My Retailing Experience in Gympie Queensland - Another Bad Day

140131 My Retailing Experience in Gympie Queensland - Another Bad Day

I throw this one onto the blog as the one beneath it, without re-reading it to see if it has more to add, un-added![?]  Sorry NOT, if I offend the store manager, and his little boys and checkout female/s.  Don't take it personally - it's YOUR BUYING DEPARTMENT SICKO CHURCHIE BOYS!1 Er I mean... It's the culture, called CRAPitalism!  Try for once, to LEARN from a tech school dropout?

Yeah, re-read it, laughed at my unforgivable insults at the locals - nothing they didn't deserve - but post it anyway, as is.

So, I'm making an off-grid 'Zap Pak', which has in it's 520mm by 190mm by 520mm alum frame a heavy duty 12 volt car battery, a quality 12volt DC to 240 volt AC inverter, and a few other things, like a four-socket 'cigarette lighter' unit, and a 240 volt AC plug board, with switches.

Hopefully, I'll finish it and have it in the ute to connect with the solar panels on the roof.

Being in rural Queensland, 190kms north of Brisbane, the range of products, even in this city of 'Gympie', are limited to those stores I know of, and they're the mainstream suppliers.

I don't know, and for the backward, retarded and parochial mentalities of the locals, cannot get honest reliable factual advice from anyone, so if there are retail outlets which sell quality products, I do not bother trying to find them.

So, I needed, a four-socket 12 volt DC cig-liter unit, and a four-socket, 240 volt AC plug board.

Having resigned myself to existing and dealing with turds, the lowest most leering, perverted parasitic people I've yet lived amongst, I resigned and took the 'available' road, and went to 'Mitre-10'.

I chose one of two option for the 240 plugboard. An 'HPM' product, which, on the outside, looks great.

Unfortunately, once I got it to the sheds, I saw that the power lead exits from the end I did not want it to exit from. Poo!

So, I flipped it over to see if I could unscrew the unit and make my own modifications to better suit it to the unit I'm making. Another 'mod' was to hopefully, open the unit and simply flip the switches upside down, so the little red dot on them, indicating the 'on' position, would be on top if I simply fitted the plugboard upside down into the ZAP PAK.

O! HELL-oooowh! The 'screws are of the type which the average layman home handyman does not have the tool for. A 'socket-head' screw, with a lug in the centre of the socket hole, so your ordinary 'Allen-key' will not fit.

No doubt, Australia's 'safety standards rule that these pissy household products must be 'safe' so the kiddies can't stumble across daddies toolkit, grab the 4mm Allen key, unscrew the plugboard, and get zapped! And of course, so the generally lame, dumb-as-dogshit householder can't electrocute themselves either!

Well, still wanting to see what I could do to make it more satisfactory for the ZAP PAK, I pushed on, drilled the lugs, and in that, the hole head of the self-tapper screws out, and split the unit apart.

KA-PLOING! Tiny springs popped out as I did, and plastic bits fell onto the bench.

O, Shit? I thought from then it was now a throw away item.

I persisted and assessed the 'rebuild'.

Other components were on the bench too. Tiny little contacts from the switch mechanisms fell out.

It looked grim?

The light was fading, and I expected I have to halt play.

I plodded on.

“We can rebuild him!”

But I was overcome!

The product, not too long ago, the brand “HPM” made pretty good stuff. At least having never dismantled any of them, I thought they were OK?

This, sent me into swearing and cursing everything CRAPitalism, and it's evil 'planned-obsolescence' mode.

What a load of cheap shit!

No wonder the screws were of the unscrewable kind!

The makers did NOT want anyone to see what cheap, designed-to-last-the-shortest-time crap they were flogging the really, really lame, ignorant materialistic, “Oow! It's so nice and SHINY!” consumer.

I saw it's manufacturing plant in my mind. Some 3rd world country factory, with thousands of slaves sitting in long rows at benches, under lamps with rubber gloves on, assembling the shit, for about 2 dollars a month.

All were small, females, because the components are mainly so small that the larger male westerner's hands are too big to fiddle with them bits.

Up in the main building, were teams of 'design and development experts', at computer screens and drawing boards inventing the cheapest to make plastic shit on earth.

All for the spoiled white, 1st worlders to buy for some 1000% mark-up, take home, fit and use until a power surge or a spilled coffee shorts out and burns the contacts to un-use-ability.

“O bloody hell?” So off they go and buy another one.

I don't let myself think about the quality inside the 12 volt DC socket unit...

Nevertheless..., the same day as I've dismantled and reassembled the HPM plugboard, and sworn at the absence of quality in it, I go back to the same Mitre-10 hardware, for my usual purchase of 6 or 8 4 litre bottles of metho.

But HOHOHO, there's only 2 on the shelf!

But, HEY! The price on the tag was only $12 or $12-something! They usually cost $19.99!

But, as there's only 2, I look for alternatives?

Ooowh! A 20 litre plastic drum! Price: $89.99!

So...., Mitre-10 has 4 litre bottles for $12.06 I think it was, meaning were there 5 on the shelf, I'd pay $60.30 for 20 litres!

But there were only 2! BUMMER!

Naturally enough, I think? Maybe the zombies of Gympie don't do things like compare prices for whichever is cheapest?

But, seeing the evil and totally illogical 50% difference in price, between 5 x 4 litre bottles and the one big 20 litre drum, I wandered around the huge bullshit store for an assistant, to ask 1st if they had more 4-litre bottles in the warehouse.

HOHOHO! No, that's all “I” have, said the lying private schooled piece of shit assistant.

Y'know, he owns the store, and everything in the store, at least in the section he is slave over, for restocking the shelves HAHAHA! Are in his own control, so everything is HIS. Hence “that's all I have”.

BOOOOOLLLLSHSHSH-IT!

But, that's life in Walmart-er-Mitre-10 shithole Astrayliar!

The 'assistant was lying. They had megalitres of 4 litre bottles of metho out back.

He and his store manager, another clone mutant sub-human zombie from O! A local church private 'secret agenda' [SHSHSHSHS!!!???#$%^??!!] school, being the so fucking clever “LET'S HAVE ANOTHER REALLY FUCKING STUPID IDEA!?” Harry Potter witches they are, just had to fuck lil' Maxee around, because he said something HONEST about the shit products they flog the sub-zero whitefaced liars of the state and nation.

As for any of you making it to “Human” status - FAIL!!!

Utterly disgusting, pathetic lying cowards.

Good for extermination.

'BUYING DEPARTMENTS'. All employing spoiled churchie children, who scan the world looking for the cheapest shit product-makers that can fool the most retail consumers, which give the corporation the largest mark-up profits possible.

“Quality” is the corporations' ENEMY!

But they'll all be utterly 'pretendly' as they flog the shit to you!

But, tragic as our nation has become, all corporate retailers do exactly the same.

CRAPitalism!

JUST DEFIANCE

Brayakooloong Gunai Indigenous Outlaw

Australia

All Praise the Immortals!

All Praise the Warriors who have fallen

Fighting for a Just World!

from the Travelling 4x4 Tent of

JUST DEFIANCE

aka

General Blue Meanee

Commander Notorious

General War Pig

Outlaw

REALPolitik

Journalist

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Cult,

Land,

Tax,

Housing,

Family,

Agricultural,

Drug,

Work,

Education,

Environmental

& LAND

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Land,

Tax,

Housing,

Family,

Agricultural,

Drug,

Work,

Education,

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Pretendly Frenemies - Debunking 'Friendship'

I post this blog e-ssay, now, without having gone over it once more, without seeing if it has other points not included, to be included, because the blog post below this one, was 'controversial' to say the least, going to far more personal aspects of 'pretendly frenemies', etc., and the connection was under serious fire when I went online to upload it minutes ago.

I hope this'n is complete enough to put across my points about 'pretendly frenemies', in a mad world?

Pretendly Frenemies - Debunking 'Friendship'

“Your mind is really a bag of cut snakes”.

Since a longtime ago, man has become as-they-say, “more refined”, and for increased local, tribal security, over generations, we've taken paths into developing stuff like 'the arts' and 'fashion' in clothing, architecture and other areas of domestic, social, commercial legal and governmental affairs.

The effect of these 'growths' in our characters, and customs, etc, tends often to have the raw, honest, basic being we are, becoming over gentrified, which, to me, is not as healthy nor 'uplifting' of the basic character of the beast, as the 'refined' might prefer to believe.

This is where the word 'spoiled' is correctly applied.

Appreciation of those magnificent 'inventions', flights of the imagination, as-in the arts, etc, music, performance, dance can't be criticized if they make us more appreciative of other cultures. And, if they give us some deeper understanding of our own infinite mind and it's imagination, thus the world around us, which, I saw once, all comes from within us anyway.

Being able to listen in some sort of rapture at a Mozart violin piece, or from any western or eastern, or any, 'classical' composer, or listening so one 'becomes the music' of say, a heavy rock song, has been experienced by me, and when I rarely hear a classical or classic 'old favorite rock song, those feelings and sensations re-surgitate fast.

Sadly, the memories of why I don't have the stereo music system to listen to in a nice comfy loungeroom and armchair rush in as well and spoil it.

The radio is usually switched off at that point.

But, to our species try to refine us, gaining the refinements, be-they an appreciation of good music, good food, wine, furniture, buildings, etc, is firstly an attempt to have us lose the more raw, and usually more honest aspects and traits of 'the beast' Homo Sapiens.

I guess this brings up questions of whether having all the accouterments of re-finery, makes us 1, more intelligent, 2, more tolerant - itself questionable - should we try to be more tolerant, or contrary to 'tolerance' more knowledgeable of that we might regard as 'intolerable', so more understanding, 3, better able to deal with life, circumstances, events, challenge and change?

ET cetera?

Or, do the common western 'refinements', the 'gentrifying accouterments' assist in having us survive?

And, do all the tries and successes by all modern cultures and cultural and social influences, to lift the brutal, coarse, 'gravely' character, out of some perceived 'primitive' range of behavior, in fact make us less tolerant, less intelligent, less informed or capable of consideration and acceptance of 'the other', whether cultural, skin-color, language, fashion, trend, or belief, etc?

Does 'cultural refinement' make us less honest, and less able to cope with foreign or unknown entities and situations?

On a cultural level, above specific examples, across whole cult, religious and national 'persuasions and trends' I'd say “Yes, it does!”

Having to face my own errant 'generalization' in points I make, there are always the exceptions.

These too, are as oft' seen in whole subsets of a culture, or nation, down to how a school, church or public, or more secular club, encourages and instructs attendees in these types of affairs and interests.

Trying to express, find or produce any one or small number of 'standards' for any level or type of society to agree on and to follow is pointless, and probably negative overall?

The Arts are of value, and not just for 'Sotherby's', and not merely for the ego of spoiled brats to spend their idle-hands hours dabbling in.

There is a value for people to enjoy the world, whether that's at a rock-n-roll dance, groovin' to the muse [sorry, I'm 50-fuckin'-9!], or at a classical ballet or Beethoven concert orchestra, Et Al.

Being able to 'get-off' on paintings all in one big place, or city, for the story or visual thrill they tell and/or give, cannot be denied us.

But having the background to learn to appreciate any of the arts, is quite another thing.

It's possible a Mountain Warrior from Papua New Guinea or from the forests of Brazil would appreciate some fine art of a 17th, 18th, 19th century western artist more than someone from the lower classes of a western nation?

However..., 'Pretendly Frenemies' are people who are not of their own true character, who have a cynical view of life in general, and who, possibly in fact are more honest, to themselves about 'life' and how one survives and gets the enjoyment a seriously warped world denies them, than the culture around them lets them be.

One lesson we do and should learn in the 'modern' world, is that people are in general, 'specious', false, and cannot be trusted, cannot be honest, in day-to-day affairs. Especially with 'strangers'.

This is a cultural reality, more than a natural trait.

While the culture, the belief's system, the society, it's laws and customs are false, weak, shallow, and in-the-end serve the darker side of our natures, the people in and across it, have few options but to be the same.

In the long run, this has a very destructive effect on everything and on everyone.

Being met by anyone with a smile and a 'pleasant chat', or with nicely-worded comments and offerings, do not make them genuinely, honestly 'good' people.

“Beware of strangers bearing gifts!” is a wise warning.

Yet, in our conditioned 'shallowness' of our own character, many of us leave such an engagement, thinking 'they were nice!' or 'I can trust them'. Etc.

The raw truth is that, often enough, in any other situation, that same 'nice' person, can be a coarse, brutal, even vicious person, quite ready and able to do serious arm to anyone they deem as not 'nice', as not fitting within their parameters of what it is to be accepted.

And, as often, once we are out of earshot, we are as likely the target of their derision, or mockery.

As often, in any financial transaction, the other party is considering whether they got the better of us, exactly as we are thinking. And, always there's thoughts about making sure they get the better deal next time. But, all the while, it's 'friendly-friendly-friendly', when people are face-to-face.'

Come down to it, most 'friendly' situations we encounter and engage in, are so, purely because we, and the other, want something out of the engagement, and do not give a shit about the other, so long as they are 'nice' to us while we must engage.

Even in supposedly intimate relationships, in marriages, in partnerships, social, or commercial, there is a superficiality underlying them, where, we associate so we, the person, can get something we deem as beneficial to us, from the partner.

Yet, I put it, and assume, having never had a relationship where this was not existent, that many of us blindly believe that someone we get close to, likes us for anything more than for what they can derive from in return, by being 'nice' to us.

How often, when 'put to the test' do friendships fall apart?

That person who was, while there was an unspoken mutual gain out of the association, 'nice', friendly' trustworthy, etc, drops you like a hot brick, when you show preferences for something that is in opposition to their way of gaining in life.

When someone we can 'think', that-is, are either lulled into believing, or prefer, out of our own wants and needs and desires, generally for our own personal weakness of character, of being unable to stand alone in life and still be content and happy, or at a minimum, satiated with our own company and abilities, turns out to be offensive to us. How often are they, if only in our own thoughts, and circles, an enemy? Yet, how often if we meet again, are we, 'friendly' to them?

This is a two-way street. We have the same underlying 'talents' of being false to the degree where others accept us, as any others do.

So begging the question of what 'friendship' is, and whether 'friends' are in fact, our enemies?

Pretendly Frenemies?

Or, do either really exist? Is there really such a thing as a 'friend' and, an 'enemy'?

Returning to the opening paragraphs, I put it that we become false, and dishonest, less human and less trustworthy, when we assume into our character, into our beliefs systems, and ways of associating, refined and 'gentrified' customs and cultural norms.

This is exemplified when someone from a spoiled class, turns up their nose to the musings or coarse expressions of a lower class person.

“Oh! They were so - honest!”

Howvaar, darlinksss!?

These negative attributes cross cultures too.

And, those worst essentially arrogant habits are generated by the most evil of all 'cultural' developments - 'class' itself.

And class is but one of the, perhaps the most unwanted, untrue and thence unnecessary developments any nation can want.

It is certainly one of the most detrimental elements of the species.

It is to be sure, part of an 'evolutionary' aspect, an evolutionary 'growth' in the hominid, mainly so some of us can concentrate on elements of improvement to 'life' as we know, need, and want to enjoy it.

Howvaar, as usual with the lost tribes, it quickly gets out of control and out of order.

Before long it becomes the most heinous element, and does nothing but cause, promote and increase division across nations, tribes, suburbs and families.

I put it's roots down to the ancient growth of individuals having too much wealth for themselves, for their immediate families, friends, sycophants, pretendlies, cronies, servants and assistants. ET cetera.

But it is promoted and caused mostly by errant religious indoctrination, methinks.

And [western] religion of modern times, is the infiltrating servant of the landed elites.

These, exist and have grown on centuries of bad laws.

In essence, bad land laws, where dynasties growing too powerful from past predecessor-warlords conquering too much land for themselves to 'reign over', and thereafter inventing, or having their inner circles of advisers, aides and like minded chieftains inventing false laws to maintain the order of them being the ones who profit most from the labors of those soldiers and slaves who do the manual work of growing foods, building fortresses, making tools, equipment, weapons, and the refined accouterments the spoiled scum-on-top-of-the-pool reckon is their right to have, to possess, and to exclusively enjoy.

It is likely that a long time before this bad arrogant attitude of disregard for all members of the tribes became the trend in the castles and manor houses of the senior most members of a clan, family, tribe and cult, that the rot began and set in.

But all the 'refined' elements the now 'upper-classes' enjoy, have been labored over by lower class employees. Ie., people who showed talents, so were selected out of the throng and given privileged space, foods, and time to focus on developing and inventing things which impressed the elite.

Well before any such division of roles and duties and privilege, when all members had roles in keeping the tribe fed and clothed and housed and such, things were purer, agrarian - when need was even, everyone had the same basic needs.

Sycophancy and speciousness, falsity and bullshit weren't around.

People were Honest. There wasn't the evil of pretendliness, and thus, of frenemies.

Today, with the most evil unjust and inequitable land distribution laws the earth could see, the dominant director of culture, pretendly frenemies, has become the dominant trend.

We ignore this, and continue on our really foolish pretendly ways, at our peril.

JUST DEFIANCE

Brayakooloong Gunai Indigenous Outlaw

Australia

All Praise the Immortals!

All Praise the Warriors who have fallen

Fighting for a Just World!

from the Travelling 4x4 Tent of

JUST DEFIANCE

aka

General Blue Meanee

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Social Media - A Place For Finding Genuine Associations, Or For 'Pretendly Frenemies'?

140202 Social Media - A Place For Finding Genuine Associations, Or For 'Pretendly Frenemies'?

Damn it's difficult!

Reaching out after at least 20 years of being perniciously, and quite unjustly exiled from family, friends, and all associations, be-they drug dealers, or 'legitimate' business persons.

On top of that, the idiot Hell's Angels and their masters in the USA major crime gangs, y'know, the baptist, right wing, evangelist christian churches, the mormon Central Intelligence Agency CIA, and, their masters, the Freemasons, and above them, the jews of Israel, spent that last 20 years spreading the most heinous, untrue, rumors across the nation, and the planet, about me, to both fool people into hating me, so marginalize me further, but also to attract the least honorable of the species to hunt me out, as a 'sport' for their lacking minds, a 'thrill of the chase' of a vulnerable and innocent yet for my Dad's Integrity in raising me, an Honorable bloke.

And, behind causing a lot of this idiot behavior in genetic and cultural idiots, y'know, yer average white Astrayliarn, has been my very own [half] brother Don, who, since I put it to him in about 1993-4, that I was trying to 'clean' my own mind, history and the influences which are limiting my personal growth, and, that he forced me to suck his adolescent cock, when I was perhaps 10 or 12 years old, so can we discuss it and let me 'move on'.

I had no idea in the early 1990s, that ex-army Don was well into pedophilia by then.

Shit I was a naïve fool! Thanks mum!

However, thereafter, Don, losing favor in his preferred profession - upper-grade used car salesman - working his way up the corporate executive ladder with Castrol Oils Ltd, and on track to become a national Castrol senior, falling out of favor, possibly because his bosses got wind of him being a pedophile, determined, for my cheek of bringing up that minor incident some 30 years previous, to make it his 'mission of revenge' and to fuck my life.

Well, he achieved one thing!

But, since then, the whole load of crap against me, has taken on a life, a momentum, a force, of it's own, with every eager maggot, [so often white?] hypnotized by the same gossip-spreading scum, Don, his large 'multinational' military pedophile network, the crims-on-motorbikes, Hell's Angels and all brands of similar lower class nobodies, bike riders, motorcar drivers, and their kids, all of whom are very familiar with Harry Potter-type moral-free games and FUN! of abusing the most delicate ectoplasm of the occult realms, so I can go nowhere and do nothing without being stalked, photographed, 'haunted' and terrorized, by all manner of shit, those who actually believe they're righteous and - HA - Humans!

Urging them on are, no less, the real estate industry, and the police!

Police who've been well informed and supportive of this, my unknown life of really [NOT!] being Jesus come back from 1960 years DEAD, 'steering' every aspect of my existence as well, since I was a teenager.

So, when I go online, and flick through whatever can occupy me for a day or hour or so, via the Google Plus network of 'chatting' on posted topics, Google, being as persistent and intrusive as CRAPitalist online services are, has the software select at random, I presume [HA!], people whose email addresses are in my contacts list, and 'asks' me if I want to include them in my 'circles' for chatty online friends.

Since some 2 years after 1st opening a Google gmail account, I finally looked into and filled out the 'About me' sections in Google Plus, so I could fool myself that I can still connect with others of the same or similar species.

Then I started surfing the G+ 'conversations' pages.

Generally, it's been the expected failure. No less than for my unknown shit-upon-me's, brother and fuckheaded crims on bikes, being 'evil' “Cause it's FUN!” little dicks.

So I have by now, maybe 18 months since I started looking at and commenting on the GooglePlus conversations pages, still not made, or 'started' one 'circle', even though there is perhaps 10, perhaps 20 people from around the cyber unknown world who have “ME!” in their circles, for reasons of bewitching values I'm sure.

None of them have sent me any form of communication via these sites, but I do get lots of witchcraft shots from their slimy third eye. Thanks dudes! Really happy to 'CONNECT'?

However, as I persist like a mongrel dog, at staying alive, only, singularly, to FIGHT whomever is so juvenile to try fuck my life that little or lot bit more, I comment to whichever internet news sites have the comments option.

Also, having uncovered the Himalayan mountains of information about myself, hidden lifelong by 'mummy' [“YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE, MY BOY!” She'd force into me as she sat forcing her witches bones into my aura and psyche, for hours at a time, when I was a kid], information which has really stunned me, making me captive to the horrors of it - exactly how her witchcraft wanted me [“My little baybee!”, she'd laugh at me, even in my late 40s] such that I simply do not want to know anyone anymore, such that I actually feel stronger about committing genocide of the lot of my white Astrayliarn shithead people, family included, if not first.

But, being stubborn against what I know has been a load of delusional and unjust garbage, initiated by mum's secret cult - possibly the Illuminati - I throw online every now and then, my own e-ssays about all this.

Sometimes, I send them to Barristers, and the media I am fooled into respecting.

Naturally, what with the pernicious control of everything I do and think, my internet and email are ceaselessly and fanatically monitored and, sometimes sent viruses, if I write something too honest about the source of all evil in my life - brother Don, his really sick, pedophile Australian and USA military, MI5 and MI6, CIA, and any cult of western jewish or Brit-Eurapean origin, or government.

So writing for assistance, legal or media, gets no response.

Ever. Not one! Ever.

Yet, when I go to the other 'authorities' for help, mostly, I get no response, or, “We're sorry, Mr Cook, you'll have to contact this or that dead-end line for help. We deal with blah-blah blah, not blah blah blah...”, or similar.

So, the options that present online when I go into Go Ogle

gmail and the 'conversations' pages, when the photo of someone in my contacts list appears as-if randomly, asking if I know these people and want to put them in one of my 'circles' which I have none of thus far, for all of the above reasons, stump me.

I opened one person's link yesserday, because it had mention of “The Guardian” news media in her intro info sentence.

But WHAAAH!?#@$%!!??

What the fuck would I say, in any sort of 'social media' type friendly 'chat' or, to evoke her, or anyone elses' interest in me???

Since I sent about four The Guardian journalists a request to send me a comment of mine, which they deemed was too offensive, so removed from their comments, two of their faces have appeared 'randomly' as I surf down the 'conversations' windows.

“Do you know these people?” the Go Ogler asks.

“Do you want to bang them?”

“Do you want to include them in your circles?”

“Do you want to talk trivial superficial shallow senseless shit with them online, and then pretend to be friends?”

SHIT NO! Well..., I haven't had sex for about seven hundred years, so yeah, banging a looker might, might be pleasant, were it not for the typical misogyny-making hexes a bloke gets when he's less than ABOUT 4 MILLION MILES from a female human?

But SHIT NO! I want to have an honest conversation HAHAHAHAHA! About what's really going on in the world, about them, as little as possible - for the first 30 years - about myself, then, but primarily, about this crap called 'my life', and about starting legal proceedings to

1, compensate me, by,

A, letting me watch every person I've known, almost, be torched alive, in ways which would make the devil squirm,

B, being paid monetary recompense in the order of enough to send the Banks of England and Israel, and all the British and Eurapean monarchs bankrupt,

2, to clear my reputation, by a public confession and begging for forgiveness from brother, mother, sister, and the rest of my 'pretendly frenemies', who have been paid handsomely for lying their little genitals off to me for the last 59 years. [Correction: We can be certain they've got very BIG balls. That seems to go with, be the result of, overly frequent masturbation, as is the trend and requirement of all western 'spy' agency employees, and church school kiddies. And crims on bikes. And real estate agents.]

and C, go through an undoubtedly long process of me being rehabilitated, so I can learn again how to enjoy the modern world, rather than being sent into hating everything the jews have ever invented. Et cetera!

So, 'social media'. Google conversations. Being put in and putting unknown people into 'circles' of groovy online pretendly frenemies, is a little bit difficult for this bloke.

“Confidence!” they shout online, on the 'Thinkers' pages.

“It's all up to YOU!” The spoiled comfy-fanny upclub insist, none of whom have really been denied the stuff denied me - by my own family!

Sister lies her fanny off every-time we 'chat' via SMS. Or, when I go to Melbourne, and drop in.

So false are they, is she and mum, and Don, that I've been to sister's house, and 'chatted' with her daughter, 'Laura', on two occasions. However, on those two evenings, neither of the females were actually 'Laura', and were two different women!

Go figure?

But what does she care? She's got a multimillion dollar inner city two storey, double terrace house, mini mansion, some 140-plus years old, all to herself and “MY BAYBEE!”, her globe-trotting permanent tertiary student IVF daughter.

She's paid, like everyone I've 'known', to keep the deceits flowing beneath the guise of being my 'protective' older sister.

So? How do I use these 'offered' contacts on Google Plus, to initiate

1, any sort of conversation between them and me,

which is not totally contrived, by some puppet-master listening-in,

which is at all interesting to the other party,

which will not be interfered with by any one of the world's imbeciles with Harry Potter up their sex-organs, [there's half a dozen of them on the next hill now], and

in which I can,

1st, of course, go through the ropes of becoming somewhere near familiar, with them,

liked, and

then leading any HONEST 'chat' further, away from trivial superficial, 'flirtatious' bullshit [ nothing against 'flirting'. It's just not in my software catalog of programming - I AM supposed to be mummy's cult's Jesus, so basically they want me to be ultra virginal]. I'm hopeless at flirting, miss every 'lead' and sign that I'm doing OK, and that it's cool to take any next more daring step without being called “RAPIST!”

But now, with all I know about myself, every time some female, liked, semi-familiar or otherwise, shows any 'interest' in chatting with me, I involuntarily baulk, shy away, firstly because I know I cannot possibly trust them, knowing full-well they are fully aware of who and what I am, or supposed to be, that I'm vehemently opposed to being patronized er matronized by any of them, and simply detest all falsity in any interaction with people.

As seems to be how mums evil matriarchal witch-type work on males, at least on this one [but, HEY! The blokes do it too] they twist any inappropriate or silly or perhaps too risque thing I might say, into being suggestive of me being 'stupid!', a rapist, or similar. They've always used their malignant minds to make me out to be guilty of sinful things, purely to put me on the back foot, so they can have occult power, thus control over me.

Even when i tell that i'm a misogynist for 59 years of female witchcraft of this every kind, they denigrate me, as if it's my fucking fault!?

I stay well away from everyone because of this.

Knowing how ready and easy it seems to be for others to be so low and evil, I never go far in arguing my innocence or case, because I've also been irreparably abused and lied to and set-up by every police force in Australia, [other than Tassie's, WA's and SAs, for not having engaged with them].

So I know if a dispute went more than for a few seconds, the other party - ALWAYS innocent - are first to call the coppers, who just love shitting on good blokes - especially the defenseless and innocent ones, like meself.

More times than I can recall, when coppers have invented reasons to check me out, a repeated line by one of them is “You're well set-up!” as they giggle and laugh, looking over my vehicle/s. The mocking inference being, of course, that they know full-well that I am perhaps the world's most 'set-up' person, being the fitted-up false Jesus of catholicism, freemasonry, jews, Theosophy, possibly now, the Illuminati, and anyone who wants A NEW CAR!, or a shed.

Whether it's my hard, realpolitik personality coming out, or the filthy scum who've used witchcraft to add to my unsettled life and reactions, I as often feel a want to bash others who expose a false front to me, often most when they bear a big smile.

Someone's going to pay for this unwarranted crap they've all added to making of my 'life'.

But, in the interim...., this goes onto my blogsite.

No-one can respond online, or elsewhere, because Don and kiddy-fuckers incorporated, all my passed pretendly frenemies, involuntarily inject their terminally immature hexes as they watch me try, or receive any response outside of more junior Hell's Wankers' online shit.

“FORGIVENESS???”

HAHAHAHA!

“Never forgive! Never forget! Never surrender!”

Thanks folks, for trying! Media, Legal, Social.

As they say

“Only the Truth, will set you free!”

Obviously, I die. Am reborn, somewhere, on earth I guess, having been captive of filth here. Grow up, bearing subtle knowledge of all I've learned in this shitful 'life'. Hopefully in a house and culture NOT drowning in sick, female, pathetic, ignorant imbeciles like Astrayliar. Am fortunate enough to be introduced to the Occult Arts of Justice and War early, rather than being the victim of it as is in this incarnation. Acquire the strength of mind, enough to massacre about 3 billion human beings, if not destroy totally planet earth, as beautiful as it was before the jews invented the wheel, and usury.

Then, leave this jew-trashed planet forever.

A truly Free Spirit.

I'm sure there's lots of planets in this universe, with a much better quality of people to the ones here in Astrayliar, and in the white, western, judeo-christian hemisphere generally, who will know I'm around, and would like somewhere to work from, slaying ignorant scum in shithole places like on earth?

Anyone interested in placing ME in their Google Plus 'circle'?

Yeah, that's right mum! “I don't know how lucky” I am, do I?

JUST DEFIANCE

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Drug,

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