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Post by Struth on Dec 26, 2020 8:29:10 GMT 8
Now we reach the End of the terrible year 2020 I look back on the decisions I have made and the effects they have had , good and bad, for my family and myself.
We are now in a situation where the government is making those decisions for us, in nearly every facet of our lives. no exaggeration required.
But I am looking back on my entire life and I realise the government were responsible and influenced most of my major life decisions way before 2020.
I am of average wealth.
Not poor, not rich.
I have worked like a dog most of my life.
Hard, but smart?
Hindsight is not kind.
Sitting around talking about the wealth of some people we knew over Christmas dinner, my FiL stated that these people were rich because they had worked hard all their lives.
I replied, not moving is also a part of it.
I have worked hard all my life but stupidly, I kept moving around, says I.
Then, without going into it in too much detail, I realised government played a big part in making me take those decisions to move.
I always like to be be very self critical.
I am looking to lay blame on myself wherever possible, so as to work out what I am doing wrong, my thinking being you can't fix what you are doing wrong without having a good hard long look at yourself.
Lefties don't grasp this concept, hence their hypocrisy.
I have for many years, told people I have been an idiot for moving around Australia constantly.
It costs thousands every time you do it, and it's much like being an immigrant, taking a long time to develop the contacts in that area to succeed, and never being a "local"
Take one part of my life...
I was a local in Alice Springs, and in my heart, it will always be my home.
I want my ashes spread over the Macs around Ross River when I kick the bucket.
But I left, and then was drawn back, and left again, even with good jobs had.
Due to considerations brought about by government policy.
Otherwise I would never have left.
Ever.
I can talk about other "moving" decisions and big life changing decision brought about, when I look at it, by reaction to government policy.
And actually quite necessary.
I love Alice and it's surrounds.
It's my sacred country.
I love it's desert nights and miss being there terribly.
But I wouldn't live there now.
I was building a very good life there, until government went completely over the top.
The point being, the government have been fucking us (yes, the swearing is warranted) for years.
How many of your life decisions have been influenced by over regulating, over bearing socialist bullshit from government, over the years even before this all imprisoning coup de 'etat?
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Post by NFA on Dec 26, 2020 21:48:13 GMT 8
I 'think' I understand what you are saying and appreciate your sentiments.
But consider the converse!
Maybe you could have made changes and still stayed in that original spot.
Maybe you could have made changes and still be in 'The Alice'.
And maybe there was a very intelligent reason each and every time you moved on.
And more power to you that you could move and fit yourself into a new set of circumstances in another location.
Not many folk can do that.
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Post by Struth on Dec 27, 2020 7:43:31 GMT 8
The almighty power of the bureaucratic state of Australia came down on Alice about 1995, and got continuously worse.
There had been problems there caused by un-elected government before that, but the socialists really took a foot hold regarding aboriginal issues about then.
It went nuts.
Alice was invaded by public service filth from Canberra and Sydney and newly minted brainwashed uni students having a play on the communities for a couple of months before being disillusioned and went back to insulation, for the next lot to roll up.
Too much destruction from the marched through institutions legal, educational, and MSM related especially.
Basically it went from a vibrant self sufficient tourist attraction of private sector transport, mining, beef cattle and the like, to a government funded shit hole of lost opportunity and crime.
It is the canary in the coal mine when it comes to suffering from Australian socialism.
Basically, socialism has been chasing me around Australia and caught me in Qld, when it took the whole of Australia.
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Post by NFA on Dec 27, 2020 19:43:01 GMT 8
The Alice was late in getting the weight!
What I am saying is that if you stay in a place where the communist bureaucracy comes in you either go under and line up for soup kitchens OR you join the bureaucracy.
Covid Business Closedowns are proof that there is no private property rights for the serfs of Australia except for Big Business who buy their product from chyna controlled entities.
Who owns Big Business in Australia?
Good Fucking Question!
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Post by NFA on Dec 27, 2020 19:44:33 GMT 8
As for aboriginal issues, there are 500 Australian Nations are there not?
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Post by Struth on Dec 28, 2020 7:38:59 GMT 8
It wasn't late at all. It was one of the first to go down, as Alice was targeted with immense program trials and the like.
If it flew in Alice they rolled it out elsewhere, like NSW and road rules.
Government money poured in and so of course, so did the filth it pays. It really got cranking in the nineties.
From that time on, Alice was doomed.
Unfortunately for Alice, it was a successful outback town, and was the real out back with real blackfellas, but essentially, to the bureaucrats, could still be flown to, had all the mod cons, a nice golf course estate for the senior public servant trash, and even a Casino, ......perfect place to have a play ......and in the process destroy.
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Post by NFA on Dec 28, 2020 20:30:21 GMT 8
I guess I was more relating back to my 'yoof' growing up in the Riverina area of NSW where the communists could send "Fisheries & Wildlife" type Officers into your home on a whim to check fridges or freezers for fish or ducks.
The Police did not even have that power and from memory they carried side arms.
Rules & Regulations on Agriculture and Forestry that has virtually wiped out Rice Growing plus Sawmills that had operated for multi decades and multi generational.
A catalogue of the erosion of rights in Australia is actually staggering.
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Post by Struth on Dec 28, 2020 22:55:26 GMT 8
Yeah, where's the rice from Leeton etc?
All that laser levelled country mostly just a bit of dairy now.
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Post by NFA on Dec 28, 2020 23:28:38 GMT 8
"You come and see me, boys," he said;
"You'll find a welcome and a bed
And whisky any time you call;
Although our township hasn't got
The name of quite a lively spot —
You see, I live in Booligal.
"And people have an awful down
Upon the district and the town —
Which worse than hell itself the call;
In fact, the saying far and wide
Along the Riverina side
Is 'Hay and Hell and Booligal'.
"No doubt it suits 'em very well
To say its worse than Hay or Hell,
But don't you heed their talk at all;
Of course, there's heat — no one denies —
And sand and dust and stacks of flies,
And rabbits, too, at Booligal.
"But such a pleasant, quiet place —
You never see a stranger's face;
They hardly ever care to call;
The drovers mostly pass it by —
They reckon that they'd rather die
Than spend the night in Booligal.
"The big mosquitoes frighten some —
You'll lie awake to hear 'em hum —
And snakes about the township crawl;
But shearers, when they get their cheque,
They never come along and wreck
The blessed town of Booligal.
"But down to Hay the shearers come
And fill themselves with fighting-rum,
And chase blue devils up the wall,
And fight the snaggers every day,
Until there is the deuce to pay —
There's none of that in Booligal.
"Of course, there isn't much to see —
The billiard-table used to be
The great attraction for us all,
Until some careless, drunken curs
Got sleeping on it in their spurs,
And ruined it, in Booligal.
"Just now there is a howling drought
That pretty near has starved us out —
It never seems to rain at all;
But, if there should come any rain,
You couldn't cross the black-soil plain —
You'd have to stop in Booligal."
"We'd have to stop!" With bated breath
We prayed that both in life and death
Our fate in other lines might fall;
"Oh, send us to our just reward
In Hay or Hell, but, gracious Lord,
Deliver us from Booligal!"
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Post by NFA on Dec 29, 2020 0:21:38 GMT 8
Yeah, where's the rice from Leeton etc? All that laser levelled country mostly just a bit of dairy now. Nah.. Griffith was the place to be. lol
My Grandfather, blade shearer from over Swan Hill way drew one of the original 16 rice growing blocks.
My Grandmother lived in Bagtown/Griffith
The farm they had was opposite De Bortoli's farm where the winery started from and where my Father was born.
My Mother was born and grew up in Barellan.
Point is my forebears and like a lot of other folk from England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales and Italy plus other European shitholes AND China got out of those places because of arsehole Governments to find peace and opportunity.
The socialists are closing in and there is no where else to go.
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Post by NFA on Dec 29, 2020 0:22:41 GMT 8
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Post by Struth on Dec 29, 2020 7:09:34 GMT 8
"You come and see me, boys," he said;
"You'll find a welcome and a bed
And whisky any time you call;
Although our township hasn't got
The name of quite a lively spot —
You see, I live in Booligal.
"And people have an awful down
Upon the district and the town —
Which worse than hell itself the call;
In fact, the saying far and wide
Along the Riverina side
Is 'Hay and Hell and Booligal'.
"No doubt it suits 'em very well
To say its worse than Hay or Hell,
But don't you heed their talk at all;
Of course, there's heat — no one denies —
And sand and dust and stacks of flies,
And rabbits, too, at Booligal.
"But such a pleasant, quiet place —
You never see a stranger's face;
They hardly ever care to call;
The drovers mostly pass it by —
They reckon that they'd rather die
Than spend the night in Booligal.
"The big mosquitoes frighten some —
You'll lie awake to hear 'em hum —
And snakes about the township crawl;
But shearers, when they get their cheque,
They never come along and wreck
The blessed town of Booligal.
"But down to Hay the shearers come
And fill themselves with fighting-rum,
And chase blue devils up the wall,
And fight the snaggers every day,
Until there is the deuce to pay —
There's none of that in Booligal.
"Of course, there isn't much to see —
The billiard-table used to be
The great attraction for us all,
Until some careless, drunken curs
Got sleeping on it in their spurs,
And ruined it, in Booligal.
"Just now there is a howling drought
That pretty near has starved us out —
It never seems to rain at all;
But, if there should come any rain,
You couldn't cross the black-soil plain —
You'd have to stop in Booligal."
"We'd have to stop!" With bated breath
We prayed that both in life and death
Our fate in other lines might fall;
"Oh, send us to our just reward
In Hay or Hell, but, gracious Lord,
Deliver us from Booligal!"
One that used to get recited to tourists on buses back in the day, and then we'd all go for a lovely toilet stop and to view the old Cobb and Co coach at Hay!!! |
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