Bonjour mes amies,

Back in the last century I read Herge’s ‘Kuifje in Amerika’ in Dutch. Half a century later a French friend gave me ‘Tintin en Amerique’ to help me improve my limited French. On page 28 a petroleum geyser erupts. On page 29 in quick succession a bevy of businessmen miraculously appears and offer Tintin large sums of money, “Je regrette infiniment,,.” that the oil belongs to the Indians Tintin tells them. “Why didn’t you say so?” The attention is then swiftly  turned to the Indian chief who is offered $25 to leave his country within half an hour “Le Visage-Pale est-il fou?…” retorts the chief, “The Paleface, is he crazy?” or as we say these days “Are you joking?”. A troop of soldiers with fixed bayonets promptly evicts the Indians, and a city springs up. Tintin who is still dressed as a cowboy is told by a traffic policeman that fancy dress is forbidden “Do you think you’re in the wild West?”

I’m more than half way through reading Mark Moran’s ‘Serious Whitefella Stuff’, a seriously interesting book. 

Chapter 6- Planning the Return to Mapoon includes: “On 14 November 1963, the Queensland Police forced a small party identified as the leaders of the resistance onto a boat and relocated them to New Mapoon. Most of their houses were burnt down during the removal, and the remainder (bar one) were demolished the following year…. Rachel Peters witnessed the burning firsthand…. ‘Even stoves, new stoves that were expensive, but they were burnt down, we didn’t have a chance to get anything out’ ”

One of the official reasons for the Queensland Government’s actions was an inadequate water supply

In 1958 the bauxite mining company Comalco had been issued a mining lease over the area.

In Yuendumu because of a looming water shortage it has been decided no more yapa (Aboriginal) houses would be built. The alleged water crisis doesn’t seem to have affected construction of kardiya (Palefaces) houses which continues apace.

A 2015 Dispatch contained the following based on Stephen Clarke’s book ‘1000 Years of Annoying the French’:

“…In 1713 King Louis XIV ceded all of French Canada to Britain (Treaty of Utrecht) including Acadie (Nova Scotia). Between 1755 and 1763 an estimated 12,600 Acadiens were deported…At Grand Pré, empty cargo ships arrived and all males over the age of ten were commanded to attend a meeting on pain of forfeiting goods and chattels. Colonel Winslow told over 400 assembled men and boys that “…. your money and household goods and you yourselves will be removed from this Province” As it transpired there was no room on the ships for the chattels, and contrary to promises families were split up and men and women transported separately…

The last (almost three thousand) deportees set sail, packed tightly as slaves in 14 vessels. If the Acadiens had had portholes they would have seen the smoke and flames rising from their settlements, as the soldiers burned houses and barns, to ensure the departure was final.

And then there was the East Kimberley community of Oombulgurri:

The West Australian- 26 June 2014:
“The Department of Housing confirmed this week about 44 houses and associated infrastructure like fencing, demountable school buildings, the power house, donga dwellings, various sheds and septic tanks would be buried ‘on-site’”

ABC News- 23 September 2014:
(Aboriginal Affairs Minister) Peter Collier said demolition was necessary to reduce further vandalism and theft, and to leave the site in a safe condition for future non-residential use by the traditional owners.

[Genius!!! Might this non-residential use include exploration for diamonds by non-traditional owners? Might the real reason be to ensure the departure was final?]

The Guardian- 27 Nov.2014:
“Finally, the 10 residents who resolutely stayed to the end were forcibly evicted, given just two days notice of eviction and allowed to bring only one box of belongings each. They had to leave behind cars, whitegoods, tools and personal possessions.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?

Propellerheads featuring Shirley Bassey- History Repeating

Ils sont pareil, n’est-ce pas?

Francois

“He knew he was loved”. Big Business Loved him.

CANT AVOID IT. IT’S WALL TO WALL. 

Double, quadruple, octuple double page spreads!

Every now and again we feel compelled to go against the grain. It’s not some form of adolescent angst that compels us to rant. Nor is it that God ordained right to oblique exceptionalism that drives good Queenslanders to want coal, despoliation and rapine rather than idealism. 

But this compulsion belongs to something much deeper. The need to take the piss, and revive that corpse of irrelevance they used to call “Larrikinism”. 

They loved him in the NT.

Before Australia became a supine rusk of insecurity. Before cultural cringe and managerialism had leached the very last atom of self assertiveness and replaced it with the entropy of nothing. Before, we were told by our leaders of what we could achieve as individuals before we were told why we couldn’t. 

Only casino operators may dream

Only banking executives may require ambition

And only hedge fund managers may dare think of the future. 

We have come to this. 

And though it may seem contrarywise, unkind and petty, we’d like to put the responsibility for being a supine, obsequious cowered rusk of our former selves to the greatest Prime Minister who ever said he was the greatest prime minister ever. R.J.HAWKE. 

He’s been DEAD an MONTH and still he’s front page news. 

HAWKIE gave us compulsory Superannuation so that we may never ever be radical again. 

He opened up the floodgates to ensure a few miners became FILTHY RICH!

HAWKIE took away free tertiary education.

HAWKIE tried the citizens card on us, years before facial recognition 

HAWKIE famously and hubristically pronounced that ‘no child shall live in poverty’.

Hawkie did the Aboriginal Deaths in Custody Royal Commission and achieved…. NOTHING!!!

HAWKIE, eschewed the Menzies tradition of getting his mates to stump up money to buy his house, by becoming one of the MATES! Ask RICHO? 

HAWKIE the mates mate. He had mates in big business., Hawkie could always turn a profit if his mates were involved. On the racetrack, enterprise bargaining, or shagging hosties. HAWKIE was always on top, 

It was HAWKIE, who became a very ordinary Prime Minister once Keating had left the front bench. 

Not a great role model for husbands, but then he was such a lad. Still holds the beer drinking record. 

Everyone loves a winner.

And who could begrudge him. 

Since Introducing enterprise bargaining, and the accord the union movement is almost dead and wages have stiffed. 

Introduced university fees, and turned places of learning into visa factories

Famously spent shitloads on sport so that we could be leaders in cricket, swimming and millionaire yacht races.

But most famously he’s had the longest ever funeral oration. He’s been dead a month and yet HAWKIE is still on the front page. 

The Australian, (The Catholic Boys Daily) loves him. 

Which made us think, HAWKIE is a GREAT LIBERAL, and possibly the greatest ever DLP Prime MINISTER EVER! Bigger even than Tony Santamaria.

Pissed his missus off to marry Kylie from Neighbours. How down to earth is that!!

Only bloke with balls enough to tell Frank Sinatra to piss off.  And a special thanks from the East Timorese for allowing Gareth to stitch them up good and proper with real- politic so that Richard Wilcottt could tell them all to  “GO AWAY AND DIE”!! 

All of these things HAWKIE did, and still, (this is the biggest part), to tell us he was a man of the people. 

And the people love him. Cos he told us so. 

He had a special relationship with the Australian people. Cos he told us so. 

So what ware we going to do about it? 

Sadly though, he was unable to afford the plastic surgery that kept his missus looking like Barbie.

We shall spend this entire week in tribute to our Greatest recently dead Prime Minister EVER!

Just in case you missed it here is the ABC Alumni response to the Jackboots

OPEN LETTER TO THE PRIME MINISTER THE HON. SCOTT MORRISON AND MEMBERS OF PARLIAMENT

ABC Alumni, representing former staff, condemn the recent police raid on the ABC and the seizing of journalist scripts and notes.

We express our support and concern for all ABC staff who, like us, are deeply troubled by this assault on Australia’s national broadcaster. This police action, and others like it, strike at the heart of democracy by threatening media freedom.

The threat of imprisonment of journalists and their sources for disclosing information in the public interest is completely unacceptable. So too is the action of police in raiding the ABC in such a manner and in confiscating such a wide range of journalistic material. All documents seized during this raid remain ABC property and should be returned without alteration or delay.

We believe the legislation enabling this raid should be immediately repealed. In particular, police should have no right to delete or alter a publisher’s documents. The public interest must be paramount. We call on the Federal Parliament to pass legislation to protect the rights of whistle-blowers and the media, and to prevent this kind of intimidation.

We also call on the Australian Federal Police to adopt an interim protocol to protect journalistic freedom and integrity within the current law.

Freedom of expression and media are fundamental pillars of democracy. They should be a constitutional right for all Australians.

We urge ABC staff to remain strong in the face of this unprecedented intimidation, and we commend and support the actions of ABC management, the Managing Director David Anderson and the ABC Chair Ita Buttrose in defending the organisation.

Tony Souter
Elaine D. Cooke
Kay Nankervis
Amy Tsilemanis
Peter Marks
Sue Spencer
Ranald Macdonald
Helen Grasswill
Jeff McMullen
Heather Forbes
Catherine Shirley
Matt Peacock
Penny Chapman
Sue Tronser
Sandra Levy
Andrew Thorpe
Wendy McLeod
Mark Aarons
Coral Saunders
Deborah Nesbitt
Patricia Barraclough
Ramona Koval
Helen Matthews
Nick Goldie
Therese Kutis
Lynette Haszard
John Highfield
Don Smith
Rory Sutton
Robin Hughes AO
Peter Cave
Tim Ritchie
John Tulloh
Pauline Garde
Jan Land
Andy Nehl
Lachlan Brookman
Julie Rigg
Jane Jeffes
Emeritus Professor Ed Davis AM
Anne Fitzgerald
Dan Blu
Alison Caldwell
Sharon Carleton
John Lander
Bobbie Mackley
Richard Dinnen
Peggy Hayman (McDonald)
Ian Parmenter, OAM
John Davies
Peter Martin AM
Chris Williams
Jan Forrester
Maxine McKew
Glenda McNaught
John T Tan
Dasha Ross
Ken Begg
Peter Norden AO
Jacqui Sykes
Scott Feeney
John Challis
Tim Clark
Josephine Mercer
LIindsay Somerville
Linda Boland
Debbie Whitmont
Sharon Connolly
Luciana Peloza
Pepita Conlon
Jeremy Eccles
David Brill
Dr David Adamson
Gillian Appleton
Shaun Hoyt
Mike Honey
Kate Hodges
Michelle McDonagh
Eric R Hunter
Robert Garnsey
Margaret Pomeranz
Jonathan Holmes
John Lombard
Grace Speranza
Janice Drinan
Vivien Altman
James Beattie
Janette Morris
David Bates
Jackie
Margaret Reynolds, ABC Friends National
G Ruth Williams
Holly Raiche
Bill Bunbury
Christine Bratkovic
John Cleary
Jemima Garrett
Janine Burdeu
Wendy Page
Robin Sproule
Rolf de Heer
Molly Reynolds
Roslyn Simms
Robyn Ravlich
Wendy Borchers AM
Max Donnellan

ADANI IS GO!

It’s all SYSTEMS GO!!!

ADANI gets the GREEN LIGHT!

Coal is KING!

The Future is COAL BLACK!

WE have IGNITION!

LIFTOFF

(wait for countdown to be completed before reading the rest of this text)

TEN……… (TEN bureaucrats will find gainful employment for every actual worker)

NINE……… (NINE Government) departments will write white papers on the positive impact of this mine)

EIGHT…….. (EIGHT Million words will be written in just one week by the Catholic Boys Daily, (the Australian) as to why this is a vital and necessary step forward to secure Australia’s future).

SEVEN…….. (SEVEN Seas will be made slightly more acidic so that species may die)

Saint Bjelke of the Brisbane Line

SIX………… (SIX NGO”s will benefit from the upturn in Domestic Violence as a consequence of greater access to goods and services we don’t need)

FIVE……….. (Five percent of the mines profit will remain in Australia)

FOUR……….. (Four degrees of global warming is on TARGET)

THREE………..(Three Musketeers,  Christensen, Canavan and Hanson, will rejoice)

TWO…………..(There were at least two good reasons for stopping this mine, but we cant remember either of them)

ONE……….. ONE BIllionaire will make public his Noble sacrifice to donate as much as 1% of his wealth to mitigate climate change.

St Bjelke’s DAY!

St Bjelke’s Day

CANAVAN. ‘O that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in Queensland

That do no work to-day!

SCOMO, What’s he that wishes so?

My cousin, Canavan? No, my fair cousin;

If we are mark’d to die, we are enough

To do our State loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

By Carbon, I am not covetous for gold,

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;

Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

As recommended by Lady Blanche and St BOB of Hawke

No, faith, my Lumpeth of Coal, wish not a man from Queensland.

God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour

As one man more methinks would share from me

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

Rather proclaim it, Canavan, through my host,

That he which hath no stomach to this Mine,

Let him depart; his passport shall be made, 

And crowns for convoy put into his purse;

We would not die in that man’s company

That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is call’d the feast of Bjelke.

Latest MINE equipment to ensure other lumps of COAL may enter PARLIAMENT!

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,

And rouse him at the name of Bjelke.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say “To-morrow is Saint Bjelke.”

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say “These wounds I had on Bjelke’s day.”

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

But he’ll remember, with advantages,

What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth as household words—

Saint Tone of Santamaria, Lord Rupert of Murdoch, Canavan and Christensen,

Craigus of Kelly and Trevor St Baker, Lord Howard of Nihilism and Saint Bjelke—

Saint Peter of DUTTON

Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Bjelke Bjelke shall ne’er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be rememberèd—

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition;

And gentlemen in Southern States now a-bed

Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

Lady Pauline of HANSON

That fought with us upon Saint Bjelke’s day.

Our old typewriter before it was seized

After being raided by the Federal Police, we’ve been a bit flummoxed. 

WE can’t even make tea, cos they reckon the urn was unlicensed. Clarrie asked; “Since when does an urn need to be licensed”?

And before you could say “Beach Enquiry” they slapped a restraining order on him.

When it came back it had been “re-configured”.

We subsequently discovered that according to section 245 C of the Prohibited Beverages Act it is a Federal felony and falls within the Prohibited Materials Act 2018. It’s only now, they let us keep the typewriter, but only after they had returned it from forensics for checking and told us that from now on we were on their ‘Persons of Interest Register’. 

Artists impression of the Lucky Eight Resort Complex

Cecil tried to look up their ‘Persons of Interest Register’ to see if anyone he knew was also on it, and his I-phone just sort of kind of konked out. It’s never been the same since, whenever he turns it on this big Federal Police Logo comes onto the screen. It tells him the phone is inoperable due to the application of Section 69 B of the Foreign Interference Act.  He tried to find out what that meant, but his phone was kaputt. The main computer had been taken away for analysis, and the spare computer could only function with a floppy drive. He was stymied. He then cleverly decided to wander down to the library and use the public library computer.

The Librarian being re-trained as a croupier at the “Winners Circle”

He’d forgotten though that the library had been sold off to the Golden Dragon Lucky Eight Corporation to be turned into a high level gaming casino and resort. He came back dejected, but he did show us the coupon he received from the lady who used to be the librarian. She is now being re- trained as a croupier. She told him there were much better opportunities for self expression and personal advancement in playing the roulette wheel as a croupier and looking after high rollers in Black Jack. Libraries and books she said were so “twentieth century”. 

Still though he showed us the coupon she gave him which offered one beer, a small packet of chips and a subscription to Foxtel, if he chose to redirect his Centrelink payment to the “Winners Club”. It gave him the option  of staying at the resort (at a reduced rate) with all the facilities on offer in the down season. He told us he was thinking about it. 

And then, as if some malevolent force had intercepted his enquiry and just sort of directed its fury onto his person his phone vaporised in his hand. What was strange about it, Cecil mused, was that it didn’t hurt a bit. No burning. Just fragments of phone. Like Cecil said; “ It never happened”. 

Since then he’s told us he’s lost his drive. 

They took our hard drive, our driver, and our screw drivers as an added precaution. Now when we want to change a light bulb it literally takes three of us. But then what’s the use, they’ve turned off the electricity as well. It contravened section 456 D of the Energy Transference Act.

Still, we’re looking for opportunities. As Clarrie opined; ‘no one reads us anyway, no one cares for journalism these days’. 

The Resort when completed will be “International Best Standard” and will employ more people than were EVER employed by the library under a new Enterprise Bargaining Scheme guaranteed by the Fair Work Commission, (Standard pay rates may apply in exceptional circumstances)

It was then he had an inspiration. 

‘We’ll sell books

Hard hitting books where people have a thirst for knowledge

Unfettered by the Federal Police and their draconian powers. 

We need a NEW START

IN………..

HONG KONG’!

Hola,
In the Alice Springs News a Letter to the Editor commenting on the election results in the electorate of Lingiari, which covers virtually the whole Northern Territory, starts off with: “As someone who once lived in the NT and has a daughter who has worked for years for the Aboriginal community, and a son-in-law who works with the Yothu Yindi Band, I am not speaking out of ignorance when I say that if…..”
What a nonsense!
As someone who has a son who works in IT, I am not speaking out of ignorance when I say that if……
So how then do you explain that when I tried to do an on line superannuation withdrawal I managed, after 5 hours of trying, to get my account blocked and will have to resort to ordinary mail?
I hear it all the time:
”Why don’t Aborigines do this…..?” “Why don’t they do that…? “Why don’t they grow their own veggies…?” “Why don’t they get a job….?”

Just turn this on its head. A delegation of Warlpiri go to Frankston in Victoria ”Why don’t you kardiya do this…..?” “Why don’t you do that….? Better still, launch a military backed Intervention…. in the Warlpiri language. Festoon Franston with signs: “No alcohol” “No Greed” “No value Judgements”

Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign? 
Signs,signs, Everywhere a sign- Five Man Electric Band:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLm3HMG8IhM

Myself, am not lacking in opinions, but heaven forbid I should think I’m always right and have all the answers:

I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible that you may be mistaken  Oliver Cromwell 1650…
Chau,
Frank
PS- making slow and steady progress on ‘tha book. Don’t hold your breath. Stringing a lifetime into a readable narrative ain’t easy, but it sure is fun!
….we’ve got to fulfil the book….
Bob Marley- Redemption Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrY9eHkXTa4

Fed Police equipped with section sixteen, clause five of the ” Dangerous Thinking Act” raid the ABC

The worst thing about the police raids is we thought, Jeez, could Rupert be on our side?

 At last the cops have something worthwhile to do, 

No good chasing up fines and jaywalkers, There’s real criminality afoot, and you know what it is? It’s people who embarrass pollies. 

Remember the witness K.. “ the abandonment of principles of open and fair government”. Apparently after bailing out the East Timorese they went crook that we bugged their embassy and spied on their negotiations. To do em over on BIG BUSINESS and MONEY! Silly Buggers they thought we were fair players, a level playing field and all that. But they didn’t realise that cos we saved em they OWED us BIG TIME!  We done em over real good, and Alexander, who is a regular toff, done a bit of an 1842 on em. 

If the pieces don’t fit…”MAKE EM FIT”!

What’s an 1842? 

Well in case you didn’t know it’s. Bit of an Opium War. You fuck up another bastards country, do em over real good, and when they cry poor, you go the jugular and enact a treaty that fucks em over for the next 150 years. That’s statecraft. That’s what makes the winner a grinner, and with bit of luck it’ll put em back where they belong. Their crime? Being uppity. 

But this Afghanistan thing has got us beat, so what if a few soldiers go ape shit and kill a few dagos in a foreign land. They’re just doing their duty and ensuring the locals get the benefits of a free and enlightened civilisation. 

Problem is, the gyppos, wogs, lebbos afghani’s don’t like it up em. 

That’s the problem 

And the army don’t like being dobbed on. By one of our own! A stab in the back. That’s what the Fuehrer used to say about the First World War. And it aint cricket When a government goes psycho, someone has to be blamed. GO the JOURNALIST!

Snappy new Fed Police Uniforms. So that journos will know RESPECT and FEAR!

That’s why we called in the Federal Police, 

The lefties are spewing. Say it’s about the loss of press freedom.  We say bullshit. Anzackery is way more important and don’t you forget it. Good we’ve got Dutton in charge of security, he’s an ex copper from Queensland. Guarantee before you can say “ Fitzgerald”  it’ll  be sorted.

He’s got plans that’ll put pinkos lefties and journo’s in their place. They’ll be wishing they were copy boys for ‘Pravda’ or the ‘Peoples Daily’ by the time he’s finished with em. 

For questioning Anzackery? The crime is treason.  The punishment imprisonment without trial. Bit like what we do with the Abo’s to ensure that one way or another we demonstrate power and the inviolability of being right. The people doing wrong by us, will never ask the reason why?

AFP head working on new Public Safety legislation.

How do you spell police state? 

Buggered if we know but we reckon this uniform idea is just the thing, came from a bloke call sicherheistdienst.  And its real flash, and these new Gauleiters uniforms instil respect and fear. That’s what the journos will be thinking next time they dare to twaddle about a ‘free press,’. Respect and fear is what they need and the knowledge that jack can never be as good as his master, cos jack aint got the jackboot. 

Incidentally,What’s the meaning of  Propogandaministerieum?? 

Separation of powers?

Buggered if we know, that’s a technicality.

Public Broadcast Centre on trial to establish “Correct thinking”.

We stand on PRINCIPLE!

Policy think tank. SOLD!

Cec celebrates the sale to the Happy Eight Corp.

After we sold the pcbycp policy think tank, (it was very nice) to that man who represents the ‘Golden age Teaching Academy” in Shenzen, we looked around for a few more opportunities. Cecil, bathed in the afterglow, made a  wise and canny decision to sell his caravan park to the “Lucky Age Golden 8 Dragon Investment Company”.It is to be converted into a series of breathtakingly beautiful high rise apartments complete with Cinema complex, luxury boutique shops and high roller gaming lounge in a joint partnership between Crown and the Li Fan Golden Dawn Investment Corporation. Cecil then said; ‘there was still a bit to be made in futures’. 

We didn’t quite understand, we knew nothing about shares. Cec made it clear, this was not ordinary speculation. If we sold the kiddies school lock stock and barrel to the “Xinxiang Investment Corporation” we could ensure our kids got a better education. Once all the equipment had been sold off they’d all have first choice in some of the boutique apartments that were on offer (off the shelf) in the resort development. 

After we sold the school it was to be demolished and  turned into the fabulous resort.

Before you could say “Mah Jong”, we were in. It was then that we discovered a codicil in Ma’s trust. She helped raise the money for the school, that said no one legally had the right to sell the school. That was a bit of a blow. It was her legacy as a fearless community leader. WE were stumped!  Until we had a brainwave, just gift the school to the Corporation. That would in accordance with the deed of settlement be kosher. Cos a gift was not really a financial transaction and besides out local member who is very close to the board of the “Happy Eight” said that’s what he did when he sold off the heritage listed government buildings, the power station, the library, the day care centre and the hospital. And though some do-gooders tried to stop it, it went through faster than you can mow down a protester in Tiananmen square.   We didn’t mention that to the Happy Eight, cos they’re sensitive to that sort of thing and  say it officially didn’t happen. That makes us laugh cos un-officially we’re happy to go along with it. 

Still, it hasn’t all been plain sailing. We’ve had to change the entire curriculum at the local uni into Mandarin. If we didn’t we wouldn’t have got the investment for us to set up the “pcbycp Institute for Leadership and Higher Learning”. It enables us free flights anywhere in the world, and accomodation at the best hotels. And as a bonus we all got matching designer suits, high profile bags, clothing and eyewear. Some local kids are a bit pissed off, but we’ve told em they’ll beneficiaries of the Service Community. Doing dishes and wiping arses in accomodation homes. 

Bit worried about where non resort members are meant to stay

It was a match made in heaven.  Until just the other day. The anniversary of Tiananmin Day, (which never really happened), and we get a knock on the door. The Happy Eight Group are angry. The school we sold em was demolished by some of Cec’s mates in a speculative venture to build block of flats. They are risk-taking venture capital businessmen who are trying to make Australia GREAT! They copped a ten dollar fine for knocking the building down.  The Happy Eight Group are furious cos as a condition pre sale they had to demonstrate their bona fides by putting ten million into each of our accounts. They’re really pissed off. They want their money back. We rang Clive and he said, “ just call em commie bastards and slam the door on em”. But it hasn’t worked. There’s bloody great tank pointing at our door. And a troopship down at the harbour. And helicopters, and surveillance and Speakers telling us in Mandarin how to be “Good Citizens”.

“Ungrateful bastards’!, Cecil said. We’ve sold em everything, what more could they want? It’s almost like THEY THINK THEY OWN US! 

What a cheek. 

Sold off the caravan park to make this multi function Polis…(whatever that is)

So Cec is writing his book, the “Noisy Invasion”! It’s about the commies infiltration of Australian culture. “What culture”? I asked. Cec came back at me faster than a One Nation Senator in a Strip Club; “The right to make an honest buck spending the kids inheritance”.