http://www.allaboutbikes.com/motorcycle-news/general-news/3534-the-truth-behind-an-infamous-motorcycle-photo
Oh Yeah. The truth then.
How about some truth now.
Might it surprise you that combat veterans after WWII, korea, VietNam, and all those horrid little engagements –
Might it surprise you that many, returning after surviving what outrage our ‘raffle winners’ have caused – had some trouble readjusting to civil society?
I mean, what the fuck are they supposed to do?
Take up midwifery, wood turning or basket weaving, for chrissakes?
As it happened, a fair few couldn’t handle the boredom – couldn’t afford an exciting lifestyle, either in the capitalist mould, or basket weaving .
So they decided to band together with, at least, the tag-end of something within their abilities which might offer them some semblance of fun and freedom.
Whatever the reason behind that choice – a fair number of the marginalized and disaffected of those generations decided to create motorcycle clubs.
I doubt very much that by doing this they intended thumbing their noses at ‘authority’.
Mainly because by then they had lost all respect for ‘authority’ and saw no need for any more bullshit in their lives.
For some strange reason ‘authority’ has an amazing problem with people who have lost all respect for them and the temporary tenure of raffle winners.
Yep, they, the politicians and their acolytes, are indeed parasitic sub-species feeding on misplaced adoration and exploiting other people’s energy and money.
It IS fact.
Ask anyone who pretends to represent ‘authority’ here in boganvillia and they’ll tell you in any of a thousand ways “sorry, I can’t help you”.
Tell that same ‘representative’, or his acolyte -“sorry, I don’t want your ‘help’, mr g-man” – and the bastard will hang around like a blue arsed fly – usually calling in ten or more of his mates to give you a hard time.
Here is the core of the issue.
It has often been mentioned in the literature that the ‘biker’ phenomenon – the one percenters – that sort of thing, have developed, from time to time, into a succession of criminal countercultures threatening mainstream society.
It is true that motorcycles are indeed a mode of transport that offers exhilaration as a reward for acquired skill and therefore is attractive to those who personally value those attributes and appreciate such skills among their peers; however the appreciation and application of such skills does not forge a criminal society.
Other, more learned commentators have researched the situation well enough to realise that without these intergenerational peer groups acting as a societal safety valve we could have seen at various times, during the last sixty/seventy years, mirrors of what happened in nazi germany.
Our learned ones have, in fact, noted several occurrences of somewhat dictatorial regimes succeeding and sometimes thriving without any involvement of ‘bikies’; often in result of bikies not being a particularly obvious sub-set in those societies.
A dispassionate study of pre- Borbidge queensland (it was about the time of his regime that increased importation of H-D and other large capacity vee twin motorcycles began) might reveal some interesting aspects of ‘middle management, command and control’ in both the public and private sectors.
While it cannot be denied that queensland once relied upon an especially wretched form of pure nepotism to supply the dump with its quota of lords and masters; a situation arose where the traditional, overprevileged school-bully type required reinforcement.
Of course, the majority of this sort became noticed at school and college because they were ‘good at games’ – character building, hey, what?
And back then the schools and colleges were the focal point for character building games.
Consequently, the prize dolts of empire mostly went to school and while they engaged in games on the playing fields and later at night in the dormitories they mostly, at least, learned to read and write.
All of which was well and fine: an unsophisticated populace, eternally being shoved and dicked about by a public service of about the same level of sophistication as those who arrived with the First Fleet.
Then, as mentioned above, during Borbidge’s regime – at about that time the Harleys began arriving here in volume – there was a salient change in sport.
Those who played ‘serious’ games became ‘professionals’.
In other words overnight they became overpaid – were driven this way or that by petty sports politics.
They needed to resort to ‘performance enhancing drugs’.
Their personal values and ethical standards slumped below traditional sportsmanship (one could assume in result of the pressures they were under).
In no wise were they any different from their equally institutionalised predecessors in not being averse to a spot of bar-room fisticuffs, the odd gang-bang, or quiet pack-rape.
But these days (and here is the big question) can any of these cunts write, read, or reason some document placed under their noses?
And yet this dump is filling middle management with this sort once they’ve reached their use-by-date in ‘sport’. The practice continues – but the ground-rules have changed under their somewhat blistered feet.
Meanwhile, the boganvillia polis farce have been actively recruiting pork from south africa - no longer welcome in south africa.
Okay. Who the hell would want pigs that had been sacked in south africa, then?
Is that such an unreasonable question?
All this is a matter of public record.
In other words – compartmentalise, disenfranchise, and suppress our veterans, the societally disinterested and those slightly disaffected and just round ‘em up for giving some expatriate, psycho, south African coon-basher the well-deserved finger of scorn – or for giving some superannuated rugby player nothing more than the good old ‘California Howdy’.
But only if they happen to ride scooters; eh, mein fuhrer.
Hey, fuhrer – its new year’s eve. I can hear ‘em out the front.
They aren’t on motorcycles and it isn’t yet 9.00pm.
But I can assure you that they already sound reeling drunk, off their tiny faces, or both.
So tell me, mr.fuhrer – who the hell of your team can I call on to help me protect the lives and property of MY family when it all goes pear-shaped again, out there tonight?
Why do you prefer to continue and escalate beattie's policy of recruiting psycho goons from failed states overseas when we have an overabundance of blokes looking for your sort of work here?
Most homeborn boganvillians would much prefer to be intercepted at gunpoint by some equally homeborn crazed, tattooed loonie riding a police motorcycle - rather than being shot out of hand (for running an amber light) by some imported mercenary riding a police motorcycle.
Come on fuhrer newman - it really is a bad look.
And one day very soon you will be a private citizen again.
You will then be an elderly private citizen in the world you have created.
Cause and effect.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
THE CONTENT OF OUR LIBRARY – A MIRROR OF OUR SOCIETY.
Don’t expect any pansy reviews of the latest bodice ripper.
It is just that whenever I cruise into the local library for some reading matter there is so little choice amongst those scores of thousands of published titles available to me.
So little choice?
Fact. So little choice.
Let me explain.
Unless that broad stream of history I’ve been fed all my life and those ethical standards ground into my sorry pelt while being raised as an Anglican are completely wrong – then, for the life of me, I cannot find any author in that pathetic library who disagrees with me.
Disagrees with me about what?
For instance – I cannot find any author who is prepared to swear on a any stack of holy books that human rights violations allegedly perpetrated, say, under the regimes of the likes of Adolph Hitler, Jo Stalin, Pol Pot, or Ceausescu, was right.
There may be something published by the odd apologist or denialist – but even they all agree that their argument is about and still surrounds the fact that bastardry, brutality, suppression, and various tones of ethnic, racial, religious ‘cleansing’ – or any such organized and applied discrimination – is completely unconscionable.
They admit that bastardry is bastardry - then deny their people caused such bastardry.
So, unless I’m being denied some special ‘back-room’ facility at our local library – I’m afraid that even the fascist leaning authors stacked there amongst those countless thousands of rather weighty books tend to agree with me - that bastardry is and remains, bastardry.
To put that plainly – any idiot brainy enough to write a book and have it published would have to accept that causing anyone harm causes that same person pain and trauma.
The same applies to their relatives, friends and associates – likewise any population or segment of a population so affected.
Apparently, though, the rules are different in ‘boganvillia’.
Back to the library -
Don’t get me wrong. There are a few books there touching on ‘certain practices’ – involving certain people who, for whatever reason, seem to ‘get their rocks off’ with a bit of pain – or causing others a bit of pain.
The learned consensus is, however, that the ‘subjects of these studies’ might do well with a bit of ‘help’.
All of which leads me to the conclusion of this article –
• Our society is supposedly founded upon a bunch of ‘reasonable expectations’.
• We all may ‘reasonably expect’ those centuries of brainstorming by our philosophers and ethicists have resulted in the establishment of a set of rules based upon those ‘reasonable expectations.
• Therefore anyone, or any regime, denying, defying, or dispensing with those societal mores has placed themselves in the zone of those needing ‘help’.
• Yet, there exists international law supported by national law placing such activity by nation states as outside the law.
• And in consequence, so it seems, the state of, what was once queensland, now ‘boganvillia’, by the recent actions of its ‘ruling junta’ – is now ‘outlaw’ in the jaded eyes of the rest of this world.
• Indeed. They tear the rest of us down with them.
And in conclusion –
Are they simple lads temporarily having lost their way?
Or are they a corrupt klatch of bastards too damned stupid to work out – ‘what comes around, goes around – then bites you in the jugular’.
Actually, it doesn’t matter.
One thing for sure they don’t read much – for if they bothered to read, they’d damned well know from the lessons of the past how they are marking time now but fucking the future.
That might be an indicator of their egos, their mentality.
So little choice here in this dump when that library offers so many hints about what life SHOULD BE LIKE – how life CAN BE LIKE – were we not all ground down by a succession of cross-wired, shit ignorant thugs who claim to be our ‘representatives’ ‘constituting’ our ‘puppet parliaments’.
Is that why their sort so much enjoy burning books and locking people up in concentration camps?
It is just that whenever I cruise into the local library for some reading matter there is so little choice amongst those scores of thousands of published titles available to me.
So little choice?
Fact. So little choice.
Let me explain.
Unless that broad stream of history I’ve been fed all my life and those ethical standards ground into my sorry pelt while being raised as an Anglican are completely wrong – then, for the life of me, I cannot find any author in that pathetic library who disagrees with me.
Disagrees with me about what?
For instance – I cannot find any author who is prepared to swear on a any stack of holy books that human rights violations allegedly perpetrated, say, under the regimes of the likes of Adolph Hitler, Jo Stalin, Pol Pot, or Ceausescu, was right.
There may be something published by the odd apologist or denialist – but even they all agree that their argument is about and still surrounds the fact that bastardry, brutality, suppression, and various tones of ethnic, racial, religious ‘cleansing’ – or any such organized and applied discrimination – is completely unconscionable.
They admit that bastardry is bastardry - then deny their people caused such bastardry.
So, unless I’m being denied some special ‘back-room’ facility at our local library – I’m afraid that even the fascist leaning authors stacked there amongst those countless thousands of rather weighty books tend to agree with me - that bastardry is and remains, bastardry.
To put that plainly – any idiot brainy enough to write a book and have it published would have to accept that causing anyone harm causes that same person pain and trauma.
The same applies to their relatives, friends and associates – likewise any population or segment of a population so affected.
Apparently, though, the rules are different in ‘boganvillia’.
Back to the library -
Don’t get me wrong. There are a few books there touching on ‘certain practices’ – involving certain people who, for whatever reason, seem to ‘get their rocks off’ with a bit of pain – or causing others a bit of pain.
The learned consensus is, however, that the ‘subjects of these studies’ might do well with a bit of ‘help’.
All of which leads me to the conclusion of this article –
• Our society is supposedly founded upon a bunch of ‘reasonable expectations’.
• We all may ‘reasonably expect’ those centuries of brainstorming by our philosophers and ethicists have resulted in the establishment of a set of rules based upon those ‘reasonable expectations.
• Therefore anyone, or any regime, denying, defying, or dispensing with those societal mores has placed themselves in the zone of those needing ‘help’.
• Yet, there exists international law supported by national law placing such activity by nation states as outside the law.
• And in consequence, so it seems, the state of, what was once queensland, now ‘boganvillia’, by the recent actions of its ‘ruling junta’ – is now ‘outlaw’ in the jaded eyes of the rest of this world.
• Indeed. They tear the rest of us down with them.
And in conclusion –
Are they simple lads temporarily having lost their way?
Or are they a corrupt klatch of bastards too damned stupid to work out – ‘what comes around, goes around – then bites you in the jugular’.
Actually, it doesn’t matter.
One thing for sure they don’t read much – for if they bothered to read, they’d damned well know from the lessons of the past how they are marking time now but fucking the future.
That might be an indicator of their egos, their mentality.
So little choice here in this dump when that library offers so many hints about what life SHOULD BE LIKE – how life CAN BE LIKE – were we not all ground down by a succession of cross-wired, shit ignorant thugs who claim to be our ‘representatives’ ‘constituting’ our ‘puppet parliaments’.
Is that why their sort so much enjoy burning books and locking people up in concentration camps?
Saturday, December 28, 2013
THE QUEENSLAND, NEWMANIA, BOGANVILLIA WAY
It takes a fair amount of time.
It takes time because you damned well know what you’ll discover when you go looking.
Then when you begin discovering the truth – how it turns your stomach.
The last few months a fair proportion of the population of this ‘once but now deceased’ queensland have been trying to figure out precisely what the present junta are up to.
This ‘bikie’ crap they are frothing at the mouth about.
Oh, don’t worry you braindead rednecks – we all know that there are a fair number of utter bastards out there disposing of their ‘black cash’ by buying motorcycles, fast cars, fancy watches, diamond studded cock-rings and other ‘bling’.
And a fair number of these new age wonks, having lately arrived in australia from the levant, old Yugoslavia, Egypt, Syria and fuck only knows where else, are playing the same games here/now as made them unpopular there - back where these arseholes came from.
Having cash to buy bling, bikes and sado cock-rings doesn’t make any of these cunts ‘bikies’.
But here is the crunch – To horn in the above sort need to find a clique they can impress, then therefore exploit.
Face it dim-bulbs – the western press have occasionally set up the new Czar - Vlad Putin rattling about on the odd motorcycle and captured him ‘topless’ riding ‘dobbinski’, the Kremlin’s last surviving pony.
What we have to remember (once we work it out) is who actually let these manipulative psychopaths into this country.
Because without any doubt whatsoever it was not the local motorcycle club that approved their entry/residence permits into Australia.
I have seen no headlines whatsoever, like – “’Devil’s Deros™’ sponsor war criminal’s new job as bank manager” – or anything resembling it.
So, if you stand back and look at the situation – it slowly leaks into your consciousness that the sons and daughters of the same old corrupt ‘public service’ – those addled products of nepotism – have done the same job in this age as their daddies and mommies did back in the past.
(I’d like to express this in some stronger fashion – but I lack sufficient ‘cuss’ words to express my contempt for another generation of manipulative bastards setting up THIS generation of artless, innocent, but relatively warry motorcycle riders for a mirror of the likes that happened, say, during the Victoria Street scuffles behind King’s Cross a generation ago.)
Nor do I have the contacts to organize a meeting with the dorks causing us all this nausea.
It would be great to line up newman, (a failed grunt) Dempsey, (a failed pig) and that toy-boy of theirs, ‘jarrod, the incompetent’.
Where was I?
That’s right – I was talking about the liar’s dance and how these charmers mentioned above seem to have such a weenie, simplistic, totally false concept about unlawfulness, corruption and their central place in that mire here in boganvillia.
Either they are beyond clueless; totally, impossibly, incompetent – or they really are in cahoots with those wog arseholes they and their laborite pals have invited in – how they are burning the ‘candle of state’ at both ends in a way not too different from what was going on in joh’s time (and in beattie’s time for that matter.)
Oh, for chrissakes; anyone with a tenth of a brain can see that the full weight of the ‘law’ is going to be utilized to clear out a whole bunch of relatively harmless (albeit somewhat argumentative) non-conformists (to whit - ‘bikies’) off the decks so that a real mob of murderous, utterly amoral, prime arseholes can insert themselves (with the fuhrer’s blessing) into some societal space that, at surface, resembles the ‘bikies’niche.
But that’s the problem with queensland (last month, newmania, now boganvillia). Nine-tenths of the population of this dump, individually, have less than a tenth of average reasoning capacity – leastways since that southern invasion of poxed, punch-drunk, duh-wits the last few decades.
Further to this and has so often been mentioned before –
The idiot writing this crap isn’t doing it because he’s bored or ever DISAFFECTED WITH THE CONCEPT OF PARLIAMENTARY PROCESS.
But when some sub-set of sub-humans over the road get to call instantly on the services of what passes as police in this failed state.
When a mob of meth-brewing shiteheels put the weights on you and your family WITH POLICE SUPPORT – then you damned well know that there’s MORE than a certain amount of corruption in the precinct.
When you complain through ‘command channels’ (here that alleged premier, once being of the defence farce, should undoubtedly know what I mean) and get a letter back from the ‘premier’ himself –
• When you get a letter back from his office ‘sympathising’ for the stress that the odd death threat might have caused us –
• When that premier’s people have actually heard (no doubt recorded it at their end) the death threats he so much ‘sympathises’ about –
Then in that situation, without any doubt, an alleged ‘premier’ well advised by the ‘local member’ is a cynical cunt who doesn’t give a fuck about any of his citizens and that in consequence the rule of law in boganvillia has well and truly collapsed beyond repair.
FUBAR – would be one of those jolly acronyms newman might remember from his time in defence.
Stands for – fucked beyond all recall.
It takes time because you damned well know what you’ll discover when you go looking.
Then when you begin discovering the truth – how it turns your stomach.
The last few months a fair proportion of the population of this ‘once but now deceased’ queensland have been trying to figure out precisely what the present junta are up to.
This ‘bikie’ crap they are frothing at the mouth about.
Oh, don’t worry you braindead rednecks – we all know that there are a fair number of utter bastards out there disposing of their ‘black cash’ by buying motorcycles, fast cars, fancy watches, diamond studded cock-rings and other ‘bling’.
And a fair number of these new age wonks, having lately arrived in australia from the levant, old Yugoslavia, Egypt, Syria and fuck only knows where else, are playing the same games here/now as made them unpopular there - back where these arseholes came from.
Having cash to buy bling, bikes and sado cock-rings doesn’t make any of these cunts ‘bikies’.
But here is the crunch – To horn in the above sort need to find a clique they can impress, then therefore exploit.
Face it dim-bulbs – the western press have occasionally set up the new Czar - Vlad Putin rattling about on the odd motorcycle and captured him ‘topless’ riding ‘dobbinski’, the Kremlin’s last surviving pony.
What we have to remember (once we work it out) is who actually let these manipulative psychopaths into this country.
Because without any doubt whatsoever it was not the local motorcycle club that approved their entry/residence permits into Australia.
I have seen no headlines whatsoever, like – “’Devil’s Deros™’ sponsor war criminal’s new job as bank manager” – or anything resembling it.
So, if you stand back and look at the situation – it slowly leaks into your consciousness that the sons and daughters of the same old corrupt ‘public service’ – those addled products of nepotism – have done the same job in this age as their daddies and mommies did back in the past.
(I’d like to express this in some stronger fashion – but I lack sufficient ‘cuss’ words to express my contempt for another generation of manipulative bastards setting up THIS generation of artless, innocent, but relatively warry motorcycle riders for a mirror of the likes that happened, say, during the Victoria Street scuffles behind King’s Cross a generation ago.)
Nor do I have the contacts to organize a meeting with the dorks causing us all this nausea.
It would be great to line up newman, (a failed grunt) Dempsey, (a failed pig) and that toy-boy of theirs, ‘jarrod, the incompetent’.
Where was I?
That’s right – I was talking about the liar’s dance and how these charmers mentioned above seem to have such a weenie, simplistic, totally false concept about unlawfulness, corruption and their central place in that mire here in boganvillia.
Either they are beyond clueless; totally, impossibly, incompetent – or they really are in cahoots with those wog arseholes they and their laborite pals have invited in – how they are burning the ‘candle of state’ at both ends in a way not too different from what was going on in joh’s time (and in beattie’s time for that matter.)
Oh, for chrissakes; anyone with a tenth of a brain can see that the full weight of the ‘law’ is going to be utilized to clear out a whole bunch of relatively harmless (albeit somewhat argumentative) non-conformists (to whit - ‘bikies’) off the decks so that a real mob of murderous, utterly amoral, prime arseholes can insert themselves (with the fuhrer’s blessing) into some societal space that, at surface, resembles the ‘bikies’niche.
But that’s the problem with queensland (last month, newmania, now boganvillia). Nine-tenths of the population of this dump, individually, have less than a tenth of average reasoning capacity – leastways since that southern invasion of poxed, punch-drunk, duh-wits the last few decades.
Further to this and has so often been mentioned before –
The idiot writing this crap isn’t doing it because he’s bored or ever DISAFFECTED WITH THE CONCEPT OF PARLIAMENTARY PROCESS.
But when some sub-set of sub-humans over the road get to call instantly on the services of what passes as police in this failed state.
When a mob of meth-brewing shiteheels put the weights on you and your family WITH POLICE SUPPORT – then you damned well know that there’s MORE than a certain amount of corruption in the precinct.
When you complain through ‘command channels’ (here that alleged premier, once being of the defence farce, should undoubtedly know what I mean) and get a letter back from the ‘premier’ himself –
• When you get a letter back from his office ‘sympathising’ for the stress that the odd death threat might have caused us –
• When that premier’s people have actually heard (no doubt recorded it at their end) the death threats he so much ‘sympathises’ about –
Then in that situation, without any doubt, an alleged ‘premier’ well advised by the ‘local member’ is a cynical cunt who doesn’t give a fuck about any of his citizens and that in consequence the rule of law in boganvillia has well and truly collapsed beyond repair.
FUBAR – would be one of those jolly acronyms newman might remember from his time in defence.
Stands for – fucked beyond all recall.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
BOXING DAY
Yesterday, xmas day, the stinkers over the road (the meth brewers and their mates) were absent.
They (thank fuck) stayed away again today.
This evening I went out, after dark to see if there was any sign of the feral cat that my Lady Wife had been feeding these last several months.
Then, as I was coming back inside – they arrived.
Two extremely fat arseholes in a ute towing a ‘tinnie’.
For some reason these fat, useless, cunts (without any doubt an element of ‘rent-a-car/rent – a crowd™’ have to stop in our tiny corner of the world, either to dump their garbage – score from the meth-lab over the road – or just give us the shits.
This time they parked and went through whatever procedure was in their tiny minds directly in front of our neighbour’s house.
As it happened, ha, ha, that is exactly where I was standing.
So I politely asked the mega-obese cunt what the hell he was up to (without, you understand, being ‘prejudicial’ or ‘confrontationalist’).
Despite all my efforts to be polite to his sort –
He told me (for all the usual reasons that occur to his sort of allegedly‘empowered’ but totally braindead, misinformed, lardarsed, fuckwits) that he had every right to park there and dump whatever nausea he had on-board his tinnie onto/into the streets of our neighbourhood.
No fucking problem for that slobbery arse-with-ears.
That cunt has ‘rights’.
Of course the shitehead had every right to dump his stinking fishguts there.
Of course he was so on the ball as he was leaving – that when I gave him the finger – he stopped, wallowed out of his vehicle and wanted to have a ‘go’ at me.
As did his fat, useless, mate.
Big question, then. Why is this silly bastard of sixty years - still here writing this account - after their threats?
The gutless cunts!
That prize arsehole (and his suety poofta mate) can go fishing, gut his catch into the bilge of his cheapjack little tinnie - pull up anywhere he likes, then pull his bilge plugs and dump his stinking filth in front of our neighbour’s home.
No big deal and pretty typical of what happens around here lately – but something happening around here with increasing regularity.
And for some reason, if you catch this scum at their game, then tell ‘em to piss off - their sort of shit somehow believe they have police protection for their pathetic behaviour.
Nice people these blow-in filth – temporarily living in sunny queensland.
In fact they behave in no different fashion than the arseholes running this state lately.
(Mostly they are blow-in filth too.)
Quite interesting that those arseholes running the show here in boganvillia and the filth they keep attracting, sub-contracting north into the mining industry seem to have approximately the same base standards and morals.
( I seriously wonder whether the ‘masters’ are onto the same substances as their mates in the mining industry.)
To move on -
Both societal sub-sets are as out-of-sight touchy, overaggressive, overwound and inclined to behaving in ways outside any of the accepted rules of any decent society.
Utter flaming pig-dogs, both, at top and bottom – with decent people being crunched as some sandwich filling?
And each day it only gets worse.
.
At some stage – all this crap has to stop.
Before some poor silly, honest fuckwit decides that ‘enough is enough’?
Let’s read what Churchill, the megalomaniac, said –
“If you have ten thousand regulations you destroy all respect for the law.”
Which reasonably accurately describes what is going on in newmania/boganvillia – that utterly failed state that was once queensland.
Let’s face it. Joh was a bastard – but at least he stopped short of -------------------
Let’s face it – Joh didn’t have access to the sort of electronic horror these bastards have at their disposal.
But these latter day pig-dogs do!
They (thank fuck) stayed away again today.
This evening I went out, after dark to see if there was any sign of the feral cat that my Lady Wife had been feeding these last several months.
Then, as I was coming back inside – they arrived.
Two extremely fat arseholes in a ute towing a ‘tinnie’.
For some reason these fat, useless, cunts (without any doubt an element of ‘rent-a-car/rent – a crowd™’ have to stop in our tiny corner of the world, either to dump their garbage – score from the meth-lab over the road – or just give us the shits.
This time they parked and went through whatever procedure was in their tiny minds directly in front of our neighbour’s house.
As it happened, ha, ha, that is exactly where I was standing.
So I politely asked the mega-obese cunt what the hell he was up to (without, you understand, being ‘prejudicial’ or ‘confrontationalist’).
Despite all my efforts to be polite to his sort –
He told me (for all the usual reasons that occur to his sort of allegedly‘empowered’ but totally braindead, misinformed, lardarsed, fuckwits) that he had every right to park there and dump whatever nausea he had on-board his tinnie onto/into the streets of our neighbourhood.
No fucking problem for that slobbery arse-with-ears.
That cunt has ‘rights’.
Of course the shitehead had every right to dump his stinking fishguts there.
Of course he was so on the ball as he was leaving – that when I gave him the finger – he stopped, wallowed out of his vehicle and wanted to have a ‘go’ at me.
As did his fat, useless, mate.
Big question, then. Why is this silly bastard of sixty years - still here writing this account - after their threats?
The gutless cunts!
That prize arsehole (and his suety poofta mate) can go fishing, gut his catch into the bilge of his cheapjack little tinnie - pull up anywhere he likes, then pull his bilge plugs and dump his stinking filth in front of our neighbour’s home.
No big deal and pretty typical of what happens around here lately – but something happening around here with increasing regularity.
And for some reason, if you catch this scum at their game, then tell ‘em to piss off - their sort of shit somehow believe they have police protection for their pathetic behaviour.
Nice people these blow-in filth – temporarily living in sunny queensland.
In fact they behave in no different fashion than the arseholes running this state lately.
(Mostly they are blow-in filth too.)
Quite interesting that those arseholes running the show here in boganvillia and the filth they keep attracting, sub-contracting north into the mining industry seem to have approximately the same base standards and morals.
( I seriously wonder whether the ‘masters’ are onto the same substances as their mates in the mining industry.)
To move on -
Both societal sub-sets are as out-of-sight touchy, overaggressive, overwound and inclined to behaving in ways outside any of the accepted rules of any decent society.
Utter flaming pig-dogs, both, at top and bottom – with decent people being crunched as some sandwich filling?
And each day it only gets worse.
.
At some stage – all this crap has to stop.
Before some poor silly, honest fuckwit decides that ‘enough is enough’?
Let’s read what Churchill, the megalomaniac, said –
“If you have ten thousand regulations you destroy all respect for the law.”
Which reasonably accurately describes what is going on in newmania/boganvillia – that utterly failed state that was once queensland.
Let’s face it. Joh was a bastard – but at least he stopped short of -------------------
Let’s face it – Joh didn’t have access to the sort of electronic horror these bastards have at their disposal.
But these latter day pig-dogs do!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
DEMPSEY’S PIGS AND HOW THEY ‘SERVE’ SOCIETY
This says it all –
http://www.medicalobserver.com.au/news/gp-claims-police-brutality-while-defending-patient -
now who, as an individual, or as an organization employed by the citizenry, in order to protect the citizenry, could go past that as an exemplar.
It was endemic in queensland before it ‘officially’ became ‘newmania’, then ‘boganvillia’ – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stl8FCTh0j8
Big problem is that eternal compact – that big fucking ha, ha, guaranteeing every shiteheel who wins the raffle of cross-party cover-up for every corrupt act ‘he,she,it’ perpetrates.
It is only when any ‘he,she,it’ actually rats on their alleged colleagues in the ‘parliamentary tontine’ – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tontine
- that they are ‘regretfully exposed’ as various sorts of ‘deviant vermin’ and ‘swamp gas’, then promptly incarcerated without fair trial.
Okay.
Anyone with half a brain can see what’s happening here.
A mob of prime arseholes waiting for ‘payback time’ – ever since joh was invited to retire.
Some raffle winners (aware of the oversight) immediately after his time – too damned gutless to move.
Then beattie turned up and let the pigs run again.
Then bliar (as beattie damned well knew) was too bloody busy with fuck-all, even to notice that she was accidentally premier of queensland.
Then jughead junior somehow waggled his ears into the top job.
Which I reckon is the biggest conspiracy, the biggest cover-up of all time.
The REAL aliens, the nasty buggers, all happen to have REALLY BIG, POINTY, EARS.
Case in point. Billy McMahon didn’t even bother disguising his alien-ness or his pointy ears.
He may have been our prime minister for a few months – but that sucker would never had any problem hanging upside down with our fruit-bats up in the mango trees.
Likewise ‘jughead’, our present ‘pm’.
Flapping great ears and those dripping canines too.
Then we have this latter day neo- fascist, newman up here in boganvillia.
And all this shit is there in the phone directories and instantly available on the world wide web.
But none of those cunts – never one of them or those frosty darlings supposedly employed by those raffle winning arseholes at your expense –
None of that filth EVER reply or respond in an ethical, timely, or decent fashion to those who request and require their support.
Which, firstly, gives a fair indication as to why this country is fucked beyond any recall and why I no longer bother, any longer, even trying to write sense.
http://www.medicalobserver.com.au/news/gp-claims-police-brutality-while-defending-patient -
now who, as an individual, or as an organization employed by the citizenry, in order to protect the citizenry, could go past that as an exemplar.
It was endemic in queensland before it ‘officially’ became ‘newmania’, then ‘boganvillia’ – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stl8FCTh0j8
Big problem is that eternal compact – that big fucking ha, ha, guaranteeing every shiteheel who wins the raffle of cross-party cover-up for every corrupt act ‘he,she,it’ perpetrates.
It is only when any ‘he,she,it’ actually rats on their alleged colleagues in the ‘parliamentary tontine’ – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tontine
- that they are ‘regretfully exposed’ as various sorts of ‘deviant vermin’ and ‘swamp gas’, then promptly incarcerated without fair trial.
Okay.
Anyone with half a brain can see what’s happening here.
A mob of prime arseholes waiting for ‘payback time’ – ever since joh was invited to retire.
Some raffle winners (aware of the oversight) immediately after his time – too damned gutless to move.
Then beattie turned up and let the pigs run again.
Then bliar (as beattie damned well knew) was too bloody busy with fuck-all, even to notice that she was accidentally premier of queensland.
Then jughead junior somehow waggled his ears into the top job.
Which I reckon is the biggest conspiracy, the biggest cover-up of all time.
The REAL aliens, the nasty buggers, all happen to have REALLY BIG, POINTY, EARS.
Case in point. Billy McMahon didn’t even bother disguising his alien-ness or his pointy ears.
He may have been our prime minister for a few months – but that sucker would never had any problem hanging upside down with our fruit-bats up in the mango trees.
Likewise ‘jughead’, our present ‘pm’.
Flapping great ears and those dripping canines too.
Then we have this latter day neo- fascist, newman up here in boganvillia.
And all this shit is there in the phone directories and instantly available on the world wide web.
But none of those cunts – never one of them or those frosty darlings supposedly employed by those raffle winning arseholes at your expense –
None of that filth EVER reply or respond in an ethical, timely, or decent fashion to those who request and require their support.
Which, firstly, gives a fair indication as to why this country is fucked beyond any recall and why I no longer bother, any longer, even trying to write sense.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
ONCE AGAIN - THE SEPARATION OF POWERS DON’T MATTER
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.
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.
– “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.
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