‘YEP. IT HAS ALL BEEN SAID A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE’

That toolhead beattie latched on to the ‘queensland thing’.

Pretended yonks ago that Joh was somehow some sort of mentor of his.

(Crap - talk about getting old and crosswired . I meant that beattie pretended he was a young laborite with 'connections' and that Bjelke Petersen sort-of mentored his early career. Oh, yeah the bludger has expressed that view of his 'for the public record'.)

Nothing in queensland , after that, would surprise me

That turd being financed by joh’s lot  wouldn’t surprise me.

I can remember when he turned up to the electricity strikes with a brown paper bag with some flyblown sticks of celery sticking out the top.
Sustenance for the striking workers - he declaimed - the overweening creep!

Back then I was in my twenties – but I could see through that sham!

And now it continues in this 'unicameral' dictatorship.

Some dickwit in 1922 in some ‘ultra-vires’ fashion somehow managed to abolish queensland’s upper house (such as it was).

Since then, any mob of idiots winning the raffle get to pretend that they constitute a government.

Problem being that since 1922 – we have never had a lawfully constituted state parliament – except on the same basis of those rag-tag local councils that, similarly, happen not to exist in our federal constitution.

Work it out.

Queensland does not legally or constitutionally exist - except if you want to believe the unlawful faux constitution shoved through an unlawful non-parliament by beattie some years ago.

Queensland, after that fiasco is nothing more than an entity on the American stock exchange.

All that is unfortunately a matter of fact.

Ask 'can-do'.

Ask for a report about that.

Get off your useless butts and demand the truth about that.

Jeesus – even madam bligh (knowing she was to be massacred at the next raffle) was honest (HAH) enough to say to my face – that “the matter was being dealt with’ – at the last country cabinet meeting in Bundaberg.

“Drug mining problem”

Det Supt Holahan seems to suggest that the mining industry has a problem.

Leastways miners with a high disposable income might.

A hint of that is presented here –

http://www.abc.net.au/rural/news/content/201303/s3715185.htm

http://www.miningaustralia.com.au/news/meth-use-on-the-rise-in-mining-camps

It appears that according to the ABC and the industry  that the synthetic drugs being sold to these miners is an escalating problem which, according to the authorities, tends to defeat drug tests.

Perhaps that is why my Lady Wife presented a few months back with only 25% kidney function which tests over some months  by ‘qld health’ could not provide any cause.

I’m confident that I can provide the cause.

The cause I’ve been mentioning on these pages is the industrial scale drug synthesis operation in our neighbourhood.

The cause of her illness relates to the fact that we are being poisoned on a daily basis by a stream of poison blowing on the breeze into our home from somewhere nearby.

It wouldn’t take much of a brain to work out which way the prevailing wind blows – but for some strange reason there is not much ‘whole of government’ interaction here in this corrupt little ‘Godzowncuntry’.

So, I suppose that I’ll just have to settle down and watch that beautiful little lady I first met when we were both sixteen – I suppose that I’ll just have to watch her sicken -----

But fuck that hell and crooked.

Let’s look at those who, for whatever reason, support these arseholes.

I have this lovely letter here from the premier of queensland about “police condoning and protecting a shop – that certain police have been intimidating us”.

Naturally, it hands everything back on the CMC.

Now why in hell did I contact the office of premier ‘cando newman’???????

‘Cos those reprobates in the cmc sent me a letter back in mid January or so.

That letter pretended to address this crapola –

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0Bx07SOziVuLgbmg2WXFCWi1hY0U/edit?usp=sharing

Which was presented to the cmc along with an official complaint about ‘police condoning and protecting’ the drug crazed loon over the road uttering, what would in any reasonable person’s estimation be considered to be, a death threat.

The cmc pretended that the police ethics command would contact us.

We keep holding our breath about that one.

Meanwhile the tome from cando’s office tells us to report our concerns about the local meth lab to the same lot who threaten us whenever we complain about it.

Duh! Haven’t we been down the chain of command already?

Then ‘cando’s letter tells us to report our poisoning and our concerns about the faction in police to ‘crimestoppers’.

Gods save us. We’d become convinced that bligh’s lot was corrupt beyond recall.

At least her pathetic turnout just ignored any form of representation.

This is about prime organised crime of the worst sort.

By the way. As I write this garbage I often reflect on those of my ancestors on both sides of my family – and of those of my wife’s family.

Quite some many of them listed there on the rolls and honour boards until that beattie jerk extinguished their names with his regionalization of the constitutionally non-existant local government.

While I write this stuff I often wonder whether they would have been as corrupt as the mob of compromised bludgers these days.

And I come to the conclusion that none of them would ever have had the chance.

Too many watching them and too many directly involved in governance and working together toward a future for their families.

Maybe I might get around to scanning those letters from cando and the cmc sometime?

But what would that matter?

None of you  thousands of bludgers who read these pages have the  balls to send your cards and letters in.

It is just before 9.00pm, Friday evening.

All the windows are shut out the front but the smell of ozone is coming through the window beside my work station.

Ozone?

Yep.

Ozone.

About two hours ago it was greasy smoke – like from a rather nasty chemical garbage fire.

Yesterday it was like a nauseating mixture of paint thinners diesel and vomit.

About half an hour ago I watched about seven or so people leave in three vehicles from what passes for the ‘greasy joe’ across the road.

Customers?
No. Hadn't been all too many.
No. It was the 'staff' finally  leaving the joint.
I cannot tell you how big the 'food preparation area' is over there lately - 'cos for some reason they are extremely twitchy about anyone checking that out.
By my estimation they, on an average day, have more 'staff ' leaving than they've had customers on most days. 
There is not enough room to fit so many into such a small kitchen, even in the biggest tourist trap in the world.
They’ve had less customers today than one previous owner could deal with all on his lonesome.

Besides which, in his day we weren’t sick in the vitals every day with the series of disgusting stenches blowing on the breeze.

Nor, in the past, did we have people knocking on our door demanding that we let them know how to contact them over there – so that they might ‘score’ some drug from them.

Nor did we see the proprietor of the joint (accidentally seem to) roll a bloke, in the dark, just down the street.

There is what meets the eye when we look out the front windows of our home.
Any reasonable person would begin to suspect that the place is either caught up with new age stuff that takes five bods to cook a slab of fish - or something else is happening.

So why might I be smelling ozone along with those other meth brewing smells?

http://www.disastersolutions.com.au/Meth_Clandestine_Drug_Lab_Clean_Up.html

http://www.o3ozone.com/q&a_informed/ozone_references.htm

Maybe those sites might explain why we have to put up with the extra detriment of being poisoned with ozone as well as the effluent from the meth lab.

It would seem that it has become well known, especially amongst law enforcement agencies that ozone generators can kill bad smells including the sort of exhaust from drug labs.

Is ozone toxic?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozone#Physiology

http://www.djclarke.co.uk/file09.html

http://environment.about.com/od/ozonedepletion/a/whatisozone.htm

Yep. In spades

Which is probably why the shiteheel causing us this grief said what he said just here –

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0Bx07SOziVuLgbmg2WXFCWi1hY0U/edit?usp=sharing

All of which has us completely stuffed as to how his sort of mindwarped halfwit can operate his sort of network immediately opposite a state school without being picked up by the polizei.

Flowing into the previous few articles here – the situation is ultra-plus-remarkable.

That Faulkner fellow goes a row for defending his right and property.

Meanwhile we are literally dying by degrees while being poisoned by the industrial grade meth lab across the road – or up the street – or wherever it is – yet they have the full support of at least some faction in the local police farce.

Doesn’t make sense at all – unless the fact is of total collapse of the civil society.

I have been a member of an outfit called CPNQ – “Corruption Prevention Network, Queensland” since about Easter, 2007.

http://www.cpnq.org/content/standard.asp?name=CodeConduct

Joined up with these bludgers in good faith.

It is impossible to embarrass them by speaking the truth about ‘em whether here or directly to ‘em.

So long as they get to go home behind the barriers of their ‘gated communities’ the rest of us peasants can go hang.

And I believe that I’ve risked enough for the mo.

THE LAST . RE- MR. FAULKNER and ridiculous pretense of the application of justice in the queensland corporation™ –

Somewhere way down below in this stupid blog is a record of the matter of a queensland magistrate ordering that the lady victim of theft – pay the thief for repairs he had claimed to undertake (once he’d stolen it and taken it home) to the water tank he had stolen from her.

Now what sort of joke is that?

What sort of reverse logic was that?

And is the same nonsense to be applied to a bloke defending his and his neighbour’s patch?

Do we really need magistrates and ‘officers of the court’ who are completely immune from censure and punishment?

‘Cos that’s what we have in queensland.

There is a precept that ‘no one is immune from the law’.

Except in queensland – or any other of a multitude of similar police states dotted about the world.

The big difference is that in many of those other police states the local satrap would probably have enough brains to work out that Mr. Faulkner was doing him a favour and saving him resources by dealing with those looters and sending them on their way.

But not in queensland. Here the rule of any sort of law is open to such crosswired interpretation that anyone in the official loop can cause unending distress to anyone they want to stuff about.

Meanwhile the methamphetamine lab over the road keeps on cooking to support all those itinerant workers in the now collapsing mining industry.

Lord Bingham of Cornhill postulated eight sub-rules of the rule of law.

It should be noted that Bingham takes a strongly substantive view on the rule of law, and that these sub-rules would be subject to fierce criticism by journalists.

• the law must be accessible and so far as possible intelligible, clear and predictable
• questions of legal right and liability should ordinarily be resolved by application of the law and not the exercise of discretion
• the laws of the land should apply equally to all, save to the extent that objective differences justify differentiation
• the law must afford adequate protection of fundamental human rights
• means must be provided for resolving, without prohibitive cost or inordinate delay, bona fide civil disputes which the parties themselves are unable to resolve
• ministers and public officers at all levels must exercise the powers conferred on them reasonably, in good faith, for the purpose for which the powers were conferred and without exceeding the limits of such powers
• adjudicative procedures provided by the state should be fair
• the state must comply with its obligations in international law, the law which, whether deriving from treaty or international custom and practice, governs the conduct of nations.

With regard to the matter of Mr. Ian Faulkner and his utter disregard for the rights of looters attacking his property.

We’ve had a few floods here lately.

In fact we’ve had several floods over the last couple of years.

It could be said that the place is so close to extinction that another incident will finish the entire region.

Another thing happening here these last few years has been a fair old inrush of extra bods from down south.

The ‘authorities’ say in their private papers that most of them are what we call ‘oxygen thieves’ and bludgers.

Otherwise they call it demographics change.

So when the floods happened here yet again a few months ago – some of these decided to hit North Bundaberg while most of the occupants of homes there had been evacuated.

They typically call these bludgers – ‘looters’ – and anywhere else on the face of this planet any householder being confronted by their sort have open license to deal appropriately with their sort.

It may be that a householder who was of a particular mindset would deal with looters attacking his property and that of his neighbour in the obvious way.

It may be that he decided to arm himself appropriately and deal with these looters by letting them know that he would not back away from defending that property.

Any reasonable person would realise that a person, unarmed and alone, might well end up severely maimed or, these days, severely dead.

Such assault would be likely to occur whether the defender confronted the looters or was himself confronted by the looters after they had broken into his home.

Meanwhile, to his detriment, Mr. Faulkner had contacted the local constabulary.

Which mob of useless, compromised cretins busted him for doing no more than his civic duty of supporting the rule of law in a community completely destroyed by overwhelming natural disaster.

Nope. The looters aren’t in court.

He is.

To put this into perspective – all the time his part of the world was under water continuous flights of helicopters were combing the flooded areas with searchlights and surveillance equipment.

The Army was here as well as all sorts of opportunists driving/thrashing about town with magnetic signs announcing crap like ‘Flood recovery’ stuck to the doors of their tiddly white 4WDs.

Meanwhile this silly bloke in north Bundaberg stepped out of his home and told some species of dreck to ‘just go away’ from his and his neighbour’s patch.

So why precisely is this bloke up on a fizzer – in court?

I mean, give us a break.

Are the polis going to front in court with some looters as star witnesses?

Have we reached the stage when that sort get to carry out their parasitical activity and be supported by the gendarmes?

Something like – “Honest guv, I was just lifting up his TeeVee when he came into his own living room and told me to piss off – and he made me feel ‘threatened’.”

Gods save us!

This bullshit has to stop.

“INTERESTING, ISN’T IT? - rewritten”

Difficult to corner some evidence when those organisations established to support property and the civil estate go; haywire, go completely off the rails.

Especially bad when they are an ill-trained, unethical  cross-purposed, armed, paramilitary force.

What beater petey called ‘demographics change’ has turned into utter fright in regional queensland.

Yet somehow during his time in office the paramilitary force he borrowed from the tag end of the bjelke Petersen regime, (from that dictator from the other side of politics he so often claimed was as good as dammit his mentor) then imperfectly manipulated toward his own purpose has lately become an instrument of dread in the minds of many Queensland citizens.

But of course they’d deny that out of hand. Of course they would.

Then who in their right mind would argue with a couple of thugs, eh?

Them with a 10mmGlock on one hip and a tazer on the other.

Such overkill tends to produce this sort of situation –

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGV4DlQoDCg
Note , both are wearing the ‘Batman Belt’ with Glock and Tazer right there ‘in station’.

Must be bloody uncomfortable for them to sit down to the paperwork, or their lunch.
Perhaps it is in daily orders that they have to remain armed while on duty?

Perhaps the cumulative effect of all this discomfort as well as the stress of having to go about armed all day causes them to have such callous disregard for a person in distress seeking their assistance?

Perhaps that is why the woman officer on the right (in the video above) attending our home the day after we had received death threats (and contacted police that night) from the drug crazed loonie across the road from us – perhaps that is why she refused to listen or to watch the record of those threats?

Here is the audio -

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0Bx07SOziVuLgbmg2WXFCWi1hY0U/edit?usp=sharing

“I’m the c—t who’s going to end your world” – ‘Gavin’ said that night – as is evidenced by that record.

At least he was right in that one respect – his own , chosen, pejorative term – his self description .

Take a deep breath, then continue –

What is it about modern queensland that offers this ‘businessman’ the right to move in to a community and act in this way?

What gives him the right to stagger (‘cos that was what he was doing) past the front of our home and begin bellowing at my son, at one side of our home, through his window?

Precisely what was this turkey bellowing in the deep of night before I found a recording device, arced it up and caught his misbehaviour on the other side of our house?

Oh, have no doubt.

The lad phoned the wallopers.

They did turn up – finally. Then left in about thirty seconds.

Then next day two others of the bold gendarmerie turned up here accusing us of causing the nuisance.

One of those looked remarkably like the one on the right in this clip –

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGV4DlQoDCg

Somehow and for some reason known only unto themselves the local peacekeeping corps seem hellbent on condoning death-threats while ignoring the activities of those uttering these threats.

What a complete watered down load of bullshit I’ve written above!

Tell you what –
A bunch of chemically challenged berks moves into and takes over your little corner of the world – begins immediately acting as if they own the place and you will probably be as slow on the uptake as we were.

It does take a while to work it out -
 ‘cos for so many years we’ve seen losers take over the chew and spew across the road, then go bankrupt in short order.
These bludgers seem to keep operating at about a third of the custom that sent everyone else broke.
Meanwhile we have to puke with the garbage smoke, the diesel/thinners/vomit smell and so on

I’m neither Sherlock Holmes, nor Maigret – nor do I have any intention to lurk about sorting out what is happening here, in this locality, directly opposite a state school.
But if anyone out there gives a stuff  - the latest of my calls to ‘crimestoppers™’ about this was lodged as ‘item# CGB-849’ – THE LATEST OF DOZENS.

Anyway, as I write this, the stinking garbage smoke smell has been going on for some while. That was followed by the diesel/paint thinners/vomit smell – followed by ammonia and rank piss.

Interesting, isn’t it? 

"The rule of law."

Mr. Bruce Haigh,

Regarding your  -

http://www.brucehaigh.com.au/sallies.htm

Does boil down to the rule of law, doesn’t it?

Let’s winnow that out.

Firstly, we have no charter of rights – no GUARANTEES whatsoever.

We do have the Common Law – an adversarial bastardry GUARANTEEING the bludger with all the money wins every time.

Most Australians haven’t a clue that this means that anyone wanting to take a case to law must usually cough up more money than they could ever afford.

Useful situation, that.

And what a complete, over the top, jerkscrew operation of a  fucking joke that whole show is.

Putting it simply, there is absolutely no way in this world a decent, honest man can ever find justice in this cuntry.

No way whatsoever!

Unless there is money in it for some form of parasite looking for a main chance – which parasite will latch onto a situation of its choosing and milk that situation until it is dry.

Which brings us back to these organisations that have come out of heaven and alighted upon those areas, once of government/governance, which have these last decades been farmed out to all to many of those who pretend to be either the ‘movers and shakers’ or the ‘do-gooders’ in society.

Nothing really like that of any use whatsoever to the paisans out there – is there.

Most aussies would want to believe (would want to CLING to some belief) that the charities and NGOs they’d heard about when they were youngsters would still be saving lives and souls out there in the streets.

But they’d be wrong – as they so often usually are.

Put it this way.

Can you trust a man who chokes on a cucumber salad?

Many years ago when I was young and immortal (and about ten years old) I had to sit down to lunch with a relative, apparently a brigadier (or something) in the salvos.

Nope. He couldn’t handle such a lunch.

He gagged on lunch.

He couldn’t handle a mid-summer, (light and spicy, vegetarian) Anglican lunch.

But he went away grimacing and came back smiling and for a while I was convinced that a bloke who went out in public wearing this silly uniform was an okay dude.

Stand back from that for a few seconds.

Do people who dress up in bandmaster’s drag account for anything in the modern world?

The truth of it was that he was also something up there in the Scottish Order of rock chippers.

His main problem maybe was that he, despite looking like some glorified species of parking attendant couldn’t accept a meal prepared by this Anglican bimbo, his relative, my mum.

Meanwhile – what were these turkeys doing out there in society for all those years rattling about in pubs, houses of ill repute and the like?

I’m almost 60 now.

Back then they lurked about in pubs and dosshouses, with tambourines, collecting money.

What the hell are they up to these days pretending to be doing good work in even worse situations throughout our society?

Consider –

The salvo captain asks his Lady wife after she’s been rattling her tambourine about in the local pub – “What say lady wife for a bit of a bonk?”

In reply she say’s “Oh sorry, Mon Cher, I’ve been trying to collect money down at the Tatts – but in the meantime I was taken out the back and shagged by half a dozen brickie’s labourers..

All in the call of duty, you understand, but there it is.”

Does any of this make any sense?

Well, ask any asylum seeker whether life makes any sense to him.

Ask him (if you could gain his confidence enough) whether similar stuff isn’t happening to him and his loved ones?

Get out there you bludgers and ask.

‘Cos if you don’t, very shortly this outrageous sort of stuff will be happening here to your family whether you like it or not.