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Manipulators, Bullies And Queensland Housing.

September 24, 2011

Dear Julian Assuage,

I was indifferent to gay rights and still regard gay marriage as an inexpedient nonsense. There are legalities available to solidify or publicise relationships or to finger an authority no longer a threat to their choice. Revive the practice of issuing banns perhaps? Had same-sex relations continued to be outlawed a la the olden days you, my dear Julian would have been charged with man sex or any charge by which Sweden would amuse the USA. Its all about appeasing the emotional money master.

You are confronted by the long odds these stasi operatives need to succeed in their on-going quest against fair play and justice for the individual, but you’ll emerge triumphant and the absolute joy will sustain you to the last day. I do hope the euphoria that must equal the childlike satisfaction of a new Christmas bicycle restores your hair color. Post Christmas, I’d like you to do a Wiki-job on a band of artless crooks who, without the umbrella of the Woodridge division of the Queensland Housing Department would despair for mummy and daddy in a Wacol goal.

At least Jules, you had access to tangible readable documents. Crooked Queensland Housing employees who have arcane reservations make threats by telephone, and when I closed that avenue the uneducated and ignorant Kymberley sent a boy Terry, to quote tenancy provisions, which I’m sure don’t include the stipulation that I must accept calls from a boofy Housing serial phone pest or that a recent obstreperous, trouble-making arrival shouldn’t be asked to tone down her very audible mobile phone calls.

Major characters in the 1949 novel. 1984.

Winston Smith – The novel’s protagonist
Julia – Winston’s lover
Big Brother – The dictator of Oceania in the year 1984
O’Brien – A government agent who deceives Winston and Julia into believing that he is a member of the resistance.
Emmanuel Goldstein – A former top member and now opposer of the ruling Party

Qbuild costings are reportedly six times that of legitimate or comparative, unprotected businesses. In retirement, we older practiced eyes know what waste is and the signs of lurks stand out like dog’s nuts. Verandas in this Government flat precinct at 220-226 Brisbane Street, Beaudesert were unnecessarily repainted eleven months after the previous job and the workman was supplied with the paint and paid $4,000.

Workplace safety regulations and bullshit and bullshit is employed to reinforce personal vendettas. Non-toxic paint should be used on Government Housing, but a rash of tenant departures meant many retouches and it is agreed by all tenants that full strength, toxic and cheaper variety was the paint of choice on the last job with the floor being varnished, a most rare and unusual event; the insides of the food cupboard and the wardrobe also painted. It just doesn’t stack up and happens when inherently diseased minds of minions urge an incompetent senior to do their bidding.

The pivotal word in a bully story is manipulation. Under-estimate the venom these stand-over merchants have for dissenters and the retribution to those who won’t acquiesce to private deals between megalomaniacal public housing tenants and corrupt Qld. Housing staff, and you’re a dead man. When these operatives are Qld. P.S. staff who realize a targeted tenant has independent thought, he/she is then officially acknowledged as a trouble-maker and will be hounded out of the place of abode by spurious claims to justify eviction threats.

Our ever-loving and caring Premier I’m sure, has no idea that oldies with respiratory woes are invited by indifferent Housing staff to “just get out” if they plead to be placed away from a recycled cigarette smoke environment. This callous attitude is at variance to her publicly declared views on the detrimental health result of inhaling used smoke.

Last year, Beaudesert public housing tenants were advised of a tenants meeting by hand delivered pamphlets. Big surprise! My letter-box didn’t feel the warm fuzzy thump of this friendly advice. I was persona non grata and my presence not preferred. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Why not notification via official stationary, I asked of a Housing person? It was organized by the union on short notice, she replied. End of story. My advice of its advent came per a friendly phone call.

I attended this sham window-dressing nonsense and asked of the “union representative” my chances of installing cctv, the presence of which would have immediately absolved me of an incident had one been in use. This supposed tenant’s representative was aghast at the suggestion. I then put to her why certain buildings couldn’t be made cigarette-smoke free. Her response again, was in the negative claiming smokers would feel offended and excluded. Her role, she told the audience, using a straight face, was to keep tenants in touch with the happenings of the world and how we might save on electricity usage.

A month or so later, an electricity salesman in opposition to Origin was banging on housing commission doors imploring our business. One could not make a connection between his visit and the union lady’s statement, could one?

When I find Jean’s surname, I’ll drop it in. She is just another government knucklehead, her fascist LANARTA job, a ruse to mop-up anti-Labor dissidents. What’s a charlatan, again? I went to the web and discovered her union, LANARTA INC. was nothing more than another apologist front, another section of the Department of the Homeless, as Housing is now known. A calculated psychological addition to its title to remind intransigents of their ultimate fate in a fascist Queensland.

Tenants who dob-in their fellows are, by definition, active fifth columnists with elevated status and those residents without a connection to a clique are not only out of the loop, but are the target of bully groups strangers to independent thought. Good Queenslanders are perceived as knuckle-heads who easily fall prey to bait such as bridge runs and wasteful firework shows. Government elites also believe the worker should be impressed with a nonsensical $2 power bill save, while some of the less restrained shove twenties into poker machines like the drunks they might well be. However, even the mugs tire of Queensland Labors smelly, shallow allurements, even those whose cultural pursuits stop at bridge runs and pie-eating contests.

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