Jimmy the Jerkweed

Jimmy the Jerkweed, aka Jaaameeess Maaattthhheeewwwsss, ex so called combat veteran, gutless to a tee, shat himself at the first sound of the rotor cannons going off over a quiet suburb of Iraq. Poisoned me when he came to my house at Donald, stood there and said that it was his house, that he could cut off the security door, and could bulldoze it if he wanted too, then he stood there telling me about how his house mate at Donald, one time, tried to commit suicide, all Jimmy the Jerkweed could do was say to him as he was dying, “You’re bringing me down man, what am I going to do with the body, you’re such a downer”, didn’t ring for an ambulance, and for all I know he probably died and they buried him somewhere or ate him. Jimmy the Jerkweed told me that charming story, as I sat in my bedroom after he barged in to my house and told me that he lived there now, and that I was his tenant. As I sat there throwing up copious amounts of vomit, I threw up some 37 times that night, he told me that charming story, and how some Sri Lankan family used to live there, but he threw them out as well. Eventually I rang for an ambulance, and they said they would send a taxi to take me to the emergency department, when the taxi arrived I put a few things in the taxi and have not returned since. I know you’ll read this Jerkweed, so I am going to have you charged with attempted murder, since while I was in my loungeroom, drinking cups of tea, and you were nowhere to be seen, but you were in the house at the time, I heard, every time I let my tea brew, a little sound, as if some one was shaking a little sachet of powder into something, I heard you brush the plastic bag that hung on the fireplace, and since I was poisoned out at Nullawarre, with Cyanide and Arsenic, and when I threw up out there it was bright yellow, I heard you screaming out,”Blow it out of your fucking arsehole”, all through the night. But that is beside the point, remember long ago, at Mr. David Jantzen’s house, in Yuille St Ballarat, you were the jerkoff loser that came into the loungeroom, after I was drugged, and I had tried to save the 14 year old girl after she had been gang raped by 12 so called men, you were the one that came into the loungeroom, sat across from me, and said, “Do we do him over as well”, you were in the cupboard with all the clothes piled on top, filming the gang rape, I thought the cupboard looked strange, with a heap of clothes piled on top, did you enjoy masturbating while you filmed the gang rape, Jimmy Jerkweed, bye for now.

30 Benefits of Practicing Qigong

Qigong is a traditional Chinese mind-body practice combining gentle movement, breathwork, and meditation to cultivate, balance, and circulate vital energy (qi). Regular practice offers comprehensive benefits, including

reduced chronic pain, lower anxiety and depression, improved cardiovascular health, better balance, and stronger immune function. 

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Physical Health Benefits

1. Strengthens Immune System: Enhances the body’s defense mechanisms.

2. Improves Cardiovascular Function: Boosts heart health and efficiency.

3. Lowers Blood Pressure: Helps regulate vascular function.

4. Reduces Chronic Pain: Often used to alleviate discomfort, including back pain.

5. Improves Respiratory Capacity: Enhances breathing and lung function, particularly in COPD patients.

6. Increases Flexibility: Gently loosens muscles and joints.

7. Builds Balance: Reduces fall risks, especially in seniors.

8. Speeds Injury Recovery: Aids rehabilitation for injuries and surgeries.

9. Strengthens Muscles: Builds functional strength without high-impact stress.

10. Improves Digestion: Supports gastrointestinal function.

11. Enhances Bone Density: Helps maintain skeletal health.

12. Reduces Inflammation: Techniques like tapping help lower systemic inflammation.

13. Improves Sleep Quality: Helps alleviate insomnia and promotes restful sleep.

14. Boosts Energy Levels: Increases overall vitality and reduces fatigue.

15. Supports Detoxification: Enhances lymphatic system circulation. 

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Mental and Emotional Benefits
16. Reduces Stress: Lowers stress hormones like cortisol.
17. Decreases Anxiety: Calms the nervous system.
18. Alleviates Depression: Promotes better mood and emotional well-being.
19. Enhances Mental Clarity: Improves focus and concentration.
20. Cultivates Mindfulness: Promotes presence and self-awareness.
21. Balances Emotions: Helps process and release stuck emotional energy.
22. Promotes Relaxation: Activates the parasympathetic nervous system.
23. Increases Self-Efficacy: Empowers individuals to manage their own health.
24. Improves Mind-Body Connection: Enhances body awareness and spatial navigation.
25. Reduces Mental Fatigue: Provides mental rejuvenation. 

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Lifestyle and General Benefits
26. Accessible to All Fitness Levels: Adaptable for all ages, including the chronically ill.
27. Low Impact: Gentle on joints and ligaments.
28. Improves Posture: Encourages proper spinal alignment.
29. Promotes Longevity: Often called a practice for aging gracefully.
30. Versatile Setting: Can be practiced almost anywhere, indoors or outdoors. 

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These benefits are achieved by activating the body’s self-healing mechanisms through consistent practice, improving energy flow (qi) throughout the body.

I Am The Lord Of The Darkness

Poor Marky Boy, does he think he’s the Lord of Darkness, about all he’s the Lord of Darkness is Adrian’s big rotund anal hole. So, both you, Marky boy, and horrible little Adrian, are both, well oiled holes.

Australia, Run by Slags, for The Slags.

Well, well, well, is that the truth, is it, did Jacinta Allen, Anthony Albanese and The Police Chief Commissioner of Victoria, call me a serial paedophile did they. We’ll get this you treacherous rat mongrel bastards, it was I Henry d. Banwell , that was responsible for destroying The Group, that pack of rapist, paedophile, murdering rat mongrel paedophile bastards, that are responsible for multiple deaths, multiple gang rapes, kidnappings and various acts of cannibalism that has not been seen since the Roman Empire.

I was given orders in 1981 to get John Hankook, the ring leader of the then known criminal organisation based in Melbourne, called The Syndicate. Before that year, I was flown to North Vietnam where I engaged in counter terrorism activities with the S.A.S. John Hankook had teamed up with the Viet Cong, and were terrorising the local population of North Vietnam, I jumped into North Vietnam and engaged in a search and destroy mission, my kill rate was 17. We were unable to capture him and due to duplicitous means of the then current government, we were sold out to the enemy. I made my way back to Australia and then in 1981 I was ordered to seek and destroy John Hankook. Ever since that time ,I have hunted down members of his criminal organisation based in Melbourne, any way that I can, and using whatever means that were at my disposal. Since that time, I have been betrayed by just about every single person I have ever met, they all took the money, massive bribes, and treats to sway those people and betray their nation. I have been kidnapped 4 times, raped at least 33 times, been poisoned multiple times by everything from Sarin nerve gas in Donald 3 times, to cyanide poisoning many times. Since arriving in Warrnambool, I have been hunted and stalked and have been pursued by hitmen and criminals, whose aim was to take me down and thus take down the Wimmera Mallee, spread their evil to Melbourne, and then take over Canberra, I am the proverbial thorn in their side. I do not do these things for you ungrateful pack of shitty little losers in parliament and other places, I do these things for the children of Australia and the world. Today I heard that Anthony Albanese, Jacinta Allen and The Chief Commissioner of Victoria have slandered me as a serial paedophile, well I tell you what, slag breaths, I have heard that Anthony Albanese was a frequent visitor to the child brothel named Costellos in Sydney, Jacinta Allen frequents a child brothel in St. Kilda and The Police Commissioner of Victoria has a ton of child pornography on his computer. At present I am homeless, broke and received nothing in the way of help from any person, in fact I have been stymied every step of the way by those rat mongrel bastards and their disgusting shitty little mates. So today Australia, I shall ask God to place The Curse of a Thousand Lifetimes of misery on those responsible, and when I say, I am God’s right hand man and devoted servant, then I mean it. That curse means that you will be reborn a thousand times over countless lifetimes, and each time you are reborn by way of reincarnation, then your next life will be worse than the last.

Like To Learn Remote Viewing

intelligence operatives sit in focused silence. One agent, eyes closed, is engaged in a remote viewing session, surrounded by notes and sketches of distant locations. The atmosphere is tense and secretive, with shadows cast by the soft blue and green lights of the screens. Subtle details hint at covert operations, such as encrypted documents, surveillance equipment, and a wall displaying classified mission photos. The overall mood is mysterious and suspenseful, evoking the clandestine nature of intelligence work.

He sat and meditated, listened to the screams of various local Mincie boys, then he entered a trance like state, saw a large truck, a large red truck then gazed through the truck wall, saw the 25 kilos of heroin west bound Perth.

So you think all this psychic stuff is bullshit, Key people involved in the CIA's

Project Stargateinclude parapsychologists Hal Puthoff and Russell Targ, psychic subjects like Ingo Swann and Pat Price, and CIA/Army leadership. In its later years and review, the project involved researchers and scientific evaluators, such as statistician Jessica Utts and psychologist Raymond Hyman. The new American administration has announced plans for a grand AI initiative they call Stargate. That same codename was used during the Cold War for some bizarre CIA operations.

• Fifty years ago, Project Stargate employed people who supposedly possessed extra sensory perception (ESP) for techniques such as ‘remote viewing’ and psychokinesis (the ability to move objects with one’s mind), among other activities.

• How it began: CIA operatives believed that their Soviet counterparts might be engaging in the paranormal and therefore they couldn’t permit their rivals to get the upper hand. So in 1972, the US Congress allocated millions of dollars to fund the spy agency’s experiment in psychic techniques.

• The program was initially overseen by Major General Albert Stubblebine, a career Army man involved in intelligence. Serving under him was Lt. Skip Atwater. In all, no more than 20 people were involved.

• The project was subcontracted to the non-profit Stanford Research Institute in California (not associated with Stanford University). Russell Targ and Harold Puthoff, two parapsychologists, set about finding people who exhibited the talents required.

• They sought people capable of ‘remote viewing,’ a term they coined. Think of it as a kind of psychic version of a satellite imaging system — minus the technology. People with this ‘gift’ were supposedly able to see the locations of certain places and things in their mind’s eye despite being many miles away.

• Among the first individuals brought in was an Israeli nightclub performer named Uri Geller who professed psychic abilities. Tests were conducted, and Geller seemed like a natural fit. But he was soon deemed a fraud and was let go. He later became a world-famous celebrity who claimed to bend spoons with nothing but his mind.

• Next, they brought in a psychic named Ingo Swann. Targ and Puthoff were so impressed with his abilities that they published papers about his feats of remote viewing. Their findings were easily refuted in a public rebuke, and one of Swann’s colleagues outed him as a clever manipulator.

• Another promising candidate for the project was Rosemary Smith. She was an administrative assistant who proved…

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Red truck, westbound Perth, 25 kilos heroin, Sydney, 1600 Kilos, Meth, busted.

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He woke to the usual screams, information started coming in through the wall, ASIO were employing paedophiles, $5000 a week, to sit around, take drugs, relay information to HQ and rape a few children, that was what was being said from the surrounding neighbourhood in Horsham. Now it all made sense, the fake deployment, the mission critical objective, no intel, no support, no weapon, no ID and continually forced out onto the street homeless, with hundreds of people screaming the most bloodthirsty, spine chilling stories you could ever hope to imagine. Young girls being chainsawed in half, people’s houses being broken into, children being gang raped and brutally tortured to death after being savagely gang raped. Eyes torn out, people inserting their penis into gaping wounds in young girls bodies, just to see what it felt like sexually. Continually abused from every corner of the neighbourhood, 24 hours, each and every day, food drugged every time I returned home, with a dirty little ex. ADF soldier, being accused of travelling to Kandahar to blind young village girls if they didn’t suck his dick, with the very ex soldier saying to my face, “I have killed babies, I have done terrible things”, and this is the pathetic miserable cretin who suddenly turned up and booted me out onto the street after he poisoned me and was going to cut my throat and the people of Donald were going to cover it up, all with the help of the Police, and when I enquired at the Police station for assistance with accomodation, I was told that, “We don’t do that anymore”.

The Holy Grail

A casual glance was all it took, reading the local daily rag,Tai Chi classes, I wonder what Tai Chi is like, got a vague idea, I’ll go along and give it a shot. The hall was large with wooden floors and the instructor was a genial fellow and taught us the moves. After about three weeks the enthusiasm wore off and then we were informed that our instructor had to leave due to work commitments and would be replaced with another teacher. I had nearly quit but decided to continue and see what the new fellow was like and attended the next lesson with a measured degree of anticipation. I glanced over my shoulder to the right and watched as a Chinese fellow glided across the room and took up position in front of the class, I had thought to myself as I watched his entry, “That’s the man” and glued my eyes to his every move. I eventually learnt the moves and the six levels of the routine, Tai Chi 108 and practiced ardently until I had to leave due to accommodation issues. I practiced whenever I could and developed my skills over a thirty year period. Many tried to disrupt my practice, they thought many things that were untrue and feared facing me and undertook the ways of a cowardly thief in the night. Eventually they ousted me from my home and I sought refuge in a nearby town where I thought that perhaps I would be able to escape their depredations.

Then came the day, it had been a comfortable session the day before and was eagerly looking towards another relaxing session of Tai Chi. He started with Zhan Zhuang, then the limbering up exercises, then exercises for the inner organs and bone structure, so by the time he was up to Tai Chi he was relaxed and all parts of his body were limbered up and ready to go. He heard subtle whispers that had a certain allure and enticed the practitioner towards greater efforts and greater rewards. He began by testing the waters, would he hurt himself, at the ripe old age of 63 he sometimes had a certain amount of hesitation, not wanting to injure himself. He had practiced Warrior Luohan and found that he had not pulled any muscles and paused to refresh himself. He waited for the right moment and commenced his routine, he delighted in the movements and suddenly found he had the speed of a Bruce Lee or a Jet Li, whether or not he was as fast as or quicker is of no concern. He punched with the speed of lightning and his shirt cuffs made whooshing sounds as their blows found their mark.

He finished his routine and went about his business, over the next few days there were strange whispering stories, accolades that surprised him and he hesitated to take the honourable title that was bestowed upon him by the many voices of the wind. He was overjoyed by his success, a voice muttered outside his room, “We measured how fast you moved, you are faster than Bruce Lee, not as fast as Jet Li, keep up the good work and good luck in the future”.

As he sat at The Silver Table, he listened to the voices that sprang up from around the town, it was bandied around that four people had betrayed their profession and had been given a choice, a vital profession that should never have been betrayed. They had a choice, they could study with me for a period of six years and become real men and at the end they would receive a million dollars tax free payment, they would have been housed and fed as well. He waited until they had watched both the recommended videos and they debated their position with each other and the likelihood of success. They sought counsel and the organisers asked for my patience, he waited and thought that it could not be that difficult a decision, young and fit, a million dollar tax free pay check at the end of the training, turned into a well trained lethal weapon or face a hefty prison term. He waited till into the night, no one came.

Covert Operations and The Initiation

It began in childhood, all the way from that dark place, to the light, to the Earth. It was brutal training, no one knew, not a word was spoken, thrown out of a plane in the dead of night, placed under sedation for years, interrogated, all for the sake of the planet.Had it not been for a communications device, and a bit of a flourish of the pen, then all would have been lost. The world was steeped in illusion, minds scattered by a thousand drugs, people homeless, forests wiped out and the sea poisoned. Men lost their way, women lost their chastity, children begged for food in the darkness of hunger. Still the beast lingered, growing ever weaker by the day, word of mouth was the best solution, knowledge was key and wisdom was sought in matters of the heart. People regained their faith in their own solitude and sought comfort in the repose of solitude and the peace of a quiet place, an empty room, a forest glade, a babbling brook and listened for guidance from within. God works in mysterious ways, “Have you lost your way, do you seek the light”, he wondered to himself, “Perhaps a little turmoil and perhaps order will come out of chaos”. In times of struggle and duress, who do you call on, when all is dark and you are lost in the wilderness, do you open your heart and mind and seek guidance or do you curl up into a little ball, call out to your God, seek his peace and he will guide your way, if it is your time, then so be it, but know this, you will return to another life, born once again to loving parents, who will nurture you and guide you on the path, then you will make your own way and you will trust in their Almighty to light your path.

The Sloron Empire

They were the Minncie’s, basically a drug fucked group of paedophiles dedicated to the downfall of the human race. Their ways were perverse and devious, first they raised their numbers over the decades and then launched their attacks from various bases around the globe. They had long range plans and would amass great fortunes to fund their efforts. On certain pre-ordained dates, they would launch an offensive, their objective was to establish methods, test new weapons on the populations, and subtly influence government and security organisations around the world. Their children were brought up to be a veritable Jekyll and Hyde, street angel, house devil. Once they had established their battle tactics, they would begin by influencing the more susceptible elements of the population. Small towns first, then smaller regions of larger areas that had more access to critical infrastructure and facilities that were a low security issue and able to be farmed for information. Laws were changed down the years so that certain key elements and factions were given light sentences , then upon release they were provided with new identities and began honing their skills and learning from their mistakes. Key personnel were targeted, those that had influence and charisma, their ideologies were influenced and public perception was subtly guided to finance their illegal operations.

Those that had a public or even not so public profile were targeted and harassed so that their effects on the population were nullified, the ways of Spiritual beliefs were downgraded, so that any time that a person mentioned a Spiritual figure, their comments were met with disdain. It wasn’t so much as an abusive comment but a hardly noticeable negative remark that cast doubt into the believer. Whether it be true or not, but one figure was supposedly coerced, dosed with a forget me not drug, and told a heap of bullshit, so that they would not be able to use their trusted guide and so would rely on the advice of those that sought personal gain and did not work for the benefit of their nation and of their planet. Role models were abused and sullied, drugs, pornography and alcohol were promoted to the general public so as to lower their morals and therefore society would become more degenerate and therefore, they would be able to make more money from their illegal and disgusting industries.

One subtle way was to influence certain key events during a persons life, their first time in a church, a small child is taken in and shown the figure of a man nailed to a cross, with massive thorns through his head and his hands and feet nailed to the cross as well. The small child would hold their hand to their mouth, and ask in terror, “Who’s that man”, their parents would reply, “That’s our Lord, Jesus Christ, who died for our sins, that God his father sent to earth to die for our sins”. Can you imagine what that would do to a small child, it would cast doubt, horror and an absolute fear of God into the heart and mind of that child, he or she would fear that place every time they walked inside, their dreams would be filled with images of barbarians nailing God’s son to a cross, then they would live in a permanent state of fear and be able to be influenced and coerced and made to give up their freedom, their self mastery and their time and financial wealth, they would never be truly happy ever again.

Another way is to make every one fast, old and young, and go and say their prayers at whatever place of worship they chose, then they would return home, starving hungry and have to wait until an appointed time to eat. The little child sits there, looking at the clock, stomach aching for food, not understanding why he or she had to wait two hours for tea or supper. While they waited, they became anxious, their little stomachs began to knot up, they began to panic and therefore became fearful, their bodies went into flight or fight mode, simply because they were scared, scared of not eating again. The body would release certain chemicals that are triggered during times of stress or panic, cortisol is released and adrenaline, these two and other chemicals flood the body to aid in survival tactics, such as running away from a lion or other imminent danger. Finally they would sit down to eat, they would taste the food and find it did not go down too well, they were not able to eat much, little did they know that the body has to expell these chemicals before it can properly digest food. The result is that by the next day you are left with the refuse of chemically treated food in your stomach that makes you feel sick and takes days to eliminate from your body, eventually you associate fasting and prayer with dread and terror, the terror of starvation, and you lose faith.

They eventually were at the stage where they secreted four suitcase bombs in four capital cities, it was indeed possible, start a nuclear war and ravage the ruins and the remaining population.

To be continued?

One of Your Local Tourguides

He ‘Will’ look after you, sonny jimbo.

Out For A Steak Dinner

They had gathered at the White Hart Hotel, and were to rendezvous with the local corrupt coppers, or so they thought. Andrew stood drinking his jug of Bourbon and ice, he was in his element, pipes flowed abundantly and soon the room was filling up with the acrid smell of meth and tobacco. “Could be a good night”, Andrew mused to himself, “Have another drink Louie, have another J.D. on ice in a pot”, Louie’s reply was straight and to the point, ”Blow it out your fucking arse Andrew, I’m not having another pot of whiskey, you fucking loser”, and so the friendly banter continued, much to the chagrin of the publican. “Where are you going to get a tasty morsel from, Andrew”, asked one of the coppers, who by this time had explained their rather nebulous situation, “Should be able to pick up in Horsham, bit of fun to be had”, Andrew replied, “How do you usually pick up Andrew”, was the next question,, “Well, bit of green, bit of ecstasy powder and they are pretty good to go, once you start with a bit of light anal they’re usually rearing to go”, “Bit of green Andrew”, came the reply, “Yeah, bit of Roey, good as gold”, Andrew was always straight to the point.

Pretty soon the Gang of Ten were boarding a bus headed towards the Little Desert, they had been invited to a bush party, all the drinks provided, plenty of gear and whatever else was needed. They and their horrible little gang of miscreants stared out the windows into the darkness, “I hope there is going to be a fire up there, gets cold in the desert”, Louie began wailing to no one in particular, “They’ll have a fire you loser, we won’t go without”, remarked another of their brethren. Soon they arrived at the predesignated location, flanked by the local coppers from the area, who shepherded them with affable geniality. One of them sensed something was off and peered into the darkness, “Is that someone moaning”, was the pertinent question. “Oh yeah, that’s just Peter, we just want to know about Rachel and her family, you know, the one with the appetite for star pickets”, Louie spun around to confront the speaker, “Oh bullshit, you’re not going to stake us out in the fucking desert are you”, came the whispered tone, “Yes we are you fucking pathetic loser, think you’re going to target 37 coppers and 92 ASIO agents, well it’s not going to happen fuckface, guess what losers, welcome to your steak dinner”, before Louie and his band of wanna’ be Gestapo agents could answer they were all grabbed from the darkness, deprived of their clothing and were very soon, spread eagled on the ground on top of the nearest ant mound”.

Shenanigans at the O.K. Corral

They had wound him up to a high degree, spring loaded and ready to fire. Corporal Agarn strode out to the front garden and launched a tirade against his neighbour across the street, a one vocabulary wordsmith man with inept ambitions and a sense of the rancorous street urchins of New Delhi. “ I rheemed you hard Liam, and you loved it, me and my great big old shaggy cock, me and my 12 or 13 friends, and we all shot buckets of come since we were all on masses of ecstasy tablets, don’t tell me you don’t want it again”, and so the discourse continued from Corporal Agarn. Liam mused quietly, silently staring across the vast distance of the dimly lit street, “Rheemed me did you, well, well, well what are you laughing at Simian Man Child, and looked across at his other neighbour, do you want a banana to stick up my arse, since you are all so fond of my special hot sticky date buns, Steve, hairy love child of Caesar and Kobo, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Steve, in which you made a rare guest appearance, I think it was, and by the way, what happened to caravan man, didn’t he get busted or something, don’t cry Steve, oh hairy love God of the Seven Seas and Gorillas In the Mist”, Steve stood back, dumbfounded, “How did he know so much about my perverse and antisocial, maladjusted socially awkward behaviour that my psychiatrist said warranted at least 17 years of treatment on the most repulsive anti psychotic medication and fifty lashes of Madame Cat o’ nine Tails”, Sergeant o’Rourke listened, and recorded the whole conversation, as did Liam when he recorded Corporal Agarn bragging that he had rheemed him. Corporal Agarn lurched back inside his newly found grubstake, singing softly, “Install a Rheem, install a Rheem”.

A Quaint Gathering

The four corners sat around the dimly lit table and continued their deliberations, they talked long into the night, stopping occasionally to partake of drinks and refreshing drug concoctions that would blow most normal peoples minds. Lionel stood in the corner of the room masturbating, quietly, unobserved, save only for the solitary and seemingly uncaring glance from one of the seated occupants. “Well, that about wraps it up”, said Captain Parmenter and smiled in his colloquial fashion, usually reserved for his most sadistic of friends, “ We’ll meet again, say, in a days time, and this time we will have the secrets to the 369 formula”, they all smiled knowingly and Adrian even smirked, in his charming, reptilian, loathsome fashion. Corporal Agarn took off his old army hat and slung it in the air, he was looking forward to being paid his $10,000 bonus, “Should come in handy, be able to buy many more, many, many more tons of absolutely worthless, useless shit that I can just store on one of my 3 properties, don’t do anything with it of course, just buy stuff and take it home and never look at it again, but I enjoy the senseless achievement that comes with being absolutely drug fucked and brain dead “, he smiled, pleased with his soliloquy, to which all of those in attendance in the front room of Sergeant o’Rourkes lounge room applauded him enthusiastically. Dorothy, as she was called by the Fairlea prison guards and some of the more obnoxious visitors to their house, offered drinks, Kerosene Shandy’s for the more inebriated of the gathering, and, if so called for, a dam decent slug of 20W40, which they so relished. Danny passed by with a cheery, “Hope your balls drop off in the shower, you dopey pack of Pedo losers”, and all was well in the neighbourhood of Meyer St. Donald.

Done and Dusted

Corporal Agarn had announced his arrival, all the native flowers were decimated, much like Vietnam and the good ol’ days of Napalm and bulldozers. He proceeded to drone on and on and on about all of his contacts that he bought hooch off, where they grew it, the bloke with 3 or 5 caravans full of hydro up in Ballarat, who grew what in Donald, in great lurid detail, didn’t he know that the house was bugged, and that some of the population of the planet Earth were listening. I looked at him, flecks of saliva spraying from his mouth across the room, wild eyed and on something, “Oh, he makes this much a week, and he makes this much money”, and I thought to myself, ”Why are you even telling me”, they told me all about supposed members of various bikie gangs, how they ripped them off, blackmailed them and whatever other sneaky little capers they could engineer. All night, every night, great lurid, detailed filled stories about how they stood around after they had roasted a baby on the stove and one of them had cut off the baby’s eyelid and was chewing it, and remarked quite casually to his amiable companion, “Tastes like bacon”

Am I Going To Stop

Their plans were carried out with meticulous precision, though they had the planning capabilities and a strategic think tank to draw on. A retired military intelligence officer, with ASIO contacts in a past life, a retired former ADF member living next door, and the world famous Corporal Agarn, renowned baby killer from the Middle East, also a former part time Army reserve loser with contacts in the media. It was fairly easy for them to arrange, all their houses were linked via a communications platform so they could just brainstorm throughout the night. They would often crawl around my house and relate their plans and past events, in great detail, such as the co-ordinated attack on a male Victorian Police Officer, who they drugged with gas, then picked the lock of the door after disabling the security system. He was anally raped in front of his wife and child, or children, I forget exactly what they were saying, then after the five slags had finished and they had their trophy photos, they rohypnoled everybody and left, whether they put them to bed all snug and sound I do not know. They bragged incessantly about having gang banged, their term for gang rape, since the term gang rape upsets their delicate sensibilities so they prefer gang bang, sounds more like party fun than anything else, about having gang banged five Victorian Police Officers and that they were targeting 92 ASIO officers and their families, though they did say that they had assaulted 37 Police Officers, I thought this was all their insane bullshit that they carried on with to scare people out of town. Like they had been doing to people for the last thirty years, all due to the miserable losers called The Barleycorn, of whom I was informed about by a local, who said they had been targeted ever since coming to Donald. So it stands to reason, that if I at some time in the past, I could go to China and buy an invisible suit, (see YouTube, Invisibility cloak), then those losers certainly could, and if I can have some pathetic loser in The Bridge Mall Inn, show me a small vial of Rohypnol, then I’m sure you pack of disgusting pathetic Pedo Wedo’s could do the same.

Tales Of The Donald Mincie

The wild Colonial Mincie boys, used to congregate at the end of Buchanan Lane Beaufort, where they would gambol and frolick in the Autumn mist in utterly gay abandon. They would inform the denizens of the scrappy illegal shed all about their latest gambit, “Oh, we stopped him doing his Tai Chi today”, said the Invisible Mincie in the darkness, “Here’s the plan, we’ll keep him up for a few days straight, and when you come up, you can leave the doors unlocked, then we’ll be able to sneak in, in our invisible suits and poison him, come up at about 4 o’clock, make sure you cut down all those stupid fucking native bush flowers on his footpath, we’ll do the rest”. And sure enough the Mincie Boy Paedophiles kept him up for three days straight, then they drugged him and made him play his report over the stereo, nice and loud, of course the shrew from next door complained that it was inappropriate, though they both seemed to be quite au fait with having people screaming out tales of vile debauchery, horrendous tortures, gang rapes, drugging, cannibalism, child pornography being made in Donald and the like, those subjects didn’t seem to bother them at all, but when I played my report about a real series of assaults against myself, there were major complaints. Even dull witted Officer Pedraka attended and told me to turn it down, expressing the fact that, “We’re all part of a community here”, and looked at me sternly, you know, intent gazing, narrowed eyes, slight beading on the brows from perspiration, raised heartbeat, shallow complexion, etc, I was having trouble ascertaining whether he was on meth or something. So as the day wore on, they began their co-ordinated attack, after the visit from the stoned Officer, they began mowing the lawns all around the neighbour hood, first one up the road, then one across the street, then one next door, one up the road to the left looking on Campbell St, and then Corporal Agarn turned up and mowed all the native bush flowers down to the dirt and came back in looking all happy and pleased with himself that he had destroyed someone’s happiness, small though it was. I wonder how many babies he has killed, did he bayonet them, did he roast them for an evening snack much like they do when they are out of money in Donald, what was the tally, a dozen, a bakers dozen, did he hit the ton, do the AFP want to know about those goings on in Iraq and East Timor, did he hate Fretlin that much, I wonder.

Losers Who Followed Me To Horsham

When I arrived in Horsham, from the Sunday night to the early Tuesday morning, I could hear Peter Fielder screaming in his usual psychotic meth amphetimine fuelled rage, but then he ran out of drugs and had to go home and sleep. When I awoke Tuesday morning at 3:54, I could hear dirty little Lionel Calvarro, perhaps the Mayor of Donald, but more likely a mental ward patient, Lionels puerile boyfriend is Ian Mitchum, Lionel was backed up by Andrew Tanner, the person who has been on meth amphetimine for the last 27 years and his favorite fantasy is to anally rape young girls till he splits their anus open wide apart, that’s pretty much the mentality of Andrew Tanner. They were accompanied by someone named Sandra Heggerty, all of these people are from Donald, shitty little paedophile capital of Victoria, with their brain dead supermarket moron who can’t order in plain Nerada tea because I like to drink it, but has in the IGA, boxes and boxes of Nerada English breakfast tea. Other people included in their gang stalking efforts against me are Dixie Morgan, Rory o’Donohue,Louis Calvarro Montague Rothschild,Shane Rigby, Danny Mullainy, Billy Taylor, Gary Whittaker,Nigel Kennedy, Michael Moorcroft /Moorhouse and a host of other pathetic losers from Donald Victoria.

Marky Boy

A former staffer to Victorian Senator John Madigan has lost his bid to be paid compensation for mental injuries he suffered while working in the Senator's office.

Mark Banwell​, a former federal Liberal candidate for Ballarat turned Democratic Labor Party staffer, worked as an electorate officer for Victorian DLP Senator John Madigan for nearly two years from July 2011.

Administrative actions in Senator John Madigan's office have been described as 'reasonable'. CREDIT: ALEX ELLINGHAUSEN

He joined Senator Madigan's office after becoming friendly with him during the 2010 election campaign, in which both men were based in Ballarat.

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But in May 2013 Mr Banwell launched a compensation claim against the Commonwealth, claiming he had been bullied by Senator Madigan's former chief of staff, Stephen Campbell.

This, he said, included one incident in which Mr Campbell "became enraged, calling me and [sic] idiot three times in front of the Senator and other staff members".

Another staff member testified he had seen Mr Campbell tell Mr Banwell, loudly, "you're an idiot", twice. Mr Campbell denied this, saying he recalled saying, "don't be an idiot" rather than "you are an idiot" when Mr Banwell had suggested Mr Campbell was harassing him.

Mr Campbell also denied bullying Mr Banwell.

Mr Banwell was unhappy that his work role had changed, and he would no longer accompany Senator Madigan to Canberra during sitting weeks.

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He claimed that Mr Campbell had promised him a promotion and pay rise and then failed to give him the promotion. Further, he claimed, other staff had been promoted ahead of him, in an act of "wilful discrimination" by Mr Campbell.

Mr Banwell sought medical treatment for his condition, and a GP diagnosed him with worsening depression, anxiety disorder and adjustment disorder. A consultant psychiatrist also prepared a report characterising Mr Banwell's condition as being an adjustment disorder.

Mr Banwell lodged his compensation claim with the federal workplace insurer Comcare on May 14, 2013 – 12 days after the "idiot" incident.

Comcare accepted that Mr Banwell suffered from a work-related condition linked to a range of incidents, including the "idiot" incident and his performance appraisals, but said he was not eligible for compensation because he suffered his injury "as a result of reasonable administrative action taken in a reasonable manner in respect of Mr Banwell's employment".

Mr Banwell appealed this decision to a senior review officer, and then to the Administrative Appeals Tribunal.

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Both agencies accepted that the staffer suffered a psychiatric injury "to which his employment made a significant contribution", developing an adjustment disorder and depressive symptoms.

But last week the AAT affirmed Comcare's decision to reject Mr Banwell's bid for a payout, finding the incidents he claimed caused his mental illness were reasonable administrative actions, taken in a reasonable manner, in a workplace. Take from The Age, Melbourne Vic.

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The Federal Labor Member for Ballarat, Catherine King, has blamed her Liberal opponent's lack of experience for a holocaust gaffe.

Mark Banwell said in a television interview yesterday that Labor's schools building program was a waste of money and would 'be a holocaust' in a year's time.

He has since apologised.

Ms King says the comment was inexcusable.

"Look, I understand that inexperienced and new candidates do make slips, I accept that he has apologised to the community and really it's a matter for Tony Abbott how he wishes to deal with his candidate here in Ballarat," she said.

"I certainly do think the comments he made yesterday were an extraordinary lack of judgement."

The former president of the Jewish Community Council of Victoria, Michael Lipshutz, says using the term to push a political point is reprehensible.

"I think it's very offenssive to dredge up the idea of a holocaust against Jewish people for party political purposes,"he said.

"The holocaust was a very unique experience which sought to destroy the Jewish people and to use that for campaign purposes I think is reprehensible."

But Deputy Opposition Leader, Julie Bishop, says the Federal Opposition will not disendorse its Ballarat candidate.

"It was an inappropriate comment. It should not have been said," she said.

"He has apologised and I'm sure he's deeply concerned that people were offended by his comment."

Noble Corporal Agarn

It was the end of an era, a short era, rather mundane but still an era. James, my stalwart landlord informed me that he was coming up to Donald. Pick up his mail and that sort of thing, going to bring Marco, a friend of his who wanted some advice as to how to conduct deep research into the deadly herbicide/poison Paraquat, of which, due to it’s toxicity and the fact that it has been sprayed on our food since 1964 causes Dementia and Parkinson’s Disease, we will all eventually succumb to one or both of these diseases. Paraguay Dementia, I called it, but when James, my erstwhile landlord turned up, no Marco, seems his car broke down on the way to Beaufort, and Rachel had to go and pick him up. Though, when James arrived he was very friendly at the gate but when I let him in after opening the gate and we were at the front door, which I was unlocking, he declared that the lock on the front security screen door was his, which of course I agreed with, even though I had changed both front and rear security door locks, as once installed, any fittings belong to the landlord. This was fine but then he abruptly declared, quite loudly that he could cut the door off he if wanted, he seemed very angry about something, I don’t know what though. Then he told me that while he was in the ADF, Australian Defence Force, while in Iraq or East Timor or both, that he had killed babies, not a single or one baby, but multiple babies, actual number unknown, whether it was dozens or hundreds or a handful, or whether they had their own extermination squad or unit, is unknown to me. I looked at him sternly and my first thoughts were, Noble Warrior, Gallant Soldier, Special Forces Baby Killer, but my admiration increased rapidly, as I gazed at this ex Corporal towering over me, eyes bulging, arms tensed and slightly out as if to say, Yes I am a stern, tough, ruthless soldier of fortune, drugged out of my head but that’s because the war fucked me up so much. He then proceeded to tell me all about the Marijauna growers in Donald, he roared about how every second house was growing dope, Shane grew 50 plants, but the cops had to go around and tell him to tone it down, others throughout the night would howl about tales of Mary the Supermarket owner having 16 Marijauna plants in her hydroponic setup in her shed, I didn’t know and didn’t care. James then told me about how his mate Allan or something shot up heroin and tried to commit suicide, after Allan had shot up the deadly dose, James looked at him and said, “What have you done, you’re going to fuck yourself up, what are you doing man”, not I will call you an ambulance, since you’re dying. Once we were in the lounge room, I was playing some music on YouTube, he told me to turn it down, it wasn’t up very loud, not even louder than conversation. I told him politely that I was listening to this piece of music, to which he responded with another, :Turn it down”, except in a much angrier, loud, harsh, sort of bully boy type of tone. I instantly thought, “Baby Killer, Noble Warrior, Brave Corporal Agarn”, he then said to me, quite angrily once again, “You’re my guest, this is my house”, to which I replied, “We have an agreement that I live here, not as your guest”. Then he started exclaiming that it was so good to be back in Donald and that it was going to be good living in Donald again. After some time I began to feel sick, this was the Saturday, and began throwing up in the bucket in my bedroom, James, nobility personified, stood at my open bedroom door and went into a story about the bloke who committed suicide in my lounge room, or attempted suicide, the one he looked at and said “You are fucked up, man”, and then told me he had a lot on his shoulders, he was getting back pay from the army for six years of service where he was underpaid, he had the Land Rates office on his back, as it was incredibly taxing on him that he had no intention of paying his land tax, and that was a burden, and he had to sell Donald, and he droned on and on. I must add here that while at my front door on the Friday night, he said to me, “Anyone touches my stuff and I will smash their head in, I brought up my bobcat so I could bulldoze someone’s house”, I glanced over at his flat bed truck and indeed saw that he had a bobcat on the back, I wondered at this stage if he was sane, was he really going to bulldoze someone’s house down. So back to Saturday night, I thought I better get out of here, I was throwing up violently, James was , in a round about way threatening my life, I felt like I had been poisoned so I called for an ambulance and was taken to Horsham emergency department, where I slept on the floor for a while, first time in three days that I had slept, kept awake and pestered by the criminal gang known as The Barleycorn, led by the absolute putrid Peter Fiieellder, meth amphetamine addict extraordinaire, and then managed to be given a hospital bed for a few hours.

So today I went about organising temporary accomodation, consulting solicitors as to legal action, forced and illegal eviction, veiled threats, having to pay for emergency services, pay for food, etc, tomorrow I shall be having a nice long talk to the Police and consulting Victorian Legal Aid and finding a property solicitor to handle my lawsuit. It is at this point that I recall an anecdote James told me, he was in the back of a helicopter in Iraq, and he saw a bloke welding and working on his car in the early morning, he said something like,”Is that an gun or a flash down there,” and once the computer gunnery devices picked up the flash, the Rotor cannons went into action and chopped the bloke on the ground to shreds, destroyed the whole street, all the while Corporal Agarn had his head in his hands screaming in terror, he said the noise was deafening. So, bye bye Donald.