Old Age Terrorists

Their secret is out. They pretend to be frail, helpless and flaky but they have a lifetime of bitterness and experience to terrorise anyone under 50. Public Enemy #1 as shown by decades of government economic and social repression policy.Sadly governments lack the will power to take the necessary steps

1 comment:

Les Johns said...


It might be of mild interest to you Craig, that the inspiration for some of the material on your expose of despicable old bastards responsible for the woes of the world ran as mid-day movie recently. In contemporary Australia and Britain, retaliating old ducks would certainly be admonished if not gaoled for defending themselves and the young offenders, well compensated and kidded to. Could never understand the reverence given the dead cockatoo sketch, although later jokesters muchly improved on it. The Python team’s writing talent was pure visionary genius, hard to see being improved upon in today’s bureaucratic suppression of both mind and body.

The “special” powers awarded police during that nonsense in your town is so Orwellian-reminiscent as to be frightening. A similar but less spectacular two or three days of bullshit is scheduled for this town two years hence, puffing up the dignitaries of great importance. ASIO will be recruiting more guttersnipes to smell our sheets, classify the pubes and monitor citizens communications. Blogs authored by critical oldies like this one will disappear overnight with its scribe, and not a soul will give a rats arse or even know.

In Queensland, the State policeperson who visited me after I disclosed and spoke disparagingly of two fifth column agents, felt obliged to murmur “darkduck” when I explained I was quite comfortable with my own company. Those whose presence is not feared by authority may entertain such notions it seems, but for an ugly old up-himself blogger, quite unacceptable and intolerable.

The ultimate elimination of the oldie is the driving force behind your blog Craig and perhaps you would appreciate some of the stuff practiced in stealth by the Australian Government. My blog silence and later references to Gulag was inspired by the police visit and his promise of a “mental evaluation.” It is coercive, summary punishment for mentioning disparagingly their spook agencies. The victim, a retired gentleman, ergo troublesome and unbelievable. I am not at all brave, and need to keep my driver’s licence so I followed his advice and shut up. So much for my self-respect. But the hell with it, better I fade in incarceration than by shame, that the stupidity of my antagonists be known.

Local cops had a demarcation spat with the motor cycle fraternity and were given extra powers to do them over, their already vast resource not enough. Police publicity advised the public to dob-in and deplore the bikie element. I had contempt for this moronic group, kidding themselves they were free spirits etc when in fact they were so clearly dominated by a hierarchy and a militant system as to be beneath contempt. They kept to themselves, or to the point, didn’t cause me any inconvenience so rightly, I have no fear of them, I do however fear the police who enter my home and menace my well-being by threats to my independence with instructions on how to think.

Gillard, the lady PM of Australia doesn’t really have much to do with the inner workings of the great southern land, and ditto Abbott should he gain the titular title. The self-important mouth of Queensland doesn’t run that State neither, nor will his successor whose appearance will be sooner than later. The real string-pullers with the grease-can are career Bureaucrats who interpret and mould the law-maker’s wishes to suit their own egos and intent and whose deceit condones multi $K annual bonuses for the officially accepted policy of pretence.

Cheers, Les Johns.