Monday, 15 December 2014


Tuesday, 14 January 2014

The VLAD Offensive

The fundamental attack on your basic human rights and absolute destruction of democratic law by the Newman government in Queensland with the complicity of the Queensland Police Service, judges, and media, serves as a warning to you that your vision of a democratic and free society is an absolute illusion.

The offensive condescension by the complicit media in the continual usage of the term "bikie law" is a slap in the face of anyone with half a brain. At no point in the VLAD legislation are you and I clearly separated from "outlaw gangs" and at no point does it state that you and I are free from being targeted if and any point we decide to stand up and be counted with our hand in the air screaming injustice.

The violation of rights of these Queensland constituents before and during incarceration is tantamount to crimes against humanity.

I have never been so offended, sickened, dismayed, angry, and sad, at the actions of a so called democratic government as I am with this travesty of a government and law.

Shame, to those involved. What an offensive legacy.

Monday, 21 October 2013

Some honesty with myself.

I'm basically a professional offsider, and I have a run that's mine. I get various drivers. I wrote this a month or so back, and put it on Facebook. It really was just for me and I guess a way to tell people close to me what was going on with me at the time. Things have changed for the better since then, apart from anxiety I get occasionally. And that's really just a result of who I might be with. I don't go well with some drivers of my truck.

I'm reprinting what I wrote here because I got a great response from random people on FB. Even from some top ranking people in public service who deal with real horror. And have for a long time.

We had an accident at work a few weeks back. A guy on a motorbike made a really bad decision and was devastatingly hurt under the truck. He is apparently okay, but weirdly, it has stuck with me.
My logic says he's fine apart from a long road of healing but for some reason it has stuck with like a big splinter festering away. It's odd, my logic and reason has perspective and wants to file it away as finished and dealt with. But for some reason the mind doesn't accept this and it manifests in anxiety and sleeplessness. I'm like a cricket in the truck. It's frustrating.
The incident was horrible and the sounds were something I hadn't heard before. It stuck like watching something die. He was broken, skinned to the muscle and bone, his bowels released, and there was nothing anyone could do to help. It's over and that moment passed. But it's like an emotional echo.
So this is another step in exorcising that demon in an attempt to slot reason, logic, and mind into one harmonious thing. Hope this helps....
And I hope it helps someone else.