It never ceases to amaze how the punters keep putting their trust in reivers.
Keep trusting the glib, lying bastards.
Keep putting their own stringy necks down on self-supplied chopping blocks.
Keep believing the lies of the propaganda machine and keep believing that their little piece of paper with their easily changed pencil scratches amounts to their one and only contribution to ‘democracy’.
I piss myself laughing these days to see all these fuckwits silly enough to wear that nauseating high vis clothing – that flouro crap – as they go about their menial tasks out there in the street.
Some even seem to believe that their SLAVE UNIFORM lends them some small status;
the poor silly bastards.
The Poms called it ‘livery’ – as in something arranged to differentiate the beasts from their masters – a practice likely adopted from the Romans.
All of which is totally unimportant except for the fact that so many dullards have somehow been conned into dressing like complete loons in this day and age of alleged democracy.
Wake up and think it through you dolts.
It isn’t about safety at all.
It’s about making you all look like complete jokes and prize loons.
Trust me, you do; especially you lot of the foreman/overseer class with your cute, bright orange/ retroflective stripe, ensembles.
If you have a problem with that – consider how the three arseholes of the apocalypse want to dress the bikies during their stay in the concentration camps.
Work it through, you dills.
Monday, January 27, 2014
THEY SAY IT USED TO BE THE VIETNAMESE
Leastways back when we were young and immortal it was often proposed via the ‘media’ that elements of the expatriate Vietnamese community living in Australia were systematically annexing property in certain suburbs surrounding our capital cities.
In fact, driving people away from family homes through the use of intimidation escalating toward and ultimately resulting in violence.
Which is probably why the emigrant filth ejected from the southern states are using the same tactics against honest citizens here in boganvillia.
And since so many of our raffle winners are themselves rejects from the southern states – displaying the same perverse interest in manipulative property acquisition and total disregard for ethics and morality in their dubious undertakings – it is no bloody wonder that this once proud redneck state is fucked beyond recall.
In fact, driving people away from family homes through the use of intimidation escalating toward and ultimately resulting in violence.
Which is probably why the emigrant filth ejected from the southern states are using the same tactics against honest citizens here in boganvillia.
And since so many of our raffle winners are themselves rejects from the southern states – displaying the same perverse interest in manipulative property acquisition and total disregard for ethics and morality in their dubious undertakings – it is no bloody wonder that this once proud redneck state is fucked beyond recall.
Friday, January 24, 2014
THE THREE ARSEHOLES OF THE APOCALYPSE – OR THE NAUSEATINGLY, JOKE FILLED, ’NANNY STATE’
Was once queensland – was temporarily ‘newmania’ – is now known as ‘boganvillia’.
And they ride through our skies at night.
What; hey: who does?
Well, ‘the three arseholes of the apocalypse’ do.
Leastways, their pigs roam the streets, their aircraft patrol the highways – they tell us that their ‘drones’now zip about above any ‘incident of their interest’, say, like a damned good party.
In consequence, no silly innocent cunt is safe in our streets at night from the depredations of these raffle winners in temporary control of a police farce somehow become infinitely worse than joh’s corruptibles could ever have imagined becoming.
These wirebound arseholes (these goddamned ‘fundamentalists’ with their vlad, the impaler laws) seem to have forgotten that grinding a few million halfwits under their ‘panopticon’ might result in an adverse reaction to so much unwarranted ‘supervision’.
Put it this way –
Noddy newman has to retire sometime in the future.
As do the other arseholes of his apocalypse.
When they do and when they predictably retire offshore – there will be someone waiting and watching for them to access their ill gotten gains from their private, offshore bank accounts.
And when they try – they’ll be in the slam as quick as boiled asparagus too.
When will they ever learn to leave well enough alone?
And they ride through our skies at night.
What; hey: who does?
Well, ‘the three arseholes of the apocalypse’ do.
Leastways, their pigs roam the streets, their aircraft patrol the highways – they tell us that their ‘drones’now zip about above any ‘incident of their interest’, say, like a damned good party.
In consequence, no silly innocent cunt is safe in our streets at night from the depredations of these raffle winners in temporary control of a police farce somehow become infinitely worse than joh’s corruptibles could ever have imagined becoming.
These wirebound arseholes (these goddamned ‘fundamentalists’ with their vlad, the impaler laws) seem to have forgotten that grinding a few million halfwits under their ‘panopticon’ might result in an adverse reaction to so much unwarranted ‘supervision’.
Put it this way –
Noddy newman has to retire sometime in the future.
As do the other arseholes of his apocalypse.
When they do and when they predictably retire offshore – there will be someone waiting and watching for them to access their ill gotten gains from their private, offshore bank accounts.
And when they try – they’ll be in the slam as quick as boiled asparagus too.
When will they ever learn to leave well enough alone?
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
WHY PICK ON A MINORITY?
Hey newman!
I have this letter before me 3/5/2013 from your staffer, ‘Michael Prain’.
He advises us that you ‘understand’ that the death threats bellowed through our front windows are making us ‘very anxious’.
You can say that again, arsehole.
Especially when your police farce want to arrest me for being the recipient of those threats.
I mean, fuck me noddy, where is your head at f’r chrissakes.
I realise the cunt doesn’t ride a motorcycle – but that wasn’t mentioned in your vlad legislation either.
Now, while I do appreciate that the worm is a defrocked cop or something even worse – he’s still brewing meth, is completely off his trolley on some power trip of his own – and consequently needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later.
But for some reason that cunt and his pals seem to be exempt from the law.
I mean, in the immortal words of one of your raffle winning pals, noddy – fair suck of the sauce bottle –
If I were one of your fuckwit, redneck, pals – I’d expect you to have this manipulative, meth brewing, psycho over the road arrested months ago – ON THE BASIS OF YOUR OWN LEGISLATION.
But you won’t do that – ‘cos the cunt is of your sort.
He brews meth.
He struts around the neighbourhood like a prize turkey (apparently under the protection of your political police).
He’s more than obviously doing his best to annex and consolidate property around here to create a little ‘power patch’ of his own. (The old Vietnamese gambit)
He’s doing that in the electorate of your ‘police minister’.
And it has become bloody obvious that he’s exempt from law and his bullying bullshit is condoned by your police farce.
All that seems to align with what a horde of people have solidly stated in the public domain about your previous conduct in Brisbane council.
Best put it this way –
We’ve gone through official channels – but your pigs keep threatening us every time we complain.
I have letters here from your office, from the regional pork headquarters and from your CMC.
Yet the pig-dogs over the road and up the street (all opposite a state school) keep acting like Mafiosi loonies and your ‘police’ keep threatening us –
Keep threatening us for what – newman?
Keep threatening us for refusing to move away from our home and go live under some friggin’ bridge.
But you and your sort of excrement will keep up the pressure, won’t you, you arseholes.
Bikies out – politically correct meth brewers in.
Defrocked, psychopathic pigs and utter nutters from every corner of the extended families of the sicko-politosphere .
Yep. A brave new wirebound world.
What a fucking shame that, back in 1922, those slimy laborites who shagged our upper house didn’t write a clause requiring queensland politicians to be queensland born.
If they’d managed that – most of the prize fuckwits causing us all this grief would never have been elected.
Including the present fuhrer.
I have this letter before me 3/5/2013 from your staffer, ‘Michael Prain’.
He advises us that you ‘understand’ that the death threats bellowed through our front windows are making us ‘very anxious’.
You can say that again, arsehole.
Especially when your police farce want to arrest me for being the recipient of those threats.
I mean, fuck me noddy, where is your head at f’r chrissakes.
I realise the cunt doesn’t ride a motorcycle – but that wasn’t mentioned in your vlad legislation either.
Now, while I do appreciate that the worm is a defrocked cop or something even worse – he’s still brewing meth, is completely off his trolley on some power trip of his own – and consequently needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later.
But for some reason that cunt and his pals seem to be exempt from the law.
I mean, in the immortal words of one of your raffle winning pals, noddy – fair suck of the sauce bottle –
If I were one of your fuckwit, redneck, pals – I’d expect you to have this manipulative, meth brewing, psycho over the road arrested months ago – ON THE BASIS OF YOUR OWN LEGISLATION.
But you won’t do that – ‘cos the cunt is of your sort.
He brews meth.
He struts around the neighbourhood like a prize turkey (apparently under the protection of your political police).
He’s more than obviously doing his best to annex and consolidate property around here to create a little ‘power patch’ of his own. (The old Vietnamese gambit)
He’s doing that in the electorate of your ‘police minister’.
And it has become bloody obvious that he’s exempt from law and his bullying bullshit is condoned by your police farce.
All that seems to align with what a horde of people have solidly stated in the public domain about your previous conduct in Brisbane council.
Best put it this way –
We’ve gone through official channels – but your pigs keep threatening us every time we complain.
I have letters here from your office, from the regional pork headquarters and from your CMC.
Yet the pig-dogs over the road and up the street (all opposite a state school) keep acting like Mafiosi loonies and your ‘police’ keep threatening us –
Keep threatening us for what – newman?
Keep threatening us for refusing to move away from our home and go live under some friggin’ bridge.
But you and your sort of excrement will keep up the pressure, won’t you, you arseholes.
Bikies out – politically correct meth brewers in.
Defrocked, psychopathic pigs and utter nutters from every corner of the extended families of the sicko-politosphere .
Yep. A brave new wirebound world.
What a fucking shame that, back in 1922, those slimy laborites who shagged our upper house didn’t write a clause requiring queensland politicians to be queensland born.
If they’d managed that – most of the prize fuckwits causing us all this grief would never have been elected.
Including the present fuhrer.
THE MAFIA AND CAMPBELL NEWMAN
Consider the following -
http://ir.lawnet.fordham.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1108&context=jcfl
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/tontine
Keyword – TONTINE.
In other words a bunch of wirebound mafia style arseholes clubbing together with a few spare bucks.
They hate each other’s guts – but they hate everyone else more.
And the game they play among themselves is completely ruthless – unto death.
Implicit in ‘tontine’.
http://ir.lawnet.fordham.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1108&context=jcfl
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/tontine
Keyword – TONTINE.
In other words a bunch of wirebound mafia style arseholes clubbing together with a few spare bucks.
They hate each other’s guts – but they hate everyone else more.
And the game they play among themselves is completely ruthless – unto death.
Implicit in ‘tontine’.
THE RING
Apparently, these days in boganvillia, you can be locked up for wearing a ring on your little pinkie.
Their police farce have decided that a cheapjack item of jewellery inscribed with ‘1%’ condemns the wearer as an ‘outlaw bikie’.
I beg to differ.
Actually, that ‘1%’ ring is a rare award offered only to the top 1% of the ‘Society of Honest Accountants’.
Of course, noddy newman or any of his corrupt tontine never mix with honest people.
Which probably explains their error.
Their police farce have decided that a cheapjack item of jewellery inscribed with ‘1%’ condemns the wearer as an ‘outlaw bikie’.
I beg to differ.
Actually, that ‘1%’ ring is a rare award offered only to the top 1% of the ‘Society of Honest Accountants’.
Of course, noddy newman or any of his corrupt tontine never mix with honest people.
Which probably explains their error.
THESE WANKERS
Did I hear right?
According to our propaganda service the boganvillia police farce have actually charged a bloke for refusing to take off his ‘Harley Davidson™ leather jacket.
In other words, according to these fuckwits, he’s a criminal for wearing protective clothing provided by a reputable motorcycle manufacturer.
This is utter bullshit.
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POST SCRIPT –
Mea culpa –
Although I’m reasonably sure I heard a news report giving an account of the above – the only information I’m able to ‘google’ since then - is about some ‘outlaw bikies’ beating up on some bloke wearing a harley jacket.
Which proves what?
• Obviously that its risky wearing Harley Davidson™ jackets in boganvillia -
• that these ‘bikies’ evidently saw this wannabe in the harley jacket before the cops noticed him –
• and that, between one lot of ratbags and another, the whole world has gone to shit.
Whatever the situation – as my Grandma used to say – two ‘wrongs’ don’t make for a ‘right’.
Speaking of Grandmother – her husband, my Grandfather was a member of a secret society back when boganvillia was queensland.
Not only was he a member of a secret society but of an unlawful society.
Which is why he quit that society when he worked out what the arseholes, on a regular basis, were up to.
He gave ‘em the bum’s rush, did old WT.
But what society?
Stap me; those perfidious play templars, of course.
The bloody freemasons.
Thankfully, no amount of retroactive legislation can bother Pop much – since he’s been dead for more than half a century.
But nothing would surprise me lately.
It could well be that the three arseholes of the apocalypse (newman, Dempsey and that jarrod thing) might get dressed up in their bedsheets, dig the poor old bugger up and burn his bones.
Wouldn’t surprise me at all!
According to our propaganda service the boganvillia police farce have actually charged a bloke for refusing to take off his ‘Harley Davidson™ leather jacket.
In other words, according to these fuckwits, he’s a criminal for wearing protective clothing provided by a reputable motorcycle manufacturer.
This is utter bullshit.
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POST SCRIPT –
Mea culpa –
Although I’m reasonably sure I heard a news report giving an account of the above – the only information I’m able to ‘google’ since then - is about some ‘outlaw bikies’ beating up on some bloke wearing a harley jacket.
Which proves what?
• Obviously that its risky wearing Harley Davidson™ jackets in boganvillia -
• that these ‘bikies’ evidently saw this wannabe in the harley jacket before the cops noticed him –
• and that, between one lot of ratbags and another, the whole world has gone to shit.
Whatever the situation – as my Grandma used to say – two ‘wrongs’ don’t make for a ‘right’.
Speaking of Grandmother – her husband, my Grandfather was a member of a secret society back when boganvillia was queensland.
Not only was he a member of a secret society but of an unlawful society.
Which is why he quit that society when he worked out what the arseholes, on a regular basis, were up to.
He gave ‘em the bum’s rush, did old WT.
But what society?
Stap me; those perfidious play templars, of course.
The bloody freemasons.
Thankfully, no amount of retroactive legislation can bother Pop much – since he’s been dead for more than half a century.
But nothing would surprise me lately.
It could well be that the three arseholes of the apocalypse (newman, Dempsey and that jarrod thing) might get dressed up in their bedsheets, dig the poor old bugger up and burn his bones.
Wouldn’t surprise me at all!
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