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Incident in Beaudesert.

March 17, 2017

A couple of weeks ago in the pre-rush a.m, I had occasion to be downtown in Greater Beaudesert where the proverbial cannon could be fired without hurting a soul. The early opening newsagency beckoned and with only one car out front, there was easy parking.

The mirror showed three cyclists in the ‘right turn only’ lane as I prepared to alight. The lead cyclist made a sharp swoop towards me as I stepped out. “The door, the door, the door,” the rider, with emblazoned club shirt screamed,” as he returned to the right turn lane and turned into Bromelton Road.

Evidently the classic do-gooder, do as I say, looking to fault anyone handy, reprimanding we presumed thoughtless drivers. This items’ forefathers would have prided themselves and felt justified when their kangaroo courts arbitrarily stretched the necks of innocents whose profile differed from theirs.

Retailer Pharmacists. As Ill-principled as the Medical Industry.

March 16, 2017

I presented early at Soul Pattinson, Beaudesert, first thing in fact, as the polite junior girl took the first of many mobile display units jamming the aisles to their places outside the shop.

“Can I help you,” proffered the senior shop assistant, as I neared the counter clutching my only reason for visiting such an establishment, a script needing filling.

“It’s the last repeat,” stressing the point, getting the jack of being told what I’m well aware of.

I sat down.

“Have you been here before,” she demanded, “I have that,” was my honest reply, surprised at the question, considering a few weeks before she had needlessly apologized for the short, normal wait.

“I’m not so important as to expect instant attention,” I had told her.

“Oh, but you are very important to us,” came the palavered reply

Minutes later the product had been taken from the shelf, re-stamped with my details, placed in a small tray and passed to the senior woman.

“That was the last repeat,” she echoed my words of a few minutes earlier.

“Am I so retarded that I’ve forgotten what I told you”?

“I’ve got to tell you that,” the comeback.

The previous visit I had had an amiable conversation with one of the proprietors about chemists’ penchant for claiming scripts as their property by wrapping them in their branded advertising and stapling together.

About that time, in the few metres between Woolworths and their shop, I had lost a gold ring and despite the futility of recovering such an item, had returned to the shop with my predicament. In other words, intelligent people would have remembered my presence.

Cash grabbing chemists look upon oldies as an assured and constant money source and like the rest of society, would prefer dealing with contrite, obedient non-thinking slabs of old meat.

Queensland Labor prefers dumbned-down followers who can’t think.

February 5, 2017

Qld Labor can’t think.

Buchholz gives “initial” $M3.5 to exclusive school.

Qld Labor;Liberal Lapdogs.

Australians can’t think…dumbed-down.

 

In the years preceding the 2007 Federal Labor walkover, Brett Raguse stood for anything that enhanced public awareness of his entity. At that time I was querying Qld Labor’s apparent disinterest in it’s own fate and wondered if a PR machine existed to defend the Party.

Labor had an information tent on market days at Beaudesert’s Dick Westerman Park, and I began chatting with its resident luminaries. The elected Ruguse was consolidating his image when I put to him the aggravating nature of a Viet vet, a dangerous psycho named Garvey who had been homeless forty years, now a neighbouring tenant whose “in your face” cigarette habit was playing havoc with my respiratory system.

A few days later, Raguse made headlines with the politicians favourite standby of defending Viet Vets who, “fought and gave their lives for our democracy,” denouncing those so intolerant as to find fault in trivial matters. To reinforce his defence of returned junkie Vets, he would join servicemen’s unions to better fight THEIR fight.

The under quote comes from an old piece I did at that time on how touchy can Labor be simply because of the limits of their own vision. And my question to the tent follower, Jason Whitlock that so convulsed him went like: “Every day The Courier Mail has at least four anti-Labor stories that are left to run their course and germinate, but are never denied or questioned. Why not”?

Keeping in mind that anti-Liberal sentiment lasted only one term and Liberal Bert van Manen regained for the Libs. The measure of the man is shown by Raguse’s career choice. You need to be morally bankrupt and essentially a con-man/people-hater to be in real estate, a choice that is greed driven and tailor-made for the Liberal mindset.

“Now while I had become acquainted with this lot by mutual, initially Labor-favoured  small talk well before Raguse made his seat runs, my comment so startled the boy Jason Whitlock, a minor apparatchik, that he produced an apparently ever-ready camera and asked me to pose with his lady-friend for a “matey shot.”

I did so without qualm, having  nothing to fear or hide, but the Labor Party had uncovered a dissident, and I was about to get a taste of their infamous mind games. Once an avid Labor voter, I seek now to support the candidate most likely to damage Queensland Labor Thugs.”

Queensland Labor like followers with an 80 IQ baseline.

February 5, 2017

This became, “Queensland Labor prefer dumbned-down followers who can’t think.”

An oldie scares the devil out of Beaudesert woman.

January 27, 2017

 

Was using Coles self checkout recently at a busy time when a clean-cut, middle-aged woman, of apparently normal mien was hesitant about squeezing her way to the only vacant machine, the other side of me. Took a few seconds off processing my stuff and rearranged my trolley allowing her access.

She looked at me in absolute horror and backed off,” I’m so terribly sorry,” she stammered.

“Why should you be sorry”? I asked. I hadn’t been abrupt or yanked the trolley in anger.

She repeated her apology. Quasimodo reputedly had a kind and gentle nature yet invariably got a bad press.

Transaction complete, went on my way, wondering if the woman hadn’t had a prescience flash.

It’s Australia’s “Bollock’s Day.” Cause a road crash and win praise. (But only if you’re in your twenties)

January 26, 2017

 

Under this is a cutout of a road death story taken from Beaudesert Times of August 3, last. Points of interest or contention are circled and come from the biased mind of a junior bush journalist, possibly in a tizz defending his alma mater, Beaudesert High School.

"Horror Crash" 3/08/2016 Points Stressed.

The dead driver was on his way to suburban Bromelton where he was paid per load to deliver road metals. An inattentive 23 yo male in a black car, the least road-safe color, was  evidently otherwise occupied when his car “crossed to the wrong side of the road” and caused a head-on collision.

It was pure luck the innocent driver survived, but the inconvenience he suffered would have been intolerable. No sympathy was afforded this man in the Beaudesert Times story but is it not historic that the ” lovable larrikn” is an Australian thug whose romantic image mustn’t be tarnished.

At age 23, the killer driver would have been at least five years out of high school and in reality, well and truly out of the school system. The Administrators would have had to search old records to get a fix on this dead, self-important drongo, simply to appease the low esteem of professional mourners.

H.S. Principal’s ill-considered, immature comments were moulded to console the cretin in his midst, “.. still very raw, etc. ” If this verbal nonsense was genuine, from the heart out-pourings, it is a poor reflection on our society and helps to explain the ‘nanny-state’ conditioning of minds of all ages and must have a good deal of bearing on why a complacent community allows present Australian government stasi agents, smell and inspect their bed-sheets for skid marks.

I take particular offence to the story’s end-note where an immature, unformed writer confused “victim” with “perpetrator.” A kind fate consigned this nasty bit of work to Hades before he had the chance to maim and kill and inflict sorrow and despair.

 

Toxic industry and backyard burning. It’s what happens in @LiberalAus Beaudesert.

January 9, 2017

One block from Beaudesert CBD.

One block from Beaudesert CBD.

Irresponsible Beaudesert neighbours. Hallmarks of a typical @LiberalAus

Irresponsible Beaudesert neighbours. Hallmarks of a typical @LiberalAus

Truck washing;engine cleaning, view from back door.

Smouldering fire; toxic chemicals.

Five Level Camp Cupboard, My Discovery Of Year: Specialised Power Equipment.

January 4, 2017

Camping has moved on quite a bit since partner and self made do with the protection from the elements that a tarp offered to those dossing down in the back of the ute.

Camping in Ute, winter.

A few months ago, a catalogue issued by Specialised Power Equipment of 140 Brisbane Street, opposite Toyoto, featured among many other products, a five shelf collapsible camp cupboard, price $65 while on sale, then $90.

5 Shelf camp cupboard.

Five Shelf camp cupboard.

At 140 cm or 55 inches, it’s quite ample for my simple needs, in this case, to store linen, my days of expensive furnishings well and truly in the past. The luckless Beaudesert renter who has no option but to rent an unscreened residence would find this product great for its purpose of protecting their foodstuffs and crockery/cutlery from fly and cockroach contamination.

Camp Cupboards (Catalogue)

Camp Cupboards (Catalogue)

Specialised Power would no doubt, carry mosquito nets, an item that should be history in the modern home but unscrupulous owners are allowed by the Queensland Labor Government to rent out unprotected premises to families. The product pictured under was obtained elsewhere for about $30.

Circular Style Mosquito Net.

Circular Style Mosquito Net.

Coles Beaudesert self checkout is an escape from Woolworth’s beggars.

November 4, 2016

“Enter The Big Pumpkin.”

Although shopping is more expensive at Coles, I’ll use them before Beaudesert Woolworths simply to dodge the front of shop professional beggars and being implored by Woolworths checkout staff to make another donation on exit.
If a ‘best thing about’ tag could be applied to shopping at Beaudesert Coles, it would have to be their self-checkout where, by definition, Woolworths checkout staff are unable to pester customers on exit to “make a $2 donation”.
To enter Woolworths via one of their two entrances, the shopper must run a gauntlet of beggars, usually gentle and pleasant do-gooders, but with the noticeable exception of an aged, unkempt loudmouth item of filth who persists with rude personal comments long after one has passed. Named Keith, “I am known as Father Christmas and everyone loves me.” he replied when I asked him to stop heckling me. “Beaudesert’s Malevolent Thug..”
The next best thing about using Coles is related to the ‘best thing’ in that no collectors of any persuasion are permitted to set up shop to harass clients. Nearest they had, a couple of months ago, in the car park, was a team of bimbos who would spray a section of your motor vehicle and buff if pretty while very nearly doing a lap dance to induce a sale of their product.
After twenty or so minutes, I managed to persuade the one working on me that such tactics are amusing but wasted on this tightwad old prick, did she piss off having found an urgent task to attend.

Coles: BT, Sept 28, 2016

Coles: BT, Sept 28, 2016

Coles, overtaken with altruism and a desire to be seen as generous benefactors and to distance themselves from the insidious effect of their poker machines, got involved with this facade of bullshit care as depicted in the Beaudesert Times story. Designed entirely for publicity purposes, thinly veiled, good enough to deceive the yokels while Coles/Woolworths poker machines strip millions of dollars from the low paid gullible.

Brisbane bus driver accused of making racist remarks towards passenger…But is it ok to demean a monkey?

July 28, 2016

Woman with babe in arms boards bus, has altercation with driver, storms down isle, slumps into seat besides passenger and sobs,”That driver, I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life.” “Get right back to that bloke,” advised the man, “and lay into him, and if it helps, I’ll hold the monkey for you.”


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