semblance of a charter of rights in this dump.
Getting back to the subject –
I suppose it is some display of the zealousness, leastways the misguided ingenuity of the running dogs and acolytes of the system that has held this place together since 1788.
Corrupt, perverted and perverse damned near every one of those articles may have been – but at least until recently they’d also beavered away at creating some small amount of infrastructure.
Our old queensland hospitals, for instance, might have looked more like military barracks than hospitals.
But at least they were clean, cool, open, well ventilated, open to the air and cleansing sunlight, well built and usually well staffed by caring, motivated and usually overworked professionals.
These days they are closed in boxes – the staff usually as sick and jaded as their patients and overworked and underpaid more than ever before.
This Stasi state –
Exactly where is it going?
When will it reach its eutectic point – that state of sudden melt-down?
When will all those slimers – those informers, turn on their masters?
Can’t be much longer judging by the panic being evinced by the brizzo politburo lately.
In fact, if any honest political commentator had balls enough to have their say – they’d suggest that the sort of thing recently being expelled from the bowels of the newman regime ( the vlad crap, etc.) may well be in result of the involuntary spasms of a very sick and dying creature.
Leastways HOPEFULLY a dying creature.
Since the useless bludgers (for unfathomable reasons of their own) ARE fucking with people’s lives along the lines as I described above.
And there is PROFIT in there for them.
Asset stripping profit is what they seem to be about.
Annex this, steal that, put Joe and Moe out of business here and there – then pinch their assets and land.
So sick – so bloody obvious that even the judiciary are cracking a shit.
But, I suspect, only because they are suddenly, recently, being cut out of the action.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
A MOB OF USELESS BLUDGERS
Exteen years ago I set up, then managed the first motorcycle toy runs in this sorry burgh.
I was up against the burghers AND the creeps in the bikie scene.
I was up against the whole show of useless twats in this foul community.
Except for the little lady who helped me trowel the city.
Leastways I hoped she did.
I started at one end of our sorry little burgh – she at the other.
We met at the middle and I accepted her word that we, between us, had covered the lot.
Stupidly enough – there was one bloke who gave me a world of support.
Clem Campbell, the member for our sorry burgh rode a step-through scooter with his young daughter on the pillion on that first toy run. Bless Clem and bless his young lady, daughter.
Meanwhile I was writing this document about official approval of black helmets and all sorts of crap that didn’t interest me.
In fact I had become involved in a load of crap that didn’t interest me in the slightest.
I had become involved in ‘politics’.
I had become involved in a world of bargearse nausea.
I’d wanted to collect nothing more than xmas toys for disadvantaged kids.
Yet a mob of harley riding idiots wanting to wear black motorcycle helmets and wanting to take over the ‘motorcycle rider’s association’ came to me to tell me their agenda.
Yep – they ‘took over’ the local MRA and a few weeks later – it folded.
A mob of bludgers. A mob of half-wits.
A mob of idiots no way much different from the arseholes who likewise whiteanted the sporting shooter’s association a few years later.
In fact, a few of the drecks who whiteanted the motorcycle rider’s association, amazingly enough, were also there, moved on, to whiteant the sporting shooter’s association a few years later.
Funny, that.
Were these ‘whiteants, perchance, in government employ??????????
Of course they were.
The useless bludgers.
I was up against the burghers AND the creeps in the bikie scene.
I was up against the whole show of useless twats in this foul community.
Except for the little lady who helped me trowel the city.
Leastways I hoped she did.
I started at one end of our sorry little burgh – she at the other.
We met at the middle and I accepted her word that we, between us, had covered the lot.
Stupidly enough – there was one bloke who gave me a world of support.
Clem Campbell, the member for our sorry burgh rode a step-through scooter with his young daughter on the pillion on that first toy run. Bless Clem and bless his young lady, daughter.
Meanwhile I was writing this document about official approval of black helmets and all sorts of crap that didn’t interest me.
In fact I had become involved in a load of crap that didn’t interest me in the slightest.
I had become involved in ‘politics’.
I had become involved in a world of bargearse nausea.
I’d wanted to collect nothing more than xmas toys for disadvantaged kids.
Yet a mob of harley riding idiots wanting to wear black motorcycle helmets and wanting to take over the ‘motorcycle rider’s association’ came to me to tell me their agenda.
Yep – they ‘took over’ the local MRA and a few weeks later – it folded.
A mob of bludgers. A mob of half-wits.
A mob of idiots no way much different from the arseholes who likewise whiteanted the sporting shooter’s association a few years later.
In fact, a few of the drecks who whiteanted the motorcycle rider’s association, amazingly enough, were also there, moved on, to whiteant the sporting shooter’s association a few years later.
Funny, that.
Were these ‘whiteants, perchance, in government employ??????????
Of course they were.
The useless bludgers.
“THE THING NEWMAN, DEMPSEY AND THE PUMPKIN HATE ABOUT BIKERS IS THAT BIKERS SEEM TO ‘GET THEIR END IN’ MORE OFTEN THAN THEY DO.”
Simple as that, I reckon. JEALOUSY.
Tooth grinding, teeth shattering – jealousy.
Bikers have more fun – their partners are far outtasight more fun, the bonking is free, the partying is free – except for that world of nausea the jealous have been causing lately.
Who are these raffle winning imbiciles ‘jealous’?
Reasonably bloody obvious ain’t it.
The feckin’ pikers – the ‘straight arrows’ – the fundamentalists – the west world Taliban – the goddamned killjoys – the fun haters – the everythingphobes.
The idiots causing this nausea should be wearing starched, ruffled, collars and high, dutch hats – the sort of smelly clothing their poxed sort wore back then during the witch hunts.
These days – all that filth who support and cover up for the loonies that they employ in the legal system, in the polis, ‘emergency services’, in education, health and in every other level of what they pretend is ‘governance’.
Its been going on for centuries – Right?
These days their sort troll the whole show – cyberspace and all the various plottskys of utter uselessness.
It all cyclically devolves to a mob of overweening sad sacks who win their raffles – and then go, spasmoid, power mad.
These days they claim to want WOMEN to be involved 50/50 in their parliamentary chicanery.
Does that mean that those the granddaughters of ‘capable young women’ “Rita and Tina” in Victoria St. Kings Cross – now have to grow nine inch long tongues? – in order to please a new political gender?
Or will their grandsons be put into a more ‘conventional’service?
If you are with me – in order to adequately ‘entertain’ a satisfactory ‘mix’ of our, new age, erstwhile parliamentarians.
Forgive me.
I only mention this ‘cos I was entertained myself watching the bludgers visiting the whores in Kings Cross, way back then, more than half a lifetime ago.
Moving along a bit.
So how and why did Billy Sneddon die?
One thing for sure is that the old goat ‘died on the job’.
(And personally, I give him a ‘Koala Stamp’ for managing that)
We might also ask when, how and why, where and when, Billy’s intimate, his colleague Malcolm F, lost HIS trousers?
Put it another way –
The historical record of our parliamentary conservatives is somewhat tarnished.
A REASONABLE person trolling through their embarrassment could/would easily come to the conclusion that they are all a slimy mob of corrupt cunts playing the game for nothing but their own corrupt, skewbald, benefit.
And that reasonable person would be all too right.
A lifetime ago, before the construction of the panopticon these righteous arseholes got away with everything up to and including murder.
These days the panopticon is well and truly operational yet they (leastways their smarmy, allegedly politically conservative little beneficiaries) are still getting away with everything. – while bringing their latter day running dogs down on anyone else wanting a spot of fun or showing the least amount of class.
If any lessons are to be learned by those believing themselves to be the high and mighty here (in Australia/queensland/newmania/boganvillia) it is about a certain class of people increasingly avoiding the place like poison – avoiding investing in the place - having anything to do with the dump.
In their view if a mob of corrupted reactionary bastards have their ‘fun police’ patrolling the streets, (skulking around corners, lurking here and there,) ready to bust their sons and daughters – for what?
Ready to bust ‘em for, say, something as mundane as sharing a spliff with the locals?
Or them meeting up later at some party fully intending to go for a midnight ride on a motorcycle with some of the local ‘rough’?
Consider –
Do we want human inbreeding in queensland/boganvillia?
Of course not.
Leads to imbecility - hare lips, endless drooling, short sightedness, barking, and much worse.
Y’know – the sort of stuff we see in parliament. Barking dogs. Imbeciles. Drooling fuckwits?
Which is precisely why we need the hybrid vigour of the biker caste and their relentless cohabiting with, and cleaving on to, the wayward, high breasted, daughters of the capitalist class.
AAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!! – No bloody wonder those gutless, amoral, raffle winning jerks in the citadel, in brizzo, are so fucking jealous of just about everything and everyone not of their mind-set and of their disgusting mould.
So why not let nature take her course?
Let the sons of technicians, engineers, tradesmen and warriors (all those smelly bikies) couple with the smiling daughters of the ‘wealthy and influential’
.
And vice versa .
There is a big problem here in boganvillia.
This newman twat here - thinks he’s up to something.
His pet pumpkin in ‘justice’ is equally interesting –
As is their mate the ex-sergeant minister for the polis farce.
Jealous shits, all three of ‘em, and equally as useless, to boot!
Why not say it now and get it over with.
Fuck off newman
Fuck off Dempsey.
Fuck off pumpkin – (jarrod-dale, the ugliest and worst tasting pumpkin in the world)
It is not a big ask.
Just resign.
Consider that you are mortal, braindead stupid and outstandingly incompetent.
More to the point, the three of you have evinced that you are consumed with hate -
some sort of childish hate (something in that lizard zone of your brains) niggling at your petty souls that beggars description.
So why not quit now?
Why not quit now before you all end up in slam?
Why not consider quitting now (are you mortal or not?) before what you have created comes back against you?
Why not grow a brain you stupid bastards and back off – before the hate you have created, in the march of time, comes down upon your own bloody stupid heads?
Tooth grinding, teeth shattering – jealousy.
Bikers have more fun – their partners are far outtasight more fun, the bonking is free, the partying is free – except for that world of nausea the jealous have been causing lately.
Who are these raffle winning imbiciles ‘jealous’?
Reasonably bloody obvious ain’t it.
The feckin’ pikers – the ‘straight arrows’ – the fundamentalists – the west world Taliban – the goddamned killjoys – the fun haters – the everythingphobes.
The idiots causing this nausea should be wearing starched, ruffled, collars and high, dutch hats – the sort of smelly clothing their poxed sort wore back then during the witch hunts.
These days – all that filth who support and cover up for the loonies that they employ in the legal system, in the polis, ‘emergency services’, in education, health and in every other level of what they pretend is ‘governance’.
Its been going on for centuries – Right?
These days their sort troll the whole show – cyberspace and all the various plottskys of utter uselessness.
It all cyclically devolves to a mob of overweening sad sacks who win their raffles – and then go, spasmoid, power mad.
These days they claim to want WOMEN to be involved 50/50 in their parliamentary chicanery.
Does that mean that those the granddaughters of ‘capable young women’ “Rita and Tina” in Victoria St. Kings Cross – now have to grow nine inch long tongues? – in order to please a new political gender?
Or will their grandsons be put into a more ‘conventional’service?
If you are with me – in order to adequately ‘entertain’ a satisfactory ‘mix’ of our, new age, erstwhile parliamentarians.
Forgive me.
I only mention this ‘cos I was entertained myself watching the bludgers visiting the whores in Kings Cross, way back then, more than half a lifetime ago.
Moving along a bit.
So how and why did Billy Sneddon die?
One thing for sure is that the old goat ‘died on the job’.
(And personally, I give him a ‘Koala Stamp’ for managing that)
We might also ask when, how and why, where and when, Billy’s intimate, his colleague Malcolm F, lost HIS trousers?
Put it another way –
The historical record of our parliamentary conservatives is somewhat tarnished.
A REASONABLE person trolling through their embarrassment could/would easily come to the conclusion that they are all a slimy mob of corrupt cunts playing the game for nothing but their own corrupt, skewbald, benefit.
And that reasonable person would be all too right.
A lifetime ago, before the construction of the panopticon these righteous arseholes got away with everything up to and including murder.
These days the panopticon is well and truly operational yet they (leastways their smarmy, allegedly politically conservative little beneficiaries) are still getting away with everything. – while bringing their latter day running dogs down on anyone else wanting a spot of fun or showing the least amount of class.
If any lessons are to be learned by those believing themselves to be the high and mighty here (in Australia/queensland/newmania/boganvillia) it is about a certain class of people increasingly avoiding the place like poison – avoiding investing in the place - having anything to do with the dump.
In their view if a mob of corrupted reactionary bastards have their ‘fun police’ patrolling the streets, (skulking around corners, lurking here and there,) ready to bust their sons and daughters – for what?
Ready to bust ‘em for, say, something as mundane as sharing a spliff with the locals?
Or them meeting up later at some party fully intending to go for a midnight ride on a motorcycle with some of the local ‘rough’?
Consider –
Do we want human inbreeding in queensland/boganvillia?
Of course not.
Leads to imbecility - hare lips, endless drooling, short sightedness, barking, and much worse.
Y’know – the sort of stuff we see in parliament. Barking dogs. Imbeciles. Drooling fuckwits?
Which is precisely why we need the hybrid vigour of the biker caste and their relentless cohabiting with, and cleaving on to, the wayward, high breasted, daughters of the capitalist class.
AAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!! – No bloody wonder those gutless, amoral, raffle winning jerks in the citadel, in brizzo, are so fucking jealous of just about everything and everyone not of their mind-set and of their disgusting mould.
So why not let nature take her course?
Let the sons of technicians, engineers, tradesmen and warriors (all those smelly bikies) couple with the smiling daughters of the ‘wealthy and influential’
.
And vice versa .
There is a big problem here in boganvillia.
This newman twat here - thinks he’s up to something.
His pet pumpkin in ‘justice’ is equally interesting –
As is their mate the ex-sergeant minister for the polis farce.
Jealous shits, all three of ‘em, and equally as useless, to boot!
Why not say it now and get it over with.
Fuck off newman
Fuck off Dempsey.
Fuck off pumpkin – (jarrod-dale, the ugliest and worst tasting pumpkin in the world)
It is not a big ask.
Just resign.
Consider that you are mortal, braindead stupid and outstandingly incompetent.
More to the point, the three of you have evinced that you are consumed with hate -
some sort of childish hate (something in that lizard zone of your brains) niggling at your petty souls that beggars description.
So why not quit now?
Why not quit now before you all end up in slam?
Why not consider quitting now (are you mortal or not?) before what you have created comes back against you?
Why not grow a brain you stupid bastards and back off – before the hate you have created, in the march of time, comes down upon your own bloody stupid heads?
Saturday, December 14, 2013
– “THE TOY RUN” – OR HOW TO CHEER UP THE REDNECKS
ARTHUR, the author –
It happened today in this sorry burg.
Mid morning, off in the distance, a disturbing roaring sound like a quite large aircraft in difficulties.
After a while it resolved itself into the sound of motorcycles – all sorts of bloody motorcycles coming from everywhere – all heading eventually along a constricted route caused by belated flood damage repairs to a bridge which under normal circumstances would have taken our toy bearing bikers along a more direct route into our pathetic little town.
Okay. I go out the front and take a gander at proceedings (remember this is Boringsville, nowhere) to observe a solid block of vehicular traffic impinging upon what the authorities jokingly call a ‘mini roundabout’ a few yards down the road.
The military have a term for what I saw this morning.
They’d call it a ‘complete goddamned clusterfuck’.
Others – say, news reporters, might refer to it as a ‘temporary gridlock’.
In any case whatever happened out there this morning was neither caused by motorists, nor motorcyclists – but rather by a college of nincompoops (both public and private sector) who seem unable either to paint a bridge or patch a tiny pothole.
Now, at some stage late morning the bikers must have delivered their goodies to the ‘Salvation Army™’ and dispersed on their merry way.
Further to that point, afterwards –
What speed might a Harley be doing just before shifting into third gear at about 6000 + rpm?
Of course it depends upon the model and the owner’s chosen sprocket ratio.
But definitely a fair deal faster than 60 km per hour in that urban school zone opposite our home.
We’re used to all sorts of drivers hitting the tit past here when school is out but most bikers (except for the occasional twathead) usually confine themselves to the odd throttle blip along there, ‘just for fun’.
Today however, some strange admixture of – what – might have caused these demonstrations of rebelioussness?
Surely this badarse biker scum weren’t feeling hard done by after being conned into delivering charity to needy kids?
What? THEY, THE BIKERS, were the people who established that tradition (repeat, THAT TRADITION)) in the face of the cold-shoulder being displayed by the righteous burghers of our tightwad municipalities these last many decades – so why should they act angry after an event that gave ‘em joy?
Could it be that these people – looking forward to their particular yuletide event had become quite pissed off with the bargeload of threats emanating from those oppressively fascistic raffle winners down in their defended compound in brizzo. (You know newman, the pumpkin, their sort)
Whatever the case the toy run happened today with enough bikers attending the event to make the sky roar and roar again.
It was music to my ears!
So, what did happen this morning?
Did the local piggery ‘observe’ events and ‘note’ the numbers ‘attending’ – then skulk back to their ‘defended compound’?
Or did the clots valiantly go along for the show pretending that they were ‘escorting’ a mob of animals to their pasture?
Were there claw marks on the door jambs as coppers refused to confront the astounding numbers of the motorcycling populace?
Who gives a goddamned fuck either way.
The population of this collapsed state is too bloody stupid to realise their collective human resources - whether they be bikers, midwives or shitcart collectors.
And while the oppressors, whether beattie or newman (or that bitch in between) kept recruiting gendarmerie from other failed states (like south Africa) – we will all continue to be oppressed by that overweening, threatening, twitchy, violent, adipose deposit of mercenary, foreign legion filth of running dogs lately in their employ.
Which leaves the bikers where?
It leaves them departing from a charity benefit blipping their throttles and therefore inevitably annoying the so-called straight arrows in this corrupt, brainwarped, society.
Treat people like shit for long enough - then they’ll turn in the first case to express their contempt to those egregiously giving them the finger.
No more or no less similar, fer chrissakes, than blowing the bugle on Anzac Day is blipping the throttle on yer Harley on toy run day!
.
Yet without any doubt whatsoever their repeated, collective, feu de joie will have annoyed most of the stolid, braindead, burghers of this pathetic town.
It all goes back to that last article - “COUNSEL FOR CIVIL LIBERTIES” – and how we have all been duped into accepting a divisive and disruptive society from day one by forcing us to play games.
Games are all about ‘divide and conquer’.
The winning is all – sort of blether.
Which has me utterly confounded – considering that some ponce once uttered something like –
“t is not whether you win or lose
But how you play the game.”
Which, these days, has me rolling about on the floor chewing the carpet!
For instance – why the hell would all those bikers today want to play any sort of games with the queensland police farce?
All they ever wanted to do is deliver some joy to needy kids.
It is the police farce wanting to deliver the win or lose element into this occasion.
It is the police farce relying upon brutal, obsolete, social standards that no longer work.
It is them being recruited from overseas – therefore importing bad manners and bad behaviour from that source – putting immense pressure on their fuckwit superiors and therefore, for instance, causing that recent faux pas cover-up of the beating of the African lady in brizzo.
It is them acting like mercenaries under the employ of a mob of twitchy, new age fascists.
It is that mob of twitchy new age fascists that (hopefully) lacked the balls to order in a basketload of shit for those bikers attending the toy run in the electorate of that arch-pig, Dempsey today.
It has all gone beyond a joke.
These (fight for words here) ‘imposters’ somehow con you idiots into voting for them.
Yep. I know.
Brilliant system. Compulsory. No choice either way between one set of dropkicks or the other.
Brilliant system, what?
One pre-chosen/pre-selected arsehole or the other?
So instead of blipping your pathetic throttles – why not turn up at some venue of your choice (in bulk) and make a pledge to refuse to vote for these wankers who are causing you all that grief?
Why not establish the queensland biker’s party – call on all our ‘associates’ and friends.
Then once with a win at that raffle – put newman and his pumpkin in pink nighties themselves!
You have the factual, historical and moral advantage.
Get over it you dorks and cause these fascist dolts enough immense grief that they go – piss off, to live in New Caledonia!
It happened today in this sorry burg.
Mid morning, off in the distance, a disturbing roaring sound like a quite large aircraft in difficulties.
After a while it resolved itself into the sound of motorcycles – all sorts of bloody motorcycles coming from everywhere – all heading eventually along a constricted route caused by belated flood damage repairs to a bridge which under normal circumstances would have taken our toy bearing bikers along a more direct route into our pathetic little town.
Okay. I go out the front and take a gander at proceedings (remember this is Boringsville, nowhere) to observe a solid block of vehicular traffic impinging upon what the authorities jokingly call a ‘mini roundabout’ a few yards down the road.
The military have a term for what I saw this morning.
They’d call it a ‘complete goddamned clusterfuck’.
Others – say, news reporters, might refer to it as a ‘temporary gridlock’.
In any case whatever happened out there this morning was neither caused by motorists, nor motorcyclists – but rather by a college of nincompoops (both public and private sector) who seem unable either to paint a bridge or patch a tiny pothole.
Now, at some stage late morning the bikers must have delivered their goodies to the ‘Salvation Army™’ and dispersed on their merry way.
Further to that point, afterwards –
What speed might a Harley be doing just before shifting into third gear at about 6000 + rpm?
Of course it depends upon the model and the owner’s chosen sprocket ratio.
But definitely a fair deal faster than 60 km per hour in that urban school zone opposite our home.
We’re used to all sorts of drivers hitting the tit past here when school is out but most bikers (except for the occasional twathead) usually confine themselves to the odd throttle blip along there, ‘just for fun’.
Today however, some strange admixture of – what – might have caused these demonstrations of rebelioussness?
Surely this badarse biker scum weren’t feeling hard done by after being conned into delivering charity to needy kids?
What? THEY, THE BIKERS, were the people who established that tradition (repeat, THAT TRADITION)) in the face of the cold-shoulder being displayed by the righteous burghers of our tightwad municipalities these last many decades – so why should they act angry after an event that gave ‘em joy?
Could it be that these people – looking forward to their particular yuletide event had become quite pissed off with the bargeload of threats emanating from those oppressively fascistic raffle winners down in their defended compound in brizzo. (You know newman, the pumpkin, their sort)
Whatever the case the toy run happened today with enough bikers attending the event to make the sky roar and roar again.
It was music to my ears!
So, what did happen this morning?
Did the local piggery ‘observe’ events and ‘note’ the numbers ‘attending’ – then skulk back to their ‘defended compound’?
Or did the clots valiantly go along for the show pretending that they were ‘escorting’ a mob of animals to their pasture?
Were there claw marks on the door jambs as coppers refused to confront the astounding numbers of the motorcycling populace?
Who gives a goddamned fuck either way.
The population of this collapsed state is too bloody stupid to realise their collective human resources - whether they be bikers, midwives or shitcart collectors.
And while the oppressors, whether beattie or newman (or that bitch in between) kept recruiting gendarmerie from other failed states (like south Africa) – we will all continue to be oppressed by that overweening, threatening, twitchy, violent, adipose deposit of mercenary, foreign legion filth of running dogs lately in their employ.
Which leaves the bikers where?
It leaves them departing from a charity benefit blipping their throttles and therefore inevitably annoying the so-called straight arrows in this corrupt, brainwarped, society.
Treat people like shit for long enough - then they’ll turn in the first case to express their contempt to those egregiously giving them the finger.
No more or no less similar, fer chrissakes, than blowing the bugle on Anzac Day is blipping the throttle on yer Harley on toy run day!
.
Yet without any doubt whatsoever their repeated, collective, feu de joie will have annoyed most of the stolid, braindead, burghers of this pathetic town.
It all goes back to that last article - “COUNSEL FOR CIVIL LIBERTIES” – and how we have all been duped into accepting a divisive and disruptive society from day one by forcing us to play games.
Games are all about ‘divide and conquer’.
The winning is all – sort of blether.
Which has me utterly confounded – considering that some ponce once uttered something like –
“t is not whether you win or lose
But how you play the game.”
Which, these days, has me rolling about on the floor chewing the carpet!
For instance – why the hell would all those bikers today want to play any sort of games with the queensland police farce?
All they ever wanted to do is deliver some joy to needy kids.
It is the police farce wanting to deliver the win or lose element into this occasion.
It is the police farce relying upon brutal, obsolete, social standards that no longer work.
It is them being recruited from overseas – therefore importing bad manners and bad behaviour from that source – putting immense pressure on their fuckwit superiors and therefore, for instance, causing that recent faux pas cover-up of the beating of the African lady in brizzo.
It is them acting like mercenaries under the employ of a mob of twitchy, new age fascists.
It is that mob of twitchy new age fascists that (hopefully) lacked the balls to order in a basketload of shit for those bikers attending the toy run in the electorate of that arch-pig, Dempsey today.
It has all gone beyond a joke.
These (fight for words here) ‘imposters’ somehow con you idiots into voting for them.
Yep. I know.
Brilliant system. Compulsory. No choice either way between one set of dropkicks or the other.
Brilliant system, what?
One pre-chosen/pre-selected arsehole or the other?
So instead of blipping your pathetic throttles – why not turn up at some venue of your choice (in bulk) and make a pledge to refuse to vote for these wankers who are causing you all that grief?
Why not establish the queensland biker’s party – call on all our ‘associates’ and friends.
Then once with a win at that raffle – put newman and his pumpkin in pink nighties themselves!
You have the factual, historical and moral advantage.
Get over it you dorks and cause these fascist dolts enough immense grief that they go – piss off, to live in New Caledonia!
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