Small Town Politics

Pessimism, depression, anxiety, poor economic outlook, no prospects in the job market, no pub on a Friday night, no new car, no steak for the kids on a Wednesday night, and no beers for the boys on your birthday, no girls night out, no nothin’, full stop, diddly, nada, zip, zilch, fuck all to look forward too. That was life in a small country town if you were on the dole or on the diso’ or old age pension. Winter time and you have to turn down the heat because it costs too much, you know the drill, then you get depressed and you hit the bottle or sit in front of the t.v, and waste another night watching endless shows that have no meaning, get you nowhere and keep you up till late and then you don’t get a good night’s sleep. You don’t own your own home and the rents a nightmare, that’s if you can get a house, then you might have pissed someone off, in a small country town people talk, and if they have an ulterior motive then your fucked. You don’t even have to piss someone off, you might just be a stranger and they don’t like you because you come from somewhere else or they think your being a smartarse and have to be taken down a peg or two, tall poppy syndrome, short man’s syndrome, we the uber race. One night they creep in to your house, while you sleep, you don’t hear them, you never will, they were brought up to break into peoples houses, you know how I know that, because I grew up with them, and because I told them to fuck off they hate my guts. But, you are not ready for their devious little games, you don’t suspect that there is something in your food or drink that shouldn’t be there, how would you know, until it was too late and it was poison, would you know what to do, what do you do when you have been drugged by someone and they want to harm you, would you know what to do, no. Did you know that they are expert lock pickers, pick pockets, drug dealers and child molestors, no you wouldn’t, they act all nice and neat and prim and proper, wearing a mask of respectability and circulating amongst the well heeled, where the money is, and they make dammed sure you don’t get any of it. But if you are smart, or have a bit of dosh, then they come looking for you, and you wouldn’t have a fucking clue that these pathetic losers have got surveillance equipment aimed right at your head. Some sort of technology is employed to rob you of your wealth, health and self esteem, then they can drop around and say things like, “What’s up your arse today”, and consequently you tell them, and if you’re unlucky enough to have raised their ire, then they might say, “Have a drink”, and then it’s $50 down the drain and a hangover in the morning, and if they want to get you, then it’s a Mickey Finn in your drink, or get you hooked on the gear, so that they have another ready customer, “Looks like you need a pick me up, this’ll sort you out”, then you’re down the path of addiction. Months pass and they’re comin’ around to your house, being your best mate and hoping to make a quid off you, and when you realise that you are being dicked around and fuck them off, they come back in the night, without you knowing and slip a little something in your food. If, you “Dob”, in a paedophile for raping your child, or yourself when you were young, you will be attacked from their whole gang, just like in Donald, where a horrible little gang of wanna be losers can’t stand people from somewhere else, so they drive them out of town, just like they have been trying to do to me, and not only that, they don’t want me to meditate, eat healthy, go to bed early and just want me to buy their shitty low grade drugs that ruin your health, they don’t want me to work and they don’t want any one coming around for technical assistance in the field of computers. What’s the matter losers, didn’t you like me putting a graphic account of my life up on the internet, suffer shitheads, guess what, I want you in prison, how do you like that, I don’t just want you shamed, I want you jailed, fuckwits, Peter, you sorry little fuckwit, don’t you and your pathetic miserable little gang of wanna’ be criminals realise that when you drive women, children, families and decent people like myself out of a small country town, that it hurts the economy, and people lose money, there are not as many takings in the supermarket, not enough customers to keep another sort of shop open, and then the town dies, just drifts away because there’s no money, and it’s suffering from the onslaught of a little pack of hooligans and their newly acquired friends who just happen to be paedophiles, and not only that, you do their bidding, like a good little pack of morons, and then you welcome this disgusting little paedophile ring into Donald and help them terrorise people like myself , who stand up to people who rape and gang rape children and young women, and not only that, you have been driving people out of Donald for years and disrupting the economy of the town. When there’s no money, there’s no work, where’s the burgeoning industry Peter, where’s the development of the town, why are you and your gang trying to destroy the future economic prospects of the town. Do you want a town with a strong paedophile presence, occupying and dotting the landscape, are you one of these miserable bludgers that cut down all the trees, kill all the wildlife, have concrete back yards, what sort of miserable arse raping faggot are you Peter, and don’t forget Peter, I know where you live.