Easy; just find a complete jerk named either Campbell Abbott or Tony Newman – then put him in without any ballot at all as a composite queensland premier AND prime minister.
Give that article a (preferably bimbo) secretary of some sort – kitted out with the usual equipment; throw in a wet-bar and catered lunches – then let ‘em go for it.
Who the hell needs all those raffle winners pretending to be our legislatures?
Why not.
It’d save heaps of money – and even if those two pissed off permanently on ‘fact finding missions’ and the like – there’s always email to send back here for their running dogs to attend to and dump on our heads whatever frightfulness enters their small minds.
Sounds frightful, doesn’t it?
But at least there’d only be TWO of the blithering idiots instead of the present cast of hundreds – of the ignoramuses.
But it would be a saving – by way of a lean, mean executive.
And the fact, judging by the way matters progress lately, that two complete idiots could cause infinitely less harm than that cast of hundreds.
PS –
I’m retired now, but I do remember, at various employs, how well the business ran whenever the boss went away for a few days.
Even customers came in to pay a bit off their accounts, secure in the knowledge that the oppressive, capitalistic, overweening looney wasn’t there to embarrass them.
In fact I do remember one particular overweening looney who seemed to have worked that out for himself. Had the odd Friday off (on business, of course) and usually had a big grin on his dial, Monday, mid-morning after looking over his books.
PPS, and nothing to do with the above –
If Adolph H. did what he did to Ernst Rohm for obvious reasons – then why did Jackboot Johnny put up with Daffy Downer for so bloody long?
No wonder JJ always looked so constipated.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY -
Sure there are – except when one party is no longer alive to tell their story.
http://www.downergroup.com/
What a glossy image. Of course they are a caring, ethical, corporate legion – are the downer group. What else might one expect.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-12-02/17yo-nsw-apprentice-alec-meikle-killed-himself-after-a-year-of-/5128910
So how did they go wrong with one they owed the highest degree of duty of care?
And why would this put such a chill into the heart of a bloke of sixty years?
Well, I’ll tell you for free.
It’s because I went through the same shit that Alec went through beginning with being chased down and being thrown into a stinking toxic condensate dam containing the concentrated effluent of a sugar mill.
That was lunch-time, day one, for me.
The bastards knew I wasn’t too good at dog-paddling so the dumped me in the deepest part.
The fellow who started with me was a ‘junior life saver’. (bloody poofta)
He was lowered gently into only about a foot of what passed for water in that stinking hole. (oh Sam , hope you didn’t get TOO wet)
I learned two important lessons that day.
Firstly – bosses are complete arseholes to whom absolutely no allegiance is owed – who cannot ever be trusted.
Then, that the indescribable offal who gain secure employment with their sort are mostly dangerous arch-crawlers; ignorant, bloody minded lickspittles who would do anything and stop at nothing if they felt that their ‘boss’ would approve.
I don’t know how Alec Meikle felt about his job.
Like him I could never ‘please’ the ‘executive branch’ anywhere I worked.
I’d say that is because they never did anything to please me.
I’d say the fact that Australian manufacturing and value adding industry is so completely fucked tends to support my case.
But I’m pig-headed as all get out.
Instead of bringing myself down to the level of the louts there at work and operating according to their rules when during the next few years I was expected to bastardise the new intakes of apprentices – I chose not to.
I chose instead to treat them as young adults – then got into the shit for doing that.
Not only did I cop it from ‘management’ – but from the stupid bloody snotties themselves.
Okay – no problem. When things went pear-shaped I just took a few ‘sickies’.
In fact enough sickies to make an almost unendurable four year traineeship stretch out for another six months.
So why the hell would ‘management’ keep a loser like me on the books until the very last minute?
Fuck knows – but it might have something to do with the fact that I was the only competent engineering trainee they had on their books at the time.
All my own fault that. I enjoyed my new skills and particularly enjoyed finding better ways of exercising them.
Anyone out there reading this might understand my chagrin at being kept at a place that I detested – being EXPLOITED by these dickheads in order to have their crappy old sugar mill ready for the start of the ‘crushing’ (that’s what they call the harvest).
(Now here’s a point. I wanted to leave that dump as soon as possible and could have walked away only at the risk of contravening certain barbarous industrial laws.
I’d also have wasted all those years without gaining my engineering qualifications.
The bastards had me over a barrel, or so they thought. On the other hand my final year’s payment wasn’t much less than full pay in an award that paid sugar industry workers more than those ‘outside’. When I think about it and the regard those bastards had for we apprentices – it occurs to me that it must have had that old bastard J.M., the chief engineer, in apoplexy)
Where AM I leading here –
I suppose I’m trying to say to any young person out there that there ARE ways of retaining your personal integrity and sense of merit when you are surrounded by overweening fuckwits
.
It is too late for Alec. It is too late for far too many – unless you few still alive and kicking in similar situations can get to grips with some simple facts –
1. They don’t only look and act like stupid bastards – they are IN FACT stupid bastards.
2. These stupid bastards aren’t just on the shop floor.
3. The only reason there are stupid bastards on the shop floor is that they are employed and condoned by even bigger bastards in management.
4. The reason that all the above is allowed to exist is that even bigger bastards call the shots about how things happen all the way through every aspect of life – through unions (or what’s left of ‘em) through regulatory ‘authorities’ through politics, through the courts, through all those places that pretend to be ‘there to help you’ and, especially, through religion.
So all in all we do happen to live in a difficult age being made more difficult every day by stupid bastards who arrived at their positions in society by many and varied ways.
There is nepotism, conflict of interest and plain incompetence.
It doesn’t really matter what the particular cause when a society reaches the level of incompetence and systematic collusion ours has somehow magically achieved.
What is the use when a bloke my age discovers that a young apprentice lad has decided to choose eternity rather than being bastardized in his workplace.
What is the use when those receiving the Queen’s Commision appear to condone systematical rape and bastardization within our defence farce.
Relying loosely upon that old saw about the four estates – those traditionally comprising our society –
Wouldn’t it be fair to say that the whole show is proven to have been infiltrated by individuals who have an entirely different private life than their public profile?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estates_of_the_realm
In fact, in recent years it is pretty much only the emergent fifth estate (people who seem less anally retentive than their lords and betters) who politely point out the somewhat obvious failings of the other four.
I have to quit this sometime
I’m a complete agnostic –
Dear Alec
What have they done to you?
Was there something about you that they couldn’t understand.
Were you too intelligent, maybe – for the likes of your employers.
Was there something flashing in your eyes when they put you down.
Did you question what they were about when they put you down
Of course you didn’t – being too young to understand and just too proud.
Alec. You are in good company beside my first born son.
It may well be that you will never live again in this ditch – but who the hell would want to endure this purgatory again.
No Alec and our Matthew – there is no way that this universe began in a flash just to support your short lives for those few instants we learned to love you.
You’ll be back – you’ve been here before.
We love you.
And for that reason you are here NOW.
PS –
In fondest memory of Jack Grose, Harry Rawlins, Jack Holloway (and hesitantly Colin McGregor) their pals and workmates.
Indeed there were a few who were not complete dorks at Qunaba Mill.
http://www.downergroup.com/
What a glossy image. Of course they are a caring, ethical, corporate legion – are the downer group. What else might one expect.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-12-02/17yo-nsw-apprentice-alec-meikle-killed-himself-after-a-year-of-/5128910
So how did they go wrong with one they owed the highest degree of duty of care?
And why would this put such a chill into the heart of a bloke of sixty years?
Well, I’ll tell you for free.
It’s because I went through the same shit that Alec went through beginning with being chased down and being thrown into a stinking toxic condensate dam containing the concentrated effluent of a sugar mill.
That was lunch-time, day one, for me.
The bastards knew I wasn’t too good at dog-paddling so the dumped me in the deepest part.
The fellow who started with me was a ‘junior life saver’. (bloody poofta)
He was lowered gently into only about a foot of what passed for water in that stinking hole. (oh Sam , hope you didn’t get TOO wet)
I learned two important lessons that day.
Firstly – bosses are complete arseholes to whom absolutely no allegiance is owed – who cannot ever be trusted.
Then, that the indescribable offal who gain secure employment with their sort are mostly dangerous arch-crawlers; ignorant, bloody minded lickspittles who would do anything and stop at nothing if they felt that their ‘boss’ would approve.
I don’t know how Alec Meikle felt about his job.
Like him I could never ‘please’ the ‘executive branch’ anywhere I worked.
I’d say that is because they never did anything to please me.
I’d say the fact that Australian manufacturing and value adding industry is so completely fucked tends to support my case.
But I’m pig-headed as all get out.
Instead of bringing myself down to the level of the louts there at work and operating according to their rules when during the next few years I was expected to bastardise the new intakes of apprentices – I chose not to.
I chose instead to treat them as young adults – then got into the shit for doing that.
Not only did I cop it from ‘management’ – but from the stupid bloody snotties themselves.
Okay – no problem. When things went pear-shaped I just took a few ‘sickies’.
In fact enough sickies to make an almost unendurable four year traineeship stretch out for another six months.
So why the hell would ‘management’ keep a loser like me on the books until the very last minute?
Fuck knows – but it might have something to do with the fact that I was the only competent engineering trainee they had on their books at the time.
All my own fault that. I enjoyed my new skills and particularly enjoyed finding better ways of exercising them.
Anyone out there reading this might understand my chagrin at being kept at a place that I detested – being EXPLOITED by these dickheads in order to have their crappy old sugar mill ready for the start of the ‘crushing’ (that’s what they call the harvest).
(Now here’s a point. I wanted to leave that dump as soon as possible and could have walked away only at the risk of contravening certain barbarous industrial laws.
I’d also have wasted all those years without gaining my engineering qualifications.
The bastards had me over a barrel, or so they thought. On the other hand my final year’s payment wasn’t much less than full pay in an award that paid sugar industry workers more than those ‘outside’. When I think about it and the regard those bastards had for we apprentices – it occurs to me that it must have had that old bastard J.M., the chief engineer, in apoplexy)
Where AM I leading here –
I suppose I’m trying to say to any young person out there that there ARE ways of retaining your personal integrity and sense of merit when you are surrounded by overweening fuckwits
.
It is too late for Alec. It is too late for far too many – unless you few still alive and kicking in similar situations can get to grips with some simple facts –
1. They don’t only look and act like stupid bastards – they are IN FACT stupid bastards.
2. These stupid bastards aren’t just on the shop floor.
3. The only reason there are stupid bastards on the shop floor is that they are employed and condoned by even bigger bastards in management.
4. The reason that all the above is allowed to exist is that even bigger bastards call the shots about how things happen all the way through every aspect of life – through unions (or what’s left of ‘em) through regulatory ‘authorities’ through politics, through the courts, through all those places that pretend to be ‘there to help you’ and, especially, through religion.
So all in all we do happen to live in a difficult age being made more difficult every day by stupid bastards who arrived at their positions in society by many and varied ways.
There is nepotism, conflict of interest and plain incompetence.
It doesn’t really matter what the particular cause when a society reaches the level of incompetence and systematic collusion ours has somehow magically achieved.
What is the use when a bloke my age discovers that a young apprentice lad has decided to choose eternity rather than being bastardized in his workplace.
What is the use when those receiving the Queen’s Commision appear to condone systematical rape and bastardization within our defence farce.
Relying loosely upon that old saw about the four estates – those traditionally comprising our society –
Wouldn’t it be fair to say that the whole show is proven to have been infiltrated by individuals who have an entirely different private life than their public profile?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estates_of_the_realm
In fact, in recent years it is pretty much only the emergent fifth estate (people who seem less anally retentive than their lords and betters) who politely point out the somewhat obvious failings of the other four.
I have to quit this sometime
I’m a complete agnostic –
Dear Alec
What have they done to you?
Was there something about you that they couldn’t understand.
Were you too intelligent, maybe – for the likes of your employers.
Was there something flashing in your eyes when they put you down.
Did you question what they were about when they put you down
Of course you didn’t – being too young to understand and just too proud.
Alec. You are in good company beside my first born son.
It may well be that you will never live again in this ditch – but who the hell would want to endure this purgatory again.
No Alec and our Matthew – there is no way that this universe began in a flash just to support your short lives for those few instants we learned to love you.
You’ll be back – you’ve been here before.
We love you.
And for that reason you are here NOW.
PS –
In fondest memory of Jack Grose, Harry Rawlins, Jack Holloway (and hesitantly Colin McGregor) their pals and workmates.
Indeed there were a few who were not complete dorks at Qunaba Mill.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
TIME TO PUT ARTHUR BACK IN THE SIN BIN
We’ve been away on holidays.
We left Arthur in charge of the office.
Our mistake.
While we were away a truckload of shit happened here in queensland.
Once again, our mistake for not tracking what was happening here.
Poor old Arthur, minding the shop, must have become somewhat carried away with local issues.
I can’t blame him.
Must have been a fair trial being gassed out with the meth lab down the street.
Wake up in the morning gasping for breath – the inside of your mouth shrunk to buggery.
Having to stay awake until first light while screaming, drug challenged, wankers prance up and down the street all night.
But as I said – that’s what we pay you for, Arthur.
Admittedly, he has a point.
When he was younger – he could go out there and bash a few heads together.
These nights, the filth is out there with their camcorders waiting for some honest citizen to reclaim the peace – by quietly bashing a few heads together.
The BIG question remains –
Why are the filth (in the electorate of the police minister) on the side of those brewing drugs and those causing grief?
Some time soon the minister for thuggery has to come clean and answer this sort of question.
Reasonable queenslanders/newmanians/boganvillians would put it this way –
“Hey dickhead – I know your brother is some sort of real-estate magnate – but does that mean we have to move out of our home – move under a bridge and do without – so you bludgers can sell up our properties for your fun and profit?
They might well go on to say something like this –
So who the fuck are you scheming bastards?
What the hell is all this jazz smut about bikies – when your klatch employ utter shiteheels in various industries (or pretending to be attached to various industries) in our home state.
So come on Dempsey and newman – you base bastards – what scheming, shitfilled, game are you fuckwits playing this week?
Now, is there some other way of putting it to you?
Is there some way it could graze your incredibly thick skulls – leastways enough to let the message get through – that you are screwing about with honest and decent people’s lives.
Let me put it this way –
It is ‘you and your associates’ who are acting criminally.
It is your police minister who has condoned and abetted a stinking, poisonous meth-factory upwind from my home.
It is my lady wife who has had to seek ‘help’ from the corrupted state health system with that.
I’d go so far as suggesting here that it has been me – these last many months bellowing about that hjere in cyberspace – that has caused your meth-brewing pig-dog pals to fuck off down the steeet.
To fuck off down the street and give us a break from their poison.
By now you must realise that I’m not particularly enthused with you suckholes?
So why the hell can’t you make a simple phonecall to your meth-brewing mates in my corner of the world.
Just call ‘em up and ask them to fuck off – go somewhere else and go poison someone else.
Here they are –
http://www.raywhite.com/qld/bundaberg-south/1047128/
In your tiny minds it is about ‘urban redevelopment’.
In my mind’s eye it is about fucking with our lives.
In exactly the same way the losers down the road want to sell this monstrosity –
http://www.domain.com.au/Property/?adid=2010838353
What can I say.
Hold back you punters and take my advice.
Wait a few days and buy cheap.
The mining boom is now bust.
The dickheads wearing their fluoro shirts are being sacked out of hand.
And if you wait a while –
then you’ll score a bargain.
We left Arthur in charge of the office.
Our mistake.
While we were away a truckload of shit happened here in queensland.
Once again, our mistake for not tracking what was happening here.
Poor old Arthur, minding the shop, must have become somewhat carried away with local issues.
I can’t blame him.
Must have been a fair trial being gassed out with the meth lab down the street.
Wake up in the morning gasping for breath – the inside of your mouth shrunk to buggery.
Having to stay awake until first light while screaming, drug challenged, wankers prance up and down the street all night.
But as I said – that’s what we pay you for, Arthur.
Admittedly, he has a point.
When he was younger – he could go out there and bash a few heads together.
These nights, the filth is out there with their camcorders waiting for some honest citizen to reclaim the peace – by quietly bashing a few heads together.
The BIG question remains –
Why are the filth (in the electorate of the police minister) on the side of those brewing drugs and those causing grief?
Some time soon the minister for thuggery has to come clean and answer this sort of question.
Reasonable queenslanders/newmanians/boganvillians would put it this way –
“Hey dickhead – I know your brother is some sort of real-estate magnate – but does that mean we have to move out of our home – move under a bridge and do without – so you bludgers can sell up our properties for your fun and profit?
They might well go on to say something like this –
So who the fuck are you scheming bastards?
What the hell is all this jazz smut about bikies – when your klatch employ utter shiteheels in various industries (or pretending to be attached to various industries) in our home state.
So come on Dempsey and newman – you base bastards – what scheming, shitfilled, game are you fuckwits playing this week?
Now, is there some other way of putting it to you?
Is there some way it could graze your incredibly thick skulls – leastways enough to let the message get through – that you are screwing about with honest and decent people’s lives.
Let me put it this way –
It is ‘you and your associates’ who are acting criminally.
It is your police minister who has condoned and abetted a stinking, poisonous meth-factory upwind from my home.
It is my lady wife who has had to seek ‘help’ from the corrupted state health system with that.
I’d go so far as suggesting here that it has been me – these last many months bellowing about that hjere in cyberspace – that has caused your meth-brewing pig-dog pals to fuck off down the steeet.
To fuck off down the street and give us a break from their poison.
By now you must realise that I’m not particularly enthused with you suckholes?
So why the hell can’t you make a simple phonecall to your meth-brewing mates in my corner of the world.
Just call ‘em up and ask them to fuck off – go somewhere else and go poison someone else.
Here they are –
http://www.raywhite.com/qld/bundaberg-south/1047128/
In your tiny minds it is about ‘urban redevelopment’.
In my mind’s eye it is about fucking with our lives.
In exactly the same way the losers down the road want to sell this monstrosity –
http://www.domain.com.au/Property/?adid=2010838353
What can I say.
Hold back you punters and take my advice.
Wait a few days and buy cheap.
The mining boom is now bust.
The dickheads wearing their fluoro shirts are being sacked out of hand.
And if you wait a while –
then you’ll score a bargain.
WHAT I LIKE MOST ABOUT BOGANVILLIA IS THE STRANGLING NEPOTISM – IN JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING WE ENCOUNTER
So if we scan - http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/former-local-police-sergeant-jack-dempsey-appointed-queenslands-new-police-minister/comments-e6freon6-1226329766535
And look into the comments we find at comment 37 of 73 a statement by a certain person who should bloody well know better that to conflict his interest so bloody much.
(I would have clipped it here – but for some STRANGE reason it won’t work. Nothing unusual about that in fascist queensland whoever is occupying head office.)
Let’s then go to comment 61 of 73 –
Remarkably prescient comment, that!
Yet he was too polite to put his case forthrightly.
Put it this way –
It may be that you could put a thief to catch a thief – and if the thief set to catch the thief is paid enough – he may well dob in the other thief.
But there’s no way in the world an ex-sergeant of police is ever going to cop his pals or his past superiors in the pig farce.
No way, Jose!
Then finally down to 73 of 73 –
A bloke who mentions that newman wasn’t ‘there’ in belchy peanut’s time.
Of course he wasn’t. Neither were most of the blow-in population of this failed state.
But some of us were.
In fact, many of us were.
And it is that ‘many’ who have been told to ‘fuck off’, who have had the phones slammed down on our ears – who have been threatened by the bloody overweening pipsqueaks these arseholes employ to insulate themselves from the ‘inconvenience’ of the real world out there
Dempsey employed this jerk called ‘vince’.
The last ‘vince’ I knew was a dope dealer who arrived here in the mid 1970s.
Despite the fact that dempsey’s ‘vince’ sounded a bit younger than that shiteheel could be – he displays the same pig-dog threatening attitude.
Then the same bludger ends up as our councilor in the last ‘regional government’ raffle.
So, here we are in the ‘electorate’ of a totally compromised ‘pig-minister’ and the affairs of the actual ‘city central’ is being thoughtfully dealt with by one of his peons.
I can tell you for free – If you have the spare dosh – just come to Bundaberg – sprinkle a few credits in the right direction and without any doubt whatsoever – they’ll look after your ‘special’ interest.
They’ll look after you in the same way they look after the pig-dogs over from us.
Raise the issue with the porkers in dempsey’s domain and they’ll tell you to go fuck yourself.
Move the complaint upstairs to the cmc and the premier’s office and they’ll send you their ‘sympathy’ – in writing, to boot!
Meanwhile, my lady wife is attending health tests that report 20% kidney function a little while back
Meanwhile our roof has turned to iron oxide.
And the paint has almost completely peeled off the dump.
Yet the pig minister socializes (I’m reliably informed) with the local ‘magnates’ we’ve come to believe causing all this nausea.
But stop press for a shake and consider this geographical/demographic puzzle –
Why is the pig-minister’s brother’s real estate office slap-bang beside the new police station in this corrupt little town?
Why would it be that it was someone working in the electoral office of the ‘now sacked’ chairperson of the ‘parliamentary crime and misconduct committee’ who advised me of this?
And what the hell is all this whingeing about anyway?
Putting it simply – a mob of prime protected arseholes over the road and up the street have acted like prize arseholes for the last few years.
If Dempsey and newman were, in the merest sense, decent people they would have have saved me the bother of writing this stuff by having them arrested, charged and put to the courts of justice.
It is easy to say that we’ve had to live in near proximity to a bunch of jerks who have behaved in a certain fashion – have behaved the way newman and Dempsey describe ‘bikies’ as behaving.
Except these jerks tend to wear those stupid day-glo shirts and drive white jeeps when they go delivering their ‘snort’
There seems to be something somewhat phrenetic about the way the local member (our pig minister) blethers about ‘bikies’ – when his own ‘ASSOCIATES’ are out there on a daily basis fucking about with our lives.
When his own pet-set are out there fucking with our lives.
PS – Sorry I couldn’t open and attach the text, above. This is how it happens here, now. They reckon things are like that in, say, China. Try doing a bit of honest informational work in this benighted, overcontrolled, fascist dump.
PPS – If anyone reading this has any doubt – I am quietly suggesting that – either Dempsey is a complete idiot – or he could be covering the running of ‘substances’ out to employees of the mining industry and suchlike.
I’d prefer to thing the former – that like so many winning the raffles here – that (despite all the feedback that he’s a compromised bad bastard) he’s not up to the job).
PPPS – If he’s up to the job – then why the hell is he colluding with newman to cause this fuckwit pogrom about ‘bikies’?
Is there something wrong with him?
In my youth a ‘bikie’ delivered our mail.
A ‘bikie’ was the mechanic that serviced my dad’s car.
A ‘bikie’ delivered our groceries.
A ‘bikie’ (believe it or not) walked the Holy Cross into Eucharist at my church.
And the ‘bikie who deliverd our mail was the same bloke who walked the cross into the ceremony of Holy Communion at my church. (Dear Dougie, bless him).
PPPPS –
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campbell_Newman -
So, like so bloody many, this dreeb turned up here just to throw his weight around and cause trouble.
The jerk couldn’t have enough fun at duntroon (the odd rape and bit of buggery) so, in default, decided to move up here and frig queensland about unmercifully.
Well – the arse-with-ears has had his ambitions fulfilled.
He’s now ensconced in queensland/newmania/boganvillia and giving us immense nausea.
PPPPPS –
This dumpster idiot (jack Dempsey, - hoo boy, the boxer, hey) won his raffle by default.
All these complete halfwits moved into town hoping for jobs in the mines.
Corrupt as buggery and a bro in ‘Unreal estate.
These last many years – poor bloody punters have been moving up here in order to escape the futility of attempting to establish a viable home down south.
They arrive here in waves – twice a year they arrive – at the start of summer and again at the start of winter – they invest – then lose their last fuinds.
They are systematically sucked in – chewed up – then spat out by complete bastards running the show in this town.
The mates of those bastards doing that to them occupy every space in our “Bizzaro World” – joke - system of governance’ here.
The whole show is corrupted beyond buggery.
Those doing this to the innocents are corrupted beyond recall.
They are nothing but base filth.
And look into the comments we find at comment 37 of 73 a statement by a certain person who should bloody well know better that to conflict his interest so bloody much.
(I would have clipped it here – but for some STRANGE reason it won’t work. Nothing unusual about that in fascist queensland whoever is occupying head office.)
Let’s then go to comment 61 of 73 –
Remarkably prescient comment, that!
Yet he was too polite to put his case forthrightly.
Put it this way –
It may be that you could put a thief to catch a thief – and if the thief set to catch the thief is paid enough – he may well dob in the other thief.
But there’s no way in the world an ex-sergeant of police is ever going to cop his pals or his past superiors in the pig farce.
No way, Jose!
Then finally down to 73 of 73 –
A bloke who mentions that newman wasn’t ‘there’ in belchy peanut’s time.
Of course he wasn’t. Neither were most of the blow-in population of this failed state.
But some of us were.
In fact, many of us were.
And it is that ‘many’ who have been told to ‘fuck off’, who have had the phones slammed down on our ears – who have been threatened by the bloody overweening pipsqueaks these arseholes employ to insulate themselves from the ‘inconvenience’ of the real world out there
Dempsey employed this jerk called ‘vince’.
The last ‘vince’ I knew was a dope dealer who arrived here in the mid 1970s.
Despite the fact that dempsey’s ‘vince’ sounded a bit younger than that shiteheel could be – he displays the same pig-dog threatening attitude.
Then the same bludger ends up as our councilor in the last ‘regional government’ raffle.
So, here we are in the ‘electorate’ of a totally compromised ‘pig-minister’ and the affairs of the actual ‘city central’ is being thoughtfully dealt with by one of his peons.
I can tell you for free – If you have the spare dosh – just come to Bundaberg – sprinkle a few credits in the right direction and without any doubt whatsoever – they’ll look after your ‘special’ interest.
They’ll look after you in the same way they look after the pig-dogs over from us.
Raise the issue with the porkers in dempsey’s domain and they’ll tell you to go fuck yourself.
Move the complaint upstairs to the cmc and the premier’s office and they’ll send you their ‘sympathy’ – in writing, to boot!
Meanwhile, my lady wife is attending health tests that report 20% kidney function a little while back
Meanwhile our roof has turned to iron oxide.
And the paint has almost completely peeled off the dump.
Yet the pig minister socializes (I’m reliably informed) with the local ‘magnates’ we’ve come to believe causing all this nausea.
But stop press for a shake and consider this geographical/demographic puzzle –
Why is the pig-minister’s brother’s real estate office slap-bang beside the new police station in this corrupt little town?
Why would it be that it was someone working in the electoral office of the ‘now sacked’ chairperson of the ‘parliamentary crime and misconduct committee’ who advised me of this?
And what the hell is all this whingeing about anyway?
Putting it simply – a mob of prime protected arseholes over the road and up the street have acted like prize arseholes for the last few years.
If Dempsey and newman were, in the merest sense, decent people they would have have saved me the bother of writing this stuff by having them arrested, charged and put to the courts of justice.
It is easy to say that we’ve had to live in near proximity to a bunch of jerks who have behaved in a certain fashion – have behaved the way newman and Dempsey describe ‘bikies’ as behaving.
Except these jerks tend to wear those stupid day-glo shirts and drive white jeeps when they go delivering their ‘snort’
There seems to be something somewhat phrenetic about the way the local member (our pig minister) blethers about ‘bikies’ – when his own ‘ASSOCIATES’ are out there on a daily basis fucking about with our lives.
When his own pet-set are out there fucking with our lives.
PS – Sorry I couldn’t open and attach the text, above. This is how it happens here, now. They reckon things are like that in, say, China. Try doing a bit of honest informational work in this benighted, overcontrolled, fascist dump.
PPS – If anyone reading this has any doubt – I am quietly suggesting that – either Dempsey is a complete idiot – or he could be covering the running of ‘substances’ out to employees of the mining industry and suchlike.
I’d prefer to thing the former – that like so many winning the raffles here – that (despite all the feedback that he’s a compromised bad bastard) he’s not up to the job).
PPPS – If he’s up to the job – then why the hell is he colluding with newman to cause this fuckwit pogrom about ‘bikies’?
Is there something wrong with him?
In my youth a ‘bikie’ delivered our mail.
A ‘bikie’ was the mechanic that serviced my dad’s car.
A ‘bikie’ delivered our groceries.
A ‘bikie’ (believe it or not) walked the Holy Cross into Eucharist at my church.
And the ‘bikie who deliverd our mail was the same bloke who walked the cross into the ceremony of Holy Communion at my church. (Dear Dougie, bless him).
PPPPS –
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campbell_Newman -
So, like so bloody many, this dreeb turned up here just to throw his weight around and cause trouble.
The jerk couldn’t have enough fun at duntroon (the odd rape and bit of buggery) so, in default, decided to move up here and frig queensland about unmercifully.
Well – the arse-with-ears has had his ambitions fulfilled.
He’s now ensconced in queensland/newmania/boganvillia and giving us immense nausea.
PPPPPS –
This dumpster idiot (jack Dempsey, - hoo boy, the boxer, hey) won his raffle by default.
All these complete halfwits moved into town hoping for jobs in the mines.
Corrupt as buggery and a bro in ‘Unreal estate.
These last many years – poor bloody punters have been moving up here in order to escape the futility of attempting to establish a viable home down south.
They arrive here in waves – twice a year they arrive – at the start of summer and again at the start of winter – they invest – then lose their last fuinds.
They are systematically sucked in – chewed up – then spat out by complete bastards running the show in this town.
The mates of those bastards doing that to them occupy every space in our “Bizzaro World” – joke - system of governance’ here.
The whole show is corrupted beyond buggery.
Those doing this to the innocents are corrupted beyond recall.
They are nothing but base filth.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
PETE SEEGER WON’T MIND ME BORROWING THIS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1y2SIIeqy34
And for a laugh –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujzKk_4WBsE
This week, and this time every year, in queensland (and elsewhere in Australia) we have customarily run these stupid events to provide disadvantaged kids with a few Christmas presents.
This year, in queensland (or, as it is now known, newmania, or boganvillia) the political police will be there arresting anyone they might choose.
I can tell you that they won’t be arresting me there – ‘cos I don’t have a scooter any more.
Which is a shame.
It is a shame because I worked my tits off putting together the first motorcycle toy-run in our pathetic little region way back in about 1981.
I don’t give a fuck about the exact year.
Somewhere in the stack of mementoes are some tacky little badges the ‘Motorcycle Rider’s Association™ ‘gave me for my piss-poor-efforts for the first and next few years.
None of that is important.
But what WAS important back then is that our state member of parliament rode along beside us on that first toy-run with his young daughter on the pillion seat of their grotty little Honda scooter.
Shit yeah!
Our member of parliament went for the ride – his daughter came for the ride with her dad – in support of our disadvantaged kids.(Clem Campbell, was his name).
And what do we have now – in 2013?
This prize arsehole – the present member for our sorry electorate – the prize pig-minister threatening to arrest anyone attending this year’s turnout – if his pig-pals want to – or choose to.
Without any doubt there is no way any reasonable person could muster up any opinion about this chunk of filth.
Leave it there.
There is no way any reasonable person could muster up any opinion about this chunk of filth confronting us in 2013, newmania.
And for a laugh –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujzKk_4WBsE
This week, and this time every year, in queensland (and elsewhere in Australia) we have customarily run these stupid events to provide disadvantaged kids with a few Christmas presents.
This year, in queensland (or, as it is now known, newmania, or boganvillia) the political police will be there arresting anyone they might choose.
I can tell you that they won’t be arresting me there – ‘cos I don’t have a scooter any more.
Which is a shame.
It is a shame because I worked my tits off putting together the first motorcycle toy-run in our pathetic little region way back in about 1981.
I don’t give a fuck about the exact year.
Somewhere in the stack of mementoes are some tacky little badges the ‘Motorcycle Rider’s Association™ ‘gave me for my piss-poor-efforts for the first and next few years.
None of that is important.
But what WAS important back then is that our state member of parliament rode along beside us on that first toy-run with his young daughter on the pillion seat of their grotty little Honda scooter.
Shit yeah!
Our member of parliament went for the ride – his daughter came for the ride with her dad – in support of our disadvantaged kids.(Clem Campbell, was his name).
And what do we have now – in 2013?
This prize arsehole – the present member for our sorry electorate – the prize pig-minister threatening to arrest anyone attending this year’s turnout – if his pig-pals want to – or choose to.
Without any doubt there is no way any reasonable person could muster up any opinion about this chunk of filth.
Leave it there.
There is no way any reasonable person could muster up any opinion about this chunk of filth confronting us in 2013, newmania.
Friday, November 29, 2013
“WHEN WILL THE DEATH SQUADS MARCH OUT?”
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-11-28/bar-assoc-reaffirms-opposition-to-bikie-and-sex-offender-laws/5123166
Queensland has this (obviously) sick excuse for a premier.
His police minister is an ex-sergeant of police (if you remember, the original pig minister was summarily removed only a few days after taking on the job).
Any reasonable person can see the problem here.
A failed soldier using his ‘interest’ to move into politics – now exploiting a complete deadhead to forward his hate.
Newman operating his scams in Brisbane (as mayor) had pretty well convinced everyone there that his interest was about exploiting the ‘property industry’ to his advantage.
Which might syncopate with his placement of a junior, non-commissioned cop as police minister.
Nothing of that is of any importance except the brother of the now police minister is one of those prime exploitative jerks in real-estate.
Okay. Forget all that. Be a good queenslander and have all your assets stolen by these bludgers.
After all – you voted the bastards into the situation that you believe, that for some arcane reason) they can do that to you.
Just lie back, tilt your collective heads back and have your throats cut – by these amoral bastards. (to make that plain – remain apathetic and let them use you until you drop).
Either that or accept the fact that they are footling with your pathetic lives and your poor dimwitted and uneducated children’s future.
Bottom line is – who gives a continental – the bastards have invaded our family space and scared our women and children shitless.
A job well done.
A pox, a curse, on you bastards for doing that – may you writhe in hell!
Queensland has this (obviously) sick excuse for a premier.
His police minister is an ex-sergeant of police (if you remember, the original pig minister was summarily removed only a few days after taking on the job).
Any reasonable person can see the problem here.
A failed soldier using his ‘interest’ to move into politics – now exploiting a complete deadhead to forward his hate.
Newman operating his scams in Brisbane (as mayor) had pretty well convinced everyone there that his interest was about exploiting the ‘property industry’ to his advantage.
Which might syncopate with his placement of a junior, non-commissioned cop as police minister.
Nothing of that is of any importance except the brother of the now police minister is one of those prime exploitative jerks in real-estate.
Okay. Forget all that. Be a good queenslander and have all your assets stolen by these bludgers.
After all – you voted the bastards into the situation that you believe, that for some arcane reason) they can do that to you.
Just lie back, tilt your collective heads back and have your throats cut – by these amoral bastards. (to make that plain – remain apathetic and let them use you until you drop).
Either that or accept the fact that they are footling with your pathetic lives and your poor dimwitted and uneducated children’s future.
Bottom line is – who gives a continental – the bastards have invaded our family space and scared our women and children shitless.
A job well done.
A pox, a curse, on you bastards for doing that – may you writhe in hell!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
“ECHELON – or – These Days They MUST Be Putting Something in the Water”
All this crapola recently about the poor Indonesians being ‘spied upon’ by Australia –
Give us a break. Surely everyone has heard of the global monitoring of communications.
These days about the only safe communication between two individuals would be directly face to face, down a deep mine.
And even then you could not be sure that you were secure.
Nope – the Indo outrage is artificial as they bloody well know.
And the ‘spin’ they are putting on it seems to be about having our dear ‘government’ remind the Ozpopulation that their communications are as wide open to monitoring by our masters as is theirs.
To make that plain – while our people are being kept in the dark and fed bullshit like the good little mushrooms that they are – they are susceptible to a further erosion of their trust in the hierarchy(?) of buffoons causing that to happen.
I mean – why the hell WERE all those funny white bubbles surrounded by exclusively American occupied outhouses put out in the desert all those years ago?
Surely the Indos must have gained an inkling that they’ve been bugged at some stage in the last four or five decades?
Surely they can’t pretend, (as the weft and warp of political duplicity has been applied over those years) that they themselves have not been frequent recipients of El Int and Sig Int originating from these ‘ECHELON ™ ‘ facilities on Australian soil?
http://philipcfromnyc.hubpages.com/hub/ECHELON----The-Spy-System-That-Knows-Everything
So what gives?
The “Great Game” being played here is becoming more immediate than that the seppos invented – their ‘Domino Theory’ and will soon become more intense than that old bunfight between the Brits and the Russkies in Central Asia.
I’m talking about events in which lots of innocent people end up getting hurt.
At this stage in proceedings Australia is a very resource rich and conveniently placed slab of real estate provisionally being controlled by a mob of greedy, corrupt and self serving dolts.
Dolts who appear to have no idea about reaching out to Australians – or even providing Australians with enough raw information in order to advise them about the present geo-political situation confronting them and soon to be impinging upon their interest.
So, are they putting something in the water that makes people forget what they saw on ‘Four Corners’ all those years ago?
Or are we all as greedy and as stupid as those acting like complete dicks in our parliaments these last many years?
Nah. Some bastard MUST be putting some sort of forgetfulness drug in our water.
Stands to reason!
Give us a break. Surely everyone has heard of the global monitoring of communications.
These days about the only safe communication between two individuals would be directly face to face, down a deep mine.
And even then you could not be sure that you were secure.
Nope – the Indo outrage is artificial as they bloody well know.
And the ‘spin’ they are putting on it seems to be about having our dear ‘government’ remind the Ozpopulation that their communications are as wide open to monitoring by our masters as is theirs.
To make that plain – while our people are being kept in the dark and fed bullshit like the good little mushrooms that they are – they are susceptible to a further erosion of their trust in the hierarchy(?) of buffoons causing that to happen.
I mean – why the hell WERE all those funny white bubbles surrounded by exclusively American occupied outhouses put out in the desert all those years ago?
Surely the Indos must have gained an inkling that they’ve been bugged at some stage in the last four or five decades?
Surely they can’t pretend, (as the weft and warp of political duplicity has been applied over those years) that they themselves have not been frequent recipients of El Int and Sig Int originating from these ‘ECHELON ™ ‘ facilities on Australian soil?
http://philipcfromnyc.hubpages.com/hub/ECHELON----The-Spy-System-That-Knows-Everything
So what gives?
The “Great Game” being played here is becoming more immediate than that the seppos invented – their ‘Domino Theory’ and will soon become more intense than that old bunfight between the Brits and the Russkies in Central Asia.
I’m talking about events in which lots of innocent people end up getting hurt.
At this stage in proceedings Australia is a very resource rich and conveniently placed slab of real estate provisionally being controlled by a mob of greedy, corrupt and self serving dolts.
Dolts who appear to have no idea about reaching out to Australians – or even providing Australians with enough raw information in order to advise them about the present geo-political situation confronting them and soon to be impinging upon their interest.
So, are they putting something in the water that makes people forget what they saw on ‘Four Corners’ all those years ago?
Or are we all as greedy and as stupid as those acting like complete dicks in our parliaments these last many years?
Nah. Some bastard MUST be putting some sort of forgetfulness drug in our water.
Stands to reason!
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