I have women that follow me around and are obsessed with me, I call it the Little Girl Problem. Their main aim is to sabotage everything, like manipulate the situation to make me look bad and get me kicked out – I mean kicked out of my house/ community groups, kicked out of Facebook, Rav, eBay, you name it, whatever they can do to sabotage my daily life they will try and do it – they have an unhealthy obsession and they steal, and it has been going on for 20 years, going back to NEGS girls. (Not 1, Winnifred O’Hare and the Witches of Salem Life Stories P8 - The Banging and Tapping page 5. Dry view from Front door looking over veranda at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin 6. My kitchen at 8. Pellaea Rangari ovata Banging on Metal - People who do signs are DISRESPECTFUL 26. You do not need to be partnered, to find joy, happiness and satisfaction in life 15. from Sibling Friend Jealousy I named this page “The Banging and Tapping” page, after I was being driven mad by a few of my neighbours. It would seem every time I would go out onto my back deck at Kookaburra Park, the old man neighbour there would start making a loud banging noise. What incensed me, was when I was inside, just on the other side of the flyscreen door that led out to the back deck, there was no banging – this guy seemed to only start his banging – {I assume he was putting in star pickets with a post hole banger}, it seems, he would only start doing it as soon as I opened that flyscreen door and stepped outside. So, when I was inside watching Netflix or something; but could still hear all that was going on outside NOTHING. Step outside - bang tap bang tap. ?? Plus, after I got so annoyed about this phenomenon, it seems some of the other neighbours would start the same noise if I went out on to the front deck. Mimicry - a sure sign of mental retardation. And, at a previous address in Builyan, the same thing, with one of the hick neighbours making this constant tapping sound on metal. For hrs, every day, he would do it. So, it turned out that the old man at Kookaburra park was building things in his big garden, and not just banging to annoy the crap out of everyone. I can’t say the same thing for the guy at Builyan? But there does seem to be a ‘thing’ involving banging and making loud noise, by backwards people, just to annoy others, and I am fairly certain that same guy (who used to fly a prate flag on his veranda, used to make barking dog sounds – just to annoy people, as dogs were not allowed at Kookaburra eco village. 1. Winnifred Hoerr and the Witches of Salem This is Winnifred Hoerr (Win), he is my landlord (right) Cate Rogers‘s friend, and X, who lives a few houses down from me. (Cate left him, and lives with another man now in Gin Gin). When I first arrived here, he showed me around the park, he introduced me to his friends across the trees from me, Beeke and partner. I have since spoken to Win a couple of times over the past 12 months, but really, I do not have anything to do with him, I personally find him a little unpleasant, disrespectful and insecure. However, it has just come to my attention that this whole time I’ve been accusing the couple across the road Mat and Naomi of dodgy behaviour whenever something of mine gets stolen, like “we know someone just stole something of yours, we heard them,” (why they don’t call the police is beyond my comprehension (you know the police can actually do something about, believe it or not). So, I have just acquired a bicycle, and have been riding around the park, AND I realise, it is NOT Matt and Naomi‘s house, it is Wins friend’s house, Beeke Smith, so perhaps it is actually Win, Cate and his accomplices stealing from me? Got me thinking, why would he be harassing me? So now, I have a story to confirm my suspicions about him; the almonds – which I notice, that photo story is now missing from my blog; so, I’ll recap here; Woolworths deliveries were doing a phase of stealing my food one way or the other, like not delivering an item that I had ordered, or removing it from my cart just before checkout (IT Nerds). (They have stopped doing that now, thanks to this blog). So, in one order, I had ordered 2 packets of almonds, and I saw them when they delivered it, and put them away, thought nothing of it. But I went round to Wins house later that day, it could’ve been the next day? And Win was behaving very strangely, one of the things he was behaving strangely about, was, about some almonds that he had, he was kind of using that sarcastic voice that women sometimes get when they’re vexed about something, he was going on about these almonds, he had some almonds, and I could have some of his almonds…. I’m like, well no thanks, I don’t really feel like any almonds. I felt, no, I know, he was under the passive command of his part time girlfriend who was there from Berlin, Ursula (Berlin, another German!) - she gave me these little herb pots from Woollies, as I as leaving, and I guess she thought that would make everything okay. Of course, it does not. Some people think this is how WW2 started, with Hitler under the command of his mistress and later wife, Eva Braun, who was a blonde, and had a dislike of certain other women who happened to be brunettes. They seriously think this is what happened. Women are to blame for everything. Btw, in Gunnedah, the woollies driver there used to stop at my neighbours for beers before he delivered my order, he was always late!! So, anyway, I left, determined never to return there again. But the next week I got my almonds out to do some cooking, and I noticed that 1 of the packets had been opened, and a quarter of the almonds were missing! So, remembering Wins strange almond behaviour, I strongly suspect, either Win knew that my almonds were missing, and or he took them, (possibly incahoots with the delivery boy?) - did my neighbours and the truck driver have a secret meeting before delivery? to determine a theft? Who knows?? But this almond incident makes Win guilty, and even if him just knowing about the theft and not him stealing, makes him guilty. This plus my later recollections of that man on 3 other occasions, in a train at North Sydney, Tamworth Art Gallery with all the girls sitting around him, and in the school library; makes him extremely guilty; I have mentioned that story on my blog about how Win looks like the guy that hung out in the NEGS library, all those years ago trying to engage young girls (the library staff specifically invited him; why NEGS staff let men from Armidale do this, is beyond my comprehension, that last bit needed to be brought into consciousness; they really do it, alike pimps.) But it gets worse, as Wins friend, my then landlord, who, I am pretty sure, is, infact my school friends, older sister, going now by a different name, then it was Wainberg, (another German) now is Cate Rogers), she was involved with the library at that time. She was friends with Win back then?? So, I think she and other older NEGS girls, plus house mistress Cathy Goldman, may have had something to do with all the stalking and harassment I have experienced over the last 25 years, including all the thefts that occurred at Bunnings and from my house when I was at Bunnings. By the way, she, Cate my landlord, told me if I tell anyone what has been going on, she would tell everyone that I have mental health problems – she is plain evil, and seriously, she should be shot, what a stupid dog. And can you see how the Mental Health Industry is a total scam – it’s just like the Witches of Salem. WAKE UP In case you haven’t noticed I have zero tolerance for thieves. I wouldn’t have thieves in my life. I would never consider even talking to someone who shoplifted or did petty thieving as an act of revenge; because they didn’t like someone, or whatever their motives - I would never consider someone like that a friend, ever; there’re pathetic and not good enough to walk this planet, let alone be in my company. This has always been the case with me from an early age. Deal with it. {I should add, also now, zero tolerance for stalkers or harassers - zero. Too bad if you made a mistake in your youthful naivety, zero tolerance.} Just so you know, there’s an old man, who gardens, who lives next door to Mat and Naomi, who put up at (one point) a pirate flag – in my experience, ‘self-declared’ bad people are just that, with thievery being the biggest dysfunction (although not as big as the ‘fucking idiot’ problem), so it could well be him too, doing the annoying harassment sounds? But also, I know Mat and Naomi got wind of the fact that I thought it was them stealing from me, so they could have typically quite possibly taken revenge, and did something really nasty and bitchy, which happens a lot – people are so spiteful (which I belief they did, and cannot discuss). Also, Cate insisted repeatedly that Mat and Naomi were innocent, but she has not said that about anyone else in that park, or anyone that I accused of theft or harassment – like she knows people are stealing from me, herself included, so she knows FOR SURE that Mat and Naomi were not. People give themselves away eventually, implying that Mat and Naomi were actually the ONLY ONES in the park not stealing or harassing me, automatically implicating herself and Win (and the old couple next door, the Elders, and the Hooker family across the RD) the guilty ones. Possibly Win might be a case of, seeing and hearing about everybody else steal from me, and or doing SIGNS, and so, he wants to do it too “me too me too I’m a bad boy”. Or, I have deduced that people do SIGNS basically to make themselves feel important and so they don’t go crazy with boredom, especially ones at Kookaburra Park, as none of them work. So, Win who would have a sharp mind, (did an engineering course at uni, just has never worked), would be a typical person to fall under the spell of wanting to do SIGNS, not knowing he inadvertently is disturbing the peace. Cate told me Win has managed to go through his whole life without ever working - isn’t that amazing, but he did build his own home which is fairly nice, so he must’ve inherited enough money to do that. Just imagine going your whole life without ever working, and he would be in his late 50s now, so I do find that quite extraordinary, to not even experience a fulltime job, working for someone, and earning money – what that’s like? Btw, I don’t believe Cate did much work either, but I recall Rachels sister, the Wainberg girl did work briefly at a small architecture office as receptionist. Well, so if it is her, she is now on Disability pension and is not sick, she is someone who has a lot of friends, they give their friends the pension, and people who actually have a disability miss out, such is the nature of this stupid country. {The perfect Centrelink recipient – a dog}. I suspect that group are indeed were from real nazis in Germany, as there was a big settlement of nazis after the war ended in South Australia, and that is where both Cate and Win are from. Possibly trying to be funny at someone else’s (me) expense. FUCK OFF. I hope those BIMBOS involved get cancer, and are tortured, see how they like it. Also, I got wind of the fact that my stories sound so awful, that they could not possibly be true, and as I am a creative type, I must be making them up – I CAN ASURE YOU, I AM NOT. I am just writing down what happens to me in my life. Also I’ve heard some people talk about creating your own destiny, and don’t just let things happen; take charge! I’m definitely all for that. I’m a fairly independent person, and I have created many situations in my life, which often have worked out. (Nothing would ever happen at all if I did not make plans and goals. But then of course some little jealous bully comes along when they see it WORKING OUT and destroys it. This is mainly what happens in life. And this is the part, I have no control over. And it is like a continuing theme, all my adult life. I’m at the point now where unless I had a lot of money I just can’t carry out my destiny, let alone my will. 2. Sleep Stealing and Female Doctor Manipulations Do you know how clever your body is? Honestly, its 2020, and it’s like most women have no idea what really goes on. For instance, when we sleep, we process everything that has happened during the day, so if you have interrupted sleep or no to little sleep one night, it means you will have difficulty remembering that day’s events the in the future. You will also be part zombie sleep deprived unless you are well disciplined. Did you know when you are lying down, signals are sent to the brain for body organs to relax (and heal if needed), - that includes your bladder, it is typical for a human to be able to sleep the whole night without having to get up and go to the toilet, even if they need to go – they can ‘put it on hold’ so to speak (obviously unless you have had a few drinks just before bed, there is only so much your bladder can put on hold). As I do not drink, aside from coffee and water, and the occasional squeezed juice, I DO NOT NEED TO BE WOKEN UP IN THE NIGHT TO GO TO THE LOO. So, for all the little people who have taken it upon themselves (WHO THINK THEYA RE HELPING, delusional) to wake me up at night, – could you please GO JUMP IN THE LAKE, the world would be a better place without you. And btw, I believe there is a deliberate misconception (purposely perpetuated) that I am a drunk, so these dogs, can work each night, all night to wake me up, it is a paid job, they are so selfish, greedy thieves, plus inconsiderate. My neighbour across from me on the highway at Kookaburra Park, has just moved, because they are so loud, - eventually THEY REALIZE, no it was not a bird, or a chance normal sound – they are deliberate people making noises in order to wake people from their sleep. truly UNACCEPTABLE behaviour - PERSECUTION. And, there is a female doctor at the Gunnedah Rural Health Clinic that is deliberately kept awake by certain paid people so then the next day at work she is ‘zombielike’ and can be easily manipulated with diagnosis and prescriptions, this is the powers that be in Australia, the powers that be, know about this phenomenon. After I posted this, that clinic was closed. The government does not like to think that there are “powers that be” that run this country, aside from them!! Also, waking someone up with repeated sounds means they will wake up without remembering their dreams. Trust me, this is a problem. - you need to remember your dreams to help figure your life and the people in it, out. While I am on the subject, lately (2021) something I can’t explain happens to me, around 9pm, I get extremely sleepy, EXTREME, Then I usually wake at 1-2am with many helpful thoughts/ideas bombarding me? like reminders of things I need to do in the garden, errands I have to make, things I have to clean… and such. - Sleep - so mysterious. And often I feel my mind is being used every night by people while I sleep for her first few hrs, and when they’re through with me they wake me up. Plus, that coward truck driver that wakes me up at 1 or 2o’clock in the morning by continuous noisy driving up and down the highway - a little birdie told me that this is some guys ‘act of war’ as he hates women, and since he is a coward, he targets single women/low income, to take his rage and personal anger out on, in society by being a nuisance in his truck/car. Why the police don’t do anything about these bastards is beyond comprehension for me. Seriously, they drive up, turn round, then drive back, repeatedly, sometimes all night. No one does anything. Not sure if it is the same truck driver, I suspect so, but they drive by Kookaburra Park and sometimes fires a gun, or the like. Loud bang. This usually happens daily. It’s not a shotgun because it’s not loud enough, but it is pretty loud, so some sort of gun, perhaps a starters gun for a race. They set the birds off, then the birds squawk for a good 20 minutes. After I posted this, that stopped. Sleep deprivation causes problems, biggest one being long term memory retention, and loss of focus. They still waking me up at my new address in 2022; Car horns are a form of noise pollution. It does state in the Drivers Handbook, that car beeping is permitted to warn pedestrians of oncoming cars, or to be used while reversing, to warn pedestrians who maybe crossing the footpath, behind the vehicle. You may not be aware but car horns are not to be used for anything else, because it falls under the category of noise pollution. Disturbing the neighbourhood, people and animals, or giving innocent pedestrians a fright. I am sure you could understand not everyone works a 9-5 job; some people sleep during the day re night shifts. I need to mention, you may not be fully aware of the nature of certain people, (I find in life not many people do, especially housewives) so I’d like to bring this to your attention; if you disturb somebody with your car horn during the day, that person may take it upon themselves to start beeping their horn in the middle of the night, to disturb not only the person who did it, but in fact the entire town, to spite you. For a heavy sleeper, they may not even wake up, and have no idea of this little war, that some irate night shift worker has commenced. When I write about it, it sometimes stops, especially on the same night I write about it, which is why I am updating this photo story and re uploading. And, another update: Trucks driving past at 6 o’clock in the morning on Sunday morning. This is Nuisance people on the road. The alarm bells should be ringing if you are someone that pays attention. I’ve had extensive experience with truckdrivers, and one thing I’ve noticed over many years, is friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday morning, truckdrivers are usually resting, asleep, or partying. And at these times there’s peace on the roads. So, this morning Sunday morning 11th Dec 2022, is a constant barrage of trucks at 6 o’clock in the morning going outside my old unit on the old highway - alarm bells alarm bells alarm bells. Why don’t they do anything about Nuisance truckdrivers who are polluting our roads ? 3. Old men in Trailers driving in Circles For some unknown reason I have old man in trailers who follow me around now in Gin Gin. I used to have boys who followed me around, and then I had girls that followed me around (the dogs). And now I have old men harassing me. The main thing they seem to be wanting to do, is commentate my life. I can only assume this has been learnt from sitting on the couch watching sports and drinking beer. (Seriously, try switching to documentaries you never know what you might learn). So, I feel those non-thinking idiots -I say non-thinking, because anyone with an ounce of common sense would know that commentating some girls life is completely inappropriate, disrespectful, and retarded behaviour -they can’t seem to see you that my life is none of their business. They literally need to be told to fuck off. So, fuck off you stupid old men. 4. Sound Harassment when I Exit my House I had noticed at Kookaburra Park Gin Gin, whenever I went outside, suddenly my neighbours would either yell out, or make a loud noise. They hear me open my metal frame door open, and respond with louder noise - like a primitive monkee. There have been times when the sounds of the person who yells out, when I leave the house has sounded like a little boy, but I’m not in entirely sure if it was a child, because I know that there are women who actually sound like little boys, somewhere along the lines of Bart Simpson. And I’m pretty sure that they have been deliberately pretending to be a child, as in to trick me, implying that there are bad little boy behaviours in play, as in, when you leave the house, someone is going to steal something from inside, while you’re not looking, which in fact happens, and has happened for the first two years that I’ve been here at Gin Gin; plus happened at Rangari frequently. Once at Rangari, I heard one of the dogs say that my house was like an art gallery, she couldn’t but help take something from it, when I wasn’t looking. STUPID, *&^% off. Although lately, when I have left the house, I have not had anything taken (oh, except, my birth certificate was taken 3 weeks ago, so there you go, still happens) - I haven’t left the house much because I can’t really walk, I have a Collapsed Arch. (Actually, I should not have left the house the whole time I’ve been here doing my gardening, because I agitate my collapsed arch and it hasn’t healed, soo painful. But I just can’t help myself, I am a gardener, plus I need to be able to do something. But gardening is kind of a waste because the landlord will just ask you to leave at any point, which she has done, making all the time and effort that you spent, a complete waste of time and effort). Landlord user. Labour user. Lazy greedy landlord. So, it’s either that “stealing sign” or this woman is yelling out because the opportunity has presented itself; she heard me, and then has responded with noise herself, like some sort of weird primal communication attempt, I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with her, there’s something wrong. Maybe she’s a musician and feels she has to communicate loudly all the time with her voice? Sometimes it’s not a human voice, it’s just noise, so maybe that times, those noises are literally from animals, it is kind of an ANIMALISTIC RESPONSE in my opinion, and I do live in an animal friendly environment? Who knows, but after writing this blog it stopped briefly. I want to further state today, now at Sarina, that ‘dumb dog’ back at Gin Gin who made loud sounds whenever I went outside; I am fairly certain it is the girl who repeatedly reminds me, that I live in “Cates house”, and not ‘my’ house. – Well, der! She has some major issues with territory- she is full on dog. I recall, I was harassed online in such manner, there were dogs targeting me, wanting me to talk about money, and housewives or something, they were on Facebook – they are truly greedy and evil, always wanting something from me – like desperate monkees in the jungle. They still hound me today. I have no money for you – you stupid retail thieves. Actually, in retrospect, this may have been my landlord Cate Rogers and her minions? {Formerly Rachael Wainberg’s older sister, she changed her name} – as I mentioned before, she is possibly the person hung up on ‘class’ re she thought I could not get Centrelink payments due to the fact that I was rich, when in actually fact that was not the reason, the reason was because Centrelink are cunts. Her fiend “Win” who lives nearby was also hung up on class. But actually, as I know all my harassment problems I have, are usually female, I suspect maybe in this “going outside” case, due to the extreme territorial land issues, my harasser here at Kookaburra might be male, and OLD, old man?? I remember David Heywood used to suffer from land territorial issues, as did Steve Carter, its definatly a male thing. Women also suffer from territorial issues, but not usually so much land related. They have whole other territorial issues going on with relationships and human interactions. So now at my new location, I have the same problem of harassment from neighbours when I go outside, by the child next door. It started off as the child, but now, the whole family harasses me. They are beyond a nuisance. They - that whole family, should be in jail; the bloody mother should CERTAINLY not be allowed to breed more dogs. What the hell is wrong with society when you are letting bimbo people breed more bimbo dogs?? This is the root of the problem, so cut it off at the base. I made it known that I was being harassed, and so the mother I suspect tried to do something about it, but seems to have simply joined in with an app that plays sounds – so typical. And also, a little bungalow was built in the vacant plot infront of their house, - I believe for the SOLE POINT OF HARASSING ME, but I suspect the person harassing me at Gin Gin, is the same person doing it – they travel up and use it for a holiday spot? -I saw an old man there when he was harassing me via tooting his car, it looked like the same guy that lived in no 1 on the corner there at Kookaburra Park, the one with all the fruit trees. He must think “oh I can harass some girl from afar, and not get caught – woohoo woohoo – get her, get her!” IDIOT Actually, it is not always neighbours making sounds when I go outside, also, people who drive past harass me via tooting, many times when I go outside; toot toot. Like yesterday, I go outside to feed my fish (as I do twice daily), and some idiot drives past and beeps - they do this repeatedly; go outside; they make noise - constant harassment. Someone told me all harassment is sexual harassment, so, what?- can’t they handle my sensuality when I go outside?? Juvenile bogans. Btw, when that show the Simpson was on; that crew are disgusting and cowards. Other people can see how discriminatory and humiliating they are, and I personally believe, that’s why they put that divine chocolate ‘Homer Hudson’ ice cream in my path at the supermarket, to try and make up for their revoltingness. (And only because other people could see – they typically have no remorse, people like that. It was a type of ‘peer pressure’ apology – this happens a lot. Still. All the time. {How could you think that would possibly make up for it you stupid little dogs}. Although exceptionally good ice-cream. I have a lot to say about people who torment me – RIGHT BACK AT YOU. Photo shows a bit of my living room wall with my art at Rangari 5. Finally, some normality when I walk outside into the garden Today when I went outside to feed my chook, I went out, did it, and came back inside. I can’t begin to explain what a joy that experience was, compared to how it has been, I’d say for at least the first 16 months of living here. Before, whenever I went outside, every single time, there would be some person either yelling out from one of my neighbours, or who would start madly tapping, as in banging a piece of metal or something. Perhaps even they would start revving their car. It is a fairly quiet neighbourhood, aside from the constant hwy traffic. But I suspect they can hear my metal door when I unlock/open/close/lock each time I enter and exit. I’m not sure what the proper reaction should be from having this ‘noise harassment’ every time I go outside, I mean it doesn’t really physically affect me, it isn’t abusive or offensive insults. It’s just extremely annoying, and basically antagonistic - I can tell you after experiencing so much of this ‘antagonism’, it does affect me in a very negative way, as I am extremely pissed off about it, and hence, you will have seen the anger come across in this blog. And why I dedicated a whole page to “Banging and Tapping”, see p5 And so, after writing about this phenomenon on this blog, I now enjoy experiences like today when feeding my chook. I haven’t been accosted in anyway and it’s just been so pleasant I can’t believe it, and still every time it happens, I think it’s a miracle. So, it just goes to show that writing about it and writing this blog in the public arena has been invaluable. Of course, the thought did enter my mind, that the person (who I’ve only just discovered, takes photo copies of my blog and puts them in peoples mail lockers - they may have put one of my writings in just the very person’s locker who was ‘sound harassing’ me. They’ve actually read how bloody annoying they are, and this is why they have ceased? I can’t say for certain. Maybe it’s just the spectacle of having me in the neighbourhood, and finally, after almost 2 years, worn off? I mean how could anyone think it’s acceptable to make noise every time a girl appears outside? What’s wrong with them, are they slightly retarded? I would also like to say, I suspect maybe the people responsible, who have stopped harassing me, now think intern, that they deserve to be removed from my blog - and I would like to take this opportunity to say NO WAY! What goes on in my life is being recorded by me and this blog, it can’t be erased, life cannot be erased. All those memories have been formed, and has gone into my psyche, to shape who I am today. So, I will not be removing any information about any details of the things that have happened to me in my life. I might rewrite it later and tone down the language but that’s about all. I did have one person email me, asking me to stop posting my blog in peoples lockers, and stating I was lying. AM NOT! I told her I am NOT putting photocopies of my blog in peoples lockers. She was rude. And there is no such person listed on the residents list, plus she said some other things that contracted what she previously said – her emails did not add up, I suspect she was one of the dogs who was trying to ‘engage me’ in conversation to try to ‘trick’ me – she seemed really stupid and juvenile, perhaps a school person, maybe a sabotager? Possibly my landlord, fake name – when she emailed me that times in with Cates whinging. What a liar. Her email breakasweat2021@yahoo.com – breakasweat – that is Cate, fear mongering, that is what she has been doing. 7. INTERNET AND Telstra plus prime video working together? I keep getting Nuisance emails sent me on a daily basis by different companies, but I suspect it’s all by the same person, a .com person Telstra, and fake companies. I have noticed, I have some stupid girl (dog) telling me that “she’s here” and she’s spying on my activities; maybe this is just her way of saying “I’m still here”. Well gee, I have an idea, why don’t you go jump in the lake you stupid girl. Am I the only one that can see the problem with this pervert girl? I am wondering what is wrong with her and the whole of Australia, when I have some stupid dog harassing me in this constant anonymous manner, and everyone thinks that it’s fine. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU ALL, WAKE UP 8. Pellaea ovata - Ovate-leaved Cliff Brake Fern This is the sweetest little fern. And it looks so good in my glass beaded hanging basket. I included this photo on my Blog, as I was somewhat advised, that some bimbo girl had stolen my photo and claimed it as hers! Not true, mine! I started my fern collection when I moved to Gin Gin, QLD, Australia, I have had a long love of ferns, but was unable to grow them in Gunnedah, well, except for Fishbone fern ofcourse. But at Gin Gin, they grow exceptionally well, especially on my deck that had 2 translucent panels in the roof. I purchased this one from VERDIGRIS, back in 2020. At first I had it on the back Veranda, and it was struggling, just kinda sitting there, not doing too well. So I moved it into the bathroom, and there’s not much light in the bathroom, I mean it was next to a big window, but the window didn’t see any sun, because it was facing south. But in the bathroom, this little fern came to life, it seemed to really like not too bright, and moist conditions, and no wind - so very sheltered in my bathroom. (Or maybe it just liked my ‘bathroom song’!). I had a good home-made quality potting mix with organic fertiliser, and Blood n Bone, and a good amount of perlite to aid drainage. Plus I sprayed every 5th day or so, with diluted Power Feed – it loves this. As you can see from the photos, it was starting to look really good in my glass beaded hanger, although, I had to move further north in 2022, and since then it has developed some sort of rust on the leaf, which I’m very disappointed about, and eventually died (same problem as my celery). It seems it was not too happy about its new spot. There doesn’t seem to be any information on the Internet, although I read on one blog, that this fern requires full sun! So I certainly know that that’s definitely not true!! That just prompted me to write this further more, and put a photo up! 9. Some Councils know how to do it 11. Trusty Ute on Rangari farm, with much needed window tint 9. Some Souncils know how to do it This shot of Google Earth shows 2 towns, one is a part of a town called Millicent in South Australia, the other is a part of a town near Bundaberg in QLD. Now, these 2 council planners know how to do it! In my opinion every house in Australia ought to be set out in this manner on a bush block. Caring for flora and fauna. So, you can see why I feel Australia is completely way over populated. 10. Scenic Rail Route from Perth, to Broome, to Darwin, then across to Lockhart via the new Underwater Scenic rail route, and ending up at Cooktown. Why hasn’t this been done already? Proposed scenic rail route from Perth, to Broome, to Darwin, then across to Lockhart via the new underwater scenic rail route, and ending up at Cooktown. {Stop wasting money on space related nerd activities and be more practical! Not to mention, the “mass” wasting of money, done by MANY local councils, in their fake roadworks projects – OMG, stop giving away all that money to little spoilt arsholes and their nagging bitchy wives who demand they bring home bacon for them. Such wroughting going on in Australia. Just because you have the “infrastructure” for those kinds of employments – does not mean you should create ‘workstuff’ to be done in this area; that DOES NOT NEED TO BE DONE – they are as bad as dentists who make up problems on your teeth, just so they can get the work, only councils are way more prevalent. I am obviously not familiar with all councils, but this ‘fake roadworks’ and or ‘un-necessary roadworks’, with multiple people standing around in fluorescents doing muck all, happens in Gunnedah, Tamworth, Gladstone, Bundaberg, Sarina and Mackay, so I suspect it is, ALL COUNCILS.} There are way too many other things that ought to be done instead, like burying the power lines, or tree planting – street beautification, and ofcourse A Scenic Rail Route.} Btw, the new underwater scenic part, has big translucent panels, so passengers can see the ocean and the occasional fish, perhaps even a crocodile or two. Like I said on my proposed new EastCoast Express story - ought to start acquiring land for it now gov, and secretly, otherwise you will not be able to afford it in 2084!} 11. Trusty Ute on Rangari farm, with much needed window tint By the way, the reason I wanted my car windows tinted is because I have people that follow me around, they must see a girl driving on her own and think it’s an invitation to be stalked. ARE YOU KIDDING, are you completely stupid you little morons, bugger off (btw, the definition of ‘bugger off’ comes from the word ‘bug’, as in to bug someone, as in to annoy the crap out of them like a fly - that’s where it’s meaning comes from, insects. It doesn’t come from anywhere else) Btw, my windows were tinted after I left Rangari, but they should have been tinted before I received the car at point of purchase, as I believe in Gunnedah, it would have been greatly beneficial to me if no one could see who was driving that Ute. Plus, when I finally had some cash to get them done, I had to go all the way up to Gladstone, 2hr trip, as no one in Bundaberg would do my tinting at a reasonable cost. The 2 guys who do car tinting in Bundaberg wanted $1500 minimum. The average price for window tinting is $250. Thieves in Bundaberg. But the guy in Gladstone who quoted me $250, and ended up charging me $250, at some point inbetween, his bloody wife tried to overcharge me another $100, it was only because her husband was PRESENT, that I was not overcharged in the end there too. You know most people don't have these kinds of problems in society. And these are exactly the typical daily problems that a single woman has. It all pretty much comes down to a lack of respect for me, and the really strange phenomenon, of the desire, an overwhelming need and want, to be disrespectful to me. A common enemy. 12. Ficus benjamina - Weeping Fig planted 1916 at Miriam Vale; along Station St, near Gladstone, QLD This big ole beautiful tree has withstood all the ghung-ho chopdown councils that have come along since 1916, which I think is amazing, and a miracle. Even though it is not native to Australia, I think there is a place for it here, due to its vast shade canopy, and its beauty. I could see some of these planted along Broad street at Sarina, so if any one has any house plants that are getting to big, and need to be planted out – plant them at Sarina! Or contact me. 13. Spot the Dog – what the really annoying adults do This extremely annoying game has been going on for years, the Radio National girls used to talk about it, and named it ‘Spot the Dog’, as it was such a prevalent amusement GAME for all the narcissists. Basically, it’s a tactic of annoying someone (me) in order to get a reaction from someone else nearby (who they call dogs). This is related to what I've mentioned before on my blog with certain people, behaving in a certain unusual way, like, if I'm upset, like stressed or angry, then they can sense it. I'm upset; she cries. And some people can do way more than just sense it, they really feel it, in their body, physically, and some of them can hear, loud and clear, my thought process if I am upset. Some take pleasure in it, (the narcissist), and others try to resolve the stressful situation for me, so they don't have to feel uncomfortable either. So, there are a group of people, who know, that if they make me feel "uncomfortable", then suddenly there's going to be other people appearing out of the woodwork, to try and do something about it. In the past I often felt like, you know, why do I have people out to get me? But in this situation, the point is not to antagonise me, that's just something they do in order to suss out who the 'dogs' are - they use me to do it, the fact that they are making me angry or stressed, they don't even care about that, they have no thoughts or regards to how I'm actually feeling at all. None. They are the epitome of selfish, deranged, unhealthy, weak and pathetic. Now, I'm fairly certain they won't refer to those people that they are trying to see, as dogs! This is something I've associated them to be, because some of them are so annoying, and follow me around like dogs. Maybe "leach" would be a better word to describe them, but after 30 years of this shit, I pretty much have had it up to here with the dogs, and the people who are trying to see the dogs, so I pretty much call everyone dogs. {And interestingly enough, the girls at the ABC must have also associated them to be dogs, as in, Spot the Dogs have been around since way before me. So, some of them are not leeches, as not all of them follow, stalk and harass me; some are very helpful, in trying to reduce any kind of stress or anger that I might be feeling. It kind of makes sense for me, as to why they would be helpful. But there are a lot of such people, who don't have a helpful personality, (they had a crap upbringing by crap parents), and these people cause problems against me, and for their own problems, in my opinion - what they hear and feel has nothing to do with me, it's like trying to blame the messenger! (That's just an expression, I do not think I'm a Messenger!) And there are a lot of people who can't handle what I have just described above, they think it's crazy or nuts, a mental health problem, but it is not any of those things, it's just the way it is - and it's human. It's not a disease or illness. Obviously a person in any situation above is going to have some problems in a community, but trying to deem those people as sick and mentally ill, is absolutely ludicrous. But I know there are many savvy people who do understand it, and have termed me as someone who lives in a glasshouse, (they suggested that I shouldn't call anyone names, in my thoughts lol! As you can see from my blog, I don't really adhere to that philosophy, I don’t believe in living an oppressed life for the sake of the stupid bimbo dogs. It's a good thing I have somewhere safe to live.) And above, I described people going out of their way to try and make me feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable is one word, but really their main aim is to totally piss me off, and the more pissed off I am, the more other people can sense it. It just so happens that my personality type is very cool calm and collected. And so, what they've had to do sometimes to piss me off has been extreme, if it happened to some other people, well, I don't think those other people would be able to handle it. But because it's been going on for so long now, they're organised, they know me fairly well, and know things that I don't like, such as waiting in queues in shops or malls (because I get harassed a lot at malls - I've written a whole photo story about 'mall dogs'. They're just a huge problem, I cannot go shopping at a mall if I don't want to be harassed. You know it is those people that harass me, and can't handle me - they are the ones that need help, mental health help. Maybe they need a mental health person to tell them that they can't discriminate in public, because that's what they do, deliberatley. I know Telstra dogs try to piss me off by switching my Internet off, so that if I'm out driving, suddenly my Google Maps is not working, so I'm in a difficult situation, not being familiar with Mackay, stressed about not knowing where I am or how I'm going to get to where I need to go, in the middle of traffic. (I'm never lost you nasty clueless Telstra dogs). But as soon as someone appears - literally some person just appears walking down the street towards me, well, then they turn it back on). Such annoying behaviour from Telstra. Oh, but guess what, a few days later I go onto the Telstra app to see if my complaint has progressed, and there's a link saying I have 27,000 reward points! I'm thinking how on earth have I got reward points? I don't know anything about it, so I clicked it, and I see I can get a whole lot of different free products by paying with my points. So, I go ahead and purchase something - it worked! Then I realise, that this is Telstra trying to apologise for pissing me off, by giving me something for free. And also, trying to turn the situation around on to me, by rewarding a dog. I would like to see a show of hands: who thinks by giving me something for free, this makes up for pissing me off, for the previous two months that I've had no Internet? Well, I can tell you for sure as hell, I don't think it's fair at all. It has been scientifically shown that stress is a direct factor in physical illness. So, anyone trying to “stress” me out, is trying to put me in Hospital. Why don’t you deal with that you little supposed tio regulators. BTW, Heath Barwick tried to do this at age 16, whilst I was on my “date” with John Peterson at the movies. Why don’t they talk about the dogs and these revolting games at school? image above (as its related Why are there televisions blaring in every single waiting room in Australia? Possibly the thought hasn’t occurred to those receptionists who put TVs in; we don’t want to hear or watch TV, while we wait for you or the Doctor. and, we certainly don't want to hear any DOGS. {EVERY bloody DR waiting room EVER.) Curse those revolting, evil, weak and pathetic receptionists. On my Pinterest account I have a created a Board called “Doctors Waiting Rooms”, and so far, I have 1 pin in it, it shows as lovely well-lit courtyard, with lovely manicured green trees and shrubs, plus a padded seat in between 2 topiary trees. – Now this looks PERFECT as a waiting room. learn how to live you stupid receptionists. Less little screaming brats, and more peace and tranquillity. 14. Another dog following me, is this one of yours Prime TV (now Channel 7)? There was an image with this story, it was a police webpage screenshot, describing laws regarding nuisance behaviour in Australia - it really is unlawful to be a constant nuisance, and the police can do something about it, if a complaint is made. So, I’ve written that I get harassed by the neighbour that lives across the road at number 108 Range Road, and lately the mother has stood in her driveway when I leave and return, like she wants me to see her, so I know what she looks like now. I think she’s aboriginal or islander, she has long curly hair. I have not seen any kids with her, so I’m still not sure whether she actually has a little boy or she is putting on voice and pretending to be a little boy herself. Because her aim is to harass me, and yesterday when I had to go into the doctor, she was there harassing me from afar in the car park, with that little boy voice winging, plus beeping, - a constant barrage of beeping, people who work in the area will wonder what the hell‘s going on, and they will have no idea that I am being harassed by stupid dogs. So, again I saw her when I left, and went up to the imaging place, she was there in the waiting room talking to what must be her friend, the imaging receptionist. So, this person is stalking me, and not only that, but verbal harassment every time I walk outside my unit (was, after Blog, greatly reduced) – But they can hear me. It would definitely fall under the police category of “behaviour that causes a substantial unreasonable annoyance or disruption”. I believe the reason she wanted me to see her, is so I put it in a complaint with the police. And, as the police get work out here, if called, they want that, friends with police?. So I’m definitely not going to be putting in a complaint to the police especially (with my experience with the Gin Gin Police - absolutely useless), instead I’m just going to write about it up here on my blog, and next time she presents herself, I’ll make sure I get it on camera, to add a photo with the story, by the way I have seen her car, it’s a blackish SUV with the words prime written on the back window screen amongst other words that I couldn’t make out. They seem to beep their car horn a lot – so annoying. I have had problems with certain people on prime television back when I used to live in Gunnedah, whether it’s the same people, who have followed me up here, I’m not sure. But she doesn’t seem to have any common sense. At the moment that whole family are pretending to be schizophrenic they are ridiculous. And not funny. Telepathic. (The thing no-one talks about, the taboo subject – fraid its real, morons, not a ‘crazy’ thing) te·lep·a·thy ( P ) Pronunciation Key (t-lp-th) Communication through means other than the senses. Communication from one mind to another by extrasensory means. The ability to know what is in someone else's mind or communicate with them mentally, without using words or other physical signals. People in the Television industry, are famous for te·lep·a·thy Channel 7 are the ones who inflated their strawberries, when it was heard I had a craving for Strawberry ShortCake. – to $30 a kg (normally $10) DOGS. And they especially like talking about ‘coming of age’ memories - like they are total perverts. I’ve noticed since I’ve started taking photos (screenshots) of the bimbos who do that, it’s greatly stopped, and OMG I should’ve started doing that years ago. I have to say, it’s mainly unknown actresses who do that, I don’t usually have many problems from the big names, only occasionally I can see they in not very good hands. Previously 2 different addresses, I’ve had issues with the neighbour’s dog barking incessantly. They (council) had given me a form to fill out, and I was to write down every time the incident occurred, what type of noise, and then they dealt with it. And so, I feel, this is what needs to be done with this family - this little dog family. Someone advised me that this family is known to the police, but I do believe diplomacy should be used when addressing the issue with the family. Just a ‘word’ is often all it takes for someone to ‘toe the line’. 15. Sibling Friend Jealousy I can recall at least 4 instances now {there have probably been plenty of others too}, where the sister/brother of my friend has been a big problem for me; The first one I have talked about on my blog extensively, so just another quick mention, my friends name was Rachael Wainberg, and her older, (2nd born older sister) was the problem. As it has turned out, she has been unhealthily, darkly, obsessed with me and followed, harassed and stolen from me over many years. I still can’t remember her name. And it’s like the bad sister, is so used to sharing everything with her siblings, that she cannot handle to see her sister with a friend - who is friends with them and not her - and so they’re jealous of their sister, and act out, like naughty child – still when they are fully grown adults. And of course, there is seeing another younger person with their younger sister, and they immediately think stupid prey like their stupid sibling. This is how Australian mother bimbos raise their families – with dysfunction. You know, there has been a lot of progress, development and evolvement in the world since cave man days – I do not see why there cannot be progress, development and evolvement in the family situation too. I forgot to mention “control” this is the main issue with her, she wants someone to control, {in the pretence of being “helpful”} - so a younger girl is her prey – she does not think to find a husband – well heck, there are heaps of stooopid ones who need a woman’s guidance. I noted, that girl, in her 50’s now, who has changed her name to Cate Rogers, has an adopted son from India- she now uses him. To control and ‘boss’ about. She is fully dysfunctional and sick. Then there was the time my flat mate and I’s unit was ‘cleaned out’, turned out it was an older brother of one of the Lebanese’s guys we had met socially. (Someone told me my theory of the ‘bogan immigrant’ being manipulated to leave their country and live in Australia, was applied in Lebanon too! lol -mm, I think it worked, Lebanon is now a very peaceful country, no wars there!). The other was a friend I met through TAFE, an older woman with a son, can’t remember her name now, she said her sister was selling a sewing machine, an overlocker. I was looking for one and so purchased it, but it didn’t work at all. So, her sister was trying to sell a broken machine for as working, - just thought she’d take advantage of the situation and her younger sister. I did reprimand my friend for having a bad sister, and she later got my money back! J You know this doesn’t surprise me, I mention numerous times how mothers with only one child make the best mothers, and any more than 2, a typical mother will not be able to handle. Well, this just reiterates that doesn’t it? Stop breeding and having multiple kids you silly mothers; you cannot look after them and raise them properly so to be without dysfunction – especially the jealousy dysfunction. Oh, I may be remembered another one, well, not so much remembered, but it may be him, the hoon: In 2024, I remembered my good friend from primary school, who I haven't seen for many years, had an older brother, John. I recall one day some guy came up to John, who happened to be within earshot of me, and said “John Xidas, I don't know how you can drive around all day like you do, I just don’t see the point”. So, not knowing John very well, I'm assuming he was one of those bloody hoons in Gunnedah that literally just hooned around all day. That's what they do - they just drive around, all day long, sometimes doing burn outs. {I personally believe it’s because they are bloody hopeless and can't think of what to do, so they just drive around}. So, since today, and for many years, I have had problems with hoons constantly driving up and down and outside my place; maybe this person is still one of them?? I would find it a little strange to believe that, as I recall his sister, my friend, was smart - so there can't be that much deviation between the siblings??? You know, I remember that son who tried to smoke me out of his mother’s place when I did that craft workshop – maybe he too is now one of those stupid hoon stalkers? “See a single lady, and just start stalking her"?? Considering I am secretly willing him and that family to get cancer and die, it seems odd he would still be hanging around… I guess here is a good spot to add; the issue of young men especially and their absolute (secret or not so secret) disgust for women who are not “pretty”. I noted my brother and his friends, at 16-22, when they talked, it was very clear that their bias and discrimination in this area is a problem. Also, I believe one of my friends older brother sabotaged my car, due to the fact that I was not a “pretty” girl. The old photo above shows my grandma/grandpa, - back in the day; Gweneth and Bill Flood, with their eldest, Diana Flood (my aunt), and their adopted 3rd child, my mother, Fran Flood. (Louise the middle child is missing from photo). The old photo below is one that I have previously uploaded, but it has gone, so I am attaching it to this story. It was a photo in the local newspaper who just so happened to spot mum in the park, and asked for a pose! I think I was at preschool at this time, they were waiting for me, however I have no memories of preschool, so assumed I did not go to preschool. But later dad insisted that I did go, so maybe, as, someone, told me, and I know this to be true, that a lot of memories are formed in the very young if there is trauma, abuse, shock, negativity… so perhaps my time at preschool was unlike any other time in my schooling, and I had all normal teachers/carers with no negative experiences!! Well how about that! (That was the preschool in Tamworth attached to the Calrossy school). I only remember going there once when Daniel was there 2yrs later, it was a family day; I remember I did not want to go outside and play games with the others, I wanted to stay inside by myself and play with the colourful felts that I had only just discovered! I don’t really recall my younger sister Penny, and I, had any jealousies going on, but I do remember in 3rd grade, with evil teacher Debbie Croft, she started playing sides with other teachers, against me, (she was pure evil); and so, I learnt, how people play sides, and can manipulate, which maybe Penny experienced later with our friend Amy?? Not sure, as I know I am not a bitch unlike Debbie Croft. But I am fairly certain Penny does not, did not harbour any jealousies, she had plenty of friends too. Our family was pretty functional compared to what I unfortunatly encounter now in the general community – it really pays to get you family situation RIGHT. 16. Banging on Metal - People who do signs are DISRESPECTFUL (far top, 3rd from the right) I recall at Kookaburra Park, my landlords boyfriend, one day banged his car as he went past the bit on the driveway, where all my trees had died (9yr drought). That was a common thing that those locals did; banging metal, in order to do signs. ‘You lose, your trees are dead’. They were huge on doing it at Gin Gin. Trucks used to do it outside my house, and other cars too, who drive past, at certain times, they always did it after my neighbour, David Hooker and Sharon Millet - or their kids – or their annoying guests left in the morning (I mention before people from the community would stay there, for the sole point of annoying me – I swear, it’s true, sounds crazy, but no, unfortunatly that’s what they really did, it has been a ‘thing’ for many years. Also, I must have talked about it before; the winning and losing signs? Can’t remember which one now, but it seems when 1 person does something, someone sees them do it, and thus wants to do it to. So annoying. It’s like ‘all the little kids on the block’, copying. You know; driving past my house constantly for hours, is ironically what a loser would do. So, you’re always a loser, so don’t come around here calling me a loser, as it’s the pot calling the kettle black. (love that expression!) I have major harassment from people in cars who drive up to my gate. There was a blonde who pulled up in the same car as my car, as I was putting the rubbish out. This is so typical, some girl who comes to my gate when I go outside. Or they make a noise when I go outside. And so, she banged her car somehow too, more metal bang noises - big on loud noise. There are no lumps in the driveway it’s all very smooth, there’s no reason why the car would make a banging sound, so it appears she came in to the unit complex car park, just to bang it. All I was doing was putting the rubbish out. Bimbos driving cars it’s an ongoing issue I’ve talked about it number of times. I used to have them just come up to my gate, beep the car horn and then drive off. Repeatedly. It’s the same thing now, but since I started writing about it and telling people what they do - they no longer beep. So, it’s not really obvious to someone who’s watching or visiting at my place that it’s happening, that I am actually being harassed by stupid airheads (that somebody has given them a brand-new car to drive around with). I talked before about “signing before signing”, like people who are smart and bored like to do signs, not only to amuse themselves, but they think they are being helpful as they can warn people about what’s ahead, or what’s going on, maybe use language that a ‘lady’ would not speak, and all without ‘the boss’ hearing. The unspoken kind, not everybody can see the signs, but I can assure you they’re real and it’s people who are creative do it. Sometimes they have been helpful, a lot actually, but there are a lot of bitchy women who do nasty signs, really rude, ones that cannot be spoken or just want to bully someone. Bullies. Mostly, I find the whole thing absolutely ridiculous, and cowardly, you have something to say, say it to my face. People who do signs are disrespectful, but mainly cowards. Half the time, if what they were saying was said to someone’s face, most likely, they would get a punch in the face. So, if you think you might get a punch in the face for saying something, then you probably ought not to be saying it in the first place - you idiots. Plane noise harassment, and deliberate targeted poison spraying on me regular flooding on farms with leaking troughs andfarmer polluters just really good NATIVE hybrids 17. Plane Noise Harassment, Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky above my House Plane Noise Harassment, Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky above my House Photo showing 2 planes messing about above my farmhouse at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW - they used to fly around and around, generally being a total nuisance for hrs and hrs, on a weekly, if not daily basis, over years and years. The local Prime news, at the time, one evening, said that the planes flying overhead in my area were from the Northwest flight school, owned by the army, however one day, when I was particularly fed up with all these planes flying over my house on the farm (in circles) - you know, that constant mmm noise, it’s pretty annoying. So, I phoned them up to speak with them personally, to ask them why they were only flying over and around my farm? The person I spoke to was an old man and he seemed very grateful that I had called him, like I was doing him a favour? He did not seem to have any explanation about the planes? Who knows if I was speaking to the right person, sometimes I feel Telstra put me through to just anyone, and not the right person at all. Just after I wrote this I sat down and watched the news, and in the finance bit, the guy said, Prime tv, had just been taken over by Seven, at a price of $131 million. You know I really wonder if they just make it up as they go along, does anyone actually know what’s going on? Little birdie told me they were doing fuel signs, as in “YOU ARE GIVING THE STUPID DOGS FUEL TO HAVE A GO AT YOU AND BULLY YOU” If that’s the case – piss off stupid non-thinking dogs. Start thinking for yourself. As I live on my own, do not talk to anyone, pretty much, except dad before he died, nor, at that point was their social media. So exactly how they thought I was giving them “fuel” I can only assume they have delusional mental health problems. Ooohhh, did I park outside your shop and not purchase anything? Or, oh yeah, did I not say hello to the stranger who walked past me down the street? and oh yeah, this one, did I not smile enough at the checkout chick?????? Fucking bimbos. This photo story has been deleted multiple times; I have had to re upload it at least 3 times now. Scared pilots. And update, since I moved to QLD, the plane harassment pretty much stopped. Although when I wrote this story and the aerial spraying story, while I was at Gin Gin, they started up again, but only a little bit, usually in the evenings. Living now in suburbia – it would raise too much attention “what are those planes doing flying overhead constantly in this area”. They are such cowards. 18. 2 planes flying over house and paddock, and yellow one aerial spraying poison on me I have had monumental problems with small planes following me around, and flying overhead around me, for years, (and years) they were especially a problem at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia. But they also followed me when I went anywhere like down to the central coast for my grandmother’s funeral. I occasionally still hear them, but after I wrote about them on Facebook in 2019, there has been a major reduction. As my area, and actually most areas in Australia have fruit fly, I use netting, which is BRILLIANT, BUT HERE IS A STORY THAT CONERNS YOU ALL: Each year my Strawberry Guava tree produces fruit, but it is always riddled with fruit fly, that’s why it is in the chook yard – for the chooks, as the fruit are ok, but not worth spending money on to put fruit fly netting over (unlike my delicious plums, plus others that have a whole netting tunnel) Anyway, one year there was NO fruit fly at all on my Strawberry Guava, and I realized that the plane flying over my house a while back was spraying - they sprayed all over my house / roof – which collects my drinking water – I have one occasion on video; (there were heaps of other times) You’ve got to be a halfwit if you think this is acceptable. Note, my house is at least 2 km away from nearest paddock/neighbour that partakes in BAD UNORGANIC poisonous aerial spraying (Tony Tydd). I contacted the local Gunnedah Middlebrook Air Service, that guy says it is not his yellow plane, he only has a white plane, but he like everyone else does not want to know about it, and said I was just causing trouble – COWARD SON OF A BITCH. And once there was a white plane flying over the neighbours, obviously him, spraying, when he saw me on one of his turn arounds, I was out the back of my place on a hill, he came right over to the house and me, and sprayed, the air was full and thick of the scent of pesticide. It all would have settled on my roof and next time it rained – into the tank drinking water, not to mention absorbed by my skin. THIS IS WHAT CASUES CANCER CELLS TO FORM. It was a little boy opportunist attack, I thought. Stupid pilot. I contacted EPA, local police and NSW Poisons Information Centre, and my landlord, none of them took me seriously, even though I caught plane spraying on camera - see above footage from my YouTube. The Gunnedah police said, they nor anyone else can do anything about the planes, - they think I am crazy and sent dept. of mental health out to my property (what century I am living in?) The EPA phoned me to discuss it, but that was it, he was patronizing and useless, the Poisons Centre said they were telephone information and advice service only with no regulatory power and cannot help with complaint. The 2 neighbours that spray in my area are Mark Tydd and Steve Carter – both “greenie haters” both rich. Why are people so stupid – those chemicals really do cause cancer, it’s not something that is said to fear monger. They leave behind a chemical residue in very small amounts, but it is still there. All the fruit you purchase in the shops will be sprayed with poison unless grown certified organic. I think some farmers out here have a problem with organic – they do not want to change their farming habits. (Even though they will make twice the money) It’s super easy to go organic, non-farmers (everyday people) should give it a go, start with cleaning products, cheaper, cheaper cheaper. GET NETTING YOU FARMER BEANS FOR BRAINS. So, aside from the aerial spraying, sometimes the planes just flew around my farm, or above Heath Barwick’s, in circles or do loop de loops – just being a typical little boy nuisance. They are joy riders, and I think people from Hollywood/ tv industry is involved along with local Flight School program. Also, fruit was taken off my trees that are protected under fully enclosed netting tunnels (before it was ripe) and then left outside on the ground, so I have no idea what is going on there (?) but someone seems to be determined to mess about with MY fruit trees. Could be a territorial thing by David the landlord? Oh, and a few years back I (being a way too friendly person) mentioned to the landlord David and Brenda Heywood, that if they want some nectarines, they could have some as they were ready, couple days later I went into town for the day, came home and the WHOLE tree was stripped of its fruit, literally 100’s. Oh, and my sister used to work for a local lawyer who said they get clients who try to sue aerial spraying companies, for spraying on their land. So apparently it is a common thing around Gunnedah for little boy pilots to spray where they are not paid to spray. My sister said it is impossible to sue without proving physically loss of stock, and considering the nature of how chemicals work, this may be impossible in most cases to prove, but she said, there was one case where they could prove it, a horse died, and so they won the case. I was told later, apparently, the pilot spraying toxic chemicals over me was a stupid dog playing sides – not sure whose side they were on, or what the horrendous fight wanting me dead, was about?? They don’t bother informing me of such information???? Those cocky arrogant pilots need a bullet to the ear, in my opinion. Btw, in a standard lease on a rental, it states; Landlord is to provide quiet enjoyment of the premises: The lessor must take reasonable steps to ensure the tenant has quiet enjoyment of the premises. (3) The lessor or the lessor’s agent must not interfere with the reasonable peace, comfort or privacy of the tenant in using the premises. I had complaints about harassment (noise, petty theft) at that farm (604 Bridges RD, Rangari - and my landlord, David Heywood, paid no attention, even though he knows all the neighbours out there, and was he himself plus his daughters most likely guilty also) As I write about monstrous things that people do, there are people who are curious, because they haven’t encountered someone like me, that has had so many encounters with evil people, they keep thinking I must have done something…. like most of them don’t believe me or did not believe me (hence why they sent out mental health workers – they are such stupid people…) it’s not until I really start writing about my whole life here in great detail, they can slowly see and understand what’s happening. And this particular incident, about Middlebrook Air Service poisoning me with toxic pesticides; there have been some people looking into that, because even though I alerted the authorities at the time, no one gave a shit. But there are other authorities who most definitely do want to know about these things, and those people frequently inform me of outcomes/reasons, things that I just couldn’t see at the time. And I was advised by such people, that the person who was solely responsible for this aerial spraying was Tony Tydd, who was my second next door neighbour down from me on Bridges Road. And he did it because his dog ran away, and was at my place and it killed one of my chooks, and I called the pound, the pound took the dog (I do not know what happened to it after that). I didn’t know that the dog was Tony Tyde’s, I assumed it was bloody Heath Barwick’s. NO ONE was looking for a dog at the time, and it had been there at least a week. So, Tony Tydd, did this poisoning of me, as an act of revenge. Stupid zombie farmer Tony Tydd - what an idiot, don’t blame me if you can’t look after your damme dog, and you’re in for some very BAD luck on a spiritual level. Stupid man. Although, he later came up and told me that he didn’t really care about his dog, he tried to be as ‘uncallous’ as he could, it was strange. - I’m thinking maybe he could actually see, eventually, what was going on, and thought he should come up and tell me that, inorder to get the war happy monkees off my back; because someone on his behalf, was seeking revenge, someone who was trying to play Big Brother – Fucking idiots that don’t know how ‘out of control’ they have become. I have noticed this is a thing, perpetuated by the TV show, Big Brother. Bimbo people are involved. I could give more examples, but not here. And even Tony Tydd could see how wrong the situation was, I seemed to be being targeted, so he intervened best way he could think of. The only people I know that are arrogant and stupid enough to do that would be Steve Carter, or the politicians of the time, one of them was from Gunnedah, and another one of them was from Armadale, it was when Turnbull was in government, and I know his daughter went to my school she was in a year or two above me (there is a whole big network of them). But the news people reckon it’s the electricity people, in Gunnedah, Essential Energy, who run ‘the show’ and ofcourse all the coal mines there. And have done so for many years now, which is why the politicians were trying to introduce gas to the area, but they were beaten down before it went ahead, and you can still see the empty gas pipes lying on the ground that haven’t been laid down. And indeed, there are definitely electricity problems in Gunnedah, if you read my photo story “solar panels not contributing to Electricity Bill by Essential Energy” on my About page, - I talk about how they overcharge people that they think are rich (but that’s what Centrelink girls do with pension/welfare – government department) And the electricity people don’t acknowledge solar panels (my bill went up after I installed a $14,000 5kilowatt solar panel system, UP) They are a scam. Thieves. A little birdie told me that apparently, they’ve done something about that in Gunnedah, whether they have a not, I do not know. But they did say they will close the coal mines down, which they can, so they probably did do something about it. (?) But being so out of control as to fly over me when I am down the paddock, and spray me with pesticides – is such disgusting stupid bullying behaviour, that only comes about from no discipline, so obviously still in need of a parental disciplinarian as an adult. MENTALLY ILL – that’s what mental illness is. Why don’t you bang the door of this man’s house down, and drag him off and lock him up in a mental institute – you fuckin bully police. And turning into bullies after not being ‘kept in check’ is a human flaw, one that is founded mainly on greed, and is found particularly rampant in rich men. Business men. Btw I have mentioned that I do not really follow political stories much and I have not been a big tv news watcher, but now, after not being able to walk for the past 5 years due to my foot, sometimes I watch the news, and they tell me the Gas companies have now formed a Cartel. So that’s bad news I guess. Plus, it is a little tiring, hearing farmers complain of job shortages, when everybody knows farmers only pay peanuts. If they paid people properly, there would be no shortages at all. This is definitely my experience in Queensland; as I had to put an ad up for a removalist to help me, if I did not mention money, or only offered what I could afford, I do not get any response, but if I put an attractive price, I get at least 10 people contacting me. All the farmers I know are rich. Filthy. 20. Hickleberry IRRISPONSIBLE farmers Not only are there mass water leakages on farms, all across Australia, but I can’t believe how many hickleberry farmers I have personally known, in Gunnedah and QLD, that burn rubbish on their properties, including volatile toxic plastics. Do they have any brains at all? It is them who are destroying this planet. Someone needs to come along and kick those farmers arses into gear. Btw, this story was stolen off this website, and all my other farmer related ones too. I redid it, shame on IT nerds that protect famers. Farmers are not Gods. Free image photo below from wiki; burning rubbish is a 3rd world problem, not a problem that should exist in Gunnedah or QLD. Wake up. I did personally write a letter to Gunnedah council advising them that in QLD, all areas are serviced by weekly dump trucks, including remote farms – and so that has helped combat the problem of people dumping their rubbish in QLD (bar all the stupid hillbillys that live around the Gladstone area), and so Gunnedah council should service all the farming district with bins and weekly picks ups, otherwise, farmers will continue to burn on their farms. Incase you did not know, there are heaps of non-thinking twits in the farming community. Mongrels. 21. Wilderness story and the real problem of kerbing population I remember as a child, my grandmother used to make donations to the Wilderness society. I stumbled across their website one day, quickly read their front page. Sounded good. Signed up for the newsletter. Over the next few weeks, I received a daily email, maybe it was every second or third day… In it, were issues that were kind of annoying. Like, “eating meat is bad, save the forests and go vegetarian”. And, “you’re not allowed to build in certain areas”, and “no air strips on the island”, and “we want more land regulations”. They were proposing some really restrictive ideas. You know, if I wanted to build my dream home, {well, if I could}, then I would want to build in a pristine area, it certainly wouldn’t be in a dirty treeless suburban area! So, I was ticked off by their newsletters, because they were nowhere near proposing a real solution to all those problems which is kerbing population. So of course, I contacted them, and said “if you want to save the planet the only thing that’s going to save it is to curb breeding, why don’t you start a STOP BREEDING campaign?” Of course, they never got back to me. Nobody acknowledges the real issue. And it’s the number one issue in the whole world. Nobody except for me, seems to even acknowledge the problem. I do also love watching nature documentaries on Prime or Netflix. Did you know Madagascar has cleared all but 3% of its forest. Stupid Madagascans. I could have applied diplomacy here, but I feel diplomacy could have only been applied anywhere up to 40% of cleared land, any more clearing after that deserves utter frankness. You know, for every tree you cut down, you have to plant 3 in its place. It’s a common fact. Little behind Madagascans I am going to tell you a secret; immigration in Australia is not due from war, like we were taught in Grade 10, and like we are shown on television. Immigration in Australia is due from over population in other countries, and those “powers that be” wanting to get rid of their undesirables by sending them off to Australia (and America). PLUS, wealthy people in Australia wanting their investment properties and housing prices to go up. So, they want as many people overcrowding Australia as possible, to skyrocket housing prices, and that is exactly what is happening right under the noses of the Australia public, right now! This is one of the biggest injustices that is going on in Australia, and I don’t think hardly anyone can actually see what’s going on, let alone do anything about it. People fully believe what the news television people tell them. Blinded, by liars and deceivers. This is another reason why I have been ban from Social Media, and excluded from certain broadcasters - I can see through their bullshit. (eventually…). And btw, quite frankly, if you’re a woman, you’ve got to be an absolute twit to have more than 2 children, in today’s world, of all that we know today, as opposed to the past. In 2018, 8 million babies were born via IVF treatment. I could not believe those ridiculous figures when I heard about it. Newsflash; if you can’t have kids, then DON’T! Can’t you recognize a real sign. The pressure to breed and have families is absurd, STILL. You know, looking at this from a psychological point of view, a possibility and in my opinion, most likely cause of why a woman can’t have kids naturally; It’s like those women know that they’re not equipped to have children because they still feel like children themselves, so they have to seek permission from doctors in order to have children. All psychological deciding the physiological. True. Also, did you know this industry (IVF treatment), is not regulated at all? It’s run by doctors, mainly women who want to make money and not only make money, they want to be rich, because they are ‘doctors’. And despite my personal thoughts of how this industry is stealing thousands of dollars for treatments, from wannabe mothers, with repeated false ‘negative procedures’, there has been many problems related to this industry in the news, so you know there’s going to be heaps more problems that you don’t know about. If you can’t have a baby, then don’t. Wake up and stop bumbling, along like a flock of sheep. 22. Old Man Problems Old men wondering why I am not like them. They, who had hopeless parents and bastard father’s. So, as I am not like them, they create situations to try and turn me into someone like them, in really passive aggressive ways too - I can assure you, they don’t want to get caught. This particular instance I’m thinking of, was so passive aggressive I can barely even recall it now. It was something to do with my dishwasher. They didn’t like the fact that I had it on at 6 o’clock at night. (As I mentioned before on my Blog, the unit complex, I’m living in now, for some reason was built without any soundproofing whatsoever, and everyone can hear EVERYTHING that everyone does). There are 3 old men in the unit, so, they thought it was too late, and so they decided to take revenge on me (totally just like how a normal healthy person would think to do. *“NOT!”*). I think they might have taken something from my seed table, a plant, or knocked over my tiles, for delusional revenge. Oh, no I think that time, it was waking me up 3 times during the night, yes that was it. I was really pissed off about it, and decided that I should put the dishwasher on at 6 o’clock every night (it only goes for 45minutes) - do you see, that act of rebellion, stemming from bastard behaviour. It’s like what happened to them as a child, so they now want to pass that behavioural dysfunction on. It’s a major major problem in Australia amongst hopeless families who are just let loose to do as they please; fuck up the kids as much as they want. Leaving them ready as an adult to create problems for other innocent people, like me. I am going to add to this today, possibly the girl next door is the reason why I am having old men problems, they are trying to save her, save her from my 6pm dishwasher! So they took revenge, as in like a punishment for doing the dishes at 6pm (only happened once btw), by waking me up 3 times in the middle of the night or stealing something. But when my pink netting was taken, I heard someone walking about outside that night when I was doing my washing, someone who wore thongs, and later I saw my neighbour – she wears thongs, same noise I had heard. I think now, it must have been that girl (she has not given me her real name – as she is a thief), and she took my netting as punishment for doing my washing at 6pm. Could she be any more STUPID? She is friends with the old man down a bit, and they are egging each other on do it – to be mean bullies. so typical of coward people. You do not get to decide, when I do my washing you delusional idiots. And the real reason I have old men problems is because there are so many bimbos, who hang around me trying to steal something, and stalk me - so the old men hang around me to try and save those stupid thieving stalking dogs. 23. Spotlight Thieving Girls on Meterage, again, featuring Cathy Goldman getting the Dogs Since my blog started off as a means to do something about all the stealing, but also as of late has progressed to include a lot of other topics and stories about my life. I thought I should get back to my original reason, and continue my fight against thieving dogs. So, this is a whole new photo story to tell you about what the girls at Spotlight used to do. There was a spotlight at Tamworth. I had to make a special trip over to Tamworth to get cat food every couple of months or so, inevitably I would stop off at the fabric shop - I couldn’t resist. They often had something cheap in there that I could purchase. What I noticed after shopping from them a few times, when I got home and laid out my pattern on the fabric, it didn’t fit, and I would measure it, and I could see the girls at Spotlight had cut my meterage short, by sometimes up to 10cm. 3cm – 10cm short in the meter! And, on EVERY purchase I made. (And this was before it was washed). Maybe if it happened just once it would be a case of dipsy salesgirl, but on EVERY purchase – this means deliberate sabotage. THEFT. I’m pretty sure one time when I went there, a girl from my class at fashion school some years before, was serving, I’m not 100% sure, only 99%. If it was her, this would be another occasion where Cathy Goldman has gone and got ‘dogs’ from my past, and put them in my path, just like this, and, they have stolen from me. Yet another instance, I’ve already talked yesterday about the fruit shop, and the girl Cathy got, who stole my eggs. What the hell is wrong with that stupid bitch? Seriously? she needs to get a life and fuck the hell off out of mine – YOU ARE NOT INVITED you stupid ignorant thief of woman. Her mother must have been a failure. Oh, and no one tells you, but when you’re in college, with your class – get the names of everyone in your class, write it down, we have cameras now, so get photos to go with names. In 30-40years, you might be thankful. Oh, one time in Spotlight, I ventured down into this corner section with the knits, and it was really dusty, so after picking up a roll, I could not help but sneeze, and it was sooo loud, I really could not believe it, not only the whole big store would have heard me, but the entire carpark and block outside too. Scream Sneeze. I kind of looked around to see a reaction from people, - and there was that short blond bimbo staring at me – the one who steals, so maybe it was her telling the spotlight staff to shortcheat me?? Who knows. Fuck off stupid short blond bimbo thief. btw, also when I went to spotlight, something sewing related would be stolen from my house while I was not there, like my glass bead fringing. Same as what they did when I went to Bunnings in Tamworth. And by the way, after I realised what was going on, the next time I went to Spotlight, there were no girls at the checkout - there was a young male serving (I have never seen the likes of a man at any checkout before ever!). So, it’s not like I put in any complaints about the ‘shortcheating me’. I didn’t even have a phone connected when I lived at Gunnedah. Do you see how the dogs operate; they are such pervert’s and such thieves to go along with their personality trait. Btw, just before that guy served me, he reached into his pocket, and did this kind of, ‘cowboy’ manoeuvre, to remove his scissors, alike drawing a gun from his belt with a little scissor twirl rotation!! Like how they did it in old American western movies! J Quite humorous, a nice change from thieving dogs from my past. Fuck of Cathy Goldman And, btw, since then, dealing with spotlight, I seem to often get girls now with ‘attitude’, so bitchy and annoying. Don’t blame me for your stupid stealing antics. But I did buy a rug from them last year, and honestly, it has been one of my all time favourite purchases! - such lovely colour, and functionality; being right near my bed on a wooden floor. Here is also a good spot to mention I’ve had major problems whenever I’ve gone into those other little sewing shops. You know the type, that sell sewing machines and haberdashery and sometimes fabric. They are like a dying breed now, I think. But I had monumental problems with the little bitches who work in these stores - like they refused to serve me, and were rude. It was blatant discrimination of some sort; at the times I had no idea why there were such bitches. I realised today why, and it was not the ‘ugly’ factor that I experience from little bimbos at the Dr’s, who cannot handle communicating and looking at such a person. But it was the ‘Dog network’ – and those girls knew, that I have other dogs who follow me wherever I go, and those dogs see what I see, so if I see any dodgy business practices, they could be closed down. Like another textile company I worked for, who used to put all their over purchased unwanted ugly fabric rolls in the factory spot, where it used to rain and flood, so every time it did, every few years or so, they would claim insurance on all those fabrics that they did not want any way – the business was later closed. You really should not scam insurance companies! So that’s why those little bitches tried to get rid of me whenever I go in such a store. I think, or it could be discrimination of some other sort? A birdy told me it was someone at Greenfields who was stalking me, trying to manipulate sales girls into not serving me?? Not sure what that was about? Or who, don’t know anyone at Greenfields. Dodgy girls. This is yet another example of how stupid women are, and how they have no idea how stupid they are. It reminds me of some of the cunts I have from Centrelink, or they say they are from Centrelink, who knows, if they really are, but they're just dogs who like to hound people who they think are cheating the welfare system, possible wannabe vigilantes. Some of those people are so evil, their whole existence is just complete antagonism, disrespect and to be a mean bully. I'm pretty sure I've had one girl on my back for years now, until she finally realised she was in the wrong. – it takes them years to comprehend things sometimes. And so, she just stopped, I mean all of those years of torment and harassment from her, then stopped - no compensation for her evilness, no apologies. Just “oh whoops” - just like a stupid bimbo. But, you know, that was her “excuse” to be a bully. She was looking for a reason to bully someone, so she just made up in her head “oh she’s a welfare cheat”. This is what I find so many women do in life; they come up with excuses in their stupid little heads of why they should be a bully. Like “oh well she's on her own, so she's asking for it”, or “she smells, so she's asking for it”, or “she's a possible shop lifter, so she's asking for it” – or the most common bimbo one of them all “oh well, we are trying to teach her a lesson”. They seem to come up with all sorts of cockanninnie reasons to be a bully and go power tripping, like, they have no control in their life unless they are being a bully - THE EPITOME OF STUPIDITY. Furthermore, I said above so many women do it, but really, it's pretty much every single woman I encounter, is like a specific female dysfunctional problem, some men do it, but not all. Whereas all women do it. Well it certainly feels like ALL of them, because there’s been so many, and they often work in packs, like dogs. Bimbo related; this was why women did not have the right to vote for so long. And somethings still have not changed. One time, back in 2017 or so, I saw on the news that one person had wanted to “herd” all the bimbo girls, to ‘exert’ their will and control over them (whether this was male or female “herder”, it was not disclosed. I suspect it was female). But they managed to get a whole bunch of women, young girls, into a big hall, it was like a community hall, and then furthermore, they got all the girls to take off all their clothes, and then they were left there, by the “herder” for them to come to their senses! And so, the camera showed all these girls running out of the community hall, screaming, without any clothes on! Lol. You know it amazes me how this issue is not talked about in schools; women need to be told about “sleeping beauty phenomenon”. How they need to be woken up, to be aware, and why people don't like to talk about it and to wake them up: so they can be easily manipulated like those naked little stupid girls. The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) 24. Dorm Snoring Story I have written on my blog, about how I used to be a fussy eater, I was very petite. And well naturally petite, my mother was petite, but then due to a series of events, I increased my appetite, and put on weight, and I guess it was kind of rapid weight gain. Now, a part of being petite, was having slim air and lung passage ways. So, the extra weight around my face, and throat meant, that I started to snore. And it wasn’t like I was at home in my own room, I was at boarding school sharing a dorm with 3 other girls, and I would frequently wake up to a whole collection of shoes around my bed, as the other girls in frustration threw shoes at me, to try and get some sleep! I actually wasn’t aware of this at all and would just wake up wondering why I was surrounded by shoes! It wasn’t till one of the girls got her friends to sneak in one night and listen to me, who woke me up with their giggling, when I could hear the snore, as I woke up. So, I intern told my parents about this situation, my parents took me off to a doctor, and the doctor said that I had to remove my tonsils, then the snoring would stop. So, I did, I went off to the hospital, had that painful operation, and no more snoring. Problem solved. {well actually no more snoring for some time, but when I started to put on more weight in my 40s, the snoring again continued - however as I do not share my bed with anyone, it is not a problem.} - but oh that cup of coffee in the morning is good to soothe my dry throat. And I would just like to add, the girl that mostly threw all the shoes, and went and got her friends to acknowledge the fact that I was snoring, was a lovely girl by the name of Anne, and I know how annoying and frustrating it is to be woken up during the night. Sidebar; one weekend I was going home (we got two weekend outings per term) and on the previous outing, I had met some friends of mums, the Beggs, who were starting a snail business, is in, escargot for the restaurant trade. I told Mrs Begg, in Armidale at our school garden, there were heaps of big fat snails, I said I would collect some if they wished, and they thought this was brilliant. So, on the night before I was due home, I had a whole ice cream container full of fatty snails, on the bedside table, but, during the night, the snails escaped! And they ventured all over to Anne’s side of the dorm Lol!! (The Beggs later had a successful business and were starred on that good food show on SBS) 25. Daily Glistening Rain Drop Spectacle I have a memory when I was, maybe 13 or 14, it was when my bedroom was outside of the main house, a kind of lean-to addition. It was a great bedroom, there were 3 windows looking into the garden. It was holidays, I was home on holidays, I remember lying awake each morning, over a period of possibly 2 to 3 weeks, and every morning I awoke to see raindrops sparkling in the morning sun on the huge melaleuca outside. It was slightly freak weather; we had a little bit of rain every night, and I would get a kick out of seeing this glistening spectacle every morning. Every morning I would race to pull up the curtain to see if there had been rain again!! Actually, I used to ‘yearn’ for electric curtains, so I wouldn’t have to raise myself up, to pull the curtain. ClickClick, I wanted! Here I am 20 years later, and some genius has sold me an automated blind, all I had to do was plug it in, and hang it. Every morning now, I just have to press the button, Click! and suddenly I can see my beautiful fern collection on my back Veranda , with the morning sun coming through!! - you know it’s little things like this which make all the difference in life. Guess how much rain we had yesterday, 92mm! finally!! after four years of living in Queensland, and before that in Gunnedah with no rain since 2015 - finally, I get to experience normal rain and extreme humidity, with my dry towel on the Veranda now wet, just from the air. Hallelujah! 26. You do not need to be partnered, to find joy, happiness and satisfaction in life 27. Reference from Robert Cull 2-2-05 "Bulga Station" Gunnedah, NSW,2380 Australia 02 67432225 Dear Sir, Miss Emily Bieman has been an excellent tenant for just over 4 years now. She was more than a suitable tenant, caring for the house and the gardens. And always paying the rent on time. Don't, hesitate to call me if you would like to speak further. Robert Cull 28. Small Responsibilities I have just noticed another little story that has been removed, stolen or deleted from my Blog and PC. It’s one where I talk about how responsible my dad was! So, I’m going to put it here again with more details. And by the way, I was kind of prompted to write this because, I came across a woman who, well, there was just some areas in her life that she completely neglected, and wasn’t responsible for at all, like keeping her end of a fire trail boundary line clear of obstacles….plus heaps other things. I put it down to the fact that her father must not have set an example or shown her, how to be responsible about certain things. I don’t believe she had an irresponsible father, but perhaps he was busy and wasn’t around often enough to show by example or teach her these things. So, I guess what I mean by that, if you’re going to be a father - you have to be a father, you can’t just check in every once in a while, you need to put time and effort into it, and “hang out” with the kids. And just know your kids are watching EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE. It’s just as important a job as your career is. If you think your career is more important, you ought not have had kids. You FAILED life. So, some of the things that dad did, to show us {subconsciously} how to be responsible were; Driving slowly and carefully – he never speed’d, not even a little bit when the lights changed (I have had to rewrite that 3 times now!). He really didn’t. Being respectful, polite and friendly to strangers, council workers, everyone he encounted infact. Ensuring any outdoor activity with the kids, like collecting firewood in the trailer, or camping, or Barbequing; that all safety rules were followed, and there was no mess left. Making sure none of the kids left their bikes outside at night, or any other toys and games for that matter. He would always keep the garden tidy, including the verge outside. When we moved from the farm into town he would also clean up the litter outside our house; we had a little laneway, called Little Barber Street. This little laneway was surrounded by our high hedge on one side, and the neighbours very tall vine covered fence on the other side, and so when certain people turned down this laneway (like other kids), well, it kind of feels private for them, and secret. So those people take this as a sign to litter, because they don’t think anybody is watching. Dad would spend hours out there every year, for 40 or so years, picking up little pieces of rubbish; bottle caps, chip packets, cigarette buts, infact the whole of the service station down the road, confectionery department, would’ve been scattered outside our house at one point or another. Although, I tell you, if I was the homeowner, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to pick up all that rubbish constantly from outside my house. What I would do, is make a big huge sign, so that they couldn’t miss it when they turned into the lane, it would have a huge big beautiful eye on it (sexy) maybe with the words “I’m watching you right now” or something like that. I am pretty sure that would work, subconsciously. So, I’m not sure why this story has been removed, it is not even in any of my backups!! Who keeps deleting my little didi’s! Weird dysfunctional IT nerds (Obviously did not have responsible fathers). Here is a good spot to mention the rubbish in my new town; littering! Certainly, in Gunnedah, there was no major litter on the streets, I mean small amounts scattered here and there, but here in Sarina, there is bucket loads of rubbish, the canal near the mall is full of rubbish – it’s disgusting. People leave the shopping mall, and must toss packaging out the window. IDIOTS. I've noted there are a lot of islanders in Sarina, so I put it down to Happy-Go-Lucky Carefree Islanders with no discipline, and who have overbred on their beautiful island, so now come over to Queensland looking for work - Many in this particular town – they just litter away, in nonthinking absurdness. Plus, they also do not know how to drive properly. Bad drivers in Sarina, in fact of all the places I've ever driven around; Sydney, Gunnedah, Bundaberg, Gin Gin, Tamworth, Central coast, all over the place, I have never encountered such bad drivers like they are in Sarina; no signals, wrong signals, red light ignore–ance, not looking, driving out in front of other vehicles, breaking suddenly - oh man, so many problems. I can't believe how bad the drivers are in Sarina. Not sure if they are all Happy-Go-Lucky Carefree Islanders? But there does appear to be an overload of kids on the street, Islanders. Over breeding a problem. I think one of them in a hoodie tried to sell me drugs at the intersection just after leaving woollies one evening. I ignored the parent’s dog body. Also, I think some parents leave their kids waiting for them in the car, and the kids get impatient, and so they start beeping their car horn; annoying the whole neighbourhood. Having said that above about the ‘littering Islanders with no discipline’, I have since been up at 6 o'clock in the morning several times, and several times now have witnessed the local garbage trucks on garbage morning, they drive from bin to bin, and if there is some distance in between, then they get a little speed up, and the wind picks up the lightweight rubbish from inside the truck, and blows it out onto the roadside. When I witnessed this, it wasn't just like one or two pieces of rubbish, it was more like one or two pieces of rubbish every second! So, this would definitely account for the extreme amounts of rubbish on the side of the road here. I have put in a complaint to Council about this (after I did, an item of mine was stolen from my car, it could be related; Council garbage men don't like receiving complaints)? And nothing was done about the littering trucks, they still litter all along the side edge of the road. Stupid. Here is a good spot to mention; only a non thinking selfish twit would purchase balloons! With all the information we know about plastics, and the problems balloons can cause with wildlife, you would have to be stupid to purchase balloons. Many are made from polychloroprene, metallized plastic or a nylon fabric. I have since learnt some balloons are made from rubber or latex, which do eventually biodegrade, like many years, but so still don’t purchase. If you must buy balloons, make sure they’re latex. And, I should mention the rubbish pile at Freshwater Point; in a little nook off the road, in the mangroves, maybe a fishing spot, I saw a metre high pile of ash and pollution. It absolutely stank of toxic chemicals. It was so disgusting. I can’t believe how moronic people are, putting in plastics, and God knows what else, into a bonfire. It most likely is a teenager hang out spot. There seems to be a need for education in the rubbish and recycling area, and pretty much in all nature related areas, in schools. 29. Dim women don't know that you have to do right by people It astounds me how people (women in particular) don’t know that you have to do the right thing by people, all the time. You have to be on guard to do the right thing. If you don’t, the guilt will drive you nuts! I have people who have done wrong by me 20 years ago, and are still following me around trying to fix it -there’re such idiots. (Seems, so often those perpetrators are always the ‘dim’ ones). So, I thought it worth mentioning here; try doing the right thing by people, don’t screw them over, so YOU can be happy and free. 30. Lisa Sutherland, not Witches of Salem, but Witches of Doctor Receptionists According to Google this girl is Lisa Sutherland from Gunnedah. Lisa Sutherland is one of the stalking bimbo receptionists who are a part of the mental health industry - witches of Salem group. Their bimbo motive is “We are going to teach you a lesson” They are a group of bimbo women who target women who they don’t like or do not know (perhaps do not like their hair), and tell anyone who asks, in this case, she wrote a doctor’s report, on behalf of the doctor, but decided to deviate from what the doctor and I discussed, to, her own personal opinions with me, formed at reception, stating that I was “agitated with mental health problems”. (Yes, she really did that). Thus some 6 years later, creating a whole heap of problems for me with the stupid Gin Gin police. When really, she was just being a vindictive stupid lying bitch, refusing to give me a doctor’s appointment - exactly the same situation as the Witches of Salem over in America, all of those years ago who had people, other women they didn’t like, burned at the stake. It is exactly the same. The stupid police and the stupid mental health workers fall for it Hook, Line and Sinker, not only that, they encourage stupid little bimbos like that receptionist. {Also, this receptionists reminds me of the one who refused to give my mother an appointment some 30 years prior, in Gunnedah, when newborn brother Tomas was dying of a rare rib deformation – it’s like they have not changed a bit – fucking STUPID receptionists. You know as a receptionists, all you have to do is make the appointment, that’s it – YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE IF THE PERSON NEEDS AN APPOINTMENT OR NOT – you stupid little control freak girls.} Am I surrounded by morons, yes, I am. Burn in hell you stupid dog. Actually, someone ought to wright a book then movie, to bring this issue to a forefront – A Modern version of “The Witches of Salem”, with the now, the witches being the female dominated health and mental health industry, wanting to declare women they don’t like or do not know, mentally ill, and wanting to put them in mental health treatments. I can assure it is a huge oppressive problem today. (Read my whole story on my blog, re page Life Stories, down the bottom with the medical stories.) Can someone put this on facebook please, all groups – since I am ban from FB for TRUTH TELLING. THE REASON THOSE DOGS do this bad behaviour is because no one ever calls them up on it – every single bloody Dr’s receptionis should read this. And, FYI, if there is a range from 1 to 10 to explain peoples level of anger, 1 being low to 10 being EXTREME. When I’m angry, I would fall in at number 1, and so wasa on this day in question - so most people would have no problems AT ALL in dealing with a number 1 angry person. The reason why she was so ‘shocked’, I suspect {if it wasn’t because she been manipulated by the blonde stalking bimbo from Chatswood - I have mentioned her on my blog too}, but, is because I’m not pretty, and she was looking at my face as I was talking, and it was so far removed from hers and her young friends, that she was literally offended by it, so much so, that she went ahead in her report (why she was writing in the first place – lazy Drs??) created all of these problems for me. So in fact, OTHER WAY AROUND - she is the one with extreme mental health problems. Stupid little bimbo dog. FUCK OFF. Life Stories P8 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8(this) , LSP9. LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Some of the items stolen from me, while I am living at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin, QLD page 1 - These pages have not be re-edited, as for some reasons the images are still here, even though I have deleted them from the wix storage. Maybe one day I will get around to re-editing them and reducing the size. Some of the items stolen from me, while I am living at Kookaburra Park, GinGin, QLD This is the local community here: The local newsagent woman refused to let me put up a for sale add in her noticeboard. The woman who runs the dollar discount shop screams at me to get a job. The post office has banned me. And there’s always dogs about on phones. One day because I beeped at this campervan, who, I thought, was asleep at the wheel, so then I had like 50 cars from GinGin, come and beep me – 50 flaming idiots - flame off and get a life, you local irresponsible trash – who gave you a car, who let you drive? - everybody wants to play judge and jury. Someone made the comment once being around me, it is like being a jury. And hey do you know 300,000 children today are involved in the American children’s sex trade; why don’t you go and do something about that you wannabe beeping vigilantes. Idiots. Btw, the staff at Gin Gin post office told me via the Gin Gin Police, that if I go to the post office, police will be called and I will be arrested for trespassing- due to the fact that I wear a BODYCAM - they are disgusting - the house on the cnr had a big party after this, they think they won, as they are the ones stealing everyone’s mail, everyone now has a padlock on their mail box (that house is vacant now). BTW, you can take photos of everything and anything you see, and upload it to social media or the Internet, providing it’s not of a private nature like sex/bathroom. ANYTHING. Stupids. I write what goes on here at Gin Gin and in my neighbourhood at kookaburra Eco Park - there are no lies or exaggerations. I stick to the truth. It will be hard for guilty parties to digest. You can’t believe the amount of flack I have received about this website, and everything I have to say. I can assure you people‘s tolerance of the truth and reality is very limited. The landlord did warn me when I moved in, that most of the people who live in kookaburra Park where “toxic”, and it was main part of the reason why she moved out, aside from the fact that this house is too small for her now. But I think really what she meant, is not toxic, but just “plain stupid”. Some of the antics that people here get up to, that I have talked about, like stalking me at the mail lockers and removing my for-sale posters, and stalking me at the rubbish area, aswell as shouting out reflections of noises they can hear, and making noises when I walk outside, as they can hear me - that’s what non-thinking stupid people do. Of course, not to mention the stealing, that’s definitely what stupid people do. In the end I think it was the landlord who had the biggest problem. (In Jan 2022, a Wix hacker deleted all my stolen items photos, plus, put a whole heap of outdated ones that I had deleted over 12mnths ago, on instead. I contacted Wix, they have advised me they don’t have a hacker (so it must be them trying to make it look like nothing was stolen, and that I’ve lost everything, as if!). Not sure why they would be doing this, I think they’re doing it for someone in the television industry?? as I can see reflections onscreen. After I contacted Wix support, they were all visible again. - These sabotage attacks goes hand in hand with the 'flack' I mentioned above for writing my Blog. Btw I was ban from facebook here too, including market place, and as everyone now buys and sells 2nd hand goods on fb, this cost me literally $1000’s. I realized I could not cart around all my horticultural stuff, my arms no longer could. So I couldn't sell it on Facebook which means that I couldn't sell it at all so I ended up taking most of it to the tip. So whoever banned me from Facebook, some special little words for you: you fucking little cunt I hope you get cancer and die. Btw, here I am in 2025, needling ALL my stuff that I have already purchased before but no longer have due to all the banners, the thieves, and the forced relocations. FUCK ALL THESE ITEMS HAVE BEEN STOLEN OUT OF MY HOUSE HERE AT KOOKABURRA PARK GIN GIN, SINCE I the audacity of some people.jpg Did You Recognize the Handwriting, Tegan Goodall - nuisance liar.jpg luffas keep getting stolen, break and enter oct 2020.jpg no law against filming and posting on social media except for a private act like in the ba Celosia Seed stolen from my house at Kookaburra Park Gin Gin by gang mentality.jpg more police harrasment re postoffice ban from Gin Gin police.jpg some of the items STOLEN Gin Gin post office 2020 2021 no conviction.jpg Physio papers stolen along with phone nu 2 large plastic caged containers emptied overnight -they have no leaks in them, they were 2 torches stolen from kookaburra park in Gin via toll Courier or Bunnings staff member, Su Thieving neighbours lay in wait, till I go outside into the garden, break into my house an Open padlock stolen front door, Builyan QLD, and Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin, QLD .jpg 2 stolen necklaces, 1 returned.jpg big gap between the door and the wall.jpg MPB pleated school uniform saboteur.jpg more mince stolen from my freezer.jpg my good broccoli seed stolen.JPG waste of money fruit.jpg Mail Sign People.jpg TONNEAU COVER SUPPORT BAR stolen.jpg double theft by coles, and then a stupid blonde dog - stolen beef fillet.jpg Glue silicone sealant STOLEN from amazon.jpg food stealing from my freezer September 2020, Gin Gin QLD.jpg KMART refusing to sell to me via instore pick up only.jpg Once again, I am being harassed when I go into Gin Gin, just like when I was in Gunnedah there’s a whole series of people that stand right in front of my car on the phone, they present themselves to me and pretend they’re talking to me on the phone, only I’m not talking to them. I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU wake up. Also there’s a girl, whenever they steal from me, there’s a girl with a brand-new car, she always drives in front of me, and usually she toots a horn, only since I have my camera now, she stopped doing that (coward - or it could be they are attracting too much attention, as they have a secret mission to say I am crazy and people are not following or tormenting me, when in actual fact they are, this is the more likely reason) ) There are ‘popular’ people trying to apply pressure to me to remove this. Those people do not have items stolen from them on a weekly basis, (over 20yrs) nor have female dogs harassing them verbally from the street. PLUS, I find a lot of ‘pops’ try and save the stupid bimbos that steal from me, this happens a lot. A LOT. I am pretty sure once I heard the then PM, Julia Gilliard trying to save that bloody short blonde at the Reject Shop in Gunnedah who steals my reading glasses (and heaps of other things) Other people may find this amusing. I do not. And, I am pretty sure this was the reason I was banned from Facebook, because I name names, and some of those stupid bimbos have got themselves now married, and there is a network out there in play to save their stupid wives. If you have read my life story, the thing you’ll see, that I’ve been having major harassment issues with, especially in Gunnedah, was this little short blonde girl, who whenever I went into town, she follows me around, and tries to steal from me (and does steal) She is really passive aggressive, and sometimes do signs, kind of like in a ’flash mob’ style - infact these are the people that started off that whole trend on YouTube. Only the ones you see on YouTube are kind of fun and entertaining, whereas the girls that follow me around her absolute bitch dogs, and they do bitchy signs telling me where I can or can’t go shopping, as in “you’re not worthy you don’t have enough money to go to that shop” - this stupid little dog tries to control wherever I go, and who I speak with. (she is fully sick with mental health problems). If you read my "Big Jelly Baby Scam story", you’ll get more of an idea of what I’m talking about, it’s worth reading because this is a real phenomenon that has plagued me for many years now - those bimbo girls make my life a living hell whenever I leave my home, and simply because I’m not married. Stupid Little Girls. Anyway, at GinGin, the last few times I’ve been into town, the same thing has been going on, like if I go to Vinny’s, well that’s okay, you’re allowed to go to Vinny’s, because you’re poor. But if I go to the hardware shop forget about it – DOGS THERE HARRASS FROM THE STREET. (owners - so naive) That stupid little dog is not worthy of me - so go to hell GET YOUR OWN LIFE Since I wrote this, it has stopped. Do ya see? I have to write about it. Explicitly. I would’ve liked to have done a whole collage of 'dogs on phones' to show you what I’m talking about in that vid (honestly, dozens and dozens of them harassing me, but after I took the first photo of this one, I haven’t had any more problems with dogs on phones standing by me, by my car, in front of my car, or when I leave the Dr's, like I usually do. So, I’m just putting 1 on here, and hope that that’s the end of that. And I will mention this again here, as I looked into this, and contacted a lawyer about it; because I was having such a difficult time in society when I went down the street and into shops, I now wear cameras,- - wearing cameras changes everything, my life has changed for the better, as a result of wearing cameras, most of the usual dogs I have who harass me, now don’t act disrespectfully in such overt ways. I had an outcry, of course guilty parties who didn’t want to be exposed on social media, so back when I was on facebook, I have had all sorts of comments, most disbelief, and people behaving badly as a result of posting online photos, but by law, we have the right to upload any video recording of anything we see during the course of our day onto the Internet and social media - anything at all, except if it was a personal act like sex or bathroom stuff, or children’s change rooms. So, if you record someone and post it on line, it is not considered by the courts as an invasion of privacy. If you are out in public, it is expected you behave in a socially acceptable way, treating other people with respect and decorum. Typically, when you’re out and about, and you encounter people, people are pretty normal, no one does anything untoward to you do they? I mean that’s how it’s meant to go, but like I said, as I’ve mentioned numerous times on this blog, I have problems with people who don’t behave in normal ways around me, they start verbally abusing me and or stealing from me, or breaking the toilet door down - strange problems that a lot of people would have no concept of- there’s other problems to that arise out of opportunities, opportunities that suddenly present, and people take advantage of. Which is why I wear cameras now whenever I go out. I also have cameras on at my home, always. Since I started doing that (and I’ve only been into town a few times since I started), but so far, I have caught two people stealing from me on camera (Mitre 10 and NorthSide Produce), two people behaving badly (bikini bitches), and two people behaving oddly (Ace hardware, at least that hardware does not steal). So, whilst the dogs seem to know if I’ve got a camera on, and they don’t act out a lot of the times with verbal harassment, there are many people who don’t know that I have a camera, and they have been caught, and as far as I’m concerned this is too bloody bad. I should not have to wear cameras in order for people to be fully awake and treat me with an ounce of respect. So, not only do I have my phone camera which is quite overt, people can see it if they look at me, but I also have hidden cameras on my body which are on all the time and I won’t be afraid to post anyone or anything online if they harass me or steal from me. I am not interested in any other kind of stupid things people do, it is not my intention to humiliate people, my intention is to stop people harassing me and stealing from me, by what ever means possible. And by the way it is also NOT illegal or against the law to upload videos of children either, in a normal public setting. I need an ELECTRIFIED Anti climb fence all around my backyard!! Page 1 NEXT 1(this) 2 3 4 5

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Page 3 aquarium plant stolen the day I received harassment for money, from employment provider in Gin Gin, massive Road works, street beau Cooktown letter to their council.jpg I love my sweet treats!.jpg SPINTEL internet cutting out again this morning - 13th feb 2022 THEY CANNOT BE CONTACTED.j another coward letter left in my locker, note the hand writing.jpg 2 Hakea seedlings stolen Gin Gin QLD november by neighbours at no 9 village lane kookaburr danger - buyer beware magnetic braclet .jpg Canefarmers polluting my air.jpg more reading glasses stolen jan 2021 from inside house while I sleep YUKKKKK.jpg Mothers paying for their sons mistakes in the form of Cancer.jpg Telstra charged me for phoning 13 number to Optus.jpg Scissors stolen, I suspect by ebay staff.JPG food stealing out of locked car - blonde bimbos do it.jpg optus, why do they bother.JPG pkt of futon screw bolts STOLEN from my tool cupboard 2020 - 2021.jpg light bulb people overcharging in the name of eco.JPG is this a LOOKALIKE car.jpg irrigation poly stolen by measn of sabotage.jpg date collection via printers.jpg apple call centre staff stealing off my ipad.jpg 2 women lurking around my house this morning, pretending to weed.jpg car people stealing at mechanics.jpg Car cam stolen, later returned, then later my TF card for car cam stolen.JPG harrasment from airport biosecurity - they stealing from me.jpg Page 3 NEXT 1 2 3(this) 4 5

I also want to add there are certain people who really don’t allow single ladies to exist in the world, there’s a huge issue around single women, which I’ve talked about before, so I won’t go into it now again, but you can see how it’s in the best interest for the ‘powers to be’ to greatly improve parenting skills and teaching methods, to rid the world of those particular dysfunctions. Women are on the way of ‘savvy-ing’ up! Although by banning me from social media – they have yet taken another Life Stories P19 1. More Apricot Grievances Prompted to write this after my one of my beloved brands, that I’ve been purchasing from for over 30 years has “sold out”. Actually, it was my mother who started buying Angus Park dried apricots, some 40-50 years ago; I would have them every day for ‘play lunch’! As now a supermarket budget buyer, I’ve tried other brands of dried apricots, but all other brands use Mediterranean Turkish Apricots, and I don’t know how they manage to make them taste so awful, they just don’t compare to the Angus Park Apricots. This year I noticed it’s been extremely hard to get Angus Park Apricots from the supermarket, they have always been sold out or not available. Then last month, finally, all the Angus Park selection were in stock. I purchased 3 different varieties; Diced, Soft and Juicy, and Regular. But much to my horror, the Diced, plus the Soft and Juicy, were not the usual apricots, they were the Mediterranean Turkish Apricots that have absolutely no flavour! Angus Park have sold out to the Turks. I wonder why they would keep producing a fruit that has inferior flavour to other types of apricots? Because I’m pretty sure the flavourful varieties will grow just as well in Turkey, as their traditional ones do. As someone who has established an orchard, I know it’s really not that difficult to produce excellent quality dried apricots. It’s a little strange that there is not only a shortage, but there is lack of knowledge about what is tasty and what is not. I think this is an area where the government has to step in and put a ban on Turkish Mediterranean Apricots because they’re so horrible, and you know what, maybe the rest of the world has ‘cottoned’ to the fact of which are the tasty ones, and which aren’t, and so they have taken all the tasty ones for themselves, and given Australia the ones that don’t taste very good, because most Australians are a bloody asleep at the wheel. Wake Up. {Or possible the Turks are asleep}. Maybe they’re too busy fighting. You can see from this photo that there is a plain looking difference, between the Mediterranean Turkish Apricots and other varieties. The ones above with that deep beautiful orange - those ones are the tastiest too, the ones below, the Mediterranean Turkish ones, are as bland as they look. 2. ‘Satsuma’, ‘Mariposa’, ‘KingBilly’ and ‘Angelina’ - my 4 Plum trees that wereSeasonally Stolen I had purchased and grown 4 plum trees under the nets in my Rangari garden, mainly because I knew I liked plums, and I could rarely find any plums in the supermarket, and if I did, often they just weren’t ripe, weren’t picked at the right time, so they didn’t ripen. So, I really wanted to grow them. I also wanted to make my own personal stash of sun-dried plums for emergency digestion problems! Just in case, I should need to take antibiotics again! So finally, my trees grew. They are quite large trees. When they’re ready, so it seems not only did I want to pick my plums, but all my neighbours in the area wanted to pick my plums (how did they know?, I never told anyone I had fruit trees). Actually, as they are so slow growing, they were only ready in the last 3 years that I was there, each year, some of my plums were stolen by intruders, entering into my netting tunnel and taking what they wanted. I personally suspect the stupid blonde girl who stalks me, and steals from me, was responsible, she steals them, then sells them in the supermarket - she has connections with Coles Gunnedah. I don’t know how I could make it any clearer, that these were not her plums, they were MY plums. I paid for them. I grew them, and I tended them. She has no right to come onto my rental property and take anything. How do you get through to a blonde bimbo that she cannot do this? how? Why do I have to endure stupid dogs who steal from me? There are plenty of home fruit tree growers – is that what they have to endure too?; neighbours and other stupid dogs stealing their home-grown organic delicious fruit? Just as I was about to put up a camera, I was given notice to leave. As I left, I picked as many plums as I could, even though they weren’t quite ripe, and I fermented them at Longs cottage, although unfortunately the large glass container that I purchased, was not airtight, and so it failed. I’m pretty sure those plums would still be there, being eaten by someone else who should not be there. Here is a list of al the food I grew at Rangari, a long term investment for myself – ripped away: (there are photos of all in my Google Album ) 1. Achillea filipendulina – Yarrow 2. Allium schoenoprasum – Chives 3. Allium tuberosum - Garlic Chive 4. Almond – ‘Self Pollinating’ 5. Alpinia caerulea – Australian Ginger 6. Alternanthera sissoo – Brazilian Spinach 7. Apium graveolens - Pink Celery 8. Apple – ‘Cox’s Orange Pippin’ – Malus domestica 9. Apple – Dwarf ‘Tropic Sweet’ 10. Apple - Dwarf ‘Tropical Anna’ 11. Apple ‘Fuji’ – Malus pumila Miller var. domestica 12. Apple ‘Royal Gala’ 13. Apricot - Prunus armeniaca 14. Apricot ‘Blenheim’ - Prunus armeniaca 15. Apricot ‘Moorepark’ – Prunus armeniaca 16. Apricot ‘Story’ - Prunus armeniaca 17. Arrowroot - Canna indica var. edulis 18. Asparagus officinalis – Asparagus ‘Mary Washington’ 19. Austromyrtus dulcis x tenuifolia - Copper Tops 20. Bean ‘Flageolet Flagrano’ – Phaseolus vulgaris ‘Flagrano’ 21. Bean Cherokee Wax 22. Black Currant - Ribes nigrum 23. Blackberry - Common – cross of many 24. Blue Curled Kale – Brassica oleracea var sabellica 25. Bok Choi, Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis 26. Borage – Borago officinalis 27. Boysenberry X of: Ribes idaeus 28. Brassica juncea - Yukina 29. Brassica oleracea var sabellica 30. Brazilian Tree grape - Myrciaria cauliflora 31. Broadbean ‘Long Pod’ 32. Broccoli ‘Di Cicco Early’ - Brassica oleracea var. italica 33. Broccoli Green Sprouting Calabrese 34. Cabbage 'Red Acre' 35. Cabbage 'Sweet Prime’' 36. Cajanus cajan syn. Cajanus indicus 37. Capparis spinosa sp inermis – Thornless Caper Bush 38. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Alma Paprika’ 39. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Californian Wonder’ 40. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Orange Bell’ 41. Capsicum annun – Capsicum ‘Yellow’ 42. Carissa macrocarpa - Natal Plum 43. Carob - Ceratonia siliqua 44. Carpobrotus edulis - Pigface 45. Carrot ‘St Valery’ – Daucus carrota 46. Carrots ‘ All Seasons’ 47. Carrots ‘ check label’ 48. Carrots ‘Early Nantes’ 49. Casimiroa edulis - White Sapote 50. Cauliflower ‘Snowball’ - Brassica oleracea var. botrytis 51. Cauliflower 'Purple' 52. Celery - Apium graveolens var dulce 53. Centella asiatica - Gotu Kola 54. Chamaecytisus prolifer – False Lucerne Tree 55. Chenopodium album – Fat Hen 56. Cherry – ‘Pretty Gully’ 57. Cherry ‘Lapins’ - Prunus avium 58. Chestnut - Castanea sativa 59. Chia - Salvia hispanica 60. Chilean Guava - Ugni molinae 61. Chilli ‘Habenero’ 62. Chinese Radish 'Red Meat' - Raphanus sativus 63. Common Mallow - Malva neglecta 64. Coriandrum sativum – Coriander (every year) 65. Corn, Sweet, ‘Hawaiian’, Eden seeds - Zea mays convar. saccharata var. rugosa 66. Cornus mas – Cornelian Cherry, Diggers (2009) 67. Cos Lettuce and Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis 68. Cow Pea – Vigna unguiculat 69. Creeping Thyme - Thymus serpyllum coccineus 70. Cucumber – Cucumis sativus ‘Lebanese’ 71. Cucumber Green Gem 72. Cymbopogon flexuosus – Lemon Grass 73. Cyphomandra betacea – Tamarillo or Tree Tomato 74. Daikon – Raphinus sativus acanthiformis 75. Dandelion - Taraxacum officinale 76. Diakon 77. Dill – Anethum graveolens 78. Dolichos lablab - Purple Hyacinth Bean 79. Dragon Fruit, Pearl - Hylocereus undatus 80. Dutch Cream Seed Potato - Solanum tuberosum 81. Dwarf Pea ‘ Blue Bantam’ 82. Eggplant ‘Early Long Purple’ -Solanum melongena 83. Elderberry - Sambucus nigra 84. Eletaria cardomum – Cardomom 85. Eugenia aggregata - Cherry Of The Rio Grande 86. Existing red grape 87. Fagopyrum esculentum – Buckwheat 88. Feijoa sellowiana - Pineapple Guava 89. Fennel ‘Florence’ – Foeniculum vulgare dulce 90. Ficus macrophylla - Moreton Bay Fig 91. Fig - Ficus carica - Common Fig 92. French Sorrel - Rumex scutatus 93. Garden Cress - lepidium sativum 94. Garden Thyme - Thymus vulgaris 95. Grape – Vitis vinifera cultivar, ‘Centennial Seedless Large Early White’ 96. Horseradish - Armoracia rusticana 97. Hovenia dulcis - Japanese Raisin Tree 98. Hyacinth Bean - Dolichos lablab 99. Hyssop – Hyssopus officinalis 100. Ipomoea aquatic - Water Spinach or Kangkong 101. Jerusalem artichoke - Helianthus tuberosus 102. JostaBerry – Ribes x nidigrolaria 103. Juniperus communis - Juniper berry 104. Juniperus taxifolia var lutchuensis – Lutchuensis Juniper 105. Kaffir Lime - Citrus hystrix 106. Khol Rabi - Brassica oleracea 107. Kohlrabi - Brassica oleracea 108. Laurus nobilis – Bay Tree 109. Lemon ‘Meyer’- Citrus limon 110. Lemon Balm – Melissa officinalis 111. Lemon Tree - Citrus limon, cutting from Eureka 112. Lemon Tree ‘ Myer’- Citrus limon 113. Lettuce ‘Cos’ 114. Lettuce ‘Imperial’ 115. Lilly Pilly 116. Lime ‘Tahitian’ - Citrus latifolia 117. Linum marginale - Native Flax 118. Linum usitatissimum - Common flax 119. Loganberry - Rubus loganobaccus 120. Macadamia tetraphylla - Macadamia 121. Mango Kensington Pride (known as Bowen) 122. Marion berry - Rubus x“Cabernet of Blackberries” 123. Melissa officinalis – Lemon Balm 124. Melissa officinalis – Lemonbalm 125. Mentha - Common Mint 126. Monstera deliciosa – Fruit Salad Plant 127. Mulberry - Morus nigra, Black 128. Murraya koenigi - Curry Tree 129. Mustard, White 130. Nasturtium ‘Tom Thumb Black Velvet’ – Tropaelum minus, seed eBay, (2014) 131. Nectarine ‘Emillie’ - Prunus persica 132. Nectarine ‘May Grand’ 133. Nepeta mussinii – Cat Mint 134. Nettle - Urtica dioica 135. Ocimum basilicum - Thai Basil 136. Ocimum basilicum minimum – Basil ‘Minette’ 137. Onion ‘Cream Gold’ Allium cepa 138. Onion ‘Red Stem Welsh’ – Allium fistulosum 139. Onion Lockyer Gold 140. Onion Pukekohe, long keeper (allium cepa) 141. Onion Russian 142. Onion Strigunovsky 143. Onion Stuttgart Long Keeper 144. Orange ‘Washington Navel’ 145. Orange Tree ‘Lanes Late’ 146. Orange Tree ‘Leng Navel’ 147. Orange Tree ‘Seedless Valencia’ 148. Orange Tree ‘Washington Navel’ 149. Oregano 150. Pak Choi green 151. Passiflora exoniensis - Exoniensis Passionflower 152. Passiflora mollissima - Banana Passionfruit 153. Passionfruit ‘Nellie Kelly’ Passiflora edulis 154. Pea - Greenfeast 155. Peach ‘Anzac’ - Prunus persica 156. Peach ‘Suncrest’, Semi Dwarf - Prunus persica 157. Peacharine - (nectarine x peach) 158. Peanut ‘Virginia’ – Arachis hypogaea 159. Pear ‘Williams Bon Chretien’ – Pyrus communis 160. Pear Tree ‘Sensation’ 161. Petroselinum crispum – Parsley, Curled seed, GP (2009) 162. Phytolacca americana - American pokeweed 163. Pigeon Pea – Cajanus cajan syn. Cajanus indicus 164. Pinus pinea - Stone Pine 165. Plum ‘Angelina’ - Prunus domestica 166. Plum ‘KingBilly’ – Prunus domestica 167. Plum ‘Mariposa’ - Prunus domestica 168. Plum ‘Satsuma’ - Prunus domestica 169. Plum cot – (plum x apricot) 170. Polygonum odoratum – Vietnamese Mint 171. Potatoes – ‘Dutch Cream’ 172. Potatoes – ‘Nicola’ 173. Potatoes – ‘Spunta’ 174. Potatoes - crisp 175. Psidium cattleianum - Strawberry Guava 176. Psidium guajava – Cream Guava 177. Punica granatum – Pomegranate 178. Purple Podded Bean - Dolichos lablab 179. Purslane - Portulaca 180. Quinoa - Chenopodium quinoa 181. Radicchio 'Palla Rossa' 182. Raspberry - cross of many species in the Rubus genus mainly in the subgenus Idaeobatus 183. Raspberry "Heritage" 184. Raspberry “Tulllameen” 185. Red Aztec Spinach - Chenopodium berlandieri ssp. nuttaliae, 186. Red Currant - Ribes rubrum 187. Red Onion – ‘Early Californian Red’ 188. Red Shallots (10 Bulbs) - Allium cepa 189. Rhodomyrtus tomentose - Ceylon Hill Gooseberry 190. Ribes x nidigrolaria – Jostaberry 191. Rockmelon 192. Rose Apple – Eugenia jambos, (formally Syzygium) 193. Rosmarinus officinalis – Rosemary 194. Rosmarinus officinalis 'Prostratus' 195. Rubus idaeus – Raspberry ‘Tulameen’ 196. Rue – Ruta graveolens 197. Rumex crispus - Yellow Dock. Similar acting to Dandelion 198. Saffron Crocus 199. Salvia officinalis – Sage 200. Santalum acuminatum – quangdong 201. Santalum spicatum 202. Shallot ‘PicadorF1’ 203. Sichuan Pepper - Zanthoxylum piperitum 204. Snake Vine - Vigna unguiculata 205. Snow Pea ‘Yakumo’ - Pisum sativum 206. Soy Bean Ebay 207. Spaghetti Squash 208. Spinach ‘Monnopa’ – Spinacia oleracea 209. Spondias cytherea or Spondias dulcis – Ambarella 210. Sprouts – not sure what, possibly fenugreek 211. Squash ‘White Scallop’ - Cucurbita pepo 212. Strawberries – Fragaria x Ananassa 213. Sweet Corn ‘Hawaiian’ 214. Sweet Marjoram – Origanum majorana hortensis 215. Tansy – Tanacetum vulgare 216. Tatsoi - Brassica rapa var rosularis 217. Thornless Loganberry - Rubus loganobaccus (R. idaeus 'Red Antwerp' blackberry x R.ursinus - Raspberry) 218. Tomato - Lycopersicon esculentum - ‘Roma’ 219. Tomato - Lycopersicon esculentum – ‘Brandywine’ 220. Tulip ‘Negrita’ – Tulipa sp, GE black plastic pot, keeps moving around dead 221. Turmeric / Tumeric - Curcuma domestica 222. Unknown tuber – prob ginger edible? 223. Vaccinium corymbosum – Highbush Blueberry ‘Blue Rose’ 224. Vanilla - Vanilla planifolia 225. Vigna radiate - Mung Bean 226. Viola labradorica 227. Watercress – Nasturtium aquaticum 228. Watermelon ‘Cream of Saskatchewan’ – Citrullus lanatus 229. Watermelon ‘Moon and Stars’ - Citrullus vulgaris 230. White Currant - Ribes glandulosum 231. Witloof 232. Wurtz Avocado Semi Dwarf, Persea americana 233. Yacon - Smallanthus sonchifolius 234. Yarrow Achillea 235. Yukina - Savoy Cabbage- Brassica juncea 236. Zucchini ‘Black’ - Cucurbita pepo 237. Zucchini ‘GreenSkin’ - Cucurbita pepo 3. No Real Lawyers in Australia I mention in my Life Stories page on my Blog, that I tried to get a lawyer to sue Facebook under the constitutional law; we have right to think, speak and write as we believe. But there were no lawyers in Australia who would uphold this law, and fight on my behalf. NONE. No government agency either, just total reluctance to have anything to do with any online social media company. Of course, I’m guessing if I had 150 grand on the table, someone would step forward, but if you’re a typical working-class person or low income of any sort, forget about it, you do not have any rights if somebody comes along and kicks you off or bans you from any online forum, or violates your rights. You have no rights at all. I even tried the department of fair trading, as there is a huge trading system going on in Facebook, so to be ban from trading falls under a different law, but still they refused to have anything to do with social media websites, and they also specifically said eBay, can do as they please. Possibly this may be due to fear, fear from being sabotaged themselves online, as so many things are done Electronically, if you piss off a computer nerd, some of them are so stupid, dogged and have such a lack of common sense, they will do anything to sabotage and destroy you, just for a ti-ti. They are idiots. But idiots occupy every sector. In my opinion, the fact that nobody will do anything about my being kicked out of practically every social media platform available, makes the whole constitution a scam. It’s like the country is pretending to be a democracy, pretending to have all of these laws to protect us. But if there’s no one there to enforce them, then we don’t have them, it’s just something on paper, that sounds good – and something ‘good’ to talk about on TV, but it’s just talk, it’s not actually true. In 2020, I was ban from Facebook, Wiki, Flickr, Gumtree, eBay, Google reviews on Google Maps, and Spflr. It’s now 2023, and if I create a new name, email address, phone number and home address I can create another account on only Flickr, Gumtree, Google reviews and Spflr, however, not on Facebook, Wiki or eBay - they seem to have major Nazi dogs who work for them, and can determine IP addresses - or whatever other means they use, (dogs) to track the public, usually within half an hour they have tracked me, and deleted my account. Those people are fucked, and I have willed them to get cancer and die. but the others that I can re create another account on, I suspect only I can see my content, it is not visible to the public. I noticed the same applies to medical malpractice, no lawyer will sue unless the victim dies or ends up a paraplegic. But little DELIBERATE medical malpractices happen all the time in Australia. I have mentioned at least 10 on my blog, and not all involving me. You know there is going to be heaps more. The reason why it goes on is just this – no one ‘puts’ them in trouble, or makes them pay. Same reason. While I am at it – OMG, there are some lazy clueless pricks who work for the QLD Department of fair trading, clueless on how to communicate – how on earth did they get that specific job that requires excellent communication skills. What a scam bullshit Queensland gov department. (out of pocket $3000) Also, I have noted that if an Australian company is acting fraudulent, and as a result, endangering people‘s lives, and deaths ensue. Instead of being found guilty and being able to be sued by the families and to pay out millions or whatever the courts decide (billions?). Instead, the government or some such entity with significant powers, has come up with a system of fines, which means the company don’t get convicted of any crime, which means they can’t be sued or jailed. I did have a specific example to give you here, but it has been reworded or lost in speech to test translation, and I can’t remember it. But if I wrote the above, I know it to be true. It's like in this country, any one, (except me) can do anything they please, and not get in trouble for it. It’s like all the dogs are on my back, monitoring my internet activity, when all the actual criminals go about their business are undisturbed. Absurd government procedures. 4. Some People cannot Handle my Phone Call, and Inquiry Why is it, if I contact my jobs provider outside appointment time, suddenly they and Centrelink, and or government services, do some weird seemingly unnecessary thing, like create a portal that nobody uses, or create a big survey that nobody cares about and is pointless, and some such other things…. What is it exactly about me that prompts such an unnecessary, money wasting, undertaking? It seems to me, it would be far more appropriate if you actually asked me what needs to be done, and I could give you a whole list of things that need to be done. Just read my blog for starters. (The post office does it too – they seem to be connected) Although the post office has a far better understanding of what is required, like all parcels are now tracked, so postal workers and neighbours can no longer steal my mail. Smart. Ask them what you can do gov services! Wondering if I should start keeping track of all the times I am woken in the middle of the night - 4th Jan 2023, 2:50am woken up, some little shithead, ‘scream singing’ to me to wake up - in my dream. rack off. 5. Dogs Who Play Sides I woke up laughing this morning, as I realized something; I have mentioned a few times on my Blog, about the Dogs Who Play Sides. And well, this morning I was reminded of a time, when I was listening to Radio National one morning, around 2000, I was thinking about going over to the coast, and I would stop and see my aunt and her family. And as soon as I thought about my aunt, some little bitch on the radio started mimicking my aunt – my aunt has a specific kind of noise she makes, unmistakable. I felt the woman on the radio was kind of implying they could play sides with her, against me by manipulating her “We can make fun of her to manipulate her, and make me sound like the bitch” (typical stupid female). This is a bit hard to explain just what dogs get up to, but I think I have explained it well enough. Anyway, the reason I was laughing was because those stupid bitchy women have spent the last 20 years or so ‘playing sides’ and now they have no one left to play against me – they have manipulated everyone!!! Ha hah ha aha ah ha. And guess what, I don’t care; if your too stupid not to see you are being manipulated, then you are too stupid to hang out with me! I would like to point out, I do not personally know anyone who works at Radio National, although one time I heard those dogs say Billy Baxter was a manager or something, and I recognized his name from Gunnedah. But I have had monumental problems with people who work on Radio Stations, ones, that have no common-sense at all, and steal from me. They are always female. The biggest problem seems to be bully dogs on the radio; little girls who seem to have a problem with the fact that I am listening to the radio on my own, as in, there is no one else here to witness what they have to say on the radio; not married, no partner, no boss, no other people around, just me hanging out at home! It seems they can't handle the fact that I'm single! – I know, the reason why they seemingly can’t handle my presence, is because THEY ARE STUPID, stupid little dogs who can’t think for themselves. It is not my fault you are completely stupid. For some reason, I think some of those dogs that were harassing me and Gunnedah, were also up here at Sarina when I went to Mitre 10, they poisoned me in the nursery - it's like if I go to bunnings the dogs will steal from me and if I go to Mitre 10 they'll kill me – so, which is the better option? I guess I'll have to go to the stealing one now. I have had MONUMENTAL problems with stupid bitches on the radio – why are they putting the stupid ones on the radio – get someone with a BRAIN! Aside from harassment - someone pointed out to me – it is like ‘heckling’ me! I am also talking about intellectual property rights and theft. There is no doubt in my mind that it is those people who steal from me. PERVERTS. It’s like “just because I can, I will”; they can't help themselves, they have no control or restraint, they were raised by bimbos – and most of them are from Sydney. And then of course there's everyone else who sees what they do and think that it's really cool because of who they are, and so copy them; never-ending cycle of thieving stupidity. Btw, it my general feeling that people who steal like that, deserve a bullet to the ear. So many problems, infact, that I never listen to the radio anymore, have not for many years now, and I think any one who does, is blind as bats. (note, there were some really good ones, very savvy and respectful). Within the same industry, the entertainment industry, some of the movie industry is just full of stupid dogs who ‘play sides’. It’s their ultimate dream in life for me to have some sort of conflict between me and someone else in my ‘real’ life, so they get to decide who is right, and who is wrong, and play sides, (play God), ultimately, favouring the other person, so they can bias against me, (like little siblings?) any excuse. Bloody 3rd borns. I am still not quite 100% sure why, I mean, did I burn your house down? Did I sleep with your spouse? Did I kidnap your child?...why the discrimination? Radio people have a HUGE network of people (including the police) that they can call on to help them ‘play sides’, they take action, and go on the attack, - they gang up on their victim. They especially used to pick on me if I'm driving, you know like if I go 1km over the speed limit, then they have a reason to ‘play Nazi’, or parking in the designated spot, like any kind of little road rule is watched like a hawk, by radio people; seriously dysfunctional, bored and have nothing better to do. Extreme busybodies. I also noticed about some of those personalities, is their arrogance and cockiness, it seems this trait makes them feel like they can tear other people down. So, if I say something then, they'll automatically say something to contradict what I just said. I have examples, but won’t worry about writing them down. Just so common. In retrospect I can see now, it is a narcissistic personality, that does that - they have put narcissists on the radio! That is a classic thing narcissists do. So stop putting dysfunctional people on the radio! This probably has something to do why I don't listen to the radio, because I don't tolerate dysfunctional people in my life. Just don’t, it seems to be a built in genetic thing about me. How much do they get paid? Whatever it is, it's way too much. They do muck all but annoy people. I should point out, some of them will in affect ‘choose my side’ and plot against bastards who cross my path. I assure you, murder, is not too much of a tactic for them. Although slander, theft and nuisance behaviour (like aeroplane following you around) is their favoured tactic, alongside food poisoning and police tickets. They are evil and stupid, as they often have wrong dog information – and make no mistakes about it – they are dogs. (I think this is what my neighbours do too at Gin Gin, ‘playsides’, they typically too don’t care about the truth, they are in it to fight, they looove fighting). It extends to shopping too, it seems other women like to try and play sides with the retailer of where I need to go, I was going to write a whole paragraph of what they do, but I really can’t be bothered. But this happens a lot. Big problem. Some shops I just can’t go to because they refuse to serve me, or they’re so disrespectful that it’s in a not worth my time going. But there’s hardly any people with commonsense who run businesses and retailers in Australia. It is quite absurd how stupid most people are. I did also notice for that brief time I was on Facebook, the dogs who play sides, are on it too, and most Australians don’t know that this country is only perceived to be a Democracy, really it is not, it is controlled by passive aggressive Nazis (not the German kind, but the bully personality kind). Or, really, people steal and take more than their fair share, in the name of Democracy – if you pay attention, it is the rich people who so badly want a Democracy, as they know how unfair the world is, and how greedy they are - they are desperate not to be ‘for wanting anything’. BTW, someone VERY important (I should name names, but I will not in this instance) told me, that those other ‘gung-ho’ young people who so love to fight, are in the millions in the USA after graduation, so that is why they create Wars, in the likes of foreign poor countries, (like Vietnam), so they can send those non-thinking young people off – really to get rid of them – leave the rest of us in peace, and just so they have something to do… HOW UNCREATIVE, those decision makers are, think of something more useful thanks very much, and while you’re at it, get that stupid non-thinking fighting mentality out of their heads, although I am not sure that is possible due to all the psychological abuse that they would have encountered by power tripping parents and teachers who yet have not been enlightening into knowing better ways of child rearing. And, anyway, there are plenty of non-army types who like to fight (most local council employees, or centerlink employees for instance). Before I was banned for Truth Telling on FB, when I made a post about what happened to me (exactly what happened), I had certain people on FB, follow me from Group to Group, and write up contradictory things in the comments, it was really obvious that they were trying to play sides and contradict me and try to make me look like the bad guy, when infact it was their stupidity and bitchyness (but more bitchyness) that put them in the wrong in the first place. They still do this on any online reviews I put up now too. They have fake names, fake identities. Also, there is some stupid little bitch who is constantly (for many years) wanting me to ‘connect with other people’ (pick up) – for this very purpose, of being able to play sides. I have no interest in connecting with other people, I like being on my own, comprehende! As I have mentioned before on my blog, most people are rude, disrespectful and threatened by me (not to mention, easily manipulated by the dogs), and that is just an understatement as to the means and way of most people in Australia. I get so annoyed when I see dogs in the Movie / Television industry implying that people without families are evil, selfish and criminals. In my experience the opposite of this is true. And, little bitch, if you have nothing to amuse yourself with and cannot play me off with my family or the person who has lately crossed my path - then TOUGH TITTIES, deal with it moron, and get a life. I will not be “getting married” to please you, for fucks sake! And no, I am not speaking to myself! Some guy, actually 2 now, told me, they used to fight with ‘themsleves’ – I assume they were talking about people who do their reflections. Glad they have now been enlightened! 6.Pet Peeve re Fashion Trends and Others Women who wear clothing that shows their breasts! I have seen ones showing, at least half their breasts!! The street is not your personal boudoir! - Some things are meant for the bedroom only. Those women have extreme poor taste, either that, or they’re completely desperate. Or, they are brainwashed by dirty clothing labels; one woman told me, that’s all she could find, there were no tops available in 2013 that had a ’conservative’ neck line! This trend of low-neck lines came about in the late 90’s, and has stuck, although raised somewhat today, but generally lower now, than before the 90’s. Btw, I find it better to make my own clothes, rather than purchase due to the fact that sizing is ridiculous if you shop online (can’t try on; sometimes I am a 14, other times I am a 20, depending on the brand), plus, there are always dogs in all the shops trying to sabotage me, trying to "teach me a lesson" - stupid blonde dogs do this, it is so time wasting, and all I repeatedly learn is how stupid most young retail girls still are. When are they going to learn?! Kmart shop girls. (I guess I need to say exactly what they did to give this story weight, but I am not going to repeat it again, I already put in a complaint with the store, and since then management have done even more evil bully things). You can’t undo what you have done you stupid women. A few other pet peeves; Tassel fringing that falls out in the wash, or other poor-quality items that should last years, but fall apart after a few wears. Tricked ‘purchases’ by total thieves. People who say "have a nice day" at the end of trade or conversation. We are Australian, we don't use "feet"! yes I'm talking to you Kmart, and, other big brand ONLINE stores. We use the METRIC system. Shops that don’t have prices written on product or shelf, - ones that do this deliberately, so they can base their checkout price on the customer – they overcharge customers based on what they look like, how they are dressed, what car they have, or who they are. When weather woman says “More horrid weather” – if it’s raining. I think those women must live in this tiny little bubble, and have no idea about the ongoing drought problems/ water issues all across Australia. WE LOVE THE RAIN, ALL THE TIME!! When the Media states “families first”. They fail to realize it is over population and multiple child families, that are destroying the planet. Believe it. When people wave to me frantically from their cars. I find it a little disturbing. Like my neighbours at Sarina do it. Instead of the usual one finger wave that I am used to in rural Gunnedah, or a nod. Instead, some people practically stick their whole hand out the window and wave like they’re cleaning an imagined window, in an extreme fast, agitated motion. In fact, I can only assume that they’re really suffering from some sort of weird mental health disorder when people do this – it is that odd for me. Anyway, now, I make a point of not waving to anyone ever, especially as I was told a wave can be interpreted by certain males in the totally wrong way, and may explain sometimes why I have weird unknown cars revving outside my place. So, if I see someone waving to me now, as their car goes by, I will just totally ignore you! Having to climb across the bed every week, as opposed to walking around to the other side to make it up, because the room is so small {built by non-thinking little minded greedy people with no brain.} (I since moved and have a bigger room now! Woohoo!) Sniffers. Can’t stand people who sniff if they have cold; get a tissue. When people say “I can’t afford it I’m only on a pension” - try living on unemployment! A pensioner is a rich compared to jobseeker payment. I hear this pensioner complaint frequently, all the time. I just want to bloody yell at them to shut up. People on Facebook who use their dog as their image profile picture. What, are you, shy! It's called F-A-C-Ebook the whole point of it is to put your face on it, you little oppressed Australian idiots. Someone told me, this is the case, because they are potheads, and characteristics of potheads is shyness and repression, (?) because what they're doing is illegal! This maybe the case, but I think it more to do with, maybe my generation, an older generation, they're not used to being so "out there", in public, they're usually raised conservative, at least most of the kids back in my home town in Gunnedah were. I have talked about it before, how most people in Gunnedah wouldn't even buy a house at auction, because that would involve being active in public. Also, if you advertise something on Facebook marketplace for free, but then in the description, you state its xx$ - dodgy dishonests. Also wanting an item on marketplace and clicking the auto “is this still available”. Please, use your brain, if you want something, go after it. Being around people who have nothing to do and no thoughts of their own, so they concern themselves with what I’m doing. Its stalking harassment in many cases. Being around people who have nothing to do and no thoughts of their own, so they concern themselves with what I’m doing. Its stalking harassment in many cases. Palm trees. Just not a fan. Not attractive. Look like power polls, and drop huge heavy fronds. Pretty much the same with Coconut trees too. People who say to me or in general ‘you are to blame for all your misfortunes’. This one really annoys me, there are so many things outside my control, outside anyones control. One person does not control everything. Only a moron would say that. Movies that start off and within the first five minutes of the opening scenes it shows somebody going to the toilet! It's disgusting we don't want to see people go to the toilet; most of us are not total perverts, thanks very much. (maybe they are ‘catering’ to the perves?) Oh and beeping, car, train, truck, in the first 5 min, also - so annoying. People who do stupid revenge things out of spite for really pathetic reasons, like a good example; I was watching the Australian dash cam incidents on youtube, and it showed one car who braked all of a sudden infront of another driver, there was no crash, but the person behind got the shits, so much so that they sped up, overtook the ‘braker’, went in front of him, and suddenly braked. Now, that kind of behaviour is absolutely disgusting. OMG someone braked - deal with it instead of throwing a hissy fit tantrum like a stupid little spoilt two year-old. The revenge person should NOT have a license for anything let alone for driving. They should not be allowed to have kids – another name for politicians who ought to be banning ‘breeding by the stupids’. Another old neighbour one: There seems to be a weird pattern amongst the unit complex neighbours here, like it kind of builds up. There’s a momentum of agitation, and it comes to a crescendo, when I’m about to go down town and run errands. It’s like they think it really odd, if I am on my own always. Like yesterday, when I packed the car, there’s someone down to the left of me, throwing a verbal tantrum, and then the girl next door asking me ridiculous questions. I’m not sure what her motive is, she has done it 4 times now - possibly to waste my time? Or distract me? Who knows, (I now believe it is to distract me, so I forget something, like my hat or sunnies. STUPID BITCHES DO THIS. Someone else told me that was about control – they have no control over me or where I go in my car, so they start asking stupid questions to try and feel in control. Weird. We are not even friends. So could all those people involved, kindly mind your own business. What I do is none of your business. (I think maybe the offending woman who did that has moved out now? the tomato roll woman from Enmore?). It may be Centrelink related, they have aa habit of stalking and EXTREME bad behaviour; my medical certificate 3mnth period ended; due to my Plantar Fasciitis, I can get a medical certificate, which means I receive a $5 per fortnight pharmaceutical allowance, and do not have to speak to my jobs provider, nor run through their stupid condescending nazi hoops on their Centrelink workforce site. {Even though, really I am entitled to Disability Pension (additional $330 per fortnight and no contact with Jobs providers or Workforce.} But the government have screwed me out of that payment too – they just don’t want to pay it. And as I am ‘unconnected’ they just don’t. (Same as when I was 18 and entitled to Austudy, they just refused to pay that too). Little bitch girls that work at Centrelink. Little stupid girls. By the way I have known 2 girls since I've moved to Queensland who are both receiving a disability pension, and neither of them have any sickness or illness at all. One of them would just prefer to sit around and smoke pot, so has asked for a disability pension and has got it! (she also works two days a week, she has more money than pretty much anyone, oh, except for my 70-year-old neighbour who receives 2 pensions, the age pension plus a second pension because he was in the war, he reckons he's richer than anyone!) The other said she's sick but really she's not, her father is a doctor so I'm not sure whether her father has issued a medical certificate, but I have been around her for 3yrs, and she's definitely not sick. I mean half your luck for those girls, but meanwhile, I can't walk for longer than 10 minutes. The inebriated girl told me she needs Disability because she has two cars to maintain, and two dogs to feed. (!) Although she ran one of the dogs over, and I believe she gave the other one back to her ex-boyfriend. As I'm not the kind of person who’s just going to walk up to you and start chitchatting, even smile at you or wave hello, just because your there, {maybe if we are walking past each other when not many others are around, I might say hello then, just so the other person does not feel afraid. Or if I want to know something specific, I have no problems going up to strangers and asking}, but I don't feel that I need to be friends with everybody. That's not my personality type. And so, this has caused problems for other people who have pretty much the opposite personality trait, they want to be friends with everyone - although I would go so far as to say that their “needs” are a dysfunction. But so, if I don't speak to them or acknowledge them or say hello or do whatever it is they expect other people to do around them, (which is bit weird that they have expectations in the first place – people will always disappoint, if you have expectations), but those certain people, will just declare war on me. I just can't stand those people, they are so sad and dysfunctional in my opinion, I'm fairly certain those people who are responsible for a lot of the thefts. That type of person "oh well, you should have been friends with me, then I wouldn't have stolen it ". It's like they are trying to blame me for their stupid behaviour - it's ridiculous. So stupid. It's things like this which bring me to believe, that so many of the people on this planet are just basically monkeys , dressed in human costumes. 7. Outdated Snobby Rules from the Banks - who do Reward and Punishment - Sickoes The people that live at this house are the trashy disrespectful people that beep their car horn at 3 o’clock in the morning, aswell as at various other times, disturbing the whole neighbourhood. I don’t know anything about the people who live there, except there is only one house, but they seem to have people living, or coming and going from their shed to the left of the house too, who, are the trouble makers mainly. I thought, possibly it was owned by the same person who owns our units next door, because I saw the landlords son do some work in front of their house, but upon checking domain.com, I can see it is not, it was purchased outright in 2021 for $85,000 {and what a bargain, it is bigger than the photo shows}. By the way that’s exactly what I’m talking about; a home loan repayment at $85,000 would be around about $105 per week, that’s more than twice less the price of a cheaper rental such as mine, not even a house. So, you may think, one would have to be a lunatic to rent, when you can just OWN and pay MUCH cheaper payment per week. Plus, you wouldn’t have stress of dealing with rental agency little girl bitches, evictions, and annoying landlords. But the bimbos at Commonwealth Bank would refuse to sell low-income people a home loan like this - unless they’re in permanent full-time employment. Which doesn’t make any sense, because people who are unemployed, STILL have to live somewhere, and pay rent, but they are forced to pay double the amount, (if not triple, - do you get it? The people who have the least amount of money in life, have to pay double or triple to live?). With CBA’s reason as to why they rejected my application, being that I, as not someone in fulltime employment, I must be IRRESPONSIBLE. {This is discrimination). They do PUNISHMENTS – they are nazis. (They also want ‘victims’ to pay rents, to make home owners richer; reward, punishment – they are fully sick) So, they have no problems giving home loans to dirty peace disturbers like my neighbours, but refuse someone who is like me, who is responsible, honest and an environmentally caring person (I sell native seeds, part time – low income). It’s an area of NO COMMON SENSE, where naive SNOBBY bimbos have been allowed to apply this no common-sense rule. It’s like the “Oxford” gang from England is still trying to inflict their snobbery and discrimination. And, what’s more, CBA, especially, I have noted is big, (as in the guiltiest) on following through with the public primary school teachers scheme of “Gold Star Dog” theory. That being “the richer you are (the more gold stars you have), the more we will reward you with huge monetary privileges.” Well, CBA, do you really think, you should be basing your work philosophies, on young female nazi public primary school teachers who powertrip lording over young kids? Or are you again, just letting yourself be still brainwashed by primary school teachers, and not thinking things through. I find in life, from time to time, I have come across other such instances of no-common-sense; like how the police used to not help look for a missing child if 48hrs had not passed – that was their RULE. But there were many times where it is was blatantly obvious that a child missing after only 10 minutes or so, would be a police matter. Oh, but their rule…. There are others, particularly in schools and institutes like hospitals and nursing homes. Where non thinking women dominate the industry. At these times, someone like me (someone who does not mind being the ‘bad’ guy often offending people, to bring awareness), is needed to bring these non-sensical, old, outdated issues into light, otherwise bimbos will just keep going on abiding by the same rules and silly laws, not thinking about it. There are heaps of non-thinking people working and in those positions of power, heaps. This Commonwealth Bank home loan area is such an issue. I want to reiterate it; so someone who receives a government subsidy, like a farmer, of up to $20000 a year, plus they earn profits from their farm, is allowed to apply for a home loan, but someone receiving just slightly over than that subsidy amount, on employments, CANNOT apply for a home loan; as the farmer is deemed more responsible than the person who is basically still receiving the same amount of money from the government. Now, if their argument was, well, the farmer would have more money at the end of the day due to their farm work, so that’s why we would give it to them (I understand famers can make upwards of $150,000 before the subsidy was removed, (wow),) BUT that is not their argument, the banks argument is not based on money, it is based on the fact that someone receiving that unemployment payment is considered high risk and irresponsible. Such irony when the farmer is also receiving gov money – they are just the same as unemployed in this respect. But as rents are twice, if not 3 times as much as a mortgage repayment would be, which is WHAT they should be looking at – “can this person be proven to repay the mortgage?” – that’s all they ought to be looking at. {And I have 30 years’ worth of rent receipts to prove that, and bank records.} So, they are not applying common-sense and are just being BANK BITCHES. Wake up please. (Apparently all the banks have this rule, according to a home loan broker in Mackay. I did try to apply to several others, all online application, but NONE of them contacted me back. How rude!) I have notified my local politician about this issue, as it needs to be re-assessed. In the past, when I have encounted such nonsensical issues, I have contacted my local politician, and they have, indeed fixed or attempted to fix, or at least got the ball rolling for a transformation. Writing to politicians is essential to getting positive changes in Australia. They really can make good things happen, not all of them wrought the system. Although, I have heard, there are politicians who go over to Indonesia and spawn orphans (in the 1000’s) within the local ‘woman of the street’ industry, so probably best that you don’t contact those ones. At any rate, I suspect they will do something about this, but in 30years time, when the person who made the rule, is dead, and nobodies feelings or ego will be hurt. In 2025, some little birdy suggested I change banks, they implied that the CBA is a terrible bank because they are destroying the planet, they're not a “green bank”. I mean, it could've just been someone at Bank Australia plugging themselves, because they're completely carbon neutral! But at the time I thought I'm too old to be changing banks. I've had the same bank account since I was 8 at CBA. I certainly only recommend opening a bank account with the Bank of Australia, as this bank doesn't have a finger in every single piece of pie in every single country, and this bank, promotes itself by being 'green' and 'clean', unlike ANY OTHER bank, who all have a piece of pie of the fossil fuel industry. (Actually, they are also some credit unions in Australia who do not invest in the fossil fuel industry either). Plus, since I wrote this story, I have had problems with my bank, in particular with my credit card, and money going missing, with no transactions looks dodgy, but just the balance doesn't add up, several hundred dollars missing here and there. I've also had problems with phone harassment, who I believe was someone from the bank, some girl, as I had spoken to her before, and she was so rude it was unbelievable, so I think it was her that was harassing me? And maybe she was some stupid dog who has read these stories and has taken personal offence, and decided to take her revenge by being rude and harass me and stealing my money from my credit card??? Well little bitch girl, I'm not going to change my stories, I only write the truth. You might be able to steal money in hidden manner, but you can't hide the truth about your evil ways. I'm going to be telling everybody. So now, today (after yet another refund was not included in my cc balance {$21.78, from the uk {CBA uk based?}), I would like to switch banks, but I'm having difficulties, because I need a credit card: if you shop online, which I do all the time, most online shops ONLY accept credit card, so having a credit card is essential to living today, however the banks, once again, have this cockanninnie rule, that they don't give credit cards to people on low income - which is absolutely bizarre, as people on low income still need to go shopping for food! So, they are just not allowing people to shop online by not giving them a credit card – they are denying them their personal freedom. Such a typical nazi act. So, when I wanted my current credit card, back in 2005 I think it was, when the Internet was just taking off, and I could see that I would need one, I did apply online, to the bank, and the bank advise me no. But I knew I needed a credit card, so I phoned them up, and it was very weird, I got this girl who was a little odd, “cool man”, and she pretty much gave me a credit card straight away, she issued me one over the phone. She was very nice and friendly; I'm thinking she's someone who just took the initiative. I don't know whether this was the whole a.m. and p.m. thing I have mentioned this on my blog? I don't want to get into it, it's a huge big story and would make this story too long, so, but whether she actually worked at the bank or not, I don't know for sure, but I was given a credit card, thank goodness (I should mention, I was not paying rent at that time, I had briefly moved back in with dad, so that could be why, but I doubt it, ‘no’ at first, ‘yes’ at second. “2 legs good 4 legs better”). And so now I need another credit card just to swap and transfer money from one bank to the other, and so far I have not been able to do it. “No” from Bank of Australia, and “No” from ING (Bank of Germany). It's like I am forced to be tethered with to cunts at CBA. (Maybe I should try calling those bank this arvo, in the PM?? - maybe the day I call, matters too??😁 ) 8. Warning about Fake Lycra being Sold as Lycra On the left, your Lycra; really transparent, and has hardly any stretch On the right typical lycra of normal quality As you can see, the fabric on the right, which is not yours, is not very transparent. Plus, the fabric on the right has way more stretch than yours. I suspect your lycra is not lycra at all, and is made from polyester. Also yours does not FEEL like lycra. Lycra is a really soft and slippery fabric, but your fabric is grainy and definitely feels like polyester. I am 100% sure it is Polyester. AND NOT LYCRA – you lying thieving retailer. You really should check your supplier; either you or your supplier are ripping off customers 9. Since Retailers are now Coming in AT no 1 in Thievery Since every shop I go to now, the shop girl will try to steal from me, usually by overcharging (although the dogs at bunnings manage to be able to do it via pickpocketing and distraction snatch thefts from bag or person). Someone was telling me, that it’s because those ‘shop girls’ think that I have money, because I dress nicely, and I speak nicely. - Yeah, thaaat’s a good reason bimbo shop girls…. I was raised to speak nicely and be respectful. It’s not a money thing. People, by people, I mean shop girls, seem to be confused about what money is. Shop girls, don’t seem to think that anyone who has loads of money, would get around town or ‘bum’ around in a tracksuit! Little do they know! I recall one shop I ventured into, when I was 19, at Chatswood, (back in 1992), a fancy boutique with designer clothing for older rich women. As a young poor starving fashion student, I felt a little out of place, plus the 2 older shop ladies were staring at me constantly. But the clothes were of particular interest to me, stunning, so I stayed on, gratifying my beady eyes, looking at all, and ignoring what I thought at the time to be loathsome stares from the older shop ladies - somewhere along the lines of Pretty Woman and those hoity snobs on Rodeo drive! All though, thinking back now, that was probably in my imagination, as I was not badly dressed as a fashion student, those older shop ladies were probably just staring at me as it would have been unusual to see someone so young, interested and passionate, plus who still had the ‘beauty of youth’! (China in Bull shop! opposite) or maybe they just thought I was a young shop lifter who knows, but I mention this because, this was the case back then, shop retailers having to deal with shop lifters, it was never the other way around, like it is now!! Opposite! I have another story too; I personally believe, because at one point, I kept whingeing to myself, repeatedly about bloody shop girls overcharging me, (possibly swearing too). There were other girls who could hear me, such is the nature of a certain type of girl. And so 2 girls - I have no idea who they were, (prob from TV industry, definitely bims) would take it upon themselves, believing that they were acting out of a helpful nature, would go round to each store that I had on my list for the day, so, just before I went into each shop, and would tell the shop girls, that I had no money, and thus they ought not to over charge!! Can you belief that? At first this was a great hindrance, as, if a shop girl thinks you are not going to spend any money, they are rude and dismissive. I can assure you some of them were downright disgusting because they thought I had no money. But, it happened so much, that after a few years, the girls involved, ended up acquiring the products I was after, and put it in the shop at reasonable price, so I could purchase. Like I somehow magically could always get whatever was written on my budgeted list!! (btw, this no longer happens!) I should point out, while, being able to get everything on my budgeted list is very helpful, I can assure you, most shop owners who see that situation, had no respect for me, like somehow the presence of those girls meant that I was unable to talk for myself, and thus hopeless. I did not ever ask any girl to do anything. They were acting on their own volition. So in Gunnedah, it used to be quite a significant amount that was overcharged - sometimes hundreds of dollars overcharged, but since I have made such a big fuss about it on my blog, and keep calling anyone who steals from me a bimbo, plus moved 1000km from Gunnedah, it has somewhat changed, I have noticed retailers now, know that I’m the girl that people steal from, (I’m not sure if those girls are still going ahead of me), but the retailers now, still want to steal from me, but they don’t want to be accused of a theft, so as above images shows, it’s like a .5c and .10c attempt at theft. Thinking and being a typical girl, they won’t get in trouble for such a trivial amount. I would like to update this in 2025 as actually I feel that the retailers are getting worse in their stealing, like Nutribullet at the good guys and ebay they have stolen from me twice with faulty appliance, like I think they are picking and choosing who gets the good fault free appliance, and who gets the one that they know is faulty. Don’t get me started on the Service industry either- theft going on there too. So I always try to purchase online because there's less chance that they overcharged me at the counter, but I mean online shop stores still can screw me, including the post office, and what’s more they usually send me survey emails afterwards: it’s like an underlying message, which is not clearly stated, but the message is clear “ WE TOTALLY SCREWED YOU, but please, go ahead and tell us how you feel about it”. Scumm I'm going to update this, because I need a new sloppy Joe, but I've needed a new sloppy Joe for quite some time now. That tatty blue sloppy Joe in the photo is probably about 40 years old and then some. I’m not sure who it originally belonged to in our family, but it wasn’t mine. I kind of just inherited it, a handme down. It’s very comfortable, pure cotton, brushed fleece on the inside, woven smooth on the outside. I added a pink fur pocket in 2000, to hold my secateurs and seed pkts! Been washed so many times it has lost most of its warmth, and the sleeves have holes in them. I am reminded every time I look at those holes now; about 5 years ago, I wanted to replace it, back then I went to target in Gunnedah. I found a sloppy Joe, was very nice dark brown one, I tried it on, it was an extra large, and it was perfect, looked perfect in the mirror. I went ahead and purchased it, next morning, I excitedly took it out of the bag, cut all the tags off, put it on and went outside to start my days work. As I was working something wasn’t right, I felt like my jumper was uncomfortable, like it was too small for me. So, I stopped what I was doing, went back inside and looked at myself in the mirror, AND this was NOT the jumper that I tried on in the dressing room, I looked at the label and it was a size small. So, at some point when I left the jumper on the counter with the checkout girl and then when I came back (after having another quick look around the store) it had been swapped over. No doubt in my mind that it would’ve been Target staff who have swapped it (smaller sizes are hard to sell, the plus sizes are all ways sold out quickly). Little stupid shop girls who like to play God. I had already worn it outside. I’d cut the tags off. It was too late to return it. Stuck with crap jumper, which of course I ended throwing out, I never wore it because it’s too small and uncomfortable – I did try to wear it again, as I hate throwing things out, but TOO SMALL! So, I still need a jumper. My money that I had to buy a jumper has already been spent on the too small jumper. I can’t afford to purchase two of everything, like some stupid girl expects me to do; I’ve repeatedly done stories on my blog about this; why do I have to buy two of everything? 2 casserole dishes, 2 generators, 2 water pressure sprayers, 2 fruit fly nets, 2 milk saucepans, dishwashers, crockery, coffee cups….. the list is endless due to my items have been mostly stolen, or some just didn’t fit on the truck when I had to move, 8 times in the past 7 years, like I have to buy two of everything in my lifetime. It’s just stupid. I suspect even, Coles is trying to charge me twice this year for my groceries - this goes along with the some stupid idiot who stalks me constantly, yelling out “the girls there”, not entirely sure what that means, I suspect this is some girl on the radio who does reflections, she's a bimbo, I never listen to the radio, but sometimes I go to shops who have radio on, and I can hear bimbo girl – those shops steal from me, like they think it is my fault that there is a bimbo girl there WELL it’s NOT. So, the theft of the grocery money would be related to her; “well you know if the girls stalking you and following you, and doing reflections, then you should pay for her groceries, as she has no time to work at all and pay for her own”. I just can't believe how stupid they are. IT IS NOT MY FAULT THERE IS SOME STUPID BIMBO ON THE RADIO DOING REFLECTIONS. It's not my fault she is completely stupid and has no thoughts of her own. (Or, it’s not my fault, I have someone trying to trick me into thinking I have some bimbo stalking me.) Whatever. The bank seems to be in cahoots with Coles in order to steal in this manner, I've had to go and do monumental ridiculous lengths (like take daily screenshots on NetBank), to stop this kind of theft, because they do whatever they want. Sneaky. Anyway, I am writing this down to express my ANGER and FRUSTRATION at those stupid little retail girls who work at Gunnedah Target. I hope they get cancer and die. Little thieves. I should say, I've written about retailers stealing from me a lot on my blog, and I believe it's all the same women; might be like a group of girls from bonds? They try to steal from me every time I go shopping at certain shops. But there are some shops where their network doesn't extend, like Amazon; when I purchase products from Amazon, amazingly, they're not faulty! it's a bloody miracle. God bless the Americans! Although last week, there was a charge on my savings account from Amazon for one cent, and I've never given amazon my savings account details, they said it was kindle related (?, I do not have kindle, – maybe they are product placing?) Or maybe the thieving dogs have finally extended their network to Amazon? Or maybe there is some stupid dog who is jealous of the fact that I'm listening to an audiobook at the moment: it's a free audiobook on YouTube. There is some stupid (definatly mentally retarded) girl who thinks I have to pay for everything, along the same lines, if I go somewhere like a public place, I should pay for it, and if it's a free public place, like the pool or the library, then they send in the police to give me fake speeding ticket or a parking inspector to give me a fake parking ticket. I'm afraid this is not some crazy thought that I have concocted: there really is some stupid women who thinks like this, they do not understand about the public domain, meaning its copyright has expired, or simply choose to ignore it, as they want to be facetious, and play their power tripping game. Either way is dysfunction. The book I happen to be reading at the moment is 1984 by George Orwell, and oh my god, talk about, bells ringing: it's just like that! {Apartheid; exactly as described in this so called fictional book (the book came first)}. I am going to let you go to hell stupid bimbo. 10. Have you Tried a Vege Burger? Hey you little twits who are trying to get me to eat plant-based meat burgers!! There’s not a chance in hell I will, - they are disgusting, I tried once by mistake, when Hungry Jack’s gave me a plant-based burger instead of a meat burger at the drive through (what the? Yuk, sooo bad). I saw on a documentary that they’re starting to make lab warehouses for growing meat – as in fake meat. They have started doing it. They have tested it. You can purchase burgers made from fake meat. So, wake up, and stop breeding, so we can continue to eat our normal food sources, like real meat. “Curbing breeding” is the only solution to ‘supply and demand’ problems, not to mention methane gas problems, land shortages, housing shortages... Get it through your head, {and stop wishfully thinking}, that people are suddenly going to eat plants, they are not. What is wrong with you? And the reason I’m being so verbally aggressive about this message, is because this truth is going to be the hardest one to rectify. It all has to do with wealthy Australians owing multiple investment houses, and the quickest way to make big profits on investment houses, is to ensure increases in the population, why do you think Australia is so culturally diverse? It has naught to do with wanting cultural diversity, or saving ‘fake’ war torn people, it IS ALL ABOUT those investment houses. So, this is the real fight. The fight is not trying to get ‘suckers’ to go vegetarian. I mean, each person, probably has their own list, of their favourite things, and in my opinion, a good steak would be high up on many people’s list. You take that away, and you’re taking a huge chunk of a ‘positive life experience’ away. - one of the main things, that makes it worthwhile. I am deeply concerned about it. If I see any women with more than two kids, just know, that I’ll be thinking silently to myself; What a bloody bimbo mother. I suggested to Coles and Woollies that they start rewarding people who don’t have kids, with discounted meat prices. 11. Whole Bad Farming Families I’ve mentioned this before on my blog, but I couldn’t find it, so I’m going to do a whole new photo story for it, with more detail. Going back to when I was at Gunnedah TAFE doing my horticulture course; there was an element of women, following me around the TAFE, at certain times. The main aim, seemed to be, just to be present, to see what’s going on, kind of like stalking me, - sometimes that would yell out verbal harassment, they would like to play sides, (dogs who play sides), also, if they saw something that I was not sure about, then they couldn’t but help themselves, to yell out whatever it was about (we know we know!!) I had no idea who these people were, I suspected it was always different girls following me around {there’s a dog network}. I’ve mentioned a few who I recognize before on my blog, I recognized them by their voice, as they were always out of sight (like the cowards, they are); like one of the girls from the class at TAFE, I definitely recognized her voice, it was quite specific, an aboriginal girl. Also, my landlord Karen Cull, and I think, Rachel Wainberg’s older sister, whose name I still can’t remember for some weird reason. And anyway, it’s just occurred to me who also were probably involved in the stalking too, - Jessica and her sister Alicia White. These two girls went to my school, Alicia was in my year, Jessica was in a younger year. I later saw Jessica working at the doctor surgery where I had some problems with the Doctor who could not, (whether he just didn’t want to, or whether he was in capable of) diagnosing my plantar fasciitis, and who ordered an ultrasound for some ridiculous reason; because you cannot see plantar fasciitis on an ultrasound. Possible idiot, and possibly ‘egged’ on by his receptionists Jessica, as she was friends with Gina Burn, the girl who fucked up my tooth, deliberatley, in order to inflict pain and a black tooth. DOGS. {I hope I am not confusing her with the other Jessica, Penny’s friend from St Mary’s, they looked the same, plus had same name!} Monumental socially retarded problems of farmers and their families. And Alicia was friends with the girl at school who used to steal, (no possibly, maybe, I suspect, so, about it, she was a thief, probably still is {CC}. The Whites are a weak family, so Alicia would’ve been influenced by this little thief, and I suspect she too, has had something to do with all the items stolen from me, while I lived at Rangari on the farm. Someone told me Alicia works at Sydney airport quarantine, and I have had heaps of seeds stolen at quarantine?? Their cousins, also the Whites, lived down the road from the farm at Rangari, small world. {the over-breeders). But the other issue with them, was their mother. She is one of those bloody women that I’ve seen at least on 3 occasions (in retrospect) acting strangely with a phone - I’ve mentioned before “dogs on phones”, well she’s one of them too. Not sure why she would present herself to me, as if to talk on the phone, except there was an incident when we were younger; They were one of the families we had picnics with, and one time, her children, her girls, were behaving atrociously, in regards to a charcoal chicken. And my nature, if there’s any bad behaviour going on, I can do something about it, without actually saying anything, and I did. The mother noted this about me, possibly also slightly ashamed of her atrocious girls. So then she deeply resented me, and I suspect, has ‘got it out for’ me as a result of that incident, of alerting her about her atrocious children. You know, this is her problem, it is not my problem that she has atrocious children - don’t kill the messenger. (It was me that came up with the message, and delivered it, just so there’s no confusion here). So, I mentioned before on my Blog, I think it was on Life Stories page, that those women who followed me around at Tafe, one of their main aims, was to try and get me to speak badly, plus put on weight! Because those two characteristics about a woman, in particular, can kind of elevate status in society. Apparently. So basically, they didn’t want me to speak nicely because other people would think that I am from a specific socio-economic status, and would treat me with respect, - they wanted people to know that I was a student, poor and near starving and they should be disrespectful to me. They hoped people would be disrespectful to me. (See, major dysfunction). Also, in regards to the weight thing, I suspect being overweight makes a woman less desirable for men, so I strongly think that was their main motivation for wanting me to be fat. Jealous insecure women. This thought process would be typical to those bimbo girls who stalk me. Bimbo’s stalk, thinking women do not stalk other people - they have better things to do with their time. And, as a result of that somewhat comical bimbo situation, I think possibly the supermarket girls (the dog network) have cottoned onto the whole thing, and they too hopped on the band wagon and tried to make me put on weight; I have received many things from the supermarket that I didn’t order that had high-fat content, high salt, content, and it is, indeed, like there are people out there, trying to make me fat! {this reminds me of my double dose of Plantar fasciitis. -No need to deliberatley sabotage me, I am quite capable of making my own mistakes!! btw I have been quite skinny my whole life, so it has been at least 20 years since then before I stated getting a little tubby!! I’m not sure, but maybe that whole ‘dog network’ also had something to do with handicapping my foot, so I can’t walk, and thus put on weight that way?? it wouldn’t surprise me if this was the case, and it all goes back to bloody stupid Mrs White and dysfunctional farming families. Oh, and they have been people trying to work on my tone and vocabulary too!! Although I think maybe, it has had the opposite effect, as I seem to now (approaching 50) have a much better grip/control and understanding of my tone, and am able to instill specific responses and emotions purely with my tone. Now I have to work on my weight, bummer, it was soooo good not having to watch what I ate…. And again, rack off you stupid stalking thieving dogs. 12. Patronizing Pricks playing the Game of Trying to make me Feel Guilty So, I use a lot of images, especially on my blog; ones I create myself, and ones I find online. I make a point of not stealing anyone’s work/design/image, and only use free images. Although many times I see something I adore, and I save it as pin, or do a screenshot, just to look at it for a bit, until I get bored of it, and then I delete it, - so, with no intended purposes of using the image for profit or personal gain. BUT, the stupid dogs (the ones who can’t apply common sense, and don’t have any common sense in their brain at all - and who like to play facetious, antagonistic games), see that I look at those images, and they accuse me of stealing their designs, or whoever‘s design/image it is. (Dogs, who play sides). Which of course, downloading a screenshot to do that, IS NOT stealing. WAKE UP. If I were to use that image to make money, or pass off as my own, then yes that would be stealing. As I do not do that, it is not stealing. So, all those bloody dogs, little kids, computer nerds, and many people from the television industry, including famous people who don’t mind their own business and like to play sides too, just like a dog; who are all on my back about this issue; BUGGER OFF. I personally believe those people, have stolen from me, for this reason, petty theft. (Those people will be going to hell). So, since I have been cast out of basically everywhere, and have made a big stink about all the dogs on my back, with my Blog, mostly; they are no longer doing this. However, one day my neighbour, old man, has taken it upon HIMSELF to speak on behalf of the owner/designer, (via the dogs on phone manner), saying that it will be fine, to look at their image - in a passive, aggressive, antagonistic, manner. So arrogant. This behaviour is unacceptable. And what, are you 7yrs old and need to be told what behaviour is ok, and what is not, – STILL? I am not your mother or your father, it is not up to ME, to reign you in. I will not do it – so you see, you are barking up the wrong tree. And someone who would do that, automatically puts them into ARSE CATEGORY; Who the hell do you think you are? Go jump in the lake, you stupid moron. Don’t get me started with people wanting credit also for any little thought that enters their head, then they express it online. And, there’s no copyright for a dance routine, you stupid little Wingy people. It’s a dance, if you copy someone else’s dance, you don’t have to attribute them for doing the choreography, wake up and apply common sense. It’s a dance. Any dance that you can come up with, you can be sure (possibly with the exception of the SYTYCD choreographers), has already been done. People have been around for a very long time, dancing for a long time, and just because it’s not online doesn’t mean it hasn’t already been done or thought of. Also, now that I think about it, this game of “Trying to make me Feel Guilty” has being going on for ages, many stupid people, mainly women, who have crossed my path (in uninvited manner, and from entertainment industry) want to play it – they LOVE to play this game, it is a total deliberate power trip for them. Those people may not have noticed, but I pay no attention to them, and do what I do. I have nothing to feel guilty about, nothing, ever. But they are like annoying Monkees on my back trying to create guilty situations over nothing – rack off you irritating fools. I have come to the conclusion, that because I have a quite demeanour, people think I have got something to hide. And that it is the ‘quiteness’ that automatically sets off ‘the dogs’ on weird guilt trip missions. No secrets, see from my Blog. 13. Another trip into town, another bunch of nonthinking sign people MONUMENTAL NUISANCE This is what happened this afternoon when I went to post my letters (and this happens very regularly, and pretty much in exactly the same manner, and has been like this for over 30 years, going right back to when I started working at Bonds). First of all, when I decide that I’m going out, there’s seems to be some car that always drives into the unit complex, just down from me (X marks the spot in the photo), either sits there and does nothing, or picks up someone, or drops someone off, who knows. I don’t pay attention to what the neighbours are doing unless it’s really peculiar or related to me somehow, or causing annoying nuisances. (I guess this might count as peculiar- next time it happens, I’ll get it on camera), then they leave, it does seem to be always a different car. I have no idea what they’re up to, possibly just a coincidence, but I don’t really believe in coincidences. Possibly it is some girl doing the stupid signs that I am about to describe; I feel it is a ‘she’ who is doing it, as women are far more organised than men, and this whole thing basically consists of being organised and getting the timing right; she arranges people to cross my path, I’ve mentioned it a few times on my blog. I started taking photos in the attempt to stop them from doing it, as they are a MONUMENTAL NUISANCE. So far it hasn’t worked, but I’m going to persist, because they are a big peace disturbing nuisance. So, when I go down the street, on my way to post the letters, this is how it goes; first there’s a toll truck, and by the way, the toll truck is just like the one in the photo, it’s always one of those huge big semi-trailers. Next there is police car, this one drove past me then parked in front of me, just down a bit, in front of an empty house. Then she sends someone who’s drives the same car type and colour car, as my next-door neighbours up the hill. This car pulls up infront of me at the letterbox, (it’s a red letter drop, in an area where there’s no other shops, so no one would drive over there unless they were posting letters). They were just sitting there in their car; they weren’t posting any letters. So, I took a photo of the numberplate and drove around to the other side of the street and got a photo of the driver, he ‘happened’ to wind down his window, as you can see from the photo it’s a Chinese man, by the looks, in his 50s, possibly a little tubby. Now, I personally do not know any Chinese man at all, so I have no idea who that person is. {When someone shows themselves like that, you can be sure it is 100% deliberate, and this is, some guy, most likely trying to save the stupid bimbos, who usually follow me and harass me in cars – who always run away and do NOT want me to recognize them. That man then proceeded to drive up to the road where my unit is, parked on the side of the road, and then as I drove past, beeped - two beeps; they do beep signs; 2 beeps if you lose, 1 beep if you win. (Like I said, they’ve been doing these kind of weird thing for many many years - they are completely predictable and their stupid game of winning and losing is absurd. I am bloody sick of them, because they are completely rude and disrespectful. oh, I forgot, she also sent a bunch of kids at the letterbox, after the Chinese man had left, when I went back to the letter box to post my letters, about 8 - I didn’t bother getting their photos, although that is the main reason, I suspect whoever arrange them, put them there so I would take their photo and make them feel important, and I didn’t do it, ha ha ha ha. And that man following ‘infront’ of me, who the hell do you think you are? I mean, was there some girl who commanded you to go and drive just infront of me to the letterbox, then go and beep at me? and you said “okay sure”? I mean what kind of 3rd born fool are you? What exactly did you want to happen at the letterbox? And then possibly if when I saw you on my way home? Did you want something to happen then? Your actions are unwanted, idiotic and nuisance. I can tell the sign girl right now to rack off, and stop using me to amuse herself, but it is more of a concern as to why people agree to this girls request. It seems like there is some sort of weird unhealthy human worshipping going on. Maybe all those people she gets, have no sense of religion, they didn’t go to church, no Sunday school as kids, they weren’t taught about God in school.… and so, when some girl comes along, and adopts a “know it all, arrogant persona”, plus tells them what to do, they think nothing of it and obey. It is sick. Quite possibly this sign business goes back to the 60’s or 70’s, with Johnny Cash doing a music film clip for television - he did it with signs (big paper boards with black texter messages), it’s quite famous, so I was told. I was also told that Johnny Cash was a copycat and that there were other people before him that did it; I think they were black, I’m not too sure about the whole music industry stories. But someone like Johnny Cash was perceived to be really cool, and so there’s been basically thousands if not millions, of people copying him, doing signs - a worldwide nuisance phenomenon. False deities. So that’s 30 years of this stupid bimbo girls bullshit stalking, have you any idea how hard it is to function if you have dogs constantly following you (stalking) and harassing by trying to inject themselves in to my life in this most unwelcome way. It is impossible, I can assure you. HAVE YOU ANY IDEA?? I would like to know why this type of thing is not recognised by Centrelink, as those dogs have a direct correlation to why someone would be on benefits. So much so infact I wonder why there is no similar payment like a widows pension? This is another reason why I feel like I am surrounded by clueless morons. And I should remind you, even if I do not go anywhere, I still have dogs harassing me in the form of bimbo neighbours who mainly harass by yelling, but also stealing, this happens on a daily basis – although, now, not as much stealing, as its much harder if I am home all the time, and there is no back door or window access. So, they still would be stealing if they could, but now, it is only certain people who have specific skills that can steal from me, and not so much the copycats. So basically, that means, more verbal harassment as they try to claim ownership and control – STUPID BIMBOS, and so mentally dysfunctional. As if you can own me, you stupid dogs. Wake up. (I suspect that bimbo up the hill is totally frustrated now, as I have done a whole heap of stories about women using their kids to control, and taking their frustrations out on. – so she has realized she ought not do that, thast is what bad hopeless mothers do. So the bimbo is now trying to take her frustrations out on me – so typically stupid female). Fuck off. Oh, and I want to make it clear, I feel I need to repeat myself here, as there are many BIMBOS who are not getting the message, it does not matter what I do, where I am, if I am working, or not working – I STILL HAVE DOGS harassing me. PLEASE GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK LITTLE HEADS and stop telling me to get a job in your revolting passive ways. Fuck off dickhead golfers and wives from Netflix, who the hell do you think you are. – I have started a new collage “A Dickhead Collage”, those 3 are the first to go on it. This is dog car, when I photographed it, the girl said she lose? Also, the blonde driving it, was also waiting for me up at the hospital car park when I had that infected tick (different car) – she was just sitting in her car at 645am, the only other person in the carpark. After I got back to my car, she was gone. - I tell you they are obsessed. 14. Snobby Television Produces who Create Exclusion Shows I hear about discrimination and the whole ‘exclusion’ theme of discrimination, which got me thinking back to any time where I have been excluded. I hate to tell you this, but the television industry is full of people who discriminate, and I have witnessed some really nasty things by popular people making popular shows. I should’ve started making a list 20 years ago. Well, I’ll start now. I can remember this one in particular, Downton Abbey, but there’s been heaps and heaps more. So, from now on, every time I see it, I’ll do a screenshot and perhaps make a collage. 😁 I should add. I know that there are directors, who may not know about the dog network, and how sneaky they are, how they can infiltrate your show under the guise of being popular, and or wise, and or funny, and can make changes without the produces knowledge, they do signs, some of them are very clever. Also, there are some programs, where I can just see plain evil, it’s like someone has told tehm you’ve goit the whole nation waaching being as naughty as you – and off they go, not even fully thinking things through. Attention seekers. There also seems to be group of young men that sometimes prodcuesers shows (and or possibly gay women), and it is clear that those groups are in need of a ‘Queen Bee’ to keep things amicable. A lot of them have no morals whatsoever, yet someone has put them in control of dictating to the masses!! And unfortunately there are viewers out there who take their word as gospel. By the way, what strikes me as ironical is, I noted, especially when I was younger in my 20s, that wealthy people desire exclusive activities, such as an exclusive resort, exclusive transport, exclusive restaurants, exclusive clubs…, and the irony comes in, where I see so many women in Australia, having multiple kids, it’s like they’re creating the opposite of exclusive for themselves. 15. I can see I am going to have to make my own Vichy Shower! 16. Lycra Swimwear Design for Lycra Surf Pant So, over the years, I have liked to purchase my own designer custom print fabric. I used to sell my fabrics on a ‘certain’ website, and quite a lot would get sold. Even though there was very minimal profit margin, there was enough, after an accumulation over a few months, to be able to purchase my own fabric from the same website, at the designer discount, so in affect, I didn’t actually pay for any of the fabrics, which is how I could do it, because actually they’re pretty expensive, and if you’re not working, there’s no way you can afford a custom print fabric. But since I was kicked out of their website (due to one of their staff being a stupid manipulated Nazi saboteur), in 2019, unfortunately this means for me, no more fabrics. But in 2020 we had Covid cash grants, and one of the things I purchased, in bulk, was fabric for Summer Nighties, which actually didn’t work out that expensive considering how much nighties are in the shops, but actually, finding a good cotton summer nighty was pretty impossible, I could not find any, anywhere, everyone was just selling singlets and those little boxer shorts for women - which I really don’t like to sleep in at all. I’ve used quite a few different suppliers, none of them are based in Australia, unfortunately. I have written a review of all of them on my blog, describing, which are the best, and which are pretty bad. But I am doing a separate little story, this time round, because I wanted to order 1m of lycra in my design shown above, and the Lycra was only US$8.50, which is a very good price, ($40/m here) however when I went to check out, postage was US$30, and if I clicked 2m of lycra, the postage went up to US$75 (AU$120)!! So, obviously it doesn’t cost $120 to send 2m of lycra to Australia from China. Therefore, this company is “trying it on”, trying to steal from their customers by overcharging post. As if anyone in their right mind would pay $120 for 2m of lycra. What is wrong with you UBEIT TEXTILE? (Jerry at ubeitex). I don’t want have to put you on my bad list. Too late. By the way, I thought I should attach a screenshot to show the US$75, and 2m, so I went back to their site today, but the postage was not $75 today, it was $38.40! So not sure why they are changing postage costs on a daily basis. But I still wouldn’t be paying $38.40 for postage of 2m fabric, as $38.40 for 2m of fabric, is still overpriced. I did send an email to them, but again they did not get back to me (probably because my last lot of fabrics from the was flawed – guilty conscious). 17. The real facts - This is not 1901 anymore, it’s 2023 I often hear and see people crying racial wealth gap issues. Well, maybe the gap being poor white people and rich black people. I can assure you in Gunnedah black poor people is not a thing, abbo‘s in Gunnedah Drive Mercedes, whilst also collecting Centrelink payments. In Queensland where I live there are a lot of Islanders, and they are all homeowners, and the people who rent, so POOR people, as I have observed, are majority white singles. White Singles This is my experience as I have witnessed life, it might be different in other areas, or it might have once been the other way around, but certainly is not any more. I personally think this is because a lot of abbo’s and Islanders have strong ‘mob’ mentality, as in, large families. Whereas single people are discriminated against in this country. From where I am looking, (and I’m quite an observant person), singles are the most widely discriminated group of people in Australia, way more than any other race or sex discrimination. By a long shot. And here is a good spot to mention, I have witnessed frequently “people of colour” having normal interactions with people, and something bad happens – as it often does, and they cry racism, omg, NO ITS NOT. Shit happens to everyone. I am a perfect example! Suffice to say I think there is some way to “precious” attitudes going on, especially amongst young people, as they are so inexperienced at life and just how difficult it can be. 18. First theft of 1000 items since 1993 I came across these sunglasses recently, and was reminded of the sunglasses I purchased when I got my first job in Sydney, back in 1993, one of my first purchases; and exactly like those above - it's probably the same brand, same model. These sunglasses were my first item to be stolen, and guess who stole the sunglasses? The Common wealth bank staff stole these. They were stolen when I was on my lunch break and had ventured into the bank to deposit my pay check. The staff later contacted me and said I had left my sunglasses on the counter, they would keep them for me until I would be down on my next available lunch break, lunch break was the only time I could go to the bank. When I went down to the bank to get my sunglasses, suddenly there were NO sunglasses, the guy I spoke to went to get them, but came back empty handed and said they are lost. There were no explanation as to what happened to them, so I got a little bit angry, I insisted that they pay $90 because that's how much they cost me, they were designer sunglasses, instead, the bank said they would get back to me, and when they did, they had purchased another pair of sunglasses for $25, which was a knock off, a cheaper version, and gave them to me! This was the Pendle Hill Commonwealth Bank down at Sydney. I mean they were pretty much the same, most people would not be able to tell the difference. But since I've had a few other weird experiences at the bank, as I have described on my blog, and considering how many items have been stolen from me since, it wouldn't surprise me if the bank has something to do with it. Thieving female staff of western suburbs Sydney. Savages. Or maybe "Copycat Perves" Btw, ofcourse now and for some time, I would never spend $90 on a pair of sunnies!! What a waste they were, when I was 19 – young and foolish…… Something about those gold blinkers I think, reminds me of the shiny copper coins when I was 4yrs old…. I suggest you buy you daughters something cheap and shiny along those lines, so they can get it out of their system – the need for shiny objects!! Lol! 19. The Cruel Martingale See that martingale rain , that’s what cruel uptight wannabe hoitytoity bimbos use to ride a horse with.It’s usually pulled much tighter than shown, so that the horse’s head is pointing right downwards. Making the horse extremely uncomfortable, and in pain. In my opinion, it is a torture device. Traditionally the rider does this so she can feel dominant over the horse, as in “bow to me horse, I am in charge”, with supposedly the pain, subduing the horse into obedience. It’s just pathetic, and certainly not necessary if you’re any where near a half decent rider. Of course, I’m certain there are riders who would have no idea the intended effect that the martingale has on a horse. They have just seen and thought “Oh that looks good. I want to do it” - a true bimbo. 20. Bimbos on TV Who Do Reflections Enough is enough! Years and years of the stupid dogs in the Television and Movie industry who do reflections by manipulative produces who use them, to have a go at people. Those women are true bimbos. I’m not even sure if they’re fully aware of how stupid they are, and how they are being used in this passive manner. But they interfere with my life. Dogs who think it’s fun to “play sides” on screen. At the moment they have decided to take sides with my aunt who I’ve just written a story about describing a situation that happened in the past (a true story ofcourse). Obviously, I must’ve hit the nail on the head, because I got such a reaction from these stupid dogs, who have decided to use their position of power to try to “put me back in my place”. They do this all the time, and for many years, in fact, I think it’s their favourite thing to do, and the whole reason they got into television. Plus, if I encounter someone, like I paths cross in life, those television bimbos get so excited, because they know that they will be able to do reflections and “play sides”. And if no ‘situation’ arises, so no ‘sides’ need to be chosen, then they’ll go out of their way to try and create one by manipulating people who cross my path, like my neighbours. There are so many truly evil people in this world, it’s hard for anyone who has had a remotely good upbringing to even comprehend. Rack off you stupid dogs. This reminds me of a bully cat I encountered at my new address. It belonged to a woman who, {you may have noticed, I have no problem calling a woman a dog if she is one, but I would not normally make a snide comment about a woman’s ‘class’, but in this case, as she herself is a bully, steals from me via the dog network and musicians, plus makes jokes at my expense, I will; she is TRASH. {note, this woman did not swear, spoke normally, that is, when not inebriated, but making jokes at someone else’s expense, is about the trashiest thing anyone can do. “TRASH“ has naught to do with money, and everything to do with attitude; suffice to say this woman had heaps of cash, so, not poor, and she had a cat (she had a dog too, but she killed it – by dragging it along, tied to the back of the car). So, her cat would come and visit me frequently, it would hang out on my car, sleep there. My cat Tulip was not bothered by this other cat, possibly because he is blind. But I noticed when Tulip was ever in the stair well outside, this other cat would very passively just sit at the top of the stairs, to try and keep him down there, and not let him pass to come back out. Those bully’s in the movie industry reminds me of this feline bully situation, with people on television using their chastisement attacks, to try to personally attack my esteem, my self-esteem and my confidence, “get back down in your place”. Talk about dysfunctional people – there they are. This was a hallmark movie called ‘Love at Sea’ on prime video, so they too are just as bad as any of the commercial/non-commercial TV stations in Australia, that I no longer watch due to too many stupid bitchy women. They are on Netflix too. And rack off Tracy from Bonds 30 years ago - you stupid ignoramus dog, even worse than Kelly and Franka. Infact those 2 could be the stupid dogs who “play sides”. I should add, just one incidence of this attack, every so often, has an “echo” like affect; so very memorable, and tends to overweigh all the good programming that I have seen {the people who are in “good hands”}. Plus the musician dog network, I believed started in 1996 via Triple J - triple J is a radio station run at the University in Sydney, Sydney Uni, targeting young kids and young adults. At some slots, when nothings scheduled, they must just get anyone from the uni to come in, and DJ. There is a lot of thieving trash in Sydney, even at Sydney Uni. I recall them, when I listened to the radio, pretty much all day everyday back – sneaky thieving woman who would steal via their femine dog ways. The incident in Sarina chemist and the musician busker next door, trying to steal from me – is related to her and the thieving dog network – STILL, some 30 years later. You should never listen to the radio. It’s also annoying to have my Prime or Netflix show interrupted/started with, Trailers with dogs who do signs – and it’s offensive, listening to untalented, trashy people’s attempt at music. I know many other people get offended. For all you people who are clueless, as to what I am talking about: it’s true, and wake up. 21. Animals Gambling at Another’s Expense, by Form of Animal This was a screenshot from a movie showing humans using animals to fight one another, and amuse themselves at their fear/anger/terror/brutality/violence and eventual death. This issue again of ‘having fun at someone else’s expense’, just the same as the above story. Only this shot clearly shows the humans in the crowd as barbaric animals. And it reminds me of the stupid retailer women in Australia, specifically kmart Sarina, and Bunnings Tamworth – trash. Absolutely disgusting behaviour. Thankyou movie people for bringing this issue to light. Here's good spot to mention “live animal shows”, and my feelings about them. When I was 19, I stayed with my friend from fashion school at her parents house in Hong Kong. 1992/3. We went to SeaWorld. Back then when I was 19, I didn't really give too much thought as to what it meant going to see a live animal show. I was sitting there watching it, and I just had this most awful feeling come over me the longer I sat there. I wasn't even really sure what was upsetting me so much. There was no “attention” in society to this kind of thing, not like today, I see on Facebook protest about live animal shows, and documentaries showing cruelty by animal trainers. So there is a movement of good people, trying to close them down. (Thankgoodness). It did take me awhile to figure out exactly what the issues are, and why I feel so strongly about live animal shows. At some point, I watched a movie about an elephant who was in a circus, and he was treated badly, cruelly. One day the elephant snapped and threw a hissy fit killed its trainer, and it was really a movie that brought into consciousness how live animal shows are completely wrong, the cruelty that goes on there, and the control and the torture, involved in the training. Taking something out of its natural habitat, destroying its life and freedom, keeping it in captivity, sometime often caged. Just the usual stuff as to why someone or some animal would become totally pissed off, eventually. The only conclusion you can draw is that anyone who goes and sees a live animal show is a complete halfwit, a total backwards retard, who has not evolved from basic humanity, into someone who should be fully evolved and aware, by 2025. WAKE UP. Where is the collective consciousness re this issue. {And how could they not realize what they were doing was completely wrong?} I did write about this before, but the story is missing, now it could be a conspiracy; someone at SeaWorld sabotaging my stories because they make money from live animal shows, STILL TODAY 2025. But since I wrote it a long time ago, it might've just been lost… So do you know any young people? let them become aware about live animal shows, don't let them just bumble along like I did when I was young, not really realising the full extent as to what I was observing. 22. So Many Movies Over Covid19 This one called “Kept Woman”, my comments about it: That main character ‘Simon’ he reminds me of my 7 day ordeal. He is exactly what mental health care workers are like in Australia; they want you to play this worship game with them, and do exactly what they say. If there weren’t any laws those mental health workers would pretty soon end up exactly like Simon by killing the girl that he didn’t like. This is how stupid human nature is. 23. Rowing story re finding your voice, and are you a natural chess player At school, I used to belong to the rowing club, being slim, I was the Cox, for our team of awesome foursome! I loved it! It was like a free ride! Part of the Coxes job is to keep all the rowers in unison, and let them know what’s happening across the field. In order to do this, and bare in mind, that out on the water it’s usually a little gusty, and due to the boats fast momentum, there’s a fair amount of noise going on. And so, in order to communicate to all 4 rowers down the row, the Cox has to yell really loudly (and I do believe this is the sole reason why I ended up having the fortunate job of Cox, much to the dismay of the rowing coaches daughter, who missed out). I say this because, at this point in my life, I really had no voice at all. I mean it was there. It was just hiding, I didn’t know how to raise it even a little bit, let alone extremely loudly. And so, Juliet, the girl who was first rower, sitting directly in front of me, she could hear me no problems, but, as she realised that my voice was kind of pathetic, and the others couldn’t hear me, even though I was really trying to be loud, she came up with a devious way to get me to be louder and yell; and that was basically by pissing me off, as the angrier I got, the louder I was (dam her sneaky cleverness!!) So, at the end of a ‘session’ with Juliet- I had definitely found my voice! – seriously, if it were not for her I would still be mumbling in my beard ! J God works in mysterious ways! So far as Coxing was going, I’m not sure I was actually a good Cox; I mean, at our first regatta, I looked across the water 1/4 the way through, and we were coming dead last, so then after I started my ‘angry yelling’, we suddenly popped into first, looking to win easy, but due to the HUGE width of the river, when I looked across to the finish line, I thought we had crossed it, and told them to stop rowing, but indeed we had not crossed it, it was an allusion created by the distance, so we ended up coming almost last, in that final 5 seconds. So, it was very disappointing for the 4 of them, they’re all very competitive big girls! {not big as in fat! – actually there were no ‘fatties’ at all in my year at school, no overweight girls, zero}. I did not mind so much, except to see them so disappointed. I was kind of in it only for the free ride across the water! It really is beautiful out on the water, especially in the early of the morning. Such is my nature! Not a sore loser at all! It was the same when I learnt to play chess; I remember when I was 21. I had just moved into my flat down at Pendle Hill, started my first job at Bonds, and my brother had moved in briefly, after he crashed and totalled his car in Canberra – doing drag races. But, he played chess and he wanted to play with me, and he taught me how to play it, but as soon as I figured out the general gist of what was going on in this game, I told him no way! I am not playing this; it’s basically a game where you have got to think ahead and strategize on how to destroy your opponent! It’s not a game for me; my thought process doesn’t involve thinking ahead and strategizing about destroying anything ever! It’s like trying to get me to think in the ‘opposite’ of my normal thought patterns. So unfortunately, Daniel couldn’t play chess, he did shortly move out into a flat with a male flatmate, a graphic designer, whether he could play with him, I’m not sure. But I do believe chess is more suited to the male thought process. Having said that, one of my favourite movies, aside from the movies mentioned on my favourites list, was The Queens Gambit - about a famous female chess player; a chess genius who came up with a famous chess manoeuvre, involving sacrificing the Queen in order to save the others. She had a tragic childhood, no parents, so I guess she would have no qualms about sacrificing a Queen!! There is another story involving rowing, actually I've written about it when I was at Gin Gin, but I couldn’t find it anywhere, seems to have disappeared, so I'll put it here again; after we had our season of rowing it was time to start racing. We were to team up with our brother school across the way, TAS, and travel over to, I think it was Coffs Harbour, or somewhere like that. At this point none of us girls, had really had anything to do with boys, we were in year 10. So, when the bus of the TAS rowing team pulled up, (we were standing out the front of the bus stop), everyone - all the 'little girls', kind of ran away to the back, except me of course, leaving me standing at the front, ready to hop on the bus. (I'm not very a fearful person, but possibly out of all the girls, I was most likely to be the most ill-equipped to handle a bus load full of boys!!) When I hesitantly got on the bus, the first person I saw was Spril, Sprilla! He was my next door neighbour from 'Holwood' at Gunnedah, that was his nickname, his family used that name, we were good family friends, so I was delighted to see a familiar face, and I sat down right next to him and just started chatting, all concerns out the window. By the way, he had told me all of the TAS rowing team were also a little hesitant to turn up at the girls school, because they thought the rowing team must be, like, all of these big beefy butch man-hating women!! So, when they pulled into the bus stop and saw all the 'little girls' running away and then saw me, completely petite, they were all very relieved too! Lol Image from 2018 NEGS newsletter 24. Anyone who does NOT have a Spectacular Garden in their Backyard, is a Fool I found this photo online , I was so impressed with Ricardo Galvão’s Garden, a big healthy pond, complete with fish, and one big enough for a quick dip in summer, plus eyecandy observation opportunity with fun snorkelling. Some people just know how to live. Others don’t – I have seen rows upon rows (upon rows) of housing, all with a green rectangular lot out back – and that’s it, that’s all those dozens and dozens of home owners have done with their backyard – a green lawn. They are totally missing out on a great part about being alive on earth, and how boring, uncreative, unadventurous so many people are. 25. Average Weekly Australian Paypacket You know, the Average weekly take-home pay packet for a woman is : $1,781.60 (in the public sector, that is, a government job, like a council worker) and $1,490.70 (in the private sector) 19 Aug 2021 My weekly pay packet is $390.50 When my lease ends, I am expected to find somewhere new to live and rent - have you seen the rental prices in QLD? An anywhere near half respectable house, only begins in the late $300/early $400’s per week. No wonder I’m so pissed off. Also note how the public sector earns more than the private sector - this goes all the way back to private schools, because private schools are taught in a very oppressive backwards ways, and hence they have less abilities to make money. https://emilyconstancebieman.wixsite.com/blog Btw, the minimum wage, the take home pay is $605. So the average above does not really count for anything, as it has come about from all the rich people’s extreme high salaries, pushing the average up, making everyone feel inadequate. Anyway, I seem to manage, but sometimes I encounter people who seem to have no concept of what it means to have no spare money. Like social situations are not good, so, lucky I don’t socialize much. Also, some people are aware, but then assume I am out to try to steal or take advantage of them and their money. 26. Big Picture insights I know they have done many ‘think tank studies’, and all major players agree, that democracy is the best way to govern. But watching the wonderful footage (and what a stunning country), we can see of the world now via YouTube, {photo above shows a screenshot of one part of the country, next to a shot of another part }. I can plainly see in this country, that there is theft going on, and, in the name of ‘democracy’. I feel the powers that be, are slow to do thing something about this, due to the fact that they are threatened, that somebody’s going to take away their money. So I figure, it’s up to me to say something, since my monies to take away are somewhat limited. J I have been to Bali, once, when I was 9. 27. Dads Redback Spider Story Dad used to tell everybody his Redback Spider story, we’ve all heard, but I am going to write it down for anyone who hasn’t heard it! And since I briefly mentioned it on my blog, but was deleted by hackers, I will do a whole photo story for it!! When dad was at school, he used to play football, he had football boots with cleats (shoes with studs on the outer sole to aide grip on a grassy field). This one day, just after he started playing his match, he had some pain in his foot, he sat down, took his boots off, and he could see he had been bitten by a redback spider, that had been in his shoe. Apparently, it was all very dramatic and serious, there happened to be somebody there who had a hearse car, and so it was them who volunteered to take dad up to the emergency hospital so he could lie down! It was a bit of a joke about that - going to the hospital in the car used to transport the dead! But pulled through the spider bite, but I believe there were long term side-effects. He didn’t really talk about that side of things, but every single morning from that day forward, I saw that he checked his shoes, even when he was an old man, he still checked his shoes before putting them on. Back then he lived in Killara, Sydney, where there are prevalent redbacks, however I believe redbacks all over Australia. Interesting how he had this foot problem, and I have been unable to walk on my foot properly for the last 5 years due to boot sabotage. There are some godawful people in life. 28. Aus Study Theft by Centrelink Bimbos I believe it called Youth Allowance now – money available for anyone under 24 in study or looking for work. So, in Feb this year, I put in a complaint with Centrelink stating they discriminate! This girl contacted me back, saying ‘why do you say discriminate’ - she really wanted to know why I used the word discriminate. (Alarm Bells – possibly not centerlink?) And the reason why I had said it, {but not actually put it in the complaint} was because I was denied Disability when I couldn’t walk on my foot, and I was entitled to it according to their rules I read on their website. (You are eligible if you have a condition longer than three years) And they refused it, and it just reminded me of the time when I was 18 and I went in to Centrelink, on the North Shore of Sydney, near where I was studying fulltime, asking to go Aus study. I was entitled to it. But the girl in the counter said “NO, YOU CAN’T GET IT YOU’RE NOT ELIGIBLE”, she was rude and a bitch. I can’t remember if I filled in their form or not, I guess not, as I would have got the form there then, but she sent me packing. And me being a very young 18yr old, just left thinking, what a shit, then proceeding to near starve for the next two years. That stupid Centrelink girl was discriminating. And for 2 reasons; She assumed that I had money, maybe I was dressed particularly nicely that day – I was studying fashion. And the other, being I do not have an overly attractive face. I’m writing about this because I’ve written about it before, but it was stolen, - yet another piece of my writing stolen. But this is actually quite a big thing; people who aren’t very pretty get discriminated against, big time. Mainly women, but I guess men to when dealing with young bimbos would be discriminated against too? Back then I still hung out occasionally with school friends, one of them in particularly was ‘pretty’, well, the boys certainly thought so, {I personally thought she was a bit of a plain jane – but I won’t tell her that J !} Whenever I was with her, it was literally like I was living in a different world. She would have dozens of men coming up to her, in any situation, to see if she wanted anything, all so polite and respectful – it was extraordinary. And that girl would have no idea what it’s like, for someone who is not so attractive. She would have no idea how disrespectful some (by that I mean many) men are. I can’t quite recall what else I said in my story when I was talking about pretty vs ugly discrimination with my once-upon a time pretty friend. But bottom line is people who aren’t very pretty get discriminated against. And women who are attractive get the world laid out before their feet. Maybe I mentioned the government are aware of such things, as they made facial reconstruction surgery free, for anyone who is born with a cleft lip. When I told the complaints girl about not receiving Aus study at 18, she said they keep all their records, and told me that they never received an application form, so therefore they can’t address the complaint. How convenient for them. You know, I have tried to do something about the state of the workers who work for Centrelink – they are by far the biggest dogs in Australia, as you would know if you have read my blog. When I went into the Gunnedah Centrelink, every time, there would be a bunch of women sitting up the back chit chatting – doing absolutely no work, ever, it was a total ‘bludge out chat feast for lazy bimbos’ – a fulltime job. And there were at least 40 girls – that’s 40 dogs receiving salaries for doing Jack Shit. Anyway, after a lot of complaining, they were shut down, there are minimal staff there now, and Jobs Providers have taken over dealing with recipients. But the fact that I was once again knocked back for payment, tells me they are still run by dogs. Burn in hell burn in hell, you stupid bitches from Centrelink 29. Whip Bird Story, Eastern Whipbird (Psophodes olivaceus) One time I drove down to Sydney via the backway, through Yengo National Park. I think it borders Wollombi National Park too. There were these huge big, beautiful trees, a forest with these amazing birds calling and echoing through the whole forest, singing in that high soprano shrill, for hrs, the whole time I was driving through – nice and slow, with the windows down. It was absolutely beautiful - such a pleasant driving experience. Bush fragrant too. Then later, a few weeks, maybe months (?) out of my farm at Rangari one day, I heard those same birds, that I had heard way down south (probably 400km away). Before then, I certainly had never heard them, they were not from around the Gunnedah area. I did not even know their name at that point. I thought that can’t be real, I thought maybe someone like Heath Barwick or the dogs on Radio National or a stalking musician (Delta Goodrum), had gotten wind of my new favourite bird, and decided to play some bird recordings from afar? But as I was listening to them again a few days later, I actually saw them - live in the flesh! – not recorded!! They came right onto my veranda and started playing around in front of the mirror that I had hanging on the veranda wall. Making these beautiful noises too! Lol. Had they too followed me up??!! perhaps, they had gotten wind of my new favourite bird, and decided to fly 400km (by car, so prob 200km by the way of the parrot fly’s)! SHE LOVES US!! Someone told me then; they were Australian Whipbirds ; they thought it hilarious that my favourite bird was called Whipbird; as that person was probably one of those stupid dogs who try to inflict pain on me from afar – going back to church and the whole kneeling thing. STUPID WOMEN. {btw, not without my permission, you mentally deluded bimbos}. And, they are called Whipbirds, as there is a crack at the end of their call, like a whip being cracked, sound. Some years later I heard some Bellbirds, and it reminded me of all the echoes too, so it could have been both Bellbird and Whipbird in that forest. I also noted when I looked up the bird calls online, there are numerous recordings, and there are many slightly different variations of calls, some higher than others, some ending in a low crack, others ending in a shrill crack. Unfortunately I didn’t get a sound recording or a photograph of them. And again, it really annoys me how Google have removed all of the free images from their search results, even if you select the non-licensable box, in search tools, they have replaced them all with licensable ones, because they want people to purchase them, and not have access to the thousands of free images that there are. I’m really annoyed about it. There’s heaps of free images available, and Google should include them. Now, if you want a free one, you have to already know about free websites with free images, and go hunting for them. {Its like that bird saying to a Birder “pay to take that photograph thankyou!” – or a thieving stalking harassing bimbo turning around to me, and saying “pay for that story”!!} 30. My Teaching Experience re Knitting I can honestly say knitting has changed my life; I no longer have to wait anymore. I started knitting because I found receptionist (especially at Drs) kept me waiting for hours -once I started knitting, my life changed, my waiting time was cut down to like 5 minutes. Females are such a pervert’s (secret) apparently if you knit, your “boring”! Once at Centrelink at Parramatta I was kept waiting 5 hours - really, nooo hard feelings at all. If only I had a photo of that bimbo receptionist/serve counter girl. The receptionists at the Barbara Street medical Centre and the Rural health Centre in Gunnedah, not only are pervy bitches, but take advantage of being able to perve on single women waiting, by stealing from their open bag at the counter (dogs working in packs), and also trying to be antagonistic, by being difficult about making appointments, and simply trying to infuriate single ladies {I'm fairly certain they wouldn't try these antics with any man. In fact, one thing I've noticed amongst most young women, is that they are completely different if there is a man around. I mean COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. They are pretty much schizophrenic. Like ‘sweet talking, polite, respectful, around men, but then stupid bloody bitches around women when there are no men looking. It still happens today even over the phone with council staff. This is a real thing. A real dysfunction that other women suffer from. Anyway, that is a different story. But the receptionist at Gunnedah, I need to also mention, if you get angry with them and about their stupid antics about NOT making appointments, then they will accuse you of having mental health problems, and furthermore they will use their power and influence, working in the health industry, to try and get you institutionalised; just because you raised your voice at them. THEY ARE DISGUSTING CREATURES. All doctors receptionist, as far as I'm concerned, need a bullet to the ear. Did you hear that stupid blonde – not going to be changing my mind ever you little twit. I’ve started to take photos of them when I enter a building now, same across all receptionists, in all areas - it works, they do not want other people to know they are merely little pervy bitches. Also writing this blog has helped tremendously, as most “good” people, have no idea what those evil women are like. Clueless, until now, till I spilt the beans. I know I shouldn't really get so worked up about stupid blondes, {as some guy pointed out to me!} And especially as nature has a way of taking care of such evilness - I know that they will get their come-uppance. But still sometimes they follow me after I leave, often harass me from my neighbours, they did this at Gunnedah, and Gin Gin, and here someone has built a bungalow next door when I moved in – they harass me from the neighbours. A common thing for dogs to do. They also watch me and my house, and steal from me, from my house, and from my locked car. Essential oils are their no 1 favourite item to steal – they take 1, use it for a month or so, then return it, and take another, and do the same. Recently when this happened at a shop I went into at Sarina, I discovered if I go straight from there to a police station, the harassers take off! - I did not even have to go inside the station!! (it happen to be closed). So, knitting has helped me somewhat – but if I forget my knitting at the Dr’s – well its bimbo dog reflection hell for me!! I should add, in Gunnedah, I used to knit a lot. A LOT. This was back when my arms worked properly, and I could knit at 50 miles an hour. I would come in after working hard in the garden all morning, then sit all evening knitting and resting. I have done heaps of garments, accessories, crafty things, all manner of techniques. Actually, not to toot my own horn, but I am a bloody good knitter, and have come up with some good stitch patterns, and aswell as special techniques. Plus ofcourse – knitting jumpers was a must, to keep me warm at Rangari in the winter. Actually, I love beautiful yarns, I love looking at beautiful things, and I love people who take pride and effort in their daily choice of dress - I don’t mean spending on expensive brands, I mean dressing with thought and creativity. Besides, in healthy populations, dressing well, commands respect , and everyone wants respects. My mother taught me to knit in my final year of school; I created a wonderful technicoloured coat from neck to ankle. I went on to complete a diploma in Fashion. I worked 10 years in the fashion industry. I ‘rediscovered’ knitting a few years ago after I got a virus at the nursing home, and I have taken much interest in learning and researching various knitting techniques and garment construction. I have many designs and hope to do more in the future. I have made a decision to keep fibres natural, and I find myself on a textile journey, growing and producing my own fibres, and discovering natural dyes. I have taught Knitting, a course at the Gunnedah Community College. So, this is how this story relates to My Teaching Experience re Knitting; I recall back to the time when I taught a class of knitting at the Gunnedah Community College. At this particular time in my life, I was fully in to knitting, I had spent quite a few years knitting, I had researched many techniques and tried many techniques. I was actually very savvy knitting and knew a lot of tricks. So, I got this classroom, full of ladies, I was determined to teach them all these wonderful skills that I had learnt. However, I think I may have been the only one in the room that took knitting really quiet so seriously!  I soon discovered mainly everybody else was there was there for social reasons. Nevertheless, I think I passed on a few tips and tricks, with the most important being the “Long Tail Cast On” as far as I was concerned this was the basics of basics that one needed to know if one knits, (no one in the Gunnedah class had ever heard of it), in fact, most of them were only familiar with the knit stitch, and did not even know what a purl was (!) – and considering knitting only consists of 2 stitches, the knit, and the purl, (that’s all there is to it - everything else is just a combination of how those 2 stitches are put together), it was a little sad for me, that they did not share my enthusiasm for knitting – one woman couldn’t understand at all why on earth she would need to know how to purl! Also, I had to mention phones, I tried to ‘ban’ mobile phones in class, I knew they would be a problem for me, as I know how much reflective ‘dogs on phones’ were a problem for me, even back then too. But pretty much no-one, paid attention to my little course outline notes, and indeed, they can be really annoying when they go off in class, and someone just starts talking on her phone, when you’re in the middle of teaching. I did not feel I could pull out my bull whip and give her a good lashing. Phone takers are rude and disrespectful. If I was a high school or primary school teacher, I would definitely make it a rule that there were no phones. And if I caught anyone on the phone in class, I would confiscate the phone, and not just for the remainder of the class, but for the remainder of the term. In fact, if I had a child, I definitely wouldn’t be giving them a phone at all, while they’re in school. They do not need a phone. Maybe on their 18th birthday I would consider it. Although now in a family home, they don’t even have a landline connected, so it might be a little shadier, as in, not a black and white situation. No hard and fast rules. But generally, I say no to phones. It’s definitely a way that the kids / adults are distracted, and form together, to gang up on their ‘victim’, whether it be the teacher or other students. It is a bully tool. I mean, it’s not like I said anything to any of the rebellious women who were speaking on the phone in my class, I just ignored them, but that rebellious factor would have been why they had them in class, as I said NO PHONES IN CLASS, in the course pamphlet. (rebellion - dare I say it – STUPID). On the last day, I decided to take some cinnamon buns in for the class, and when I got there, only 1 person had turned up for the last day. mmm! Also, one of them stole all my unorganized Class Knitting Notes. Such is women. Above photo shows: my first 3 jumpers I knit, with my sister Penny modelling the left one. I used to have all my patterns on Ravelry, (for just over 10yrs ) and I would sell them for $2.50 – I sold heaps (with the condition that if you had no kids, then you could get any of my patterns for free!!). But since someone at Ravelry is friends with the girls who are stealing from me (the bimbo receptionists – the whole dog network.) I won’t mention any names, (CASEY FORBES); she removed my whole profile page, including my profile picture, aswell as my newest pattern!! I told her that my profile page was a MY profile, and not their profile – but she did not care (They are total non-thinking bimbo Nazis. So, I had all the problems I was facing as a single lady on my profile page. They did not like that at all – actually I suspect the “thieving bully from Gunnedah” complained to them about my profile, so they deleted it, non-thinking form. You know the problem cannot be fixed if you’re not aware of it sillies, and ha, as it was up there for 10yrs before you nazied it! Message for them: Stand up to manipulative sweet-talking bullies, and have some bloody guts admin. This is life – not a classroom, you silly women. Those women that run that website, discriminate against other women who are not married. Yet another person/business, that could be sued for discrimination.) Actually, I think those women that run that website secretly think they are rich, and superior – a better class, therefore they don’t have to worry about any of the world’s problems, that’s for other people to do something about, all they have to do is stay ‘positive’ all the time, and get rid of anyone who suggests all is not good – (like what stupid bimbos do). Facebook admin is exactly the same. Also, I believe guilty NEGS girls were responsible for that (there is a lot of puppetry that goes on in life). So, I did have all my patterns listed here for free, but I found after 5 yrs, no one requested any, plus I think the nature of dog perverts – well, they just steal any they want, as they can see. So, I removed them. Here is a screen shot of some of my patterns, a little pixalated Life Stories P19 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15 , LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19 (this), LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Life Stories P20 1. The Scent of a Garden Oooh - so important in a garden design . Even though I favour pink native flowering plants, I made a concerted effort to choose fragrant plants too. I grew no less than 5 Murrayas; all spaced around the yard, so no matter what direction the wind was blowing, I would be able to smell the strongly scented flowers! J {Murraya paniculata – Orange Jessamine}. Then I put 4 strongly scented vines around the veranda {Jasminum polyanthum - White Jasmine, and Trachelospermum jasminoides – Star Jasmine, and, Trachelospermum asiaticum - Japanese Star Jasmine, and Jasminum azoricum - Lemon-scented Jasmine}. Plus, one of the reasons I chose to put a dozen Eucalyptus citriodoras around the perimeter, {Lemon Scented Gum} was for the scent of them when it rains – just divine as the high lemony oils are released in the Gunnedah extreme heat and rain. Those were the main contenders for strong fragrance in my dry climate garden, I did try a Daphne on the veranda, apparently, they have a lovely fragrance, however my Daphne just sat on the veranda for 10 years doing nothing, not a single flower nor new stem, nor branch!! {What kind of plant just sits there and does nothing for 10 years!! lol}. Course the 4 Orange trees, 3 Lemons trees, Lime and Kaffir Lime, all have a wonderful fragrance too when they flower, for their brief moment - very similar to the Murraya scent. I miss my garden. Although at my new one in QLD, I have Jackfruit – and, omg, unbelievable scent. Unbeatable! And for weeks. I am in the process of propagating so as to put 1 in front, where the wind blows from mostly. When I was young, before I started gardening. I discovered 3 perfumes that I really liked; Red, then Red Door. After I left the city and moved on to the farm, I no longer bothered with perfume. I did however, get into essential oils and their healing properties, and was delighted by the scents of the oils. I keep a mix of oil and alcohol to use as a perfume, (in a little spray atomizer){after I wrote this, guess what, it was stolen (Dr’s receptionists related) }. I favour Geranium, Orange or Lime or Grapefruit… actually so many, and different combos. Recently shopping, I saw 2 of my old favorite perfumes on special, so I thought I should again get the Red and the Red Door. OMG how disgusting they were! I’m not sure whether I’ve just acclimatized to the natural scents of the essential oils, or they have changed those perfumes, but yuk, so fake and artificial! And I distinctly remember the Red Door having a wormwood type smell, but the Red Door that I purchased in 2023, didn’t resemble anything to wormwood, so it’s probably both. 2. Witch Hunt (and Bush Turkey having fun with himself, smashing my mirror with its r eflection attacks) I think I need to do a whole new story for this situation. It was an incident that sums up most of my adult life, and the problems that I have in Australia - big problems that are out of my control, and (underneath it all) have nothing to do with me - I don't know any of the people involved -but there are a lot of other people involved. I suspect they are NEGS Girls, from an older year, the school I went to 30 years ago now, back in Armidale, NSW. I did a brief review of the situation, as it happened in a Subway in Gunnedah; it is written in my list of 'ban' reviews on Google Maps. And the above top right photo shows a local Bush Turkey having fun with himself, smashing my mirror with its reflection attacks – somewhat appropriate for this story – and HEY, its not my fault most people are ‘birdbrain’. GET OFF MY BACK (sidebar; my 4yr old sister was attack by a turkey, it climbed on her back and scratched her all up). Perhaps the whole family suffers from ‘turkey attacks!” Back in 2016 or so, I decided that I would try the new subway in Gunnedah after it opened. I went in there, patiently waited my turn, and placed my order. As I was waiting, I noted there were two women next to me who were mildly harassing me; they there behaving very strangely, (quite typical at that point, all in a day’s outing….) but also there were what sounded like two youngish girls on the overhead radio that was blaring in the shop, who also were sounding a little strange, and seemingly being nasty - dogs on my back. As the lady behind the counter was making my sub, I could see her doing it, so I told her in a friendly voice that it looked delicious. And in that moment EVERYTHING changed; the two dogs who were beside me suddenly left (they did not take an order with them), and the dogs on the radio suddenly stopped talking, and music started to play. Now, I don't know if you can see what happened from my explanation, but there was definitely something going on in this shop involving me being bullied, until I spoke in a friendly manner to the shop girl. But, I mean I ALWAYS speak in a friendly manner to the Shop girl. This is just an example of bullies trying to make me into a villain, and trying to justify that what they're doing, by following me and harassing me, is the right thing to do, as "I am a baddie". So, they tell themselves, that by their presence (by their fabulous presence), I will now "behave" – such an ego! This kind of bullying, happens all the time. And I'm fairly certain, to the extent that someone (Someone who organises those bully dogs) sent a girl to spy on me in class even, when I went down to Melbourne to RMIT, she said she was from Gunnedah but I'm pretty sure she was not. And the incident on the Wildcat last year, when I went out on my snorkelling day trip, with the 3 Ibuprofen tablets that were stolen from my new ibuprofen tab. And many many such other encounters, just the same. I have bully dogs who follow me everywhere I go, and they make a point of stating "WE ARE WATCHING YOU". Like some sort of deranged lunatic big sister. Someone implied to me one day (as not everyone who walks around the street are as blind as bats, and don't notice what's going on right in front of their noses), I guess it was someone who was observant, implied that it was like watching a witch hunt. And I can assure you that's what it feels like, when I have dogs following me, and harassing me wherever I go in this manner - I can't actually do anything or go anywhere without it being majorly unpleasant. Most of the time…. I hope those dogs get their comeuppance, and I hope they burn in hell. (One woman told me recently; the Black Plague; direct revenge from God, for burning women at the stake). Burning women at the stake - can you actually comprehend how anyone could do that? At least they have evolved a little bit from doing that, to now only verbal harassment and theft. I guess I am still ‘before my time’. You know back in 2020, when I was falsely imprisoned for those 7 days in Bundaberg, by stupid Sharon Morgan, I didn't really talk about all the MANY instances, where I have been followed and harassed. I did mention it once briefly, vaguely, and I was immediately shut down with statements of "Only crazy people think they're being followed and harassed." So, this is my biggest 'fuel', at the moment against mental health workers, and why mental health workers are so STUPID - they have absolutely no understanding of this type of behaviour that goes on in the community, by the powers that be. And a lot of people are involved, in the "witch hunt", it's not just like a little secret sect of people who are harassing me. Many people, many other women, are involved in this harassment and torture. Stupid Dr Alex McClymont. {Someone light implied, he did this deliberately in order for me to write about, and pay attention to what's happening to me, because they, are all aware that I get harassed and followed in this manner, and they think it's going to do major psychological damage if I don't do something about it. I am not sure if he knew. I’m thinking more like stoopid, as they there, are really only interested in putting people on medication and making money. On my release day he signed me “the finger” sitting across from me – I was right, he was wrong, he did not like it. NOT CRAZY. It’s really true.} That institution in Bundaberg ought to be closed down, all Doctors involved should be sent home, and should certainly not be given any money, or be paid in anyway, EVER - they are pathetically hopeless. And I know this would be the same with many other "Psychiatrist, Doctors and Mental Health workers, all across the world, not just in Australia; So clueless it's absurd, and I feel like I'm surrounded by morons. Anyway, I have kind of written on my blog about how I'm dealing with them, and exposing them, when nobody wants to believe that it's true. They are way less obvious now, compared to the past - but they still persist (the stupid ones do; I have noted mainly blonde females still do it (!)). I can assure you, on a daily basis, I am still harassed. Hey Subway, turn your goddam radio off. 3. TV’s Little Bimbo Bully Bitches So, I've just put this together today, as whenever I go outside my unit into my car port, I've noticed the little bitch who has moved in next door, starts to pretend phone call me – she is a bored bully. She also does “commentating”; so, if I go to do washing, I can hear her literally talking to herself “Now she’s going to do some washing”. -OH NO, NOTHING ANNOYING ABOUT THAT AT ALL. She is a ‘mirror reflection bimbo’. And I want to just add to that “commentating”, this is what I’m talking about when I mean ‘fake phone bullying’, or ‘pretend phone call me’, because some of them do that “commentating”, as if they were speaking to someone else, or me, on the phone. Only they’re not actually speaking to somebody else, they’re “commentating” about what I am doing. But they don’t want to appear as if they are crazy and talking to themselves, so they hold up a phone. (!) This happens a lot to me, I have done a few photo stories about it, The Phone Bimbos or something….. Often I hear that neighbour talking to someone else too. There are sound proofing issues here. You know, I think, maybe her real motive here is to piss me off. Because usually I'm quite happy person, despite all the theft and torment, stolen farm and stolen pool…..But, I am usually in a good frame of mind, especially in the new morning of each day, before any human encounters! But after I go outside and hear mirror bimbos, my frame of mind changes. Bullies don’t like happy people; their dysfunction drives there annoying behaviour. So, by being a nuisance, she ‘piss’s off’, thus destroying any happy feelings, and giving her satisfaction that I am no longer in a happy frame of mind. Totally sick. There are many old men who do this too, I suspect its past on from a dysfunctional father to a daughter. I noted, usually when I go outside to the car port, it is to do my potting up / plant related things, woodworking, washing – all when it’s still early morning and cool, as it is so hot and humid here at most times. And so, this is usually before I have my daily shower. And, I know, it’s not like I smell or anything, no BO, plus, also, the wind here blows south to north, always, and I am north of those new neighbours. So, whenever they cook outside, I can smell it, but if I am cooking – they would not be able to smell it, only my neighbour on the other side (Danielle, she said, her names were, would be able to smell anything from next door – I have had no complaints from her about anything). But I believe this little girl next door is having a go at Oprah - because Oprah, some years ago now, mentioned on one of her shows, that; if there's a girl who smells, then it's okay to bully her. It was quite irresponsible of Oprah, and nonthinking. I suspect possible puppetry going on here, with me being the target. It was one of those unfortunate situations on air, that didn't have enough thought put into it, and I’m sure, if, she even remembers back to it, (I doubt she does, given the nature of how puppeteer’s work), but she would regret saying it; and would most likely have meant to say “it is ok, to say something to someone who smells – discreetly, politely with respect, so the girl can rectify the situation. IT IS CERTAINLY NOT OK TO BULLY ANYONE UNDER ANY CIRMCUSTANCES. But so – there’s that element of complete ‘stupid little girl bimbo’, like my new neighbour, who hears something like that from the revered Oprah, and goes on the bully rampaid – for fun. Oprah says its ok! (Course it could be Oprah’s competition having a go at her? - as far as I know, Oprah has long since retired, and deservedly so, she was a positive force in family relationships and greater collective consciousness stuff. Not that I watched that show much back when it was on, but the few times I did, that was my impression of her – all good, possibly only falling victim to product placement adds. She wants a robot vacuum!) But little bimbo girls, have taken that faux pas, as, oh how they enjoy being the bimbo dominatrix. That neighbour has done it now at least 4 times, when I go outside into the carport, before I wrote this, and now, it’s pretty much every morning, when she is here. And, I recall my last landlord, Cate Rogers (Wainberg 2nd born), doing it once too with some guy/ Apple related messenger call – she later stole my left over 1L of pink paint; I had been painting my dresser at the time, OUTSIDE, on my veranda. Plus, last Monday MORNING when I went to Woollies to click and collect, that neighbour was home, and I suspect she, plus my x landlord Cate Rogers, and or their minions, broke into my house and stole several items, along the same lines as the pink paint,- as punishment for going outside in the MORNING before showering (?) THEY ARE DISGUSTING. (later told that was old men doing that). I think she's waiting for me to write about it; RACK off you stupid little dogs. (They stole: Another frozen chicken breast, {about 12 have been taken now}, my mini pink lotus plant and red cherry shrimp, my good set aside Pima cotton seeds, a chip placed in Serenity Rose Cup (Di Sandron related, as I ordered 2 replacement from her which she never delivered – idiotic thief – don’t blame me for your lack of communication you stupid bimbo), my brown gradient reading glasses and my black with purple arm reading glasses – all those things stolen on Monday 18th Dec 2023, that’s just what I have noticed so far.) So, I've just put this together today; their bullying is about going outside in the morning with or without showering first; (as I am fairly sure now, I DID shower before I went down to Woollies that Monday, as I washed my hair, I like to wash my hair before going in to town, especially before it was cut.) see how they are trying to make me crazy, I believe the term is gas lighting. Good thing I had a healthy child hood – you sure as hell need it, living in Australia amongst all the fucked up people. (its like when they try to tell me what day I ought to wash my hair too). So, I can see bullies trying to save themselves, by stating “we bully her because she smells” – she deserves being bullied. WELL actually, NO, I do not smell, thanks very much. They really are just mere pathetic little bullies, undeserved of anything. And so typical a bimbo, who is starting to recognise finally their stupid bully behaviour, and then trying to save themselves with more stupid bully behaviour. I know there are certain vermin who deliberatley try to humiliate a woman via smells, a big humiliation unspoken thing. {Wesdale convenience store – you will be burning in hell}. You know I think those people see me as a single woman, so that is someone desirable, and so try to start a little cat and mouse game; it's like they have no idea that they are vermin! Lol So, just to clarify, this is now their reason for fake phone bullying / stealing! ABSURD. So now I know THEIR issue - I'm going to make a point of not having a shower ever again, when I go anywhere ever! (so, suck shit you stupid little bully bitches – I hope you get infumed with bad fragrance!). You don't get to say, in any aspect of my life, whether it be going outside, or going down to Woollies, or showering – comprehende? {I suspect also, their main issue is shopping at Woollies. “Get back down there” – they want me shopping at IGA? – I noted they specifically steal Woolworths items that had been on special “ your not special at al”} Btw, that new girl spoke to me that day, for the first time, actually she accosted me when I was outside collecting some leaf mulch. She said her name was Jackie, she is short, skinny, with brown hair, maybe 30’s. The car above is what she drives, and number plate 049hd6. Go get her dogs. She said she works 7 days, then stays here for 7 days – she gets bored in those 7 days here. But she has been here since xmas not working. Possible liar about work – typical dog – “I work hard” – when not working at all. maybe she is trying to impress someone? She ought to have a mortgage, it’s strange they are living here anyway, it’s like they are taking someone else’s spot. This really is a low maintenance small unit for older singles. Also btw, maybe relevant, when I do have a shower, my neighbours can hear, such is the non existant sound proofing here in this old motel. And in the morning, is when my new disgusting neighbours chain-smoke - it is so revolting, they both smoke, and if they're not standing in their doorway for the wind to take the smoke into the unit and out the other side through the little window then the smoke comes over into my unit and carport - it is so vile I can't stand to be out there when they're smoking, and they seem to smoke every five minutes before 12. So, there is a lot of dashing in and out, holding my breath. I don't see why I should have to put up with that? I've put in a complaint to the landlord so far they haven't got back to me. Actually, I think that new neighbour talks to the realestates every morning? -really loudly so I can hear. Really annoyingly. “yeah, unlike other neighbour, I can’t hear you!” I tried to report all those stolen items and her, to the police, but their portal was not working, and their station here is closed for Christmas. (Although I know that girl will deny everything anyway, and try to make me sound crazy). I am not crazy, and I am not making this absurdity up. I also requested to the landlord that a full partition be built to replace the ‘part’ partition in the carport. They ignored my request, and have started the ball rolling for Notice to Remedy Breach. {Which means termination of lease can be issued}. Ironically it is me who ought to be issuing them with a Notice to Remedy Breach, as there is a tree blocking the gutters, causing damp issues, then mould and health problems – a branch needs to be cut down – why the landlord has not done this is a little beyond my comprehension, as; as is, they are going to have to replace the whole back wall, costing thousands, and thousands – stupid landlord. Also, about the thieving I was so fed up with losing my frozen chicken breasts, and not having enough to feed my cat, that I decided to make a YouTube video about it, especially since the police don't do anything about it, plus don't even believe me. (Although I did mention that to someone in council and she said to contact local MP about the police, because they ought to be doing something about it, and disbelieving someone who puts in a complaint of theft, is just PLAIN BULLYING.) I can see I ought to have put in a complaint with the MP in Gin Gin in regards to Sharon Morgan not believing me and thinking I was crazy, but I don't think the MPs down there, are savvy enough to do anything about that either. Anyway, while making my YouTube video, I was going to show the front fly screen door locked, and say, - see, locked, so how are they getting in? While I was saying that, I was just fiddling around with the lock, and after continued attempts at turning it clockwise; lo and behold it just opened for me - so that's how they were doing it, getting inside my unit while I sleep. Yuk. It would've been broken the whole time I've been here, and this explains so many items that have been stolen, and also some odd things that have happened when I wake up in the morning, like objects moved. I did request a new security door to Real-estate after this, and told them why, including all the thefts that have occurred here, and she said they would just replace the broken lock on the old fly screen door. So, it's now fixed, I am a little concerned that will just break again, but I guess I will notice if that happens because more food will be stolen out of the fridge. Anyway, my brother and his wife put on a fancy expensive security door on their house.,, but they were still burgled. {I personally believe this is related to me, and the dogs that follow me around; they know I have a brother, so targeted him too – the DOG NETWORK. ALL GOINGG BACK TO Racheal Wainberg’s sister and that day at the triathlon in their green Mercedes}. That plus his neighbours are dogs. I think the real-estate just ignored the partition request. Also, about that new neighbour, Jackie, I don't know her, but maybe she is familiar? I just get the sense that she's from Colosseum?? Colosseum is where I started having food stolen out of my fridge / freezer. I had other things taken from that farm house too. I suspect she has got something to do with it because since they arrived, I've had heaped more food stolen, and plus the piece of jewellery that was stolen at Colosseum turned up on my floor in my sewing room one morning. So, I'm not sure what their point is in returning it then just continuing to steal more?? But that's seemingly what they're doing. Ah – like I say to all the 1000’s of stupid female bullies and thieves who later hang around me as they realized they have fucked up and yell out sorry; ask God to forgive you, because I am not going to, you stupid little girls. How could you be so stupid to think that I would? How arrogant are you. I do not forgive you. I have stress related reasons. Am I still writing this blog? Am I still suffering from a Collapsed Arch? Do I still not have my own place? These things cannot be undone. The following week after writing this, I remembered why I associated that girl with colosseum aswell as food thefts and returned figure 8 clasp; I did see her, it was in Miriam Vale, she was under one of those giant figs that grow there, with some other young people. {See I see everything eventually}. Her dark hair is slightly curly. This reminds me of the Centrelink dogs who went and got bullies from my past, and put them in as my fake ‘jobs provider’, back when attending appointments was compulsory. I feel this along the same kind of lines; like somebody has gotten those thieves who lived at Colosseum, - they figured out who it was, and have wanted to teach them a lesson, so they've put them in next door to me, where they can get an insight into exactly how I feel about them! Lol! - so, they can have a chance to realise how stupid they are, and how much they fucked up, - as most women have no idea how stupid they are. Also, there's a lady here who usually gets my rubbish bin in for me every fortnight or so, she gets in several peoples, she walks her little dog, she just started doing it one time. And last week I gave her some homemade rocky road to say thank you, and this week she just has decided not to get the rubbish bin in - maybe she didn't like the chocolate?? But possibly, playing sides with the new neighbours, just like the previous one did, who lived there before, the old 71-year-old biker rev head. Dogs who play sides- its huge in little people world. Stop breeding multiples you bimbo mothers. I'm pretty sure the guy who put the new lock on my door, stole my list of freezer food, that was magnated on my fridge. Weird. I had started to keep track of all the food that goes into my freezer. (Do I still have to keep track of all the banality in life?) So, the next morning after he fixed the lock, I came out and noted my A4 page was gone. I think he would've taken it while he was here rather than breaking in on my new lock while I slept? I've talked about this numerous times on my blog, how anyone who came to my place, would inevitably steal something. They did it at Rangari, they did it at Builyan, and now they're doing it here – the guy who updated the fire alarms couple of months back took something as well, although I'm not entirely sure what, I have so much stuff and junk on my desk it could've been anything. This thievery is UNACCEPTABEL, and certainly not trivial. I did start putting cameras on, but that guy tuned up unexpectedly early. Later I noted my large floss was missing too. And, a little birdy told me, stealing from me and harassing me when I leave my unit is about old NEGS girls, and their dysfunction with wanting other girls to stay in their own house – like they did at boarding school - or something like that? Weird. Also, they do not want anyone to travel anywhere ever, because of the petrol fumes being bad for the environment. So apparently if I do not go anywhere, no one else will go anywhere either, and the world will be saved! – STUPID DOGS. {Although like I have stated, I do have a large number of idiots in cars who follow me around wherever I go}. All of which actually has nothing to do with me, aside from the fact that all other people do is lie, steal and bully. How many times can I say RACK OFF. You see movies with women going through bad circumstances with their husband who has turned into a narcissist, and starts gaslighting her. I've seen several movies like it, true stories, and eventually, slowly but surely, she comes to the realisation that her husband is actually the enemy, and she needs to escape the marriage. And indeed it can be life and death situation when she comes to this realisation and tries to escape. So, I mean, what the hell? I'm not married, I don't have anyone in my life - yet still, I get narcs trying to entangle me in their dysfunction. It's like all married women have finally got rid of all the stupid narcs, and so now all the narcs are loose on the street, and looking for ways to impact their dysfunction, so a single woman seems to be the perfect person for them, as there are no witnesses (little do they know). Well those people ought to be careful, because when you deal with me, you get cured. Get it? (hence why I have so many stupid bloody bimbo's apologising to me, literally dozens and dozens). 4. Mouldy Shoes, Mouldy Belt, Mouldy Table Tops, Mouldy Drawers, Mouldy Ceilings, Mouldy Cat Biscuits Getting a little tired of oppressive people trying to tell me to be grateful. You try permanently living in a motel room full of mould. One rainy night I woke feeling nauseous, there’s so much mould in the air it literally made me feel sick. My landlord put the rent up $40/per fortnight – not impressed. 1 yr later btw, less rain this year unlike the drought breaking rains last year, so way less mould, thankgoodness; I keep the ceiling fans on 24/7 in kitchen, under my futon, and on in sewing/storage room, this does the trick; air circulation. Really every dwelling needs cross air ventilation - crossways; North to South and East to West. This unit only has East to West, if that at all with small windows, but the wind usually blows North to South, hence mould. CROSSWAYS AIR VENTILATION 5. Re-occurring Dreams I think dreams are a little fascinating and mysterious, here are some of my dreams I remember – (like a sample grain of sand, from the vast amount I have had). I usually forget to write them down too, for the small few that I remember. 2019 Shopping with some girl who looks like that blonde girl from the block, yrs ago? I think I was dreaming about that girl, because I was watching YouTube that day, and an add came on about Rent2Buy on realestate.com, and the couple in it talking about the offer, looked like, (and so much so that I think it was), my little brother and that blonde girl!! 30/07/2022 Glass house dreams – another one, this one I have a lot. Both sides of house all glass, can see neighbours, they can see me – it is horrible, a nightmare that I had to pretend was just a dream. I think Rove McManus was showing it to me, like a real estate agent! Also, David Heywood was there! (past landlord). 31/07/2022 – shopping mall dream again, shopping with 2 girls who wanted me to think about baubles? silly women! 2016 All week one week, back when I lived at Rangari, I was dreaming about being like a kangaroo and being able to go jumping with the kangaroos! And when I say jumping, I mean flying, because with every bound, a whole paddock would go by! It was the most extraordinary dream experience! I believe what prompted this dream was the installation of my pool, unfortunately one night I drew back the covers and there was a drowned young kangaroo, he had managed to jump in, and couldn’t get out. So I lifted this heavy wet kangaroo out and I took it right round to the other side where I knew the kangaroos were and I showed them this dead kangaroo - I told them to stay away from the pool. (They didn’t seem too concerned about the whole thing). I put the dead kangaroo under a big old tree in the pine forest. But I didn’t have any more problems with kangaroos in the pool. Just those dreams. Btw, I was watching Netflix recently, years later, and the opening scene of this one movie, had a camera on their head; what seemed to be a giant person, - we could not actually see the person, just the view from camera on his forehead, and he was jumping from spot to spot, in open paddocks. My dream was just like that! Only faster. The guy in the camera, the giant, appeared to be out of breath, and a bit slow! 2017 Someone on Australian TV deliberately sends me snakes, so I dream about them – a dream pervert who is sick of looking at my cats. I do not like dreaming of snakes. 2001 I remember I started dreaming about driving my car and crashing, like I think I used to drive a lot in my dreams, but in 2001 or thereabouts, I started crashing the car, even when full of people, like major crash, as in, going off a cliff. I am not sure why this is – I have never crashed my car in real life, ever, before then or since (I may have bumped the garage door once or twice, not to mention reversing into the tree on the driveway once). And I drive regularly during waking hours. It may have been a part of the 10yrs worth of dogs in my life – see below, showing as a side affect by this dream. Or, I did catch a virus or flue of some sort from the neighbour high school teacher, Karen Cull at that time; maybe it is related to that, damage to certain part of the brain via virus?. Or possibly this all the reality I can do in my dream, like I need a total break from thinking too much, so no driving! lol 2021 The little dogs are back and they give me cigarettes, I feel like this is been an ongoing dream every so often, since 2016. Read further about that in “Can't sit still 2017 at Rangari House Garden”. I think I have noticed about my dreams; the first 10 years of my adult life, I did not have any ‘dogs’ in my dreams (I refer to girls who hound me, and annoy the crap out of me, like steal from me, verbally harass me, and try to control me, as dogs - a deserved title.) So, I think they suddenly appeared in my dreams too, around about 2002, it’s like a happy person can last about 10 years of going through constant crap in life, before their dreams, and thus personality changes to be way more cynical. I recall at one point, when I was forced to attended job appointments with Cassandra Dunstan, around 2016 – my dreams at this time took a major dive, it was like constant dogs tormenting me all night, it was REVOLTING, I would wake up frequently still seeing all these little centerlink nazi bitches yelling at me, - with maybe Cassandra and her evil friends bullying me badly, crazy dreams. It was like I have literally, ‘walked through the valley of the dead’. They know not what they do. 6.Ridiculous Rent Prices 2022 I have been looking on domain.com and realestate.com, at rentals. I am AMAZED by what is on offer. Talk to anyone, they will tell you there’s nothing available, and what they really mean by that, is that there is nothing affordable available. These 6 houses that I have shown above, (removed due to size problems, but you can see it here: https://photos.app.goo.gl/yBUzKtsqe6jXLPk96 ), are the average price of where an, anywhere near half decent house/unit begins, and what I would want, the kind of standard living situation appropriate for a single lady in her late 40’s - around the $420 per week mark, nothing flash, just clean normal sized rooms, standard garden/garage. Now this price range, is WAY OUT of my budget, I couldn’t afford this even if I scrimped and starved each week, it is considerably more than my weekly income. So, the housing under this $420 mark, is very limited, there’s hardly any listings at all. But there are many in the $400 and $500 range. Now I am curious, because, just who are the naive people that are paying these $400 and $500 rent prices? Because if you see this listing on the left, it is a “Rent to Own” house, these houses have been around for a while, this particular one doesn’t have the weekly repayment price shown on the listing, but last month they did, and it was $300. So, for $300 a week {which by the way is unfortunatly still out of my price range}, after X number of years they will end up owning it. It just seems ludicrous paying any more than $300 a week in rent, when they have this offer, especially. I mean unless it’s in the short-term situation, say for an emergency purposes, I mean people‘s needs are wide and varied, but for an average person wanting somewhere to live paying rent prices of above $300 into somebody else’s pocket is LUDACRIS. Either Rent to Own, or get a mortgage, and pay the same weekly repayments. I know I’m not the only one that thinks so, hence the shortage of rentals between $150 and $250 per week. {I spoke to a broker who could offer me a 20-year home loan, on a $100,000 2-bedroom unit for $110 weekly repayments, that is 65% cheaper than the cheapest rental option I could find, and currently pay.} But the CBA bank rejected my home loan application. The local Sarina Auswide Bank, never even bothered to respond. I am still waiting on a 3rd response from a seemingly non-bank business – that one could be a false-hope thing that IT nerds and Telstra do? Still waiting. Still waiting. Still waiting. Infact more about “false-hope thing”, as it seems to happen a lot, in all other areas. It seems to be a ‘fun game’ for retarded antagonist (people whose parent/s was a drunk), bored power-trippers do it “We got you We got you!” “We tricked you We tricked you!” I personally do not see the amusement (even if it were in regards, to someone else). A lie is a lie. Mere pathetic LIARS. Also, by the way I noticed there is student accommodation listed, and I don’t know if anyone knows what Austudy allowance is (now called Youth Allowance), but the housing prices listed for student accommodation, were more than what the Austudy income is! What the hell – do they suddenly not have any common sense? Outrages prices at the moment. I noted also, a suburb way out in remote Australia, has for some years always been relative cheap, but not anymore. Rents have skyrocketed out there, but the quality of the housing hasn’t changed – still old and crap. Plus, I can see from the streets, from the gardens, the front yards in google maps, that no one in that town has any pride whatsoever. I saw in the description of 1 such house up for rent now at ludacris rent price “we won’t consider any application unless your income is XX” – XX being three times the price of the ludacris rent. I was outraged by that, simply outraged. It’s like those rental girls acknowledge the fact that their town is somewhat lacking in style and substance, so their plan to remedy that, is to try to get rich people, in to their crappy little houses, so they can spend money in their crappy town, to try and improve it. Absurd. Real Estates are disgraceful. I should be happy not to live in crap town. I see in Dec 2023; the federal government is finally recognising the dire rental situation and is attempting to do something about it by halving immigration applicants for next year. Have they seen Pendle Hill and the Sydney Western Suburbs out their – shanty town now. So I would say 20 years too late to be trying to rectify the problem. 7. Natural Swim Pond Goal I have to include an image of this on my blog, because it has been a long term dream of mine to have a swim pond. I do realise I definitely cannot have one of these unless I am a homeowner. It would be a solid structure that cannot be moved. So, unfortunately, I don’t believe it will ever come to fruition, no matter how much conjuring I can manage. If the bank says no, it’s no - they have managed to be the masters of ‘Simon Says’. (For all those nazi people who want to play ‘Simon Says’, why don’t you get a job at the bank). I do find it a little strange in Australia of how many people have the traditional chlorine or salt pools, and have not put in a natural swim pond. I guess they think it would be too high maintenance, but I mean, that’s the fun of it, as well as being able to swim, fun work, so to speak. And, someone told me it is the opposite, low maintenance if you have a wetland or bog filter. Apparently, you need 2/3 of the pool as planted area, and 1/3 as an open swimming area, so a lot of plants would be needed. There are some really beautiful aquatic plants. Having a really deep substrate, would help immensely with filtration. I know I’ve lived at many addresses in Australia, where one of these would be perfectly suitable and doable, but it would have to be hidden from the road, so jealous neighbours can’t go on the attack or sneak in for a fling dip. 8. Outdated Snobby Rules from the Banks - who do reward and punishment - sickoes The people that live at this house are the trashy disrespectful people that beep their car horn at 3 o’clock in the morning, aswell as at various other times, disturbing the whole neighbourhood. I don’t know anything about the people who live there, except there is only one house, but they seem to have people living, or coming and going from their shed to the left of the house too, who, are the trouble makers mainly. I thought, possibly it was owned by the same person who owns our units next door, because I saw the landlords son do some work in front of their house, but upon checking domain.com, I can see it is not, it was purchased outright in 2021 for $85,000 {and what a bargain, it is bigger than the photo shows}. By the way that’s exactly what I’m talking about; a home loan repayment at $85,000 would be around about $105 per week, that’s more than twice less the price of a cheaper rental such as mine, not even a house. So, you may think, one would have to be a lunatic to rent, when you can just OWN and pay MUCH cheaper payment per week. Plus, you wouldn’t have stress of dealing with rental agencies, evictions, and annoying landlords. But the bimbos at Commonwealth Bank would refuse to sell low-income people a home loan like this - unless they’re in permanent full-time employment. Which doesn’t make any sense, because people who are unemployed, will STILL have to live somewhere, and pay rent, but they are forced to pay double the amount, (if not triple if you want an actual nice house, - do you get it? The people who have the least amount of money in life, have to pay double or triple to live?). With CBA’s reason as to why they rejected my application, being that I, as not someone in fulltime employment, must be IRRESPONSIBLE. {This is discrimination). They do PUNISHMENTS – they are nazis. (They also want ‘victims’ to pay rents, to make home owners richer; reward, punishment – they are fully sick) So, they have no problems giving home loans to dirty peace disturbers like my neighbours, but refuse someone who is like me, who is responsible, honest and an environmentally caring person (I sell seeds, part time – low income). It’s an area of NO COMMON SENSE, where naive SNOBBY bimbos have been allowed to apply this no common-sense rule. It’s like the “Oxford” gang from England is still trying to inflict their snobbery and discrimination. And, what’s more, CBA, especially, I have noted is big, (as in the guiltiest) on following through with the public primary school teachers scheme of “Gold Star Dog” theory. That being “the richer you are (the more gold stars you have), the more we will reward you with huge monetary privileges.” Well, CBA, do you really think, you should be basing your work philosophies, on young female nazi school teachers who powertrip lording over young kids? Or are you again, just letting yourself be still brainwashed by primary school teachers, and not thinking things through. I find in life, from time to time, I have come across other such instances of no-common-sense; like how the police used to not help look for a missing child if 48hrs had not passed – that was their RULE. But there were many times where it is was blatantly obvious that a child missing after only 10 minutes or so, would be a police matter. Oh, but their rule…. There are others, particularly in schools and institutes like hospitals and nursing homes. Where women dominate the industry. At these times, someone like me (someone who does not mind being the ‘bad’ guy often offending people to bring awareness), is needed to bring these non-sensical, old, outdated issues into light, otherwise bimbos will just keep going on abiding by the same rules and silly laws, not thinking about it. There are heaps of non-thinking people working and in those positions of power, heaps. This Commonwealth Bank home loan area is such an issue. I want to reiterate it; so someone who receives a government subsidy, like a farmer, of up to $20000 a year, plus they earn profits from their farm, is allowed to apply for a home loan, but someone receiving just slightly over than that subsidy amount, on employments, CANNOT apply for a home loan; as the farmer is deemed more responsible than the person who is basically still receiving the same amount of money from the government. Now, if their argument was, well, the farmer would have more money at the end of the day due to their farm work, so that’s why we would give it to them (I understand famers can make upwards of $150,000 before the subsidy was removed, (wow),) BUT that is not their argument, the banks argument is not based on money, it is based on the fact that someone receiving that unemployment payment is considered high risk and irresponsible. Such irony when the farmer is also receiving gov money – they are just the same as unemployed in this respect. But ass rents are twice, if not 3 times as much as a mortgage repayment would be, which is WHAT they should be looking at – “can this person be proven to repay the mortgage?” – that’s all they ought to be looking at. {And I have 30 years’ worth of rent receipts to prove that, and bank records.} So, they are not applying common-sense and are just being BANK BITCHES. Wake up please. (Apparently all the banks have this rule, according to a home loan broker in Mackay. I did try to apply to several others, all online application, but NONE of them contacted me back. How rude!) I have notified my local politician about this issue, as it needs to be re-assessed. In the past, when I have encounted such nonsensical issues, I have contacted my local politician, and they have, indeed fixed or attempted to fix, or at least got the ball rolling for a transformation. Writing to politicians is essential to getting positive changes in Australia. They really can make good things happen, not all of them wrought the system. Although, I have heard, there are politicians who go over to Indonesia and spawn orphans (in the 1000’s) within the local ‘woman of the street’ industry, so probably best that you don’t contact those ones. At any rate, I suspect they will do something about this, but in 30years time, when the person who made the rule, is dead, and nobodies feelings or ego will be hurt. 9. Just Some of my Fruit Trees – Out Of 60 Having rented all my adult life – near 33 years this year. I have planted fruit trees in many of the rentals, especially ones in rural areas. I would’ve purchased close to 60 fruit trees now! And here I am living in a long-established garden, in QLD, that has absolutely no fruit trees! So strange that even in garden full of deliberate planted areas, there are no edibles. I just don’t know what those people were thinking about, all day long – do they not know how good a freshly ripened piece of fruit is, compared to a mass produced “long shelf life” fruit (or vege), that comes from the supermarket?? They seem to be clueless in this area, - are they suffering from “dull taste buds”? I know how popular it is to be a drunk in Australia, perhaps the alcohol has affected their taste buds? You know fruit trees are readily available from practically every nursery, plus they can handle grey water. So, there is NO excuses. Plant several in your backyard today! 10. Rent to Own Scheme who DISCRIMINATES plus natural feelings of “I Want” I thought this was brilliant, my sister and her partner did it in Darwin many years ago. It has been around for a while. It is a real offer. But look what happened when I applied. The reason I was declined, is because they discriminate. Pure and simple discrimination. When my current rent (one of the cheapest on the market) is twice as much as a mortgage repayment, it is nothing but blatant discrimination. And any cry of credit rating is just an excuse, when there is paperwork of paid rent, for years and years and years. (I never have had any depts, only a Credit Card in good order). Actually, I had a thing with credit when I was young, I was deeply opposed to it! And when CBA increased my credit limit without asking me, I was furious and cut it up with some scissors! Ho dare they try to get me into dept! I thought a credit card was only kind of an emergency. (no online shopping back then) Little did I know not having any credit would be such a detrimental thing later on in life. Btw, it was also difficult getting a new cc 20yrs later with online shopping. And twice I went to the bank and asked CBA for a car loan, but A BIG FAT NO on both occasions, even though the first time I was working full time. Oh wait, I forgot, Nissan Finance, my Daewoo car loan was through them, over 5 years, so ended up paying twice the price of the car. Infact as I look back at CBA over these last 30years, I realize it is them who are totally FUCKED. So, they pick and choose the type of person they offer it to. They choose ‘their favourites’. This is really an insidious form of discrimination that keeps poor people poor, and landlords rich. It’s a scheme designed specifically for landlords to protect them to make sure that they have income coming in. It is absolutely disgusting. That, plus having the power to be able to kick a renter around, like a whale tossing a seal, or being able barge in, whenever they wish, ‘lording’ over a renter, is there motivation, and it’s disgusting. With all the court cases that goes on against discrimination, why hasn’t this been addressed? This is way more important than sexual discrimination or race. It’s about money for goodness sakes; the whole world revolves around it. In fact, if you look at the big picture those situations where you think it’s about sex or race - you’ve been tricked into thinking that’s what it’s about, but really, it’s about poor people. No one wants anything to do with poor people. Btw, these organizations only arrange the mortgage via the bank, and they said it is the bank who automatically declines anyone a mortgage, if they are on a Centrelink unemployment benefit. So, I phoned the bank, to find out exactly why that would be when it could be proven that rents of twice the amount are regularly paid, and she said the reason why it’s automatic, and rents are not even looked at, is because anyone on such a benefit is automatically considered completely hopeless and irresponsible. See, discrimination. That green image above “I Want” When I realized I could get a mortgage, with repayments cheaper than my current rent, and any foreseeable rents in the future, given the rental crisis and rental crisis prediction of skyrocketing rents, I set out to see what was at the lower end of the market. When I first started looking, I found a unit for $100000, - so that was very doable, and immediately I put in for a mortgage application. I have written about it before on this blog, and I was personally given the “red light” on a mortgage. However, this did not deter me, and I still persisted with other lenders, and kept looking on Realestate.com and Domain. I noted in this time, cheaper unit prices jumped from $100000, to $200000 minimum. So shuks. Then I saw land, and self-building was a better option, and one that I would prefer, - not being a cookie cutter type of person. But again, price jumps. Its like just when I reach the line – they move it. I ended up finding a perfect patch of land, as shown above. It’s in a dry bushland sparsely populated area. That road shown above is actually a dead end, and tapers off into a fire trail down to the beach - no swimming, it’s a crocodile, alligator and stinger area. But still, I feel it will be perfect for me, very quiet, no water, meaning ‘unpopular’ and will keep prices down, which is why it has not been snapped up in my time of looking – aswell as the fact that it is a little overpriced as is, especially given the remoteness and ‘no water’, of it, so it’s still available. I mean high rainfall area would be nice to, but I know how to garden, cope / handle, and manage low rainfall climates. I mean if there were copious amounts of money, then I possibly would choose elsewhere, but I feel for my particular life situation, this place is perfect. Having said that, who knows about the crime rate in the area, it would be God awful, to be stuck amongst more thieving dog neighbours. {And no, police statistics would not tell me if it is a high crime rate area!lol) But it turns out, there are really no other lending options. Regardless of all those other companies who advertise mortgages, especially online, they all go through the bank anyway, and are really only looking for rich investors, who wont care too much about details like there rates are more expensive. 11. It’s official - the population doubled between 1970 and 2010 Did you know between 1970 and 2010, the WORLD population doubled! Literally doubled. I couldn’t believe this when I saw that information, delivered by the census in 2018, by the United States. No wonder there is a housing crisis in Australia - there’s not a chance in hell Australians would be organised enough, to come up with double the accommodation, in that time. So now 13 years later, it is worse, than a crisis in my opinion. I amongst many Queenslanders, have to resort to living in old motels. Once again, it’s like I’m the only one concerned about this disgraceful phenomena of over population. STOP BREEDING you pesty little rabbits. I blame all mothers with more than two children, for the fact that there is no proper housing for me and many many many other people, particularly single women, and old single men. 12. You Know, Kids who Play like this- Are Deeply Disturbed My little sister nearly drowned in such a manner around age 7 (?) with a young boy who had some behavioural problems. I believe he did not know that he was literally drowning his friend, but was using her as a ride toy. Thank goodness for Rob Hartigan who saved the day; on his way out to the garden party, with his silver tray and champagne, happened to see what was going on the pool, we all herd a loud clatter as they tray and champagne dropped to the ground, and then saw a fully clothed Rob diving in, to my sisters rescue. It was very dramatic! That young boy was newly adopted back then, it was obvious that he wasn’t originally from a loving family. But I have noted the above photo is sometimes common scenario amongst kids, and this would indicate there are problems in the family situation, which causes this unacceptable behaviour of deliberatley trying to hold a sibling down under water. A bullying tactic. I personally believe, those parents of those girls, have failed as parents. You have to really try when you are a parent - no bumblers. 13. Ant Nest story with Recreation story The above image shows a typical meat ant nest, they are common all-around Australia. Actually, this was the only nest I found on google, so, we need more photos of ant nests on google, got one? Put it up on Flickr public domain! There were heaps of nests in Gunnedah, on the farms I have lived. Never really causing to many problems, although, at Rangari, there were so many, after I had created my vege patch and put the sprinkler on, there appeared to be a moving carpet of ants. A thick bubbling black carpet. Trillions. So I felt I had to take action against so many. Easy enough to do after a visit at the local Ag shop. Also, I recall in Sydney, at our family first home, in Garland Rd, Naremburn, there was one. I have mentioned this story before on my blog, but again it is missing. Thieves. I’m not sure if I talked about the recreation bit, so I’ll put the whole story again with more details. Actually, it’s one of my earliest memories. I was only 2 at the time. Mum would’ve been inside chatting with her friend Susy, and dad was out on the barbie cooking rissoles and drinking beer with Rob, their good friends. I was wondering around the lawn, and I recall seeing a clearing, thinking that would be a good spot to rest. After a minute or two, I noticed something uncomfortable happening, and started crying, dad and Rob looked over, realized I was standing on an ants nest, saw that I was literally covered in 1000’s of ants, they raced over moved me off the ants nest and both of them hastily trying to brush of all those ants! I specifically remember their large man hands whisking down my arms! I do not remember being stung at all, it would have been the ticklish nature of all those ants that would have bothered me. I may have been stung? So, I’ve mentioned on my blog about the ‘image transfer’ phenomenon, read about it “Dream Watchers, I Mean Perverts” on my About page. So, in particular at night when I’m asleep – they can see my dreams. (They obviously can also see my images when I am awake – I can send them images to communicate a point, it comes in handy a lot. Some people assume I use my ability to manipulate people – but I DO NOT do that. Mostly they can see my thoughts that I think to myself, my thoughts are for me, I do not think for other people, unless in a direct verbal conversation with them and I am trying to explain something – images help. I do not put words in people’s mouths- I am anti people who do that- there are many who can do that. I expect people to think for themselves, and encourage them to do so {sometimes I do get weird funny results when I encourage someone to say something, when they really don’t have much to say!!}. I find no pleasure in being able to manipulate someone eles’s words, unlike others twits do. I know some people will think this is crazy, but I can assure you it’s most definitely true and anyone would who would think it crazy, I’m sorry but you are completely naive. You have no idea what’s going on in the world. I’ve also mentioned on my blog, absolutely everything we see here, smell and experience gets processed in our minds. Nothing is forgotten. At night when people sleep, aside from processing what’s been going on during the day, we also process past memories. I also believe aside from traumatic experiences, we also re-process old memories, to keep us peacefully going throughout the night, while our bodies recover and heal from day to day grit. So this ant incident would be something I have definitely remembered well, and therefore thought about it at night while I sleep. And there are “pervert‘s” who I would say, may have ever seen this dream repeatedly. {I say perverts, because while I personally would not have had many memories of a sexual nature, there’s no other word to describe what they are looking at, what they are trying to see, why they are hanging around my house at night while I sleep.} When I moved to Colosseum, near Miriam Vale, there were Queensland pervert’s in the community. I suspect they were from my same school (boarders are all throughout QLD and NSW, they are everywhere, many farmers daughters attended my school. So the recreators, as I have nicknamed them, as they recreate ‘scenes’ from my life, well they try to, as obviously doing that is impossible and stupid. They tried to recreate this particular dream, my neighbour there happen to have a big ant nest in their driveway. This time I managed to not get mobbed by ants, and their re-creation failed. And I would like to tell those Recreator pervert’s, as I know they are still watching my dreams; rack the hell off and get your own life. And, you are pathetic cowards. I found the Naremburn house on google maps, well google shows the back yard, but there has since been a new house built in that space, which I can see from Apple Maps. I love those Map apps, both of them! 14. Polite Ways to Turn a Man Down When I worked in the shop down at Enmore, with members of the public coming in, inevitably, I would sometimes get stuck with some lonely guy, who just wanted to chitchat in the hopes of something more. I would often have to come up with means and ways to get rid of these hopeful men, in an unoffensive and polite manner, (as really, they were nothing but bothersome) lol, anyway one such guy was veering onto the subject of what he wanted in a woman, and one of these factors was a woman who wears stilettos. I told him I would never be seen caught dead in a pair stilettos, to which he was completely dismayed, and pretty much left straight away. What I noted about this man, was he seemed to be completely clueless about the fact that, when somebody loves you, they will do things for you, you just have to ask them. It’s like he had no idea what unconditional love was, which made me realise he had parents who did not love him. It was quite sad and tragic, that a grown man did not know unconditional love. I figure there must be a lot of families out there that run on control and not love, which is the biggest tragedy of them all. And no wonder there are so many dysfunctional nuisance people who hound me and steal from me and harass me, as they had CRAP parents. Following someone around; this is a dysfunction. Tooting at complete strangers constantly; this is a dysfunction. Sitting outside some some girls house and revving a car; this is a dysfunction. All these things may not be against the law, but they are socially retarded behaviours, which make my life NEGATIVE. And you know it’s those kids from those families (which number in the millions), go on to expect the same from other people, they just expect to be able to use them for personal gain. And obviously going on personal power trips is big for them, but often money is incorporated into their ‘use’, like there are many Australians that would think it to be no problem to use people, to get them to use government funds, in order for them to make profit, like what happens in the medical world, and those people are respected, very intelligent people, who have absolutely no thoughts whatsoever about the fact that they are using someone to steal money, (in order for them or their friends to take home a pay packets), they think this is perfectly fine. Like they wouldn’t have any second guesses about their actions. No feelings of guilt. No thoughts that that what they doing is wrong. Certainly they wouldn’t consider themselves thieves. But in actual fact, that’s exactly what they are, well respected thieves. Stemming back to a family problem. I heard a very famous person, Michael Jordan quote, “If you try to maintain dominance over someone, you are not going to give them a chance to gain confidence.” I feel so many people need to be told this, not only parents, but particularly managers in the workplace, private school educators and admin. Just so many people that have crossed my path, seem not to know this simple healthy fact. You know I have been in the company of a couple of men, Tafe teachers they were, who obviously were raised in such manner, and not only was their behaviour “bitchy”, so it was literally unbearable being around them; they seem to have no social skills as a result of being obsessed with control, believing that if they are “nice” they would lose control. 100% fully dysfunctional. Plus, I believe that stupid little blonde in Gunnedah who steals from me, is somehow encouraging people at that time to be this obsessed with ‘control’, literally encouraging arshole behaviour. I wish I had that situation on camera so you could see what I was talking about. Well, I did learn one thing at least from them – my father, someone not obsessed with control, runs rings around them both, and as a result, ironically, is the one who would have more control in his life! I saw a perfect example of a family who ran on control, and not love, and these parents were quite strict, and suddenly when the young girl did something, they deemed shameful, she was shunned from their life. It’s like both parents realised they no longer had control over their daughter, and so they disowned her. It’s like “well, if we don’t have control, then what’s the point”. They totally have missed the whole point of raising a child. They have failed as parents, as far as I’m concerned. Young people ARE NOT there for your personal little power tripping experiments. And the young teenage girl, was so distraught at upsetting her parents, and was too young to see that, her act, was one of becoming an independent adult, it was perfectly normal, and healthy. You know, she was right, they were wrong! But now she would be free to see her parents as they really are, instead of that ‘hero’ personality that kids give their parents. I personally don’t believe it has to end that way! I know there are many happy extended families who regularly see each other. I look back at my experience leaving the ‘nest’ and I feel my mother especially lost more than she knew when I left the family. Infact I would go further to say that ‘kicking’ your kids out when they turn 18 is quite disgusting. So, but don’t get me wrong, children most definitely need to learn boundaries which only comes through clever discipline, and they need to learn the art of giving and taking, in a relationship, and knowing when to bite their tongue, even if they think they know better than the other person, they need to learn that their opinion, sometimes is just not going to count, and their needs and wants are not always going to be granted. There is a time for standing up and there is a time for stepping back. I was advised some families run not on control or love, but on ‘shame and humiliation’ – and it is kids from those families that are truly evil later in their adult life – most common criminal ‘family environment’. 15. Spotlight Thieving Girls on Meterage, again, featuring Cathy Goldman getting the Dogs Since my blog started off as a means to do something about all the stealing, but also as of late has progressed to include a lot of other topics and stories about my life. I thought I should get back to my original reason, and continue my fight against thieving dogs. So, this is a whole new photo story to tell you about what the girls at Spotlight used to do. There was a spotlight at Tamworth. I had to make a special trip over to Tamworth to get cat food every couple of months or so, inevitably I would stop off at the fabric shop - I couldn’t resist. They often had something cheap in there that I could purchase. What I noticed after shopping from them a few times, when I got home and laid out my pattern on the fabric, it didn’t fit, and I would measure it, and I could see the girls at Spotlight had cut my meterage short, by sometimes up to 10cm. 3cm – 10cm short in the meter! And, on every purchase I made. Maybe if it happened just once it would be a case of dipsy salesgirl, but on every purchase – this means deliberate sabotage. THEFT. I’m pretty sure one time when I went there, a girl from my class at fashion school some years before, was serving, I’m not 100% sure, only 99%. If it was her, this would be another occasion where Cathy Goldman has gone and got ‘dogs’ from my past, and put them in my path, just like this, and, they have stolen from me. Yet another instance, I’ve already talked yesterday about the fruit shop, and the girl Cathy got who stole my eggs. What the hell is wrong with that stupid bitch? Seriously? she needs to get a life and fuck the hell off out of mine – YOU ARE NOT INVITED you stupid ignorant thief of woman. Oh, one time in Spotlight, I ventured down into this corner section with the knits, and it was really dusty, so after picking up a roll, I could not help but sneeze, and it was sooo loud, I really could not believe it, not only the whole big store would have heard me, but the entire carpark and block. Scream Sneeze. I kind of looked around to see a reaction from people, - and there was that short blond bimbo staring at me – the one who steals, so maybe it was her telling the spotlight staff to shortcheat me?? Who knows. Fuck off stupid short blond bimbo thief. And by the way, after I realised what was going on, the next time I went to Spotlight, there were no girls at the checkout - there was a young male serving (I have never seen the likes of a man at any checkout before). So, it’s not like I put in any complaints. I didn’t even have a phone connected when I lived at Gunnedah. Do you see how the dogs operate; they are such pervert’s and such thieves to go along with their personality trait. Btw, just before that guy served me, he reached into his pocket, and did this kind of, ‘cowboy’ manoeuvre, to remove his scissors, alike drawing a gun from his belt with a little scissor twirl rotation!! Like how they did it in old American western movies! J Quite humorous, a nice change from thieving dogs from my past. Fuck of Cathy Goldman And, btw, since then, dealing with spotlight, I seem to often get girls now with ‘attitude’, so bitchy and annoying. Don’t blame me - you’re the ones that were stealing. But I did buy a rug from them last year, and honestly, it has been one of my all time favourite purchases! - such lovely colour, and functionality; being right near my bed on a wooden floor. Here is also a good spot to mention I’ve had major problems whenever I’ve gone into those other little sewing shops. You know the type, that sell sewing machines and haberdashery and sometimes fabric. They are like a dying breed now, I think. But I had monumental problems with the little bitches who work in these stores - like they refuse to serve me, and were rude. It was blatant discrimination of some sort, at the times I had no idea why there were such bitches. I realised today why, and it was not the ‘ugly’ factor that I experience from little bimbos at the Dr’s, who cannot handle communicating and looking at such a person. But it was the ‘Dog network’ – and those girls knew, that I have other dogs who follow me wherever I go, and those dogs see what I see, so if I see any dodgy business practices, they could be closed down. Like another textile company I worked for, who used to put all their over purchased unwanted ugly fabric rolls in the factory spot, where it used to rain and flood, so every time it did, every few years or so, they would claim insurance on all those fabrics that they did not want any way – the business was later closed. You really should not scam insurance companies! So that’s why those little bitches tried to get rid of me whenever I go in such a store. Dodgy girls. The fabric above was not from Spotlight, although they ought to stock it, that Stripe minky would walk off the shelf (it’s my design “Nouveau Stripes 2020 Gradient Pascals 101”, printed by Chinese Ubeit, who charge an arm and a leg for postage.) 16. Television shows and Movies that Change People’s Consciousness for the Bad “Matilda”, in this story, there is a character, Mrs Truncheon ; an old hagged ugly woman, (made up to look ugly), who is the ‘badie’ in the story, creating a stereotype, brainwashing people (kids – this was a kid’s movie). But this is why today, I have problems from stupid little bimbo receptionist’s, they have been brainwashed when young, associating ugly with bad. “Smallville” -This phenomenon of wanting to “lock up” or “get rid” of people, is mainly due to the American TV industry, with popular shows like “Smallville” – the show about superman as a teen. As much as I enjoyed watching this show back when it was made, 20 odd years ago or so; Australia didn’t show the full seasons, in fact I think they only had the first 1 or 2 out of 7? So, I am rewatching, and still enjoying it, even as an oldie, but watching as an oldie, and binge watching, I can really see what’s going on here- an issue that is the general theme of this show, and is a fairly disgusting theme, and that is the passive aggressive subliminal message coming through, well, loudly yelling out, actually, and that is anyone who is weird or different ends up being a baddie, and belongs in a mental asylum! Every guest person that comes into the show, they soon deem them a baddie, and they end up going into a mental psych ward. And all the townsfolk are saved by the good hero. It’s really quite evil what those story writers are doing. I thought this was only something that happened in the past, like on that Australian show “playschool”, a show for kindies, they had every day, ’spot the odd one out, and get rid of it’. But I can see they’re still doing it today, in this very passive aggressive way. What’s wrong with people that they want to get rid of people who are different? It's a really strange concept, maybe no one has written about it before, maybe like me, they just get banned. You know, that concept hasn’t been well thought out, or, it’s not an evolved philosophy. EVOLVE. (Sharon Morgan – raised on Superman and wants to be the hero, locking up anyone she deems different – Stupid Sharon Morgan). Just wait a few years Sharon Morgan when your youth is long over, ha ha! You are Mrs Truncheon! I watched this pollution documentary once, it was in Thailand. In the middle of the valuable information sharing on the streets of Thailand), the camera showed this little girl nearby playing with birds, was not rehearsed, but ‘street activity’. The birds were wild, but the young girl was picking them up, holding them, putting them back down again, picking them up again, patting them, generally behaving exactly like a little girl playing, maybe with dolls or some such. I have never seen a little girl playing with wild animals in this manner, quite fascinating. I suspect many women all over the world have these little special abilities that they have, just like that little girl. 17. Ebay Cunts (I am not going to change or remove this, just because now 3yrs later, they may have amended their ways) {I would need compensation} I usually only reserve this swear word for Centrelink staff, but after 2 yrs of being ban from my business and not making any money from it, they too, now share the same namesake. I’ve been banned from eBay. My business, Farm plants and seeds, which I’ve had for about six years now, and I sell (used to) seeds and plants on eBay, I also had another account that I sold my fabric designs on, and another account which I sold my ‘odd stuff’ on (stuff I longer want - good way of getting rid of things without having a garage sale), eBay have banned me and deleted my all my accounts, and said that I am banned from eBay for good, and I can no longer buy or sell anything on eBay. Can you believe that? I asked them why, they said “because other people will be in danger” They are ABSURD. ABSURD I really don’t know how the eBay staff can be so stupid? basically I think it would come down to the fact that they are cunts. DOG CUNTS I complained to them, I complained to dep of fair trade, - as not being able to trade in the market place is way bigger issue than “oh, we don’t like you anymore.” I mean, a big sector of my market bas was via ebay, about 90% actually. I complained to the ACCC, to my local MP, no one could do anything. Anyway, after all my listings were deleted, I went onto PayPal and checked my contract with them, because they automatically take out fees from my account and pay them to eBay at the end of each month. So, I stopped that immediately and it’s so happened that there was about $30 aprox due at the end of the month - so they can’t automatically take it out of my account! ha I told them when they reinstate my account I’ll pay it - so far, they haven’t in reinstated any of my accounts. Stupid fucking dogs, I hope they all get cancer and die. DIE BTW, I also have done 1000’s of purchases on ebay since around the time it just began. Heaps and heaps, mainly small $1 or $2 items from China, (using PayPal). But I could no longer get any of my usual sales that way anymore. And as much as I now HATE Ebay staff for banning me and being UNDEMOCRATIC; there’s always things that I see advertised online search results, that are much cheaper on eBay, than elsewhere. And so, I discovered after I moved, plus changed my phone number, I could check out as a “guest”, rather than create an account, so long as I used a different name, address, phone number, and email address, I can sneakily shop there. {They still delete any account with my name Emily Bieman. (My new email is emilyban-man@outlook.com ! ) Plus, 3 yrs later, some computer nerd must have read about my ebay and my seed business plight, and thus created a new local seed market. I now sell way more seeds on there, than I did on ebay. One good thing, I guess. https://www.localseeds.com.au/shop/farmplantsandseeds/ 18. The Beeping Loser on Range Road There appears to be some loser who lives out on the Sarina Range Road, who drives in town in the morning, and beeps when they go past my unit, and then at the end of the day, drives home, and beeps as well. I finally worked out that it’s directional, because I can hear what direction they’re going, coming in to town in the morning, BEEP, going out in the afternoon, BEEP. So, I suspect it is somebody who is coming into work for the day. They don’t work every day, at least they don’t beep every day, and it seems to have something to do with me (?) and they worked yesterday and today {Christmas Eve and Christmas Day}. So, I’m going to keep tabs of every single day they beep and disturb the peace, from now on. Someone is going to catch them. (By the way, according to the Roads and Traffic’s ‘obtaining your license, learning book’, it is only appropriate to beep in 2 circumstances; and that is when warning pedestrians whilst reversing, or to warn oncoming vehicles when driving. Beeping makes you the loser. Loooooser. (since I wrote this, it has NOT stopped). 19 . YouTube Still being unable to walk, because of my collapse arch, my latest favourite thing is YouTube videos, I have a subscription now (due to personalised offensive adds), but I am glad I got, add free is the only way to watch YouTube. I love YouTube! - just people, anyone, everyday people, so not trained actors or ‘hosts’, upload videos, and talk about anything they want. A lot of people try to tell people how to do things, there are heaps of ‘how to’ videos. It’s the trend! The quality varies from extremely good, and helpful, to somewhat iffy, but always entertaining! I have learnt a great deal from watching how to YouTube videos!! As it is the trend at the moment, do you think in the future the trend will be life ‘stories’ ! lol I noted there are also good government exposure ones, like how the government is not really recycling most plastics, and it is only stated so, to ensure young good-looking housewives don’t feel guilty when they go to the supermarket purchasing all that packaging. Why are you trying to trick us? All plastics need to be recycled; hard, medium, soft, all of it. I know all packaging has the triangle on it with the code for recycling (1-6), but exactly who do they think at the tip, is going to go “stop, wait a minute, let me find my glasses and read which grade of plastic it is” NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. I noted there was at one point “Weapon worshipping” on YouTube, quite disheartening, slightly sickening. I also love the ‘new construction’ ones, things going on, in all different communities. A real eye opener to the world. Not to mention the detailed world ‘stuff that is going on’ – things they don’t tell you or leave out certain details, on commercial TV. And so many good sewing hacks, and aquarium vids – all fabulous, thanks! One day I was watching a ‘compilation’ by a new YouTube conglomerate, {“we know what you like”}, and it was showing this guy emptying sump oil out of a large machine, and he was trying to impress his friends and had turned the whole thing into a joke. The oil was going everywhere. It was spilling out of all the containers that he had piled up, he had it all over his arms, and hands, and face. It was truly disgusting, and that guy, trying to be a clown, obviously has no idea how TOXIC sump oil is. I mean you may as well just be giving yourself cancer by putting it on your skin like that, truly it’s really evil stuff, it’s much worse than the toxic fumes that come out at the back of the car, as its concentrated. If you spill some on your lawn, come back a week later, you will see how bad it is, it kills not only everything it touches, but everything next to it aswell. I mean it’s the main reason why they should hurry up and invent a different motive transport, it’s that toxic. The guy had an accent and was speaking in a foreign language. I think it was Russian. 20 . Sleepers – See how big the Cat and Mouse game is in society Just watched this movie again, “Sleepers”, good justified revenge movie. Really and truly, I can’t believe how bad authority figures, and parents, got it so wrong in the past; sending your kids to prison where they can be lorded and power-tripped over by arsehole prison wardens/guards. Please, why don’t you take one screwed up kid, out of a dysfunctional family, and then screw them up a whole heap more, courtesy of the government. They still do it - this does not just happen in movies. Cat and Mouse game – don’t let them treat you like their personal whipping Mouse. Don’t let the wealthy court system judges and lawyers use you to make their money from – they are after victims; they are after mice! Off with their heads instead! lol Or, make their parensts pay - fine them, thousands of dollars. {When I had to go to court twice, to defend my honour and rent bond – I was the only one there NOT BEING PAID, the courts are a total scam}. I find in life if you look at things from a monetary point of view only, whose getting it, in every situation – you really start to see the bullshit. 21. Issues and Agendas for Politicians in Australia Fix Residential Septic overflow into creeks and oceans, as well as business polluting. Proper Access roads through forest to all the beaches in Queensland, especially around Mackay/Sarina, but I suspect the whole way up far North QLD. As well as proper sturdy Netted Baths on each locality beach. Security camera regulations IT nerds are putting in the fine print that they can have access to all your details data information, including video content of your home/Bedroom/Whatever, not only you can they have access to it but they can sell it on to other Venders or give it away. Disgusting. I can’t believe something hasn’t been done about this already. Fix the 'playtoy' mongrel problem that exists in the rail industry. And build a Scenic train line from Cooktown to Melbourne with individual private Sleeper carriages "The EastCoast Express" {ought to start acquiring land now – secretly, otherwise you will not be able to afford it in 2084!} Implement compulsory parenting guides for ALL pregnant mothers; and enforce the ‘course’, for each child, otherwise they have to pay fines. These 6 issues only just came to mind to me today, so there are bound to be heaps more! Oh yeah – the biggest issue of them all; stopping dogs from breeding more dogs. 22. The Ghost Story I mentioned in my “Screaming Always Works” {almost every time, except with uptight oppressive English wannabes….} story about a ghost. I feel it is time to further write those details down. It happened when I was 12yrs old at school, in a boarding dormitory. I, nor my friends were involved with any type of necromance (practice of communicating with the dead). We were all sweet young girls. It happened one Friday night when I was in some SERIOUS pain after breaking my arm shortly before lights out at 9pm. My friend had landed on the palm of my hand, from being piggybacked by another girl. The force of her weight forced my hand and wrist backwards. I did let out a bloodcurdling scream when it happened, it really hurt. But still no one bothered to think that there was anything wrong with me and instead I was chastised for screaming by the house mistress and sent to bed (the stupidity of women never ceases to amaze me – when someone screams like that – there is something wrong. Btw, you cannot be employing women of low intelligence IN A SCHOOL it's just absurd and lacks common sense. An institute of academia requires every single employee in that environment, to be savvy people. So, not just the teachers, but the rest of the faculty, the kitchen staff, the gardeners, the house mistress’s - there are no exceptions, everyone must be capable). Anyway, as I was in a lot of pain I could not sleep, and after a few hours maybe it happened around midnight, I rolled over trying to get comfortable, yet again, and I happen to open my eyes, as I did, there she was, a bright lit, three-dimensional life sized shadow of a young girl, maybe my age, she was a shadow made up of light but complete with all human details. She appeared to be a young girl from the past. I remember her well; her image is ingrained into my mind and I shall never forget the situation or any of the details. She was wearing an old-fashioned dress, very old-fashioned like with tulle petticoats underneath a skirt, so it ballooned out, like what they wore in the Victorian era (1830-1890s). She seemed to be glowing, and very happy, peaceful, as in, not acting scary-like, she was brushing her very long hair. So, she was not really an image or an outline of a person, this was actually an intangible person moving about. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was sheer terror for me. I remember thinking later, it looked like she had a 'lady Jane' hairbrush, one of those big types of brushes. I must've thought this, because it must've been some sort of issue for me 'oh if only I had a good big brush, then I'd be able to maintain my unruly hair! You might see me state that, and think oh well she’s probably conjured the whole image herself in her head or conjured up a real 3-dimensional ghost. But bear in mind, my artistic talents are somewhat limited, and the amount of detail in this “light fixture” was extraordinary. There were six of us in the dorm, I don't believe anybody else saw her. The building was really old, founded when the Victorian era in England was coming to an end, by Florence Emily Green. I bet it was Florence Emily Green, as a young child! “This is my school and one of my pupils is upset”. So called experts have since told me, that they think that it was not the dead, it was probably an apparition of my friend, who at the time was not even at the school, although we had been close. I used to love her hair, it was beautiful, long and golden. Or I guess, it may have been my other friend (who secretly wanted long hair too!!). Since we were good friends, and ‘alone in the same boat’ so to speak, she may have sensed I was in pain, and came to ease the situation in the metaphysical sleep world, which, by the way, if true, certainly did not work. Quite the opposite. I was fairly horrified and petrified at witnessing such a scary thing, not only did I have my aching arm, but then, as I certainly did not want to move at all, for fear of disturbing this strange creature, and I had to lay extremely still, and as quietly as I could, for as long as possible, whilst closing my eyes tightly! It would've been some time, and possibly not until I started to hear the first sounds of bird twit, did I move or open my eyes again, and thankfully was extremely relieved, to find she was gone. Possibly the reason I was so fearful at the time, was because I knew what I was looking at, was not a little girl? And I should add, occasionally from time to time over the next six years, I would hear some of the other girls wanting to partake in some sort of spiritual communication, like get a Ouija board - and I would always be the first person to say “NO, I don't think so!”. Also, at the time it wasn't until the following Monday when I was still complaining about my arm, that someone decided that they should send me to a doctor, who then determined on the following Wednesday, after the x-ray results were in, that I had a broken arm. (No one else is going to look after your child! - -still maybe all happens for a reason…..) It was only a slight break, more like a .5cm split in the bone, and as it was so extremely painful, I can only imagine what it would be like for someone who breaks their bone in a more significant breakage - unimaginable pain. When I remember all of these details again, there is no doubt in my mind that this is what happened, and I saw a ghost. However, when people got get wind of my story (I have only told it to 3 other people infact). But, disbelief is quite the typical response. But some, I guess, ‘science’ types, are so incensed by my story they try and come up with things that it must be, instead of a ghost, and they come up with ludacris things. It was 1986 when it happened, and technology certainly wasn't advanced enough for any type of light apparition! However, I will say this, and I was reluctant to add this part of the story, but I truly believe, I would not have seen that ghost, if the following had not taken place; The House was to organize a talent night, where we formed little groups and came up with a skit to act infront of the rest of the house. I think I recall there were about 60 year 7 girls in that house. Since no one in my group had any ideas at all, I decided to share a little skit I saw at my old infants school, Limbri. They all liked it, and so we did it, I would play the sickly patient, and was placed behind a white screen with a light behind me so that the audience just saw the outline of me lying down, and the others would pretend to operate on me finding strange things inside my stomach!! (I can’t remember what they said, I think I fell asleep – but I’m sure it was bad!) And to give the audience a good outline, I had stuffed my non-existent breasts with huge big wards of tissues!! (I was still Oompa Loompa at this point, and still loved to play ‘dress ups’, and not really aware at all about sexuality and breasts either. But that evening, the common room was packed, not only from the year 7’s, but many others from other houses who had gott’n wind of the evenings fun. Girls who were missing their mothers! J You know, sometimes, it just seems that people wake up, and or the spirits take over, and anything is possible. Magic can happen. {Sporting fans may know something about what I am talking about too.} I need to say, my essential oils that were stolen the other day, and also my sewing needles that were mysteriously strewn over the floor – I do NOT believe this was a ghost! (That incident back then, was a one-time thing.) 23. Monthly Brilliance Award This is an award, that I give to people are just plain outstanding at making their bit of the world a better place - and ought to be recognised for it. A (so far) ‘spiritually’ given award! I am trying to ‘wil’ a lotto win to make it a $50 monthly award 😁 December 2023 Electric lawnmower people for now making them affordable FOR EVERYONE, since the petrol ones are so toxic. So, their care of the air we breath. November 2023 Lois Jenson - single-handedly, changed harassment laws for women to try to combat sexual frustration harassment from men in the work place. October 2023 Creator of “luxury travel” concept, with The Orient Express, including sleeper carriages - Georges Nagelmack, (not that I have ever gone on luxury travel, but just the idea of it...) September 2023 Anatolij Lasatenko and Sergej Shurunov; Russian Army Wilderness Guards August 2023 Unknow tree planter on an excellent LONG tree lined country HWY in Turkey. I tried to find it on Google Maps, but to no avail. If someone knows…. July 2023 Josh Byrne and associates, in conjunction with www.bayswater.wa.gov.au , for their outstanding compilation of appropriate and suitable native street trees. June 2023 Jurgen Wendel for his care and compassion of corals and sea creatures. May 2023 Sushi the feral cat, who figured leaf payment for fish! (even a cat knows ‘got to pay’ for your lunch! J) April 2023 The many researches who are developing the Bionic Propeller, reducing underwater noise by 30%, saving whale confusion, plus has 19% improved thrust performance! March 2023 Ocean Conservation Namibia crew for rescuing seals from hopeless fisherman who pollute the oceans with their nets. {The hopeless fisherman gets the “curse them” award}. (It’s especially good to see the nazi South Africans have found a worthy fight). I always have said, if you want to fight (and so many people do - then fight to make the place better, as apposed to finding a victim to pick on, which so many people do). But also, there are more than 1 clean up crew, so, Oceancleanup.com, young Boyan Slat who researched the plastic problem and brought about the whole operation. February 2023 Charles Adler junior for his ‘actuated’ invention at the traffic lights, which change according to cars present or not present. “No unnecessary waiting for me” ! lol January 2023 The Pangea Movement team, for their efforts to stop river pollution entering the ocean in Indonesia and Africa. For some reason, those people are too poor to realise that when they throw rubbish in the river, it creates monumental problems. (What exactly does it have to do with money? – I think some STCHICK is needed) Ofcourse if any of these people are discovered as thieves; Award will be stricken (I have been advised 1 or more are). 24. Fake Female Health Professionals This was stolen, ofcourse; dishonest women do not want to be found out. Story of my life. Such thieving liars most women are. I wrote elsewhere on my blog, I would never see a female health professional ever again, because if she is not a faker, then she will most likely be incompetent. Now being a feminist myself, you may wonder how I could possibly say such a thing. Well, this is how; I have experienced in my life thus far: fake chiropractor, fake lymphoedema physiotherapist, fake natural healers, fake homeopath, fake beauty therapist, fake masseuse, fake teachers, fake podiatrist, fake job interviewers, and fake councillor. Plus I have heard of fakers in other sectors; fake news reporters / newspaper journalists, fake writers (if that is such a thing!). And I am sure there have been at least 4 times that more in my life, I just am unaware, as they have been good fakers. Most of the above I have already mentioned on my blog, named and shamed, (the ones I actually got a name), and made complaints about. But this makes NO DIFFERNENCE. Nobody seems to care about female fakers, except me. I HATE YOU. And I hope you all get cancer and die, as you are so cluelessly unhealthy. I guess I should mention, I have been to more than 1 “MOST BRILLIANT” health professionals, who were female. One of them, could diagnose me several hours after I had left the clinic, with sneaky cleaver metaphysical techniques, but later she lied, wanting me to go to another expert for no reason, so that counteracts her good diagnoses! Typical female. Another good one used such skill aswell, but later messed up too which later resulted in a monumental problem. They can’t help themselves. Above: 1 range of fabric designs from my portfolio that I did – that was DELETED by the online IT staff at spfl. Curse them. 25. The Looking Game, The Sign Game, And the Winning and Losing Game I’ve mentioned this before in various ‘thieving’ or ‘trips into town’ stories, but it’s still such a problem that I’m doing a whole separate photo story for it. First of all, I should say outright, the people who play these games are a complete rude, arrogant, nuisance. The Winning and Losing game has been round the longest. It’s like some idiot has decided to get on my back, because they saw how I was living, unmarried, out on a farm on my own, no kids, no fulltime employment, and so they wanted to try to inspire in me “winning”, in order to make me ‘strive to win’, as they perceived me to be losing. I mean, how arrogant is that person? Did it ever occur to them that I was happy the way my life was, I had actually won. This person/those people, seem to be completely headstrong, and determine to turn every single situation into either a ‘win or lose’ situation. I can assure you it is lucky that I am a completely healthy and ‘of sound minded’ person, because many people would not be able to handle these dogs, that play these games - they are so persistently constant, so tormenting and REVOLTING. Even when it’s clear after years, if they stood back and looked at the big picture, their goal wasn’t working, still they would persist. The think they are right and justified in their ill-advised behaviour. I guess they thought I would be a pushover, and they do not want to admit they were wrong. Turns out I’m not quite the hapless pushover they thought. They still do it today, although definitely not as much, I think maybe now they might have realised the situation via my blog? Hooray for my blog. Mainly these people communicate through signs, with beeping being a major one (car hoons constantly driving outside my place and following me), and television shows and movies, to portray a message (they do that a lot, like really good ones to combat huge societal problems like racism and or any other type of prejudice. And there are many in society, not just race, little things like fear of black; people who wear black, black cars (!) Or especially amongst kids, they tend to be blind about ‘cool’ stuff and ‘not cool’, so there are dedicated people trying to help young people accept everybody, not just the ‘cool kids’ and cool things. (I may be wishfully thinking when say cool things!! So many powerful advertising campaigns). I know some people can see the signs, and I would be insulting them now by just stating the obvious, but seriously there are many people who have NO IDEA about signs. They are completely clueless, plus think, if you can see signs, you’re crazy and delusional. The police for instance; this is what they think. I am not saying people can’t be delusional about signs. But they really do signs. I know perhaps there are MANY delusional people who think I sign them to follow me, when I DO NO SUCH THING. They have all sorts of sign techniques; it’s not just the blind that communicate with signs! Sneaky techniques they use. Ones that blend in, so to anyone else it’s not clear what’s going on aside from the targeted person. Occasionally when I’m in a situation where I’m talking to someone they too can see in that moment, of what’s going on, but they do not understand, and sometimes, will even look around and say to me “what’s going on” - they don’t understand that there are people literally who follow me around and do signs. Nuisance people. And it’s not like I can really explain this to them in a short brief encounter. It was suggested, I was specifically chosen to be a victim of this particular nature, because all of womenkind need someone to speak these taboo issues in public, because they're all too scared to, because they're afraid of being vilified and called crazy (such typical cowardly women). One, also suggests, they need someone to speak these taboo issues, who is not employed, as they would most likely lose their job. Not without my permission. But, lucky for them, I am a strong woman who is not afraid of much, and can recognise change needs to come about in many areas. So, I think that covers The Sign Game and The Winning and Losing Game, and now for The Looking Game, because this hasn’t really been a ‘sign game’ for very long. It’s only relatively been a nuisance at my new address because I live now in such close proximity to other people. So, the ‘sign dogs’ are making the most of being able to annoy the crap out of me now, whereas before on the farm, 30km out of town, interaction was greatly limited- so peaceful out there, man I loved it!! So, this is definitely a thing with me; when I walk around, I do not look at people intently. I usually have my head slightly down, looking where I am walking (a snake related thing, plus a “you disgust me related thing” – {NOT a guilty thing!! Lol – still laughing about that, some twit thought I never ‘looked’ because I was bad, a bad person who has done some major bad things and feels guilty!!! Lol! AS IF}. Actually, it’s also related to the sun; having 2020 vision means that the sun is way too bright to be outside without sunnies, and not just regular sunnies, but polarized ones. (It was an issue when I was buying sunglasses on ebay, all the ones I bought were to pale and I was looking down shielding myself from the sun. I needed the polarised ones. Finally, when they made the darker ones available on ebay, (in my 40s), my eyesight started failing, and the sun is not so bright anymore, so I don’t need the polarized ones. Btw, when I talk to people 1 on 1, I always look people in the eye; don't mistake me for someone who doesn’t. People are often mistaking me for someone else. I also don’t really look very closely at people in cars if I am driving either. I just have no interest in looking at people! Although I have excellent peripheral vision. Well, I did in my 20’s at least, I wear glasses now, so I am guessing not as good. I don’t really care if maybe I might recognize someone or not, I figure if they have got something to say to me, they will come up to me and say it. (Turns out they don’t for some reason, they are unable, (! possibly retarded?) and then get offended cause they think I snubbed them – idiots). But as I don’t have a huge ‘friend’ network, I don’t really encounter people I know, anyway, so I don’t concern myself with “looking”. Suits me just fine. I remember when I was 18 driving with my friend and her parents, as we overtook another car, the mother literally took off her seat beat, and turned sideways, facing the window directly, so she could see and look as to who it may be, as we passed!!! She was a very social person and would have large network of friends in their rural community, so I guess, that was quite a normal thing for her, although I remember being slightly embarrassed for her. She’s like the opposite me! But so, there are many people who love to play The Looking Game. Maybe the ‘sign dogs’ thinks everybody should be doing just what that mother did, all the time! Go and play with ones that WANT to look. I have no interest in looking at anyone. (except eye candy on telly!) Plus, I think the main people who think I should look at them, are ‘peacocks’, with that personality of “look at me, look at me look at me, look how good and pretty I am” - It’s like a childish 3rd born thing, and these grown adults haven’t grown out of that mentality. And thus, want me to look at them! (Not saying they are 100% to blame for their Peacock mentality; a starvation of love, I believe, is a big contributing factor into the Peacock personality. AND I am also not saying the Peacock personality is all bad, in many situations; somebody has to be the spokesperson, the good communicator, the story teller. And we all love looking at beautiful things. But I have “Peacock Problems”, that is, people of this personality type getting pissed off, because they think I refuse to look at them, and so they do something to antagonize me, which usually involves stealing, as it is actually not quite so easy to antagonize me. I am a cool calm and collected person. Hence the thefts. So, I have their dysfunction I have to put up with, endure, observe and get pissed off about at THEIR dysfunction, not mine! I mentioned my green beanie was stolen, and it was stolen because when I was walking in front of all the units wearing my green beanie; I was not looking. I was most likely looking down at the pavement or at my unit where I was headed, I have some beautiful plants out front. So, I certainly wasn’t looking at any of the other units as I was walking in front of them. And I was advised that my beanie was stolen because I didn’t look at any of the units as I was going past (?) Can you believe that? I think the person who stole that might’ve been the new guy in number 8, just after it was stolen he seemed to have left, as there’s a different person with a different car living in that unit, (but it was very strange because there was no change over of tenancy, there’s quite a big rigmarole if there’s a new lease and a new occupant, for some reason it takes the realestates several weeks to swap over a tenancy!). So, but that person who I think stole my beanie, was a PEACOCK, he would strutt around the unit carpark, he came up to me twice before he left, just wanting an excuse to talk to me. I asked the postman to keep a look out for my green beanie (he knocks on doors and delivers parcels) So far it has not been returned. And the other things they do, in regards to The Looking Game, which is a real nuisance; My unit is small and if I am in the kitchen or bedroom or work/computer space, I can see who’s coming and going, my unit has the unfortunate spot of being at the very entrance. So, they do strange ‘Car comings and goings’ in order to do signs. I want to further repeat here, Peacock types who want me to look at them are like pathetic little insecure mice types. I certainly have no time of day for a person with the mentality of peacockmouse! I prefer looking at healthy-ness, thanks very much. And I know, other people, have noticed this “ not looking thing” about me, (the dogs who are obsessed with me), and so, have taken it upon themselves to line up “peacockmice”. Seriously, they wait, all day sometimes, outside my complex, just waiting for me to stand near my big window and look outside, or go outside, so then they quickly drive past, so that I would inadvertently see them, or their car at least, they seem to be content if I just see their car. Then as soon as I see them, they leave. IDIOTS. (If I take my camera outside, they never, drive in. Such cowards.) This is been going on for years. Bored people who live on the streets during the day. They’re obviously unemployed or rich, and have all the time in the world to just sit outside my unit complex waiting, or possibly these are the hoons, that constantly drive up and down, waiting for some such opportunity, or waiting for the movie to end, or waiting for me to have a shower, or waiting for me to wash my hair…... RACK OFF little mice. An old man game. A little boy game. A dog game. Aside from the power tripping and psychological reasons why such people hang around me, I heard rich people come and hang around me, as it makes them feel good about being around someone who has not much money, it makes them feel better about their own unhappy rich lives. This apparently is also why they travel to poor countries like Nepal and the Philippines. () so, I heard! Since the woman in number five has left - this may have stopped? I’m not entirely sure, I tend not to pay attention if I know that they’re doing signs because the people doing signs are stupid and ignorant (and disrespectful). That woman who left may have been co-organizing it. I think she was the nice female stalker from Petersham 20 years ago, who has stalked me all the way up to Queensland? I talk about her in the ‘Cheese and Tomato Bread Roll story’. She named her, now teen daughter Emily. And now again, this is what I have to say about such sign people: Pathetic people are doing it. Pathetic idiots. You know if a woman in a relationship, encountered this behaviour from her partner, she would just tell them off, if they persisted with their nuisance behaviour, she would divorce and go through the courts if necessary. But the cowards in my life, on my back usually do not show themselves, so I can’t just tell them to fuck off. They are so insidiously evil, they have metaphysically attached themselves to someone who doesn’t actually want them hanging around, like a leach. And I want to remind you, in my life, it is usually women who harass me. Plus, I just remember something from 25yrs ago at a party; I had gone up to my aunt to talk to her about something, and that’s when I noticed the reaction from those two blonde mousy looking girls, who must’ve been following me around. They seemed to get really pissed off when I started speaking to my aunt. Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them before and again too, I know I have, I am constantly talking about “stupid dogs who follow me around”. So, it was at this party I realized, what they were doing, and it is some sort of sick sign punishment and reward game, but in reverse, as usually it’s the other way around. I have mentioned it before, there is some stupid twit who yells out “well pick up” – as in’ talk to someone’, then the dogs would leave you alone and not torment you. (akin to “To Kill a Mocking Bird”; if you watch a movie, they can’t torment you). So those bimbos were doing the opposite; if I do talk to someone, they would ‘pretend’ to get really pissed off. That’s their game, and they can no longer be dog perverts, as I ‘picked up’. Btw, doing the opposite of everything, creates a no-win situation for me; like, HOW ABSURD. They especially love the whole “smile and the whole world smiles with you”, an expression which must be their personal favourite rebellious ‘saying’, because they like to do the OPPOSITE of that; so, if I’m happy, dogs try to make me pissed off and angry via harassment, manipulation and public nuisance behaviour. Rack off you stupid little dogs. And you know, in 30 years, your little game has not worked, yet you still, follow me around. STUPID. (Greatly reduced as I write my public Blog and post photos of dogs). The image above is what I would be now purchasing, if I was not forced to move from Rangari. They are stunning roses. The real ‘Peacocks’ worth looking at. And I want them! Nature is stunning and worth living for. I have to update this photo story, because I didn't mention the A.M. and the P.M. ( am and pm ) This too, is an issue; different signs depending on what time of day it is. Yes, it's a thing with sign people. It's a little difficult to explain, but often if I go anywhere first thing in the morning, like before 9, then I get left alone, I don't get harassed by dogs of any type, no signs, no retailer dogs overcharging me at the counter, no discrimination tactics, no verbal harassment, no bullying, no one following me. It's actually kind of weird for me to note and observe these people, at different times of day. It’s a bit like watching monkees in a zoo. I'll put here a little example of what was going on for a while. I was going to do a whole separate story for it and call it the “Kmart Cunts”, but my blog is getting long now, so I'll just add it on here; Occasionally, I order things from Kmart online, and often it's much cheaper if I click and collect rather than get delivery {charges vary between $20 and $140 – ridiculous prices}. But, I have problems when I click and collect; if I go any time, basically after early in the morning, then these problems are ’arranged’ specifically for me, with the sole point of trying to make me feel uncomfortable {I literally have dogs tell me that they like making me feel uncomfortable, they get off on it, it's a power trip for them, they literally tell me they are ‘sick’}. And so after 3 or 4 pick-ups over 3 or 4 years, I went on Facebook (on my newly created fake name account, still not ban!), and said ‘who arranges the dogs Kmart’, and I was told “the staff, management, the manager, hands out $25 vouchers to people in the mall, outside, as I arrive in the car park, so there's a big influx of people instore just before I walk in”, which in turn means that I have to wait for extended periods for my click and collect, which is meant to be ready when I arrive. (30 minutes it took them once). So, there you go; that's what the staff at Kmart Sarina do. They truly are cunts and certainly undeserved of a pay packet of any sort, in my opinion. After I updated this story with the Kmart cunts, and ‘no problems’ before 9am paragraph; the following time I went into Sarina, this morning, the stupid dogs of course decided to do the opposite, and so instead of the usual no one at the servo at 7am in the morning, there was at least 25 people there beeping me, with one woman blocking me so I had to go to the browser that didn't really work very well; this is such a typical pacific aggressive thing that they do, so typical. But it got worse, as next I went to Mitre 10 to get a Margarite Daisy, and they had just sprayed the nursery with pesticides, I literally was sick after about 30 seconds of being in there, plus there were radio DJ and musician dogs on the radio that blares in there in the overhead speakers (why do they do that? ;we don’t want the radio on whilst shopping – you morons.) (Total evil element of musician’s – it’s real, if I had teenagers, I would ban them via EXPLAINATION METHOD, from listening to music, they are that devious. - Same goes with many people who work in the television and movie industry; complete irresponsible greedy thieves, and while I'm in this particular area; stop trying to make me feel guilty about purchases that I make; just piss off you stupid unwanted 3rd borns. Show some goddamn respect). And when I drove away in my car, once again I had car problems, now this is the 4th time this is happened when parked in Sarina, in a carpark, and when I've left I've had car problems. It hasn't happened anywhere else, only in Sarina. I don't think this is a coincidence. My old man neighbour says it's just a fuel injection problem, and it can't be something that is done deliberately i.e. fuel tank tampered with. But I'm not so sure he knows - a lot of people tend to be naive about the evil antics of what cunts do, plus he implied I forgot, and when someone does that and I did NOT forget, then it’s usually about the phenomena “do not tell, otherwise there will be repercussions”. Well, as I have already explained I do not believe in living an oppressed life – did you think I was joking when I said that? I am always going to tell when you steal from me or harass me – you silly bimbo. (And no, on a DIFFERENT matter, I did not tell council about the Thai plant, that is what the dogs in the industry do, they like to muck things up for everyone, they’re stupid). I put a warning on my gardening group, warning people about going into the nursery section because there's area full of pesticide stench, and I said I was going to have to stock up on vegetables in case there was any toxic particles entering body. This could be a case of passive aggressive dogs here; there some people who don't know that if you come into contact with toxins that cause cancer, then, if you are healthy enough, and eat enough vegetables, they combat any bad cells, and stop them from growing into cancer. I'm thinking they may have wanted me to talk about this problem, and sacrificing me with poisons, is not a concern for them. I have a very loud voice, so I have been advised. Just like those evil scientist who work on animals and have no regard for the well-being of those test animals, or the cunts that hand out viruses to me at jobs providers- who btw, I spoke to yesterday, as they mucked up my payments, and I was forced to call them. Rebeka and Michael at IntoJobs, regional manager. PURE EVIL and BUGGER OFF. I later found out Centrelink had not sent me the app notifications, so they are to blame for all problems, but jobs provider should have fixed it when I told them, but they did not, delib. IMAGE THAT GOES ALONG WITH THIS PHOTOSTORY 26. The Cult Phenomenon I have mentioned on my blog that I think home-schooling is the way to go, due to my experience with a few bad teachers, but it’s more than that as well. It’s like the whole concept of a bunch of 30 odd kids all sitting facing one person who is meant to be telling them ‘All that’s good’, it really encourages a cult like psyche, and this is why, I was told, that, cults were a big thing back in the 70’s, because the kids were so used to just sitting listening to one person, so when they were unleashed on to the world, they were a little lost, so they formed, and joined cults! I guess since then, the education system has improved somewhat, because there’s not huge cult movement, at the moment, although I believe they still exist in America. But, the whole classroom concept, with one person telling a bunch of other kids what to do - if you think about it, it’s weird. When I was 18/19, doing my 2-year associate diploma course after school, I was friends with a classmate, a woman who was older, she had a family, husband, and 3 kids. Occasionally we all would meet out of college, and visit fashion things, like parades and expos. This one day she and I were out doing something, and she wanted us to stop by this, what appeared to be a weird religious group. It was a strange building, not a church, and not a recognisable standard religion, it was in the inner-city suburbs. I can’t remember what the religion was, but it was a religion apparently. I found it altogether very odd, and it reminded me of a cult. I thought it was weird that she would take me to a place like that, it was like, she assumed that I was here in Sydney, on my own, and so, she was wondering, why I hadn’t joined a cult of some sort! She was really trying to encourage me to join that religion, whatever it was. I felt it was a passive aggressive attack from her, even so passive that she couldn’t see her evil tendency, of wanting me to succumb to a cult. (later I can see; she dog). I did have a fair amount of religion growing up, so maybe it is people who didn’t have this religion growing up, who succumb to cults too? Not sure. At age 19 I still had teachers trying to tell me what to do, so I certainly wasn’t going to join a cult! I’ve noticed all throughout my life, there is a never-ending amount of people who will try to tell you what to do. Why anyone would want to join a cult is beyond comprehension for me. I bet there’s been no cults that have actually given out the most important advice you need, and that’s about money; when you start working you need to take out a mortgage and borrow that money so you can have somewhere to live, and then latter, make money from that money that you borrowed. It’s like the basic fundamental about life at the moment as we know it, and has been this way for quite some time. Yet, I don’t recall anyone ever telling me this little bit of a valuable information when I was growing up. How many years of schooling was it…...12 years of schooling, not one mention about this little factor. Absurd. 27. A Third of my Childhood in the Water I've mentioned on my blog how I spent a third of my childhood in the water; aside from the Gunnedah pool, and the ocean down at grandmas, there was a river that flowed by Gunnedah, called The Namoi. It was a fairly large river, see photo above. even though the water was always murky dirty brown, it was always quite pretty down near the river, because there were large trees, and abundant wildlife, and even beautiful weeping willows back then. And it usually always flowed, I think I recall once it didn't flow, although after I left Gunnedah in 2018, and there were a couple more really dry years, so it may have stopping flowing for a while then (?). It was a fairly deep, you couldn't walk across it, plus the flow was too strong. There are a few spots where people go swimming, but no designated public area. Just down from the bridge, someone had tied up a rope from a big tree and I remember swinging off it with whole heap of teenagers, having a blast. It’s still there. When I moved back in at dad's briefly, I used to take his dog Tessa, who had a sore leg, down to the river, and only after a few short weeks, she fully recovered from her sore leg (that she had for ages), the river had given her a new lease of life. I highly recommend anyone with an old dog, or I guess a dog of any age, taking them for walks down by the river - they absolutely love going for walks down by the river. Tessa would just wander around the shoreline especially, and get fairly wet and stinky. She really loved it. I recalled swimming one day too close to an eddy, and I got totally sucked under the water, by the whirling undercurrent. I was holding something in my hand, I think I might've been a camera and my hat. I managed to hold them straight up above my head, the water came up to my wrist as I got sucked straight down, I hit the bottom, and was able to push off the bottom, out of the eddy, still not getting my camera and hat wet! Lol! I was reminded I am just like dad, that's exactly something he would do; Save the hat and the camera! (But also the 'underside of the universe' telling me - "we don't want to get back up there!"). 28. Conditioned Women Deliberately trying to be Bimbo to get “ADORED” People Trying to Feel Important by Making Jokes, Showing Off to Colleagues They do this ALL THE TIME, it is infuriating. And also, because when ‘daft’ people try to come up with a joke, it’s usually at someone else’s expense – mine. Like those old Australia’s Funniest Home Videos - seeing someone fall over, and thinking its hilarious. Daftiés like that type of humor. For example, if I chose ‘click and collect’ instead of deliveries for Woolies, I save $18, so it is in my necessary interest to ‘click and collect’ rather than get my usual delivery (price hike). So when I go there, they pretend to be COMPLETELY HOPELESS BIMBOS and muck up EVERY order so far, usually resulting me having to wait in the car park for 20 minutes until they bring it out “oh, I did not see your car in the bay” or “unpacking groceries from trolley to boot – no we don’t do that , you have to do that” or “we did not get the notification that you were here" or when I am there and have to call them as they did not bring groceries out “I’ll just check for you” – then hang up on me multiple times. SUCH CUNTS. You know I think when they do this REPEATEDLY, they do so, as they are looking for a particular response. It’s like they want me to be “graceful”, like they want me to adore their ‘bimbo’ behaviour. You know, this is a conditioning by men, men who like bimbos, those men have imparted their will over women so much, that now women are deliberately trying to be bimbo to get “adored”. So sick. So stupid. You know if you are rude and disrespectful, I am not going to adore you, infact I will most likely hate you, and tell you in a roundabout manner to go fuck yourself. Oh, and the train people here at Sarina, who can hear me and read my Blog, and are constantly beeping at me, re winning and losing; did something to the train on my way to woolies last night, they blocked the road, so they never moved the train off the crossing, - all traffic eventually gave up and had to drive down to the next crossing to get across the highway to woolies- they do this deliberately, from experience, its not the first time they have done this, they have done this at least 6 times now. They try to delay me in order to steal from me – I think they may have stolen my cherry red shrimp. Stupid train men. By the by, photo above shows brilliant Woo den Ear Buds with Cotton Tips, so the plastic ones do not pollute the earth and ocean – hooray for this manufacturer! 29. Centerlink Complaint about Age Pension for Women According to your website: Age Pension age is: 65 years and 6 months, if you were born between 1 July 1952 and 31 December 1953 66 years, if you were born between 1 January 1954 and 30 June 1955 66 years and 6 months, if you were born between 1 July 1955 and 31 December 1956 67 years, if you were born on or after 1 January 1957. You know, if you look at sport in Australia, there’s MEN’s, and there’s WOMEN’s; they are clearly divided because it is WIDELY KNOWN, (a recognised factor) that men are much stronger than women. So, I’m wondering why retirement age for men at 67 is the same as for women? As far as I’m concerned, women’s retirement age should be brought down to 50. I would say for any woman who chooses to retire and take a pension at 50+, she ought to be able. Wake up Centrelink, you have to actually think about the rules you make, and not just make them according to how you WISH they ought to be. Not all women are married to rich well paid (overpaid men), who can support their wives in their female weakness of their 50’s and 60’s. Why are you punishing smart unmarried woman? Maybe you are under the DELUDED impression that all smart women are rich! Well, newsflash – it does not work like that, there are plenty of smart women who are on low incomes. HEAPS. The image above shows another, yet another, tank I have cleaned. How many tanks will I have to clean out in my life time, how many fucking rentals do I have to live in? Now, just waiting for rain. It never rained; I ended up leaving before it rained anyway. Why are you offering me rentals with a 6month lease, when I need somewhere to live for the rest of my life? I note, about 6mnths after I had made this observation complaint, I noticed there was a new additional payment for unemployed singles at age 55 or over; of $57.20 {added on to the Newstart allowance} a win, but not really a recognition of retirement age already. Plus a reduction {as in a complete stop} of ‘condescending running through jobs providers hoops’, needs to go along with the additional payment. I am age 50 at this time btw. Also I heard some such politician, who was organising the next upcoming Olympics (or was it Commonwealth Games(?); she was trying to convince people that there ought NOT be men's division and women's division, because women were just as strong as men....lol. See what happens when you think about something, and realise the truth of the matter; bad jokes! 30. Cheese and Tomato Bread Roll Story So, one day I happened to be outside my block of units here at Sarina, and there happened to be a woman with a moving van, trying to reverse it in. She was the blonde woman who has a teenage daughter who lives 3 units down from me. I’ve spoken to her 3 or 4 times since I’ve been here in the last 2 years. Always amicably. I did not know when she moved in, or how long she had been there. I did not recognise her as someone I have known. I do not know her name. So, I asked her if she’s moving out, she said “yes, she’s going down to New South Wales”, and that was pretty much the end of our conversation. But she and her daughter (whose name happened to be Emily), I think they might have been causing problems for me, I’m not entirely sure, but the more I think about them, and the more I look at their photos (I have photos of everyone who lives here, and who comes here). Plus, as I have mentioned, I have dogs that come in and stare at me and leave again, and occasionally, I just thought, it had something to do with that woman, as they often seem to just stop outside, her unit? But I wasn’t sure. So that day, after speaking with her again plus something else I was reminded of that day, I realised that, that woman was this woman from Enmore, in Sydney, who I had met briefly when I worked down there at Grave Attire; What happened, this one time, was that I decided I was going to walk up the road a bit to the bakery and get a dozen bread rolls, then make them all up with meatloaf and put them in the freezer, so I could just grab one every day before work, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about lunch every day. So, I went, got my dozen rolls, might have been 2 dozen now, I can’t quite remember. 2 supermarket bags full of bread rolls! My brother happens to pass by the shop that afternoon, and he saw the bread rolls by my desk, and made the comment that they looked stale, probably two days old. So, I wasn’t too impressed with the owners of the bread shop, well, I thought, that’s how they treat neighbours in Enmore. But I thought well, if they’re going in the freezer, I probably won’t notice anyway. (And did not; actually, the staleness of them made them ‘crusty’ and not soggy frozen! – I know what I’m doing!!) So, the next day, I’m sitting in my shop, eating my meatloaf, roll, and this lady from up the road, she said she was from the sandwich shop, next door to the bread shop. I didn’t usually venture out up to the other end of the street, anyway, but she came into the shop and she was talking to me for a bit, and then out of the blue, she offered to make me up a roll, a proper roll from the sandwich shop! (I suspect maybe the whole street may have heard of the whole stale roll situation?). I said to her “no, I have 1 or 2 dozen meatloaf rolls to go through, I was fine”. But the next day, she came back into my shop with a made-up bread roll, she insisted I have it, she insisted. So even though I already eaten my meat loaf roll that day, I reluctantly took it, and I didn’t give her any money for it either, because I had told her “No” repeatedly. But, since she was so insistent, I took it and ate it shortly after she left (an advantage of having a “pot belly” – I can eat just like just how a camel drinks! (This was a time before the movie Fight Club, I certainly would not eaten it after that movie came out). I recall it was cheese and tomato with seasoning, and this is not something I would ever purchase or order. However, it was absolutely delicious. I’d never had a nicer roll. I think, it may be due to the fact that the bread roll was so fresh. I don’t think I’ve ever been given or served bread that was so fresh and delicious (living on a farm 30km out of town – I had never had really fresh bread). So, I don’t recall venturing back up there and thanking her? I may have, I am kind of a polite and respectful person. I definitely thanked her at the time after she gave it to me, but I guess in retrospect that she did something nice for me, I should’ve done something nice for her, maybe given her one of the velvet scrunchies that was so popular in the shop. But shortly after that the shop closed down and I moved up to the Central Coast. I really gave that woman no more thought, although occasionally when I saw a tomato and cheese roll, I would think of that one I ate back then and how good it was, and how nice that lady was making it for me when she saw the shop next door had totally screwed me over with stale bread rolls. So, over the years, with all this thieving that was going on in my life. People have often hinted to me that it’s mother and a daughter related, they would hint that a mother would use her daughter as an excuse to steal, they would think, “oh well, I’ve got a daughter to support, so I’m going to take it.” like that’s their stupid mentality and their attitude. And I fathom that they were not just talking about any single women with daughters, but also married ones, they also have this fake justified mentality to steal from women who don’t have kids. (They are fucked women by the way). Suffice to say, whenever I encountered a mother and daughter together, I am very wary, I would automatically assume that they are thieves and probably people to be avoided. I guess this would be the same case with mothers and sons, but I have a firm rule now, to stay away from all mothers, and actually I avoid all women - they’re all thieves, so far as my experience goes. In fact, I think I must be the only ‘non-thief’ left in Australia. So, I’m certain now that this blonde woman who was living next door to me, was the same woman from Enmore, and has been following me around the whole of Australia with her daughter, stealing from me? It certainly looks like her though, but it has been 26 years since the Good Bread Roll incident. And maybe since I did not race up to the sandwich shop and sing her praises about the bread roll, that she’s decided to follow me around and steal from me for the next 26 years? If this is the case I can assure you that woman is completely nuts, albeit, good at making bread rolls. You know, I mentioned elsewhere on my blog that I have had women who make helpful suggestions, and so, like they want compensation somehow for making a helpful suggestion; but since I have no idea who they are, they just take and help themselves. Maybe this is along the same lines, except I did meet that woman. Complete stupidity. When I moved into these units, I made a point of delivering a small note to each of the units, stating who I was, and if they wanted to know anything about me to go and read my blog! Since I keep to myself, experience tells me that if a ‘dog’ personality does not know you, but sees you, then they will be disrespectful to you. But I suspect that woman has started reading my blog and figured out that she has made a mistake with her life and so has finally left? Btw, I think 2 of the workers in that bakery who sold me those rolls, lived in the smelly cat unit? Both tall, skinnish with blackish hair. So, I have just worked out; it was that woman’s daughter who poisoned my Native Hibiscus. I saw her that day carrying the spray bottle, she had been behaving oddly opening the gardeners car door, I wondered what she was doing. She was wearing her hair in a pony tail – I tend to only recognise people if they wear their hair in exactly these same way all the time! (This can be a little confusing! J). Plus, I think that woman and her daughter might have been stealing my laundry powder from the car port? As it was stolen off my veranda when I lived at Gin Gin too, I can only assume, that these are the dogs following me around and stealing from me, plus verbally yelling out and harassing me?? I think back to that time in Enmore, as I don’t think that blonde woman would be doing this on her own devices. I think she might have been ‘egged on’ by this other woman that came into my shop; one day at around about the same time, it was a little strange, I was introduced to her, by some other customer, as someone who is very wealthy and had lots of money to spend on something to wear, to some event or something. I can’t quite remember the details, but possibly I have seen that woman harassing me up at Cairns – she has the ability to manipulate other “sleeping beauties” around me. And she might’ve formed some sort of weird obsession with me? “Look what I can do!!” – there was another incident involving a lot of money, and I’m actually not going to talk about it, but she obviously has too much money, and no job, nothing to do – so it could be HER responsible for everything, all the female harassment and theft problems?? Rich stupid dog! She had brown hair and was kind of plump/average size average weight. No idea what her name was, although I do remember, she was wearing an amazing outfit when she came into the shop, so she is a fashion person, a fashion related person. One day a book of designer wedding dresses was sitting on my shop desk, I think it was from her? (I had made wedding dress recently), and the book was full of amazing dresses, out of this world, they leave the ‘meringue look’ in the dust. All the dresses were ‘off white’, I suspect it was a joke, a rich persons joke; only white for the “pure”. She is a little sick. But the harassment I have received over the years, has certainly not been funny for me in any way; fuck off you stupid brunette bimbo, you deserve a bullet to the ear, and get your own fucking life and stop using me to amuse yourself -stop using me to try to give your own life meaning. I have to say, it seems a lot of people like making up jokes – I have heard and seen some seriously funny and clever things, things that people just come up with spur of the moment, or, I note, things that have had A LOT of time, thought and planning, put into it – so many people like making up jokes, infact, most people I encounter make up jokes, even people with odd or none, senses of humour! I think it has become a competition for that rich woman and her friends, and they have set a “trend”. Stealing is not funny you stupid bimbos. The photos above show the blonde woman in no 3 (from Enmore), and the 2 young girls walking around the car park {half naked}, are her then teenage daughter, named Emily, (!) and her daughters brunette friend. I have no idea why they would poison my trees that I planted. WHY! Delusional idiots? And this explains why, when I asked the gardener who that girl was, he said “she might be his daughter” MIGHT! that stupid gardener was lying to save that little bitch – see, this is what happens, with all stupid little bitches; they get people to protect them, and therefore they never suffer any consequences for their evil behaviour, and so they keep doing it; stupid gardener. And good thing I wrote my Blog. Both that blonde woman and her daughter belong in jail, they are a police matter, unbeknownst to the police. Life Stories P20 Next to p21 STOLEN ITEMS About P1, About P2, Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6, LSP7, LSP8, LSP9 , LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15 , LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20 (this), LSP21, LSP22,

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia P2 1. Garden Grow Bags, 100L, 40cm high x 39cm wide. with handles STOLEN 2 of 3 Garden Grow potato bags has been stolen. I purchased 3 of these way back in 2012 or so from GE. One was stolen when I was living at Tulcumbah, near Keepit dam, Gunnedah. Another was taken from Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin (I think, it could have disappeared at Colosseum, Miriam Vale, QLD, there are heaps of farmer thieves in that area, just as bad as Gunnedah). GET YOUR OWN GODDAM POTATO BAGS you non-thinking morons. 2. I briefly visited Melbourne 2006, while I was there, these items were STOLEN Copper Kettle: Most likely stolen by the removalists who packed everything aswell as moved everything. Or it could have been flatmate Mat who had a slut girlfriend, who I think was that stalking blonde bimbo from petersham. Or it could have been my sister Penny who unboxed it at Henry st before I took box out to farm? Or some stupid dog who heard me talking about my copper kettle just before I went to get it, and took it a few hrs before I unpacked it - most likely in my opinion -fuck off you stupid thieving pervert unwanted goddam blonde bimbo DOGS. I miss my kettle. I missed it. I often cooked over flames, and needed it numerous times. BTW, I do not recommend those removalists who also pack everything, they neglected to pack anything in my shed - so all my tools were left behind, 2 kitchen cupboards under the sink were neglected, plus they put strong adhesive labels on absolutely all my stuff, impossible to remove - I could see their labels for the next 15 years on all my stuff. 2 Litres of Fine Grade Sewing Machine Oil STOLEN, I suspect by a Melbourne industrial sewing machine mechanic that came out to my house to service my overlocker - he did a shady job, and later the needle bar fell out while I was using it, and he had to come back to fasten it properly. So, he probably had a grudge. Unfortunatly, I did not write his name down, otherwise I would name and shame him - it is the only thing that works to stop bully thieves. The Cotton gardening hat was stolen while I visited an open Garden in Melbourne {which was huge at the time, 1000’s of people toured around every weekend at all the gardens – more popular than the footy!}. So I was in the huge garden, and I got up from a shady bench that I was briefly resting on, and I left my hat behind, literally about 20seconds later, I remembered I forgot it, and doubled back to get it, and in that time, it was taken. People are so fucked. A whole new 2L of PVA glue was also stolen from my linen cupboard in Melbourne, I suspect pervert female blonde bimbos. There were heaps of them at my RMIT course that I was doing – all of them were thieves, the whole class (I was the only honest person there). Female thieving young girl bimbos. There’re a disgrace. 3. Old Fashioned Long Handled Weeding Tool, with painted white handle, Stolen While I was living on a farm called “Tulcumbah” on the Orange Grove Rd, near Gunnedah; Knapmans brick house 2007. {btw, that 3bdrm brick house would have driven that stupid short blonde girl hung up on class, NUTS! HAHAHAH HAHHAH HA!! lol} This tool was part of a 3-piece set, belonging to my late Grandmother, including a rake, and a cultivator with 3 prongs. Today, I still have both, all with white painted handles. They are very old and high-quality garden tools. The kind they do not make anymore. I will ‘will’ the person who stole this weeding tool, to get cancer and die. Those tools also would irritate that stupid blonde, it was probably her. Although I do recall seeing that stupid woman, I think from BONDS, in western Sydney there? I wrote a story about it later, re, she stole 2 dozen trees I had planted on the Orange Grove rd. Total female bimbo Phsycho. She later stole my Petunia seedling from up rental unit here at Sarina, 30 yrs later, she was working for Bunnings. She belongs in jail. If it were up to me I would have her shot. In the ear. WAKEY WAKEY 4. Lilly's, Saffron and Tulip ‘Negrita’ – Tulipa BULBS STOLEN off veranda at Rangari The reason I suspect Marisa was because I saw her (or someone that looks like her but I’m pretty sure it actually was Marisa), who is now living in the UK, she was on one of those UK gardening shows, and they were doing this weird thing, and they were explaining how to lift plants, as in to transplant, it was like they were talking to my stupid and easily manipulated neighbours, and showing them how to dig up my plant and “lift” it - and thus they stole my saffron. That particular girl was at my fashion class, she really didn’t like me, she was rude. I’m not entirely sure why, what her problem was, she was just a bitchy little girl with red hair. So, I suspect she saw my garden, and was jealous, and stole my saffron. Typical little girl behaviour, but mainly, the underlying reason that they steal, is because they think they’re superior than me, and deserve it more than me. Talk about mental health problems; most girls are messed up in the head. And you know what, ever since my Saffron was stolen, whenever I’m shopping and I see saffron on the shelf, ($1000/kg) or I read a recipe that has saffron in it, I’m always reminded of the stupid little bitch thieves from TV world, that stole my saffron plant. And I get angry and pissed off every time. I purchased that saffron for me, it was a long term investment. I paid for it. I didn’t purchase it for some stupid little bimbo. You know now, due to all the stupid bimbo copycats, I can’t watch any gardening show from any country, because the TV presenters get their mignon friends, to “lift” plants from my garden. Especially anything rare or expensive (or extra pretty). They are disgraceful and have no morals or empathy for anyone but themselves. Who do you think helped me find rare and expensive plants in the first place? Who? Btw, that red head’ one day in class time, we were out at a clothing factory that had the new gerbre computer for textiles, we were all ushered to a room that had the new grading system set up, and I noted in the room next door was also the new CAD, computer aided Design. So, I quietly ventured next door, and started figuring it out and using it, playing around on it. And that red head girl kept bitching about me to the teacher, “she’s in the other room, she’s in the other room and not here doing this”. And the teacher was like - Oh my god you stupid dog (under her breath ) “she’s doing it, just leave her alone”. You know this totally summarises pretty much all women, in my opinion, they’re just non-thinking little jealous bitches. I bet she is a bloody third born. I can’t reiterate enough, and how many times do I have to say it: stop having more than two kids you stupid bimbo mothers, you cannot raise fully functional “multiple kids”. FYI worldwide, there are 14million refugees – that’s 14million UNWANTED KIDS WAKE UP and stop bloody breeding. Why am I the only person with this ultra important message. 5. CCTV camera Vandalised and Destroyed by neighbours trying to EMPOWER their kids This camera was set up on my mailbox at Rangari, on the farm, because the neighbours kids, we’re vandalising my mailbox and possibly stealing my mail. I know it was the neighbours kids because get this; my neighbour Steve Carter, must not have wanted his boys ending up like the complete anal pussy type of person, (such as that you might find working at the Gunnedah Post Office), so he used me to ‘empower’ his kids, by bringing his kids around to my place on their quad bikes (they’re really a wealthy family), and he encouraged them to vandalise my mailbox. I saw them do it from the pine forest, I had walked down to see what the commotion was. (Mail box was about 1/2 km from the house). That’s when I put up the camera, and then a week later this is what I find. What an arsehole. I believe other parents do it as well, using me in this sick manner. Rack off you stupid “using” cunt parents. Empower your own little spoilt brat kids. I believe my last landlord did it too (copycat) she encouraged her 12yr old son to poison my water-bottle with pee. Parents with serious mental health problems. And I think some stupid farming woman did it just last week too; brought her kids around to vandalize my trees out front, and stole the frangipani, plus they pulled several tufts out of my huge pink shaggy rug, that was drying out front near the trees – the only patch of sun here. I got a photo of them with car dashcam, it’s on you tube now. Stupid farming woman copying Steve Carter. I bet all those thefts at Colosseum, near Miriam Vale, Agnes Water, like my chocolate and roo mince out of the fridge, were done by stupid farming women egging their kids on too. I would say over half the items stolen from me to date, have been done in this manner, by stupid copycat parents/uncles “egging” their kids to do something bad. Thinking that they are having fun with their kids. Absolute arsholes. Mmmm, it seems I need to do a photo story called “ Ways to Empower your Child without stealing from Emily Bieman” (fuck people are stupid – work it out yourselves). Man – this is a whole big thing, and it starts from the get go, day one of birth. It is a whole “way” of raising, and also being around other people, all other people. It is this thing called respect. And you cannot suddenly teach your child empowerment in one situation. Savvy parents know already how do to it. Only stupid parents would encourage their kids to break the law as a way to feel empowered. STUPID. It reminds me of 2 of my 2 siblings, one raises his kids a certain way, the other, his wife mainly, raises in a different way. And it is SO OBVIUOS which way is better. The child that is constantly watched and monitored, and told what to do and when to do it by his mother, mainly, (USED; ride your child!), is the child who is UNEMPOWERED, and thus also is rude, disrespectful, and ‘naughty’. The other child who does not have “over control-freak” parents, is fully EMPOWERED, and is a child that behaves and can take the initiative. SO OBVIOUOS which way is best, when it comes to child rearing. If your child misbehaves – parent – it is totally YOUR FAULT. Also, I did a story when I was living at Gin Gin about empowering your kids so that they can later, know how to compete in the workplace. I mentioned dancing and spearfishing, and anyway, that is another story that has been stolen! I had so many that I wrote at Gin Gin that have been stolen. I can only assume that there's a whole heap of thieving writer bimbo women who live at Gin Gin. I did actually want to go back and edit it, and remove the spearfishing bit, because, word is, all the fishes are now living in even more fear, not only do they have big fish to watch out for, but they have all of these little kids swimming around with spears! Poor fishies! 6. My Seed Measuring Spoons Stolen ½ tsp measure STOLEN was stolen from inside my house at Rangari, Gunnedah, NSW in 2016 I use this teaspoon on a daily basis as I sell seeds and I use it to measure out the seeds, so I hope that person gets cancer and dies. Furthermore, I believe the person who stole, it was a television cooking related personality, and they had ordered seeds previously from me, {I had advertised “a heaped spoon” for some of my seed sales}. And I believe this person was ‘gruffted’ because they didn’t feel like their seed qty was ‘heaped’ enough, being a cook. And so they stole my spoon out of stupid childish spite. And this is unbelievable greed, because most people when they send you seeds, they send often less than 50 seeds (other seed sellers are very scabby), yet in my heaped ‘spoon’ sales, there would be literally thousands, if not millions of seeds in each pkt. Yet this person was still ‘gruffted’ enough to steal my spoon. Stupid little idiot. Btw, as I have (had) a whole set of measurement spoons in this black finish, today when I went to find the tablespoon, I noted it was gone too. 7. Alpaca fibres STOLEN, many, a lot, small portions like this This much (80g) of hand dyed dirty green alpaca fibre was STOLEN out of my cupboard, some time within the last 3 years I have had countless amounts of small amounts of fibre stolen out of my fibre cupboard, whilst I lived at Rangari. Not to mention knitting needles. I believe there are a lot of knitters in Gunnedah, as well as a lot of old NEGS girls who sit around and knit. But, I suspect my landlord has been stealing my fibres, via her husband or her daughters, I’m not entirely sure? She sees me knitting, and wants to knit the same - in typical female jealous form. Hey, you silly bimbo, these are my fibres, get your own dam fibres and dye your own dam fibres; get out of my life. Since I relocated to a house where the landlord does not knit, I have had no more fibre stolen. 8. Evil Sneaky Female Camera Sabotage Thieves This really happened to my camera, it is not a figment of my imagination; My little Kodak camera , purchased in 2005, served me well. It was a good purchase, (albeit $1000! from HN), but it is a ‘superior’ point and shoot easy camera. You are paying for simplicity in use, and superiority in function. This very fact, if you have been reading my blog, and now have an understanding of the jealous bimbos who stalk and obsess over me, you will know, that this camera, would really piss them off. As they think I am “undeserved” of anything good / superior. It is a thing for them, their issue. Their bimbo issue. So those evil bitches, came up with a plan to sabotage – they could not steal it, its value would raise alarms. So, one night it was ‘borrowed’. And when I went to use it subsequently, I discovered there was a speck of something inside the lens. That certainly was not there before; now permanently marking every photo. It was either tampered with, or swapped camera for camera, good with bad (actually I think the latter is more likely; this is what they do, they have done it on several items (my fabric scissors, my cocoa, spray bottles, crockery, bread flour….), and they think I will not notice – stupid bitches. I tried to fix it, but was unable to put it all back together again, and eventually I just had to chuck it out of frustration. Thieves Thieves Thieves. Now I have no good camera, the $1000 Sony one I purchased to replace it, was CRAP, I since sold it for $300 at Cash Converters, the only place where I could sell it, since I have been ban everywhere else, and they ‘stole’ from me with that price. And the one I purchased to replace that, was the Panasonic Zoom, also, inferior – no idea how to do good camera. BTW I heard a thieving dog at the time this was going down, it was at Peter Longs. Camera was Kodak EasyShare DX7590 9. Plant Ownership, amongst other dodgy things out of Control In Australia Hort Ind Example; NON hybrids, Isopogon divergens is Isopogon divergens, it is not Isopogon “Stuckey's” like Belinda Trigg from Trig Nursery sold it as. The horticulture industry is wrought with tricksters and persecutory tormenters with big arrogant egos or kids who want to ‘name’ plants. Not naming any names, Belinda Trigg, (oh whoops I already did), since she banned me from her online shop, for no apparent reason; {She banned me from her shop because I called her out on Facebook, social media about her pretending to be Philip Stuckey from Pretty Woman}. (I told you I have women who try to inflict pain on me – they coward cunts – trying to empower themselves, and trying to use me for this purpose.) Even worse that that foolish cunt, is other women who seem to try to protect those bully women, and give her favour for business. Reward the bullies, that’s what they do in Australia. Beastly bully pain inflictors, who don’t think anyone is looking, well guess again, we have social media now, where everybody sees everything, so don’t mess with me unless you are happy with EVERYONE seeing what you do you little coward bullies. well, just don’t mess with me STOOPID. What were you thinking you stupid woman. NOT WITHOUT MY PERMISIOONS YOU SENSELESS LITTLE CUNT And while I am at it - there a lot of dodgy women in the horticulture industry trying to sell plants to suckers. I have been victim at least 3 times, with labels stating that it is certain colour, when it’s actually not. Or has a fragrance when it does not. And, this is also what they do; In some poor country, in Asia somewhere, maybe Africa?; they thought of a plan to make money for the local community, and that was by collecting a native plant that grows there, and tell all the wealthy Europeans, and or “stupid Australians” that it was super healthy food (Goji berry). This is a total lie, Goji berry is super sweet, not super healthy. And of course, it is a weed in its native area. But today it is a huge money maker in the health food industry, all based on a lie. These are the greedy thieving dishonest antics that people get up to for money, and I personally believe a lot of people do not understand the concept of win/win, they just want win/lose, they don’t care if the consumer loses. And do not realize this is a bad business attitude which will end in FAIL. And, so, not only are there those types of people who know perfectly well what they’re doing in the “scam money making market”, but, on the other hand, there’s a lot of people, re sellers, that have no idea what they’re doing, and they’re selling these deceptions too, like plants to people in certain areas where the plant has got buckley‘s chance of growing; labels aren’t labelled correctly with a proper growing conditions. Such as “will die if waterlogged” or “will not stand humidity” or “will not stand prolonged inland droughts”. Stuff like that is important and always missing. Sometimes I suspect they do it deliberately, so people buy the plant, the plant dies, and then they’ve gotta buy another one. It pays to read up about plants before buying. Since it’s really easy to do with Google, it’s like fun homework! 10. Knitting Needles, Stolen, Returned, Some still Stolen, plus others not shown here Stolen, plus Fibres Stolen, and more Stolen These knitpro needle cables , were stolen, but after I posted this - all but 1 were returned! Seriuolsy, there is some blonde woman out there, who is making it her mission to retirieve all my needles. I am certain of it, plus, if they can’t be found, she is even going so far, as to purchase new ones, and slip them in their envelope. So this one is the only one missing now - of the expensive Knitpro brand ones, but I have had HEAPS of others stolen, mainly when I lived at Rangari, as there are a lot of knitters in Gunnedah - thieving old ladies who do not know about ebay, and can get their own new metal modern needles for a few dollars, STUPID OLD LADIES; blonde bimbo types, but now old and grown. So below photo shows all the metal needles missing today. Below that, shows some of my Bamboo ones missing. And below that is a photo of all my knitting equipment - I am a serious knitter! It is infuriating siting down on a new knit project reaching for my needle box, only to discover the ones I want are NOT THERE. INFURIATING. This happened multiple times. MULTIPLE, some sort of dog game. As I am thinking about my new project and what size needle I will use, someone sneaks in and takes the size I settled on. So, not ALL that has been stolen, is shown here. I have not even gone through my Bamboo sets, to see what’s missing (I prefer knitting with metal!). And heaps of different fibres were stolen over the 10 years I lived at Rangari. I hope the Bimbo women who stole them get cancer and die, then burns in hell. You stupid untrustworthy, dishonest, thieving women. Womens biggest weakness – they are DISHONEST. Course, it could have been Heath Barwick the halfwit drug dealing neighbour who stole them. 11. Gunnedah Council Library Dogs – devious plans to steal through fines This photo was stolen, not only off my website, but from all my backup devices! Plus, my reviews were removed from 3 different online websites. I think it is worth making another photostory about it. It describes my experience with Gunnedah Public library, and how I was cast out by stupid bitch dog. (Stolen because those goddam bullies at Gunnedah Council do not want anyone to know what they get up too – their true nature). Their main issue, they do not want any ‘well read’ smart people, they want girls to be just as stupid as them, they want everyone to be the same as them. Plus, they devised a way to steal cash from people: This one particular librarian, blond brown hair (If I could name names, I would) refused to give me an extension on my library loan, as I lived out of town – no reason why she could not, she just did not out of bitch spite. And NO, I was not disrespectful in any way when I asked for it (you stupid bimbos who blame me for somebody else’s bitch behaviour; I have had it up to here with you, it is not my fault you or any other woman are stupid. Got it.) And then when I went there, she organized along with bitches from Gunnedah Council - a parking ticket for $79 whilst parked outside the Gunnedah library for 2hrs and 2 minutes (Gunnedah is a small country town, with certainly no need for parking signs at all let alone parking inspectors, I was later told by the Tafe Librarian (one with common sense) that I was the only person in Gunnedah to receive a parking ticket ever. Bloody bitchy dogs. I don’t even know that bitch libarian?) So that librarian plus other council staff were in cahoots. She was one of those non-thinking phone twits who would talk to me like she was talking to me on a phone, like, shove the phone into my view whenever I came to the counter to check out books. Weirdo. Fuck off. Due to that stupid librarian and her stupid council co-horts, they did not get those amazing books back that needed the extension, as I really could not make it in to town, and I sure as hell was not going to pay that stupid thieving bitch her requested $15 late fine – the whole point of her refusal – was so she could steal $15. (The books were given to charity) They might not want to be so stupid in the future. But I will no longer go to the library ever again, and stick to Google. Which is a shame, as I have spent many hours in a library over the years, as I have mentioned I was library prefect in primary school!! And practically read every book in that school library! Least this happened after I had my “socks blown off” by the books about native plants. I was told that librarian was fired because of this incident, but I would be surprised if this was the case; most instance with revolting bullies like her, (and there are many) - they get away with it all the time, there is no “mother” to take her stupid child and reprimand, there is no ”teacher” to give the bully detention. It’s like if I want that girl to understand how wrong she is, I would personally have to go and seek her out – follow her, and attack her in some way, physically punish her, so she is shocked into understanding). And as if I am going to do that! STUPID LITTLE GIRL WHO STILL NEEDS HER MOTHER. This is just one of the antics that those Gunnedah council girls, – little girls, get up to in order to screw people about. They are literally thieves who devise plans of how to steal from customers, especially ones they do not know very well. I also want to mention here, I am a very polite and respectful person. I would never be rude to a sales person behind the counter, or pick a fight. I’m very softly spoken. It was a standard that I was raised within my family, and also with the private education I had. Being rude or offensive is just not an option and certainly not a part of my nature. I feel some people say (and do say) “oh well, you get this reaction from people because you must’ve been disrespectful to them” But this is actually just not the case at all, and I wouldn’t be so worked up about it, writing about it, if it were that way. There has been, and still is, major issues about who certain people can be respectful towards, and who they should not be respectful towards. It is an attitude by small minded little girls in the community of Gunnedah (and elsewhere, Bundaberg just the same) and I’m writing about it. I also want to add, now that I’ve had years and years and years of these antics from the stupid little girls. I now have the opinion that most people, women, I would say 85%, are basically stupid, they can’t think for themselves, and 10 out of 10 will steal from me. I have also known prominent feminists to also later in their lives, reach this conclusion, a whole change of mind coming about from experience. Yet, still I am respectful and polite, as usual. I mostly do not want any kind of confrontation or relationship with any other women (when you fight with someone you enter a relationship with them). I believe now, that those dogs behind the counter, can actually sense my belief about them, even though I don’t give them any signs, I keep things friendly, smiley and brief. But they can sense my ‘stance’, and the fact that they can’t manipulate me with their ‘sweet charm’, is the main issue. I’m pretty smart, and this is what really annoys them, and why they are so rude, disrespectful and dismissive. Aside from the photo above, stolen, I’ve written about this ‘little girl’ issue before, and it was stolen too, telling me that I am definitely hitting the nail on the head with this one. Although I have mentioned it’s also about happiness - most bully girls can’t stand to see me (or anyone) happy, that really ticks them off too,- in fact I believe Lady Gaga wrote a song about it “Poker Face”. I definitely do not have a poker face, in fact, quite the opposite. I use my face extensively and probably way more than a typical person. When it comes to expressing myself, I use my face; a lot of nose scrunching, and or, a lot of smiling. I do it deliberately so I don’t have to speak (!), a subconscious learnt ability. I would be truly hopeless at playing poker. I have a natural desire to be honest, unlike most other women. Someone told me it is also a ‘pretty thing’, as in, plain or ugly girls are treated badly by behind the counter sales girls and young men. And that is why, when I was in my 20’s I had a lot of older people telling me to smile, (it helps with an ugly face). I would agree with this. As what would happen, if I didn’t smile, the sales girl would think I was angry, even though I wasn’t angry at all, but just because of my face, like it wasn’t like a pretty little ‘made up’ face (I never wear makeup), so she thinks, I was angry with her, so therefore she starts picking a fight with me, and some of them, the really stupid ones, would follow me after I left the store, and continue to fight with me, like verbal abuse, harassment, and theft. And I have no idea often who they are, or what the issue is. So stupid. I think this personally is a big reason why I have had so many women stealing from me - it just comes down to their shallow stupidity. Oh, and someone else told me this library situation was sexual discrimination, as many people, for some reason, think I am gay. So, it was ‘gay bashing’ – female style. Again, see their stupidity. Not gay. Apparently, any type of harassment is sexual harassment, I assume that means anyone who gives me a hard time or steals from me, is sexually frustrated! {and the majority of people who do, are women – OMG, go and take care of yourselves you stupid repressed twits. Such irony here.} And, while I am reminded of this library, one time, I was there, the dogs who ‘go get people from my paste’, and ‘insert’ them, across my current path, were there, they got some aboriginal girl from Tafe, who must have done something nasty and bitchy (don’t ask me what – I pay no attention to most people, oh, I think she was just rude. Yeah, pay no attention if they are rude. So, then they got another aboriginal girl who I did not know, to cross my path and make up some joke (not at my expense) – they do this to make up for what the stupid bitch did – they do this over and over and over again, over many many years. Same arrogant dogs arranging it. But I have heard some VERY CLEVER jokes in my time! I also had problems in 2023 with Sarina council poisoning my trees, and stalking by ‘inserting across my path’, with same female lollypop road worker. I remember back when I was 18 or something, also and in fact, I was in the library, different librarian?, and it must've been some situation along the lines of what I've been talking about above, I mean, I don't even remember it well, but it just didn't make sense of why this person was nasty. And, there was somebody else standing in the library, and she turned to me, she could see I didn't understand what was going on in the situation, and she said "oh it's Council related, the Council only employ really stupid people..." and she went on for about 10 minutes of telling me the process of how they employ council workers, and they type of person who works at council!! She must've been someone old and wise, like I am now, trying to explain to a young person, who has no idea about how the world works at all! I remember it now. So funny! They also edited this with 20 spelling mistakes. 12. This is how I Have to Lock the Door now, Thieves Stealing My Keys At this house in Rangari, thieves often (4 times) stole my keys. I kept having to change the locks, at considerable expense. At one point this is what I had to do, because I couldn’t afford to go into town every time they were stolen. The amount of money I have had to spend on new locks/ padlocks/ keys/ key copies/ security cameras – it would be well into the thousands now, and continues to be just such a waste of money, at least $60 a quarter to run CCTV. Curse them, I hope those thieves GET CANCER AND DIE. Btw, I would NOT want to be in their shoes, they will have major karmic dept now HA HA. I suspect it was my landlord David Heywood who took them at least twice. Bad enough if you misplace them, but when they are actually stolen, and you have been looking all that time….. so pissed off. {btw, I have a tracker in my keys now, car and unit - HA again) 13. Thief Access Via Cat Flaps That was my front door with the catflap at Rangari, (homemade cat flap worked well, but I had to cut a hole in it for 1 of my cats who was blind, he couldn’t see it otherwise, but he could sense the light through the hole) Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo showing the door closed from the inside, because right next to the door was my purple bowl of cat food. I would always leave a bowl of bikys for my cats to help themselves whenever they want. Just in case they were hungry out of meal times! One morning after I just left a new bowl of bikys there the night before, I looked at the bowl and it was completely empty (usually takes about 2 weeks for them to go through a bowl of bikys {no mould or moisture problems in Gunnedah!}) And some desperado little girl thief, had literally put her hand through that cat flap and reached for the bowl, then emptied the contents of the bowl, and then put the bowl back. Can you believe that? You better. I suspect it was Emma Finylason and Heath Barwick because at that particular time suddenly a cat appeared at their address, {I went round there to confront them about another stolen item and drunk behaviour, and Emma kicked her cat, severely, out of frustrations, as I was telling her off} SUMS IT UP DOESN’T IT.} Plus they’re the only neighbours I had within a 5km radius, plus Heath Barwick is a drunken thieving retard idiot, which I have previously described in great detail on this blog. Those people have no idea of karmic debt, do they? Idiots. Stupid. {Or possibly Emma was there to try and save Heath from copying a ‘verbal’ beating from me. So, she gets it instead. Go ahead, try and save Heath Barwick! Lol lol. He has serious UNWANTED CHILDHOOD issues. I need to mention again, I do not really know Heath Barwick, I had meant him once or twice briefly when I was 18. We are not friends. Nor do I know Emma well, we never spoke at school, she was in a younger year. I should mention here, wherever I go I have dogs who follow me (I believe they are NEGS related; Cathy Goldman and older girls ahead of my year, Wainberg girl, related) and often when I go into certain shops, (on my list), the dogs are there waiting listening in to my conversation with the shop girl, in order to “monitor” me, to make sure I do not say anything “wrong”. There are really threatened by me. So, the dogs now think, it is because of them, that I am a respectful well-spoken lady {can you believe that? - it’s true, this is what those stupid women do, and they often steal in the situation too}. So, I am guessing Emma and that stupid blonde thought she would be safe from a verbal lashing. Fuck off you stupid dogs; that school is the WORST SCHOOL in the world. Oh, I want to point out, I had just switched to a new expensive brand of bikys, and these ones were extra special, not only were they extra small for two of my cats who were quite small, but the cats loved them, thought these ones very tasty. (No ash or cardboard). So those biscuits were definitely stolen by a jealous dog. She was jealous of these cat biscuits. In that same manner of the stupid short blonde who thinks I am not deserved of anything good, but she thinks she IS deserved, and so just takes from me. Maybe Emma was ‘egged’ on by this stupid blonde? I am so outrageously irritated, by stupid stupid jealous little twits. PISS OFF, get your own life. You know, actually I have observed, most people when they encounter me, they kind of hang around wanting something, and if I don’t give them anything, then they just take something. They have this strange juvenile mentality where I should have to give them something just because they are perving on me, like a child that hangs around a mother who is cooking, wanting a little sample morsel. The stupid nature of people is just ridiculous. Fuck off you stupid little bimbo dogs. I don’t fucking owe you anything. 14. The Reject Shop Thieves In Gunnedah when I used to shop at the Reject Shop (one of those $2 import shops) I had many items stolen out of my bag. Stolen when I shopped instore, as well as from my car while I was instore, as well as from out of my bag or car, after I had left the store, during the course of the day at some point. Thieving stalkers. It was so bad, that I invested in a car camera, and instead of running the carcam while I was travelling, I would have to turn the camera on when I was parked in the car park, and one time just after I installed my carcam, there was a huge commotion when I was instore at the Reject Shop, and I literally saw these dogs talking on phones to the person trying to break into my car. (The dogs get men to do their dirty work, and the dogs act as ‘look outs’, watching where I am at.) I overheard them talking about my carcam. So, the 2 yobo men must’ve seen the camera and so have not broken in to my car (I saw the 2 men as I left the store, 2 young looking boys in their 20’s with freckles and brown hair). So, ha ha ha ha ha - they couldn’t steal from my car once I installed the camera. The most common item I had stolen from these little two-dollar shops (there were 2 guilty stores in Gunnedah, The Reject Shop near Coles and Crazy Sam’s in the old Co-op), were reading glasses. They would usually steal them even before I got home and unpacked my bag. Sometimes they used to do it in a sneaky manner, the same tactics as what a magician uses to distract their audience. I especially found if there was a movie or a television show that had just started which was about magic or had a magician, or magicians in it, then the pickpocketing and theft would increase 50-fold. Also, the Reject shop in Gunnedah got such a bad reputation it had to close. I can assure you anyone who is a magician is a thief; the thieving personality is the type attracted to being a magician. And anybody wanting to see a magic show live or on television are complete morons. So not only did I have to have a camera on in my car when I left it, but I also had to have a camera around my neck when I went instore, and after I did these two things, finally the thieving almost ceased. Except now they figured out how they can do it in a legal manner, and that’s by scanning; girls (staff) go around scanning products that are on my list, and making them a higher price than the stated tag on the shelf, or often they remove the tag. So, once I moved to Sarina where there is a Reject Shop, I thought, well I’m in a whole new area, 1500 km away from the Gunnedah Reject Shop, why don’t I try to go here see what happens; but sure, enough I was overcharged by 75c the first time at checkout, as well as was ripped off with some faulty waxing products, (but I was able to return those and get my money back). The little short blonde girl was there, and who apologised (of course I do not accept her apology, I hope that girl gets cancer and dies) but I had to go back to get tissues (none at the supermarket) and the girl attempted to overcharge me again by 5c (for some reason I paid cash both times). The game of overcharging. In fact, I’ve noticed, every shop I’ve been into, at Sarina all the shop girls have attempted to overcharge me. Mitre 10 overcharged me; the service station tried to overcharge me (Sarina Beach Road fuels). The mechanic stole from me ($72). So still thank goodness for online shopping (who by the way are also, not innocent of stealing from customers, but at least everything online is recorded and bank transactions are the same as the recorded receipts) {once at a Tamworth watch jewellers, she quoted the price instore verbally, infront of people, but then went ahead and charged my credit card more than her quote – female shop girls - such fucking thieves}. At the moment I want to purchase some ribbon, and the price is RIDICULOUS, so expensive, I am certain they have my ip address and have tracked me, plus messed with google search results, so I have only one choice as to where to buy Ribbon from? 15. Sluen; Stolen and Discarded One day I was sitting on the Veranda at Rangari cottage, sipping in my morning coffee, when I heard ‘plop’, I saw from the corner of my eye, one of the Eucalyptus in my little rockery out front (Eucalyptus pyriformis ) had just dropped a big flower pod bottom, and the flower had burst out. Eucalyptus pyriformis has one of the biggest flowers, so the pod that fell was quite large. I saw it lying on the ground, and thought I would collect those, there’s bound to be something I can do with them. So, I went back out a little later to collect it, but it wasn’t there, gone. I thought it suspicious because there’s certainly no animal that would take an empty pod like that. A little while later as I was out weeding, and there was another ‘plop’, and another pod dropped. Right, I’ll go and get that one, just after I finished this bed. So, half an hour later I went over there, and, you know it, it had gone too. So, it is my firm belief, that somebody in the area (not mentioning any names – but I would place money on the fact that it was David Heywood the landlord, who would have been bored as shit, decided that he should take them, purely for no reason other than to annoy me, he certainly would have no use for them, being a farmer in his 50s. Of course, he could’ve been neighbour Heath Barwick, whose motivation would also be just to annoy me, he certainly would have no use for them, being a complete idiot. Of course, neither of those two people have been convicted of any theft, so these item that have been stolen, has been SLUEN. 16. Sleepers Stolen by Wealthy Bastard and Bird Stories I’ve talked about my garden and how I feel it was ‘stolen’ from me, and it was like there was a movement of brainwashing, and ‘outwilling’ going on. I’m going to show you another reason why I think this conspiracy is real. This is my garden, my vegetable patch, with all my logs/sleepers that I have found/collected and spent 10 years building. Today, there are no sleepers in that garden, they lie at Peter long’s place - a lawyer in Gunnedah who I strongly suspect is one of the guilty bastards behind the conspiracy. There are certain people that take ‘wealth accumulation’ very seriously, like Peter, meanwhile, I was this single young woman, who had built-up this magnificent garden from nothing, and someone like me will drive someone like him nuts; “who the hell does that girl think she is? she doesn’t even have a full-time job with a boss. And yet she has this huge beautiful garden”. (Lot of people think this way - although its mainly girls, they are jealous by Australian nature, due to mothers breeding like rabbits). Another reason why I suspect him is because I lived on his cottage (briefly and unfortunately) and he and his kids (adult girls), I suspect, would steal from me and do things like put pebbles in my dish drawer - he’s an arse. And he especially wouldn’t do anything “help wise” for anyone else unless he’s being paid $100/hr or whatever the going rate is for a lawyer. Yet when I had to leave, he personally came out with his trailer and loaded those sleepers onto his trailer, so he has my sleepers. He WANTED those sleepers for his garden. (Ironbark heavy duty sleepers. Back in the day, not so long ago, these were discarded, now they are worth a pretty penny. Most of these sleepers, I retrieved out of the Heywood’s ‘on farm’ tip (I was just lucky these ones hadn’t been burnt) or by the roadside after rail workers discarded them, and I recall most farmers back in the day, including my dad, just burning such logs, I am pretty sure they would reach over $100 each these days). I did have a photo of the garden they lie in now, but it has disappeared off my PC, (STOLEN PROOF), the only one I could find was this one with his partner Sara Fergusons’s stray cat that turned up when I was there (they half starve their animals). So, I have a strong feeling that this guy helped “will” me out, so he could get the sleepers for his farm/garden. BTW, they don’t even grow veges, I am pretty sure too, neither of them actually cook either. It’s all just for show for them. Here is a good spot to add what the dogs do about the wood I collected; the timber I collected on Davids farm, was mostly from the old tip out there, which they no longer use – very sensible. But David told me how to get there, it is in a remote spot on their huge farm {I have written about this twice before, but it is a big deal, so I am writing about it again.} So, I got pretty much all of it, and put it to some use. Later some little idiot dog was trying to accuse me of stealing Davids timber - I think they might have been trying to tell Brenda, that I was stealing Davids timber? Or I am not sure who they were trying to convince that I was stealing timber, but it was someone and someone! Bird related. So anyway, when they discovered that you cannot access the tip without knowing where it is, whoever it was (coward) realized I could only have obtained the timber with Davids permission. So, I suspect this was actually microsoft related? Computer nerds trying to but in and “get her” – this is a typical stupid Australian thing that happens to me all the time, people trying to “get me” just like that theft accusation, they tried to get me on tax evasion (as if), also Centrelink fraud twice ( yeah right) and crazy incarceration (they wish), and now accommodation, I have literally no where to live, and notice to leave. Don’t think this was not a conspiracy! Now, while this blog is about me and my life, I have stated many times that I am on a personal mission to combat thievery, (meaning people who steal from me), but, why not other people’s thievery bane too. Here is some blatant timber related theft going on in the world; I saw on Netflix once time a show about the timber chainsaw festival in America, I think it was America, could have been Canada? But, they’re fantastic!! What they can do with chainsaw, wow! Anyway, after one such show was a documentary on a logging company, and they were showing this family cut down all these trees to sell as logs. And the family were making a fuss about how the government has all these rules, and so they didn’t have enough time to collect all their cut logs before the snow set in, so they were going on and on poo pooing the government saying oh, they would lose all those logs and all that time wasted and money loss- on and on. But so then the narration on the documentary explained the rules on old logs; logs that have been cut down the season before are considered old logs, and can be still collected from the forest later, but they are collected under the recycling, reclaim category, which means the loggers don’t have to pay the full amount (it was quarter of the price) so, it turns out, that guy was deliberatley saying he didn’t have enough time to collect, so he could go back the following season and pay ¼ of the fee. He’s totally scamming the department of forestry! On and on he went. LIAR. I did get the feeling that the Department of forestry could see what was going on; they’re not stoopid! But they didn’t know a way around it. So, it seems to me if they kind of knew enough to imply what was going on in this documentary, maybe they want someone to see what is going on too, and remedy it? When I was constructing my big veggie patch at Rangari, which consisted of log rows, each about a metre wide and 20m long. I had quite a collection of sleepers and cut logs, but there were a few gaps here and there where I didn’t have quite enough. So, I had to go out hunting down the paddock to find specific sized logs. Surprising how many I found down the paddock. As I was looking, I noticed there was a bird hovering around and calling out wherever some logs lay, and, what’s more, it was a sized log that would be the perfect fit to close the gap, -the bird had turned it into a game with me, he was watching me and saw I need just the right size logs, and so he was finding the logs for me, sure enough when I headed over to where he was calling, there was a log of just the right size - he found at least four for me! Brilliant. This was the garden I was forced to leave 10yrs, by my new bully landlord, the Carters. You know, a lot of people helped me find certain plants or other things I needed – some of them very famous, but Carters just come along, and kick kick kick. There is a little bit more to this bird story. I would say before this point I didn’t really pay much attention to the birds, they were just always there in the background, happy and chittering away. But I have since discovered that there is a whole other bird world that goes on - the birds are very much connected to humans, and are very interested in what the humans do, they watch the humans all the time, they love humans, and they try to interact, in sometimes odd bird like ways. They especially love it if you include them in your life, like if you’re creating an art work and you put a bird in it - they bounce around outside the window with joy whistling and singing and carrying on with delight. Sometimes they will get up to antics to try and amuse you, like once, one evening just before dusk, in came a huge flock of birds, I think they were Starlings, (too bad I didn’t have my camera and catch it) because they were literally dancing in the sky, it was amazing. I’d seen it on TV, but when it happens right above you, 1000’s of birds flying one way and then turning another, the movement it creates is just magnificent, and I felt really special to have witnessed it. (Birds are soo meant to fly, and not meant to be held in captivity, in a cage - wakey wakey). Another time there was a flock of big white Cockies and in the front paddock, just off my Veranda, there was at least 500 of them, if not 5000, Cockatoos that is, and along comes this little tiny Willy Wagtail, he/she must’ve had a nest nearby, because it wasn’t pleased at all with all of these big Cockies, and with just a few little wags of his tail and some high shrill shrieks, he managed to move all those Cockies onto a different paddock! Actually, I have quite a few more bird stories, but I’m sure most people do. I should mention, I do believe if you’re showing signs of illness/sickness or injury etc, they’re birdbrain instinct will kick in, and if they could, they would peck you to death, just like the chooks do in the henhouse with a sick chook, and some people with birdbrains also do it, just in the form of bullying/picking on the weak. 17. Pliers Taken and Angled Under my Car Tyre at Long Cottage, Gunnedah, NSW, Australia 2018 These pliers were stolen, I suspect by, by my landlord in Gunnedah, Peter Long, a lawyer, incahoots with my jobs provider Graham Kent, who then placed them under my wheel, so when I reversed, I would get a puncture. It cost me a whole new tyre. I did not think this at the time, but in retrospect looking back and remembering all our conversations and interactions, this is what I now know happened. The world would be a better place without both those people (No conviction, nor a suspect by the police) I have to say that for legal reasons, as if there is no ‘hard proof’, as in like for 99% of all crimes committed in Australia, there can be no accountability, according to the Police. I believe they both did it, well Peter did it, ‘egged’ on by Graham Kent, my then Jobs Provider, trying to impress each other. He did it. I think because, he thought I was driving too fast on HIS driveway. (He is backwards territorial dog). WHO DOES HE THINK HE HIS? (Birdy told me, all men in their 50’s are like this, they change and turn into power tripping righteous arshole bullies! Arrogant morons). I was driving normally. And why would you handle this problem in this manner? Who does that, is he retarded? Doesn’t he know how to converse with someone? Why didn’t he say “hey I think you’re driving too fast on my driveway, if you don’t slow down, I’m going to get really pissed off”. Easy. Fucking idiots who don’t know how to communicate - another bane of my existence. And actually, I believe the reason he didn’t attempt to converse with me was because I WASN’T driving too fast, and he knew it, it is not his place to say at what speed I drive down his driveway. He just wanted an excuse to be a bully arshole, to power trip. And my driving was it. Same with the how Jobs providers provide shoes for unemployed, this does not sit well for the pompous rich, I have written about a whole “shoes” situation around this time, ending in physically handicapping me. It’s like this man, and other men of similar age, have invented a game for themselves, to seek revenge on people that annoy them in some way. They seem to concoct ‘made up’ fighting tactics - that so called other people use against him. Then seek revenge for those made-up concoctions. It’s like a board game that old man has come up with to amuse themselves - it is total dysfunction. Stop using me as your personal whipping toy – you complete morons. Do you think that is my purpose in life? Do you think I was sent directly into your life so you could fight me? Do you think we are in a fighting relationship? If so, you need help, serious psychological help. Leave me alone, you deluded old men. There were also the pebbles in my dishwasher. Now, I’m not sure about my dishwasher, well I do suspect, same landlord put pebbles in my Dishdraw, via my chook feeder that I clean daily. Because I’ve had chooks for the previous 15 years, and I’ve never once had pebble‘s in my Dishdraw. It’s only when I lived at his place, that suddenly, I had pebbles in Dishdraw. The reason, I suspect him, is because he had 2 concocted motivations; he’s jealous because I have a really good Dishdraw. He is hung up about ‘class’ - just like that stupid short blonde girl in Gunnedah. Plus, he was “off grid”, so I think he thought the Dishdraw would use too much power. And his way of dealing with any problem he encounters, again, was NOT to talk about it or approach me at all, but to think of some way he could attack me – via pebbles. IDIOT. Little did he know, just how good Fisher and Paykel are. { low electricity consumption, they’re practically 5 star on Eco Fast wash, which I always used, plus they have a filter to catch any pebbles} HA Again, no convictions. And btw, the reason he was off grid, only 8km out of town was because Gunnedah council wanted $150,000 to connect the power. And that is ABSURD, Gunnedah council was trying to steal from him for sure, so he turned round and went off grid to stick it to them. It could have been Essential Energy and not council, as I know Essential Energy were stealing from me after I put my 5kw solar panels on. The previous PM, said he fixed the electricity stealing problem in Gunnedah. I would have to see that to believe it; as they are extremely arrogant thieves and do what they want in regards to charging certain people whatever they want. Also, when I was moving there, it was over a couple of weeks, since I had heaps of farm stuff / plants to uproot, sheds etc (pool, solar panels….) Actually, I lost a whole heap of weight over those final 3 mnths at Rangari, I went back to being like I was at age 24! Skinny Minnie. So, I would just turn up at Longs with a load, and go home and get some more, he said this was fine. But I think he went through my stuff in that time, plus his kids did, at any rate my spinning wheel had been tampered with and a part broken, maybe his girls, and partners girls, had tried to spin? This will probably be more likely. But I know my seed cabinet / filing cabinet had been gone through, and that is what he would have been curious about. Control issues. He used to read my emails I sent my sister when she worked for him. So, he did not have any control over me: I'm not a part of his family, I don’t even know him, he’s not a friend I would sit down and listen to or have conversation with. I'm just some unknown person that's come into his life in the form of “renting their house”, why would he think he would have ANY control over me?? So because he doesn't have any control over me - this is what he does - such STUPIDITY and he's a lawyer. Idiot. I-D-I-O-T. I should mention, when I was there and attending appointments with the jobs provider, 2017, Graham Kent, that’s also when my new work boots were sabotaged, it was through that Jobs provider at the same time my Tyres was sabotaged. Hole in my tyre. Hole in my shoe – NOT A COININCICDENCE. See, they give job candidates workboots for work related things, so I was entitled to work boots, but there seems to be a lot of people in the community who hears about the “new shoes” - something for free, and it really pisses them off: “how dare she should be getting a brand-new pair of workboots”. Peter Long is someone who would think this, and the stupid blonde whoever that is, and possibly many many many people in Gunnedah who would think this in fact, there’s a lot of jealousy in life I’ve discovered. Updated in 2025, and I STILL CAN’T WALK DUE TO COLLAPSED ARCH DUE TO THOSE WORKBOOTS. Fuck them. Actually, I think this is a good spot to put the 'jobs providers issues'. This problem with Graham Kent is not the first one, a lot of them seem to have major problems. Graham Kent and Courtney Lang were in partnership at Joblink Plus. I have mentioned this before; it keeps getting deleted. Courtney looked like Courtney from SYTYCD. I think it must be Centrelink putting in jobs providers of people from my past, in some cases. Like they're not actually jobs providers, but big fakers. I know I have talked about it before, so I won't mention all the numerous fake job providers I've had. But these 2 were pretty much the most ‘suss and evil’ out of all of the jobs providers I've had. And I've had some really bad ones. That whole area is just one of abuse and control; a means to power over someone of low income. It’s such a problem for them, that in my opinion those types of people have mental health issues, and it's so bizarre how they put people with mental health problems in these well-paid job positions. They're pretty much all narcissists, and they do not care if they are in violation of the law or Centrelink rules. (what is Centrelink thinking?) Whenever I have complained to Centrelink they have done nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even getting back to me (I must admit that I did not own a phone for a long time, and this could be related to their lack of response). There was a time, around the period in 2020 when I was abducted, when suddenly, I think it was brought to their attention, that they have monumentally fucked up with me. They suddenly seemed to be going out of their way to fix things, like try to address my complaints, it lasted for a few months! They were even helpful, which is most unusual; the LAST word I would use to describe Centrelink would be “helpful”, more like the exact opposite of helpful. But anyway, they were! I've had more complaints since, and they've kind of gone back to their old ways of being total Nazis. In 2025 they have started to not ignore a complaint but seek revenge for anyone who complains, and do some sort of punishment, like phone harassment, and ignoring Dr’s medical certificates – they are still total cunts. I think now, one of the jobs providers from Gunnedah, works at Centrelink up here, I am fairly certain I recognised the nazi voice. I did put in another complaint to try and nip it that one in the bud, (just in case someone listens to my complaint). Ultimately my experience with Centrelink and jobs providers is one of absolute disgust, they are pure evil, and it is my mission to try to avoid them. 18. Melaleuca nesophila x 2 tubes STOLEN from shade house at Long Cottage Gunnedah, NSW, Australia This is another one of those times where I purchased something from a retailer and lo and behold something related to that retail industry gets stolen so I purchased some Melaleuca essential oil online from New Directions in Marrickville , and these two Melaleuca tubes go missing around that time; just taken out of my shade house. It’s exactly along the same lines as when I purchased a torch from Kogan; my other torch was stolen. When I purchased something from Spotlight my Capri patterns were stolen, when I purchased some hose connectors from the Bundaberg TradingPost, my hose washes and awl were stolen - by the way I made a poster about this and named the TradingPost, and within a week of those particular items stolen, they were returned. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always happen, but I guess in this particular instance, it was posted in the right place, at the right time. I really have so many examples, because obviously being 48 now, I have made a lot of purchases in my life, which coincides with a lot of thefts. One can only assume why someone would be doing this bitchy behaviour? At one point I thought it is the Toll couriers who deliver my goods; who are then playing a game; as in, you will have to pay the toll to us, for delivering your parcel – an arshole game. And so, they steal something if they somehow do not acquire an additional $2 or something? Although there are many things I purchase which aren’t delivered, and they still steal from me then, so that rules out my Toll theory, although toll are extremely guilty anyway, because I know they stalk me when I go into town (Bundaberg, and before Miriam Vale, and in Gunnedah too) at, particularly, shops that I visit but don’t purchase anything from; suddenly a toll truck parks right in front of me, blocking my way, as if to say you better purchase something from them or they will steal from you, to pay the Toll. They are absolute bastards, and that Toll business should be closedown (at least a name changes for all those stupid cockanninnie workers they have). They also did it at Jaycar Mackay, but I happen to purchase something there (turned out later I need not have bothered, it did not work), but some guy accused me of hitting his car as I parked, but I did not, and I believe, as I had purchased something, he (the car liar re fake dent), said, “don’t worry about it.” As if! I believe there are a lot of people who think this behaviour is perfectly acceptable and okay. It’s like, if you don’t purchase from a shop you visit, then they have the right to steal from you. This notion is TRULY ABSURD, and all the people who think otherwise; you have severe mental health problems. Seriously. It is not acceptable to steal from someone under any circumstances, let alone if they visit a shop and decide not to purchase - you stupid little dogs. I believe there’s heaps of them on the radio as well who encourage such behaviour. Stupid radio people, get a brain. I’m sick of seeing this absurd juvenile bully behaviour – YOU ARE NOT 12YRS OLD ANYMORE. Grow up. One time I purchased some crockery and knives from a catering business, and this business was located on the other side of Australia, and at that time, one of my existing knives was stolen. But I got the feeling that it wasn’t actually the retailer stealing, it was my neighbours seeing me speak to and make a brand-new purchase which made them jealous; so, they stole something. I mean what a stupid bunch of 3rd born jealous bitches. You know little message for my neighbours; we are not in any type of relationship, comprehende? It is not your place to be jealous, get a grip on reality. And stop being so dysfunctional. It is none of your business what purchase I make and who I speak with – it is my business, not anyone else’s. 19. 10 Of My 500ml Coffee Mugs were Stolen in Gunnedah I only have 1 coffee cup left after purchasing 12! I know these were stolen by female marketing dogs. I know because also, 17 of my Arabica stoneware dinner plates were stolen, and I was able to purchase some lovely replacement pink stoneware dinner plates from Kmart. So, the female copycat marketing dogs (not from Kmart) made some matching pink coffee cups and stole my white coffee cups, so I would purchase theirs. Those women are scum and their coffee cups were crap. I certainly won’t be purchasing them. How could you possibly not see, that it’s not up to YOU to decide what coffee cups I should have? You must be absolutely DELUSIONAL WOMEN. Meanwhile I’m saving up for some more 500mm white ones, and I can’t begin to tell you what a drag it is not to have any clean coffee cups every morning. I hope those bimbo women burn in hell, thieving dogs. I should add, I don’t think that Kmart stole my Arabia‘s, they just saw that my plates were stolen and produced some new stoneware ones for me to purchase, which was actually very thoughtful. However, I do think whoever stole my coffee mugs, or whoever put out those pink matchy matchy coffee mugs up for sale, did steal my white mugs. At the time I was living at long cottage and I suspect they knew who they were, and it was a marketing thing, fuck them all. Later I saw some other girls doing signs, stating they found out who took them, and it was women in the fashion industry who knew me, and who stole them from me, as they were jealous, and wanted the ‘big’ coffee cups themselves, as they deemed me ‘undeserved’ of ‘big’ coffee cups. TYPICAL STUPID JEALOUS BIMBO WOMEN. The bane of my life - no women are allowed in my life anymore - you are too STUPID. Oh, no, no hard feelings about my stolen coffee cups at all. I am going to haunt you for all eternity about these. HA HA HAHAHHA 20. Toothbrush kit stolen by stoopid man who did nurse’s Dirtywork This kit was stolen by someone stalking me at the Gunnedah Hospital and saw me with it! It was then stolen after I left the Hospital, taken from my pink bag (most likely while it was left in my locked car). Can you believe that – my pink travel toothbrush kit! – some people – so desperate. So, it was the two nurses at the hospital who I spoke with at the time, who I believe, then called this particular person (thief, male) to come down to the hospital and stalk me: so it was the girls at the hospital intangible plan (that would be related to free health care – NOT ACTUALLY FREE, The same thing that has happened to me quite frequently when I visited the doctors. Since I wrote about it here on my Blog in Gin Gin, 2020, this type of theft has stopped (I think) although there are still a lot of thieving bitches that work in the health sector I’m pretty sure one of them tampered with my Imed scan results?). {Spoke too soon, they do the same thing at Sarina Family Medical centre;2 aboriginal guys follow me, and steal, and put sugar in my car petrol tank.} The reason I was at the hospital, was because when I tried to make an appointment at the local Doctors, the reception dogs always say - no, there are no appointments left today, (they always say this) and as they do NOT take appointments in advance, for some STUPID reason, I had to go to the emergency section at the Gunnedah Hospital (I know the Doctors had appointments available too that day- could you please tell me in writing why those dimwit reception bimbos refuse to give me any doctor’s appointments?) girls, do they have a brain at all? NO – THEY DO NOT. (I did not right this blog until YEARS LATER – in case you’re wondering if this name calling is why. Those girls were unknown to me, and did not know me either. I am a respectful, honest and polite person out in public.) Maybe the thief wanted me to tell my little story about the stupid bitches who work for the doctors? Who knows? Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia p2 NEXT Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari P1 , P2, P3

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So, this is an example that I have to constantly battle, my whole adult life as a single female. Everybody assumes I’m to blame for any problem, I must be the criminal thief! I must be a drunk! I must be on drugs! And it’s always the other way around. ALLWAYS. It was the same when I was incarcerated against my will by the Bundaberg Mental Health greedy people, when I asked my uncle to phone and vouch for me. I’m pretty sure he assumed that if I was there, well then, I must be crazy. Back then, I Life Stories P6 1. My Pool Sold - My pride My joy This is my pool. Oh well, it was my pool, I should say. I purchased it, I built it. I kept it clean. I chose the ‘green’ liner, which I loved, especially when the sun shone through. Every time I went up there for a swim, {at least twice a day in summer}. I had this big grin on my face, and I systematically would just burst into laughter every so often. My pride and my joy, my pool. As close to the ocean as I would get, so I thought at the time. My favourite exercise in it was Zigzagging down the pool, from side to side; pushing off from the wall hard, flexing all my muscles, then gliding to the next spot! I loved it, and since my arms were ‘spent’ after furious knitting, this exercise was an enjoyable and gratifying alternative. The pool, at 2.2m was perfect for this fun activity. {I made a note of describing my ‘happy feelings’ in this story, about my pool - not to show vulnerability (as some suspect), but to show that you don't actually need other people to make you happy. You need to find things that make you happy, whether that be swimming, or having someone to snuggle up to: but you don't actually need other people, is my point - part of the psychological barrier that some people don't seem to get over in life. This ‘didi’ was stolen, so I suspect it's important to know in life. I've said it before my blog; All you need his water.} However, sadly the property sold and the new owners (neighbours), asked me to leave. They didn’t even have anyone lined up to move in. And I bet it remains vacant still to this day. But, my plan was to take the pool with me if I ever had to leave, and set it up at my next address – I had built it with this in mind, and everything was removable and ‘impermanent’. I had even put a slight decline at one end for easy water removal. However, after the forced 5th relocation since Rangari, with no suitable place for a long 25m pool, and ‘spent’ arms, I realized I would have to sell it. (25mx2.2m and 1.2m deep). So sad. I had major difficulty selling it. I paid in total just over $25000. It eventually sold it (2yrs later) on ebay for $207.50 to woman with 2 teenage boys and a BMW, from Brisbane. They got the highest bid, after it was set at $200. Can you believe that. She later told me she got her car the same way, she only paid $20000 for a $100000 brand new car. I suspect DOG NEWTWORK. But, also, it had actually sold 12mnths before for $5000, but the bidder never turned up to collect it, they paid – but never collected! Weird huh! I think it may have been related to ‘Wainberg’ aka Cate Rogers my landlord, someone worked out who she was before me. ”LEAVE LEAVE!!!” I spent the $5000 on food over the next 12mnths. Meat. But, I really miss it. {least I am now near a beach, even if it has stingers and crocs} Btw, at the time of building, when I arranged the excavation for the flat ground, I had no idea on the general cost of excavation, and there was only one excavator in town, man by the name of Durham, he came out, gave me a quote for $1300. I had to agree. But after he finished the work, he sent me an invoice for $1741.52 (as you can see from the invoice above). So, I wasn’t too impressed about that. What he had done was call his son out mid-way through the day to help him, and he charged me for his son!! Can you believe that. Plus, at the end of the day they had gone up to their truck which was about 100m from the house, so I had gone back to the house, and I was waiting for them to leave. They seem to be sitting in the truck for about five minutes. Just thought it was odd. But the next day I went back up to the excavated area, which I have to say, was done quite well, even though I told him not to do any compacting (books say that you’ve got to just scrape the dirt away, if you have to backfill, it doesn’t work as it compacts later. So, he backfilled half of it {but I didn’t have any problems from the backfill work, he must have really compacted it}. Anyway, when I went back up to the area the following day, my good long metal tape measure, that I had deliberately left by the fence, a huge big 30 meter long one, was gone! I know that one of those people or both of them had come back in that five minutes and have taken my tape measure. I was completely pissed off about it. TOTALLY PISSED OFF. I mean, possibly I should have been more pissed off with the fact that they’ve charge me additional $400 over the quote, but I was so pissed off and had stolen my tape measure, that this was my priority right then: I phoned their number up, it was still early in the morning, 730am, and I spoke to his wife Vicky. She said he was still asleep; can she help, I told him that one of them had stolen my tape measure, and she said no that can’t be right, but I insisted that they did. She said “I’ll just go and check their work box and the truck” She came back on the phone very annoyed and she said yes, you’re right, it is in their stuff. So, I said I’ll just deduct the $30 from the invoice. FUCKING ARSHOLES father and son. Unbelievable. But I can tell you it does not usually go that way after someone steals. They always deny it; just lucky I got his wife. Btw, my neighbours when I moved briefly into lawyer Long Cottage at Gunnedah were another wealthy lawyer family, although, I was to learn that they had moved, and guess who was living in that house now – THE EXCAVATOR!! So, he’s overcharging and stealing, and as a result, he’s like the richest man in town!! An excavator! I’m sure he studied long and hard for that job! Geez, some people really know how to be “democratic” don’t they? When I moved to Gin Gin, I was considering putting the pool up there instead of selling it, I even got a quote for excavation: guess how much: $200 What a Gunnedah scam! 2. Important Back info you should know - Slipped Disc story I want to put this here because I wish I knew it at the time. One day outside gardening/fencing, I slipped my disc in my back, when it happened, I was unable to walk, could barely crawl into bed from outside {It was just like that scene from the 80’s show “The Good Life” when Tom was fixing his diy home generator in the basement, and did his back in!}. I was in A LOT of pain. BUT apparently, as I did try to get inside, I made my back a whole heap worse, and the pain and immobility lasted for months. BUT if I had just lay down on the ground straight away, for at least 15 minutes - lying straight, legs straight, arms by your side, preferably on flat level ground, then your disc will slip back into place, and you’ll be able to get up and walk away no problems, without any more pain, (especially if your young), then you can concentrate on doing some strengthening exercises for your back. (Instead of spending the next few months in a whole heap of pain, and eventually getting a chiro to fix the problem – hooray, I could finally ditch my roller chair). After I realized this, I seemed to be teased greatly for knowing this fact, certain people (I will not be naming names) said it was bullshit. It’s not; my back slipped out again 10yrs later, I tried my technique, and voilà, it worked exactly as I said. Australians, they still suffer greatly from Tall Poppy syndrome, especially the media industry. (Tony Collette does not think nutrition and health starts from within the womb when the baby is developing – they clueless) (Do not overdose on vitamins tablets - can happen.....) Having said that, I know there is some woman, who can pinch nerves in the spine via distraction (without touching it). She is evil (Witches of Salem), and should be shot. She takes pleasure in inflicting pain on my back; rack off you stupid little dog, you are not magic, you are just a dysfunctional sadist, go and find someone who is actually into that kind of thing, and into you, AS I AM NOT (you moron). I am going to put my back story here, it’s on my list of Dr visits, on my Life Stores page too! After I slipped my disc, my whole left leg and foot swelled up, very painful, could hardly walk, I believe it’s called Sciatica? It was never diagnosed; as I went to the emergency hospital at Gunnedah, the doctor there was absolutely useless, he didn’t help at all, I later found out he was two days away from retirement, but after my further 20 more years of experience with Doctors, I am still not sure he would have been of any help, had he been in his prime! He gave me some sort of medication which made me vomit all night long every half hour, stupid dog bimbos at that hospital, male and female (I will never go back to that incompetent hospital). After months of pain and immobility, it was a Chyro who fixed my back, in literally 2 seconds flat. Gunnedah chiro charges $40 a pop, no Medicare rebate, but actually, I think back now, that Chiro who fixed it was in Melbourne, as it was the advice of my then flatmate, {Mat, who I was not too keen on, and in the end, booted him out, he was friends with that stupid blonde bimbo stalker that looks like a miniature version of Marylin Munroe, at Petersham}, but, before I booted him out, he heard about my sore back, and suggested I see a chiro (perhaps he saw all the stupid bitch bimbos at RMIT, and took pity, decided to offer me some helpful advice?) Now, I am not sure how I found the chiro that I visited in Melbourne, (maybe Mat recommended?) I cannot even recall where it was, or what he looked like, all I remember is, he fixed it, fast as a flash. Then that was it, fixed, no more visits necessary – he was truly the most competent Chiro I have ever encounted (and more important, not greedy, wanting repeat customers). Reasonable cost too, (not like 2022, quote for chiro yesterday, $300 for first visit in Mackay – as if, thieving receptionists). Unfortunately, some 10 years after that I was doing some strenuous work, and I had more slipped disc problems, but with my technique of lying in a straight flat position until the discs slip back in) then later putting in my lap pool, I basically cured myself of back pain. I am free of back pain! FREE!! well, for the most part. (As you know by now I was forced to move, and now have no pool, something else that has been stolen). So, I am having some weird back problems, a little different than slipped disc. So, it was my lap pool that I invested in at Rangari, that strengthen the muscles so the disc would not slip out again. It was the definitive ‘fixer’ for my back. I highly recommend swimming if you have back problems. Actually, I remember maybe a few months later after the chiro, and I had moved back to Gunnedah, I started doing some laps, and one day as I was going along the black line in the 50m pool, I heard and felt “click click”; it was my back realigning itself. I want to point out even though I had a 25meter pool, and I’m well familiar with swimming in both 50 meter and 25 meter. I feel if you have a spine problem, specifically you really need the length of the 50 meter to find your stride and pace yourself, with your slow but steady momentum - so your body has time to adjust and realign. You don’t want to be stopping and turning or doing any somersaults, you just need that slow and steady rhythm so your back can realign. Breathing both sides preferably. Course, if you just want to strengthen your back muscles, 25m fine, 15m or 20m, all good. When I had my pool up and running, I started running laps too, aswell as doing some Cha Cha steps – I had just learnt a Cha Cha step, (fast fast fast fast slow slow!) My calf muscles certainly got strong; I looked like one of those female body builders from the 70’s! I miss my pool. I did try to see a physio, but (really true) she (middle age wife) refused to see me because I was not a young good-looking footballer, and she did not believe someone like me (woman of slight frame in my early 30’s), could have back injury - she was either stupid, or stupidly manipulated by the short blonde bitch who stalks me, that was at Gunnedah hospital. Monumental incompetence in Gunnedah health workers. I literally could not walk for months, which could have been rectified. Oh, and in that time in Melbourne, when I had a sore back (but was able to move around by then), I seemed to have that same stupid short blonde girl harassing me implying that I actually didn’t have a sore back at all, that I was making it up. Stupid dog. And I’m going to write this bit again; it’s about when I was at RMIT, I heard about the other campus on the other side of town, had a Chiro clinic consisting of 4th year university students. Anyone could go there for a cheaper treatment. (This was before I went to the good one). So off I went to this campus clinic, and OMG, I can’t begin to tell you about the stupidity of the women involved in this clinic - they were all women, and they had literally NO IDEA what they were doing. There is not a chance in hell I would ever see a female chiropractor from that moment on. It was total Stupidity Bimbo Incompetence, absolutely shameful of RMIT producing those incompetent silly twits. So, I think the stupid short girl with blonde hair, and possibly Cathy Goldman (dog from NEGS who was obsessed with me), may have sabotaged that appointment? I’m not sure, I can only hope it was them, and not just the way they always are – stupidly incompetent? I just remember it quite well. SO BAD. In 2022, I have a couple of back problems again, as now I have no lap pool, and sore foot, so no exercise for 5 years. And again, no treatment. The dogs stole all my physio appointments on my care plans – plus again, really no physios who will do massage on me. Prejudice. Still resting, lying flat seems to be the best treatment. Otherwise, the only other thing I might recommend is daily massage, I am certain this would cure everything. (I might win the lotto!!). I said before, I may have got back problems due to “powers that be” seeing I am missing out on child labour birth pain, so gave me sciatica; “how dare you miss out on the womanly pain of child birth!” Photo from London Spine Unit 3. My 25m Lap Pool story with winning race story A few years back just after my father died and I had received proceeds of the sale of his house (unfortunately divided by 4 - if only I had been an only child ^jgkgf*dgljlfsaa#aks$ak$@aah 😀) Anyway, I have decided with my money, I was going to get a lap pool ($25000) plus some solar panels ($14000) to run it. This will be inorder to lose some weight, and fix my 3 slipped discs in my back, plus I love to swim and where I live in Gunnedah was really hot. Plus being low income, I found there was really no ‘play’ in my life, so, I felt I needed some sort of hope and joy in my life. Anyone on low income can’t really travel anywhere, and especially me, with my situation of having dogs who follow me around everywhere (Watch Dogs – Dolly Pardon) – so, I don’t actually want to go anywhere. Well maybe a nice remote island and beach would be nice…. My landlord was at least 15yrs away from retirement age, plus he said it would be fine. So, after paying the manufacturer (John Kozur from Affordable Pools) for my pool, in full, I had to wait for it to arrive, I had to wait, and wait, and wait as the manufacturer decided to take a holiday just as the money went through, and then when he came back, he was like, messing about, and it wasn’t for a good 4 months until the pool arrived. 4 mnths! BUT then I had to wait again, as he had not included all the parts required measurements, and as I was a ‘girl’ he thought I had made the mistake – so, I had to take the manufacturer to court twice to get all the parts that I paid for, he was so dodgy, a misogynist. So in this time I was angry, because I could’ve had the pool up and running as soon as I paid for it which was summer, and instead I had to just slug it out on the couch in the heat, knitting, and I was knitting furiously thinking the whole time that I should be swimming: so what happened, my arm really copped a beating in that period of several months of anger knitting -and I developed a problem in my arms from over use; repetitive syndrome, basically it’s just inflammation in the joints which causes pain. That, also with my history of ‘dumbbell’ overuse as a swimmer in my youth (we did not know about resistance training back then) plus all the chain sawing I had done on the farm; so, because of the damage done to my arms, when the lap pool was finally up and ready, I couldn’t actually do my freestyle laps, (!) plus the cold water seemed to adversely affect my bones. But it wasn’t all bad as I installed a diy solar system, and actually I’m a very creative person, and I came up with a whole lot of other exercises to do aside from freestyle; so slow breaststroke was ok, and running in water was excellent, pushing off the side of the pool wall over to the other side all up and down the 25m - this I felt was really good – flexing muscles aswell as gentle cardio, plus dancing was a great way to lose weight, plus the music made it fun! I got so trim, fit and terrific in this time. Sadly, I was forced to move (bullies stole my house and garden) after only three years of having the pool so it was a total loss anyway (another story about that, turns out my landlord knew he was selling in 3yrs and that I would have to leave, but he never said anything. ARSHOLE. (I did resell it for $6500 2yrs later after having had to cart it around to 5, (yes 5) new addresses) and I sold the solar panels for $4000 (they cost $14000 and made NO DIFFERENCE to my bill, infact it want up even though I had noflow pump on pool), so that $4000 paid for “Move-It Relocations and Storage” Tamworth – up to QLD) Such is bitch landlords, LUCKY I do not have kids - I recommend not having kids. Here is a good spot for this pool related story: I mentioned that I spent most of my childhood in the water. I did swimming training in primary school, every morning with mom! We rode our bikes up there, she dragged me out of bed at 6 o’clock. And when the end of year swimming carnival came round in grade 6, I managed to win Senior Girl Champion, with a big trophy and a photo in the paper and all. The following year, I went away to boarding school, and I didn’t have mum to get me out of bed every morning, so I was like, I am definitely not going swimming training yoohoo! Plus, there was no pool nearby, and it was freezing at 6 o’clock in the morning in Armidale. So, 4 years went by without swimming, except fun swims at school holidays. But then in year 10, at the end of the year carnival, I was dragged into a race, it was like an ‘all inclusion’ race – “we’re going to get everyone, even people who can’t swim, into the pool to swim!” such are the antics of girls at school. So, like there’s a whole bunch of people in the race, all squashed in, and I took off after the gun went, I wasn’t really swimming very fast, I kind of thought it was a bit of a joke, but I ended up coming second to the known popular fast swimmer in our year, even though I was going really slow, and so the girls insisted that I join the swimming club, and compete the next year. So, I did. And, I devised a plan; because I didn’t really think I was that good at swimming still, because I had stopped swimming training for the past four years, but I knew from my year 6 carnival, that the fastest time I did was it in the heats at the beginning of the day, and by the time you get through all the other races at the end of the day, and do the last swim, my time was atrocious - so bad, just would’ve been from exhaustion after swimming all day long. So, at the year 11 swimming carnival, I only swam in my heat, to get a fast time, then I’d know, I would be chosen to represent New South Wales in the all-important end of the day Relay race, which is NSW vs QLD, which was a big deal at the school every year, and is what everybody is waiting for. So, I swam in my heat, and I won- only the person who was at the end of the lanes, watching to see who won, a teacher by the name of Mrs Windeyer, said that I didn’t win, and the girl next to me won! I’m like, okay - even though I knew I won. I just kind of didn’t worry about it though, because I had a plan, and as long as they checked the times then it would work still. Although I wasn’t really sure that they would check, because you know, the politics of swimming, well, the politics of any social situation, involving women especially, there’s usually a pecking order, and I definitely was nowhere near even the middle, let alone at the top, (I don’t do pecking order, still don’t) So for me to win a race - this would ruffle the feathers of certain teachers, who like to think of their predictions of who can excel and who can’t, as accurate. And I guess they had already put me in a box. (Actually, looking back at my school years that school, this is so true I can’t believe it, and their attitude is ‘caught on’ by the girls too.) So, I thought they might definitely overlook the fact that I won, and choose the girl next to me who was the popular one, in which case, that would be bad, because then they would lose the relay - they needed me. So, I’m waiting around all day for the end of the day race, while everybody else in the swimming club were doing all the races, all the different strokes, all the things that you do in a swimming carnival. But not me, just sitting, waiting, biding my time. Finally, it’s getting closer to the time of the big race, the sports captain, her name was Sally Skipper, I still remember her, blonde hair, skinny, she said, and she made a big deal in fact, I suspect she might have known what happened in the heat, but she said that she checked the times, and I was definitely faster, therefore I would be the final swimmer in the relay, so good for her. I went ahead with the race and of course we won, and it was purely because I hadn’t swum in any other races that day, whereas the girl from Queensland, had gone in every race, so she was exhausted, and I was able to beat her (normally if she wasn’t exhausted, I knew that she would be able to beat me, she was a really fast swimmer from Brisbane) So that’s my winning race story from school. And you know what, this situation, it’s kind of like what happened to my pool; I hadn’t been swimming for so long, certainly no pool out on the farm at Rangari, no waterholes even, the nearest beach was 600km away. So finally, after years of not swimming, I put in my above ground lap pool, and I had a pool! and it was fantastic! For 3 years I found my love of swimming again. I had won again. And what do you know, so someone comes along and takes my pool away “no you didn’t win, I’ll see to it.” Such is bitch pecking order in Australia…. (Same with my trees planted at new address - they were all killed by arshole "YOU DID NOT WIN YOU LOSE"} 4. Running Tally of all Above Ground Pool Costs with Sabotage story Running Tally of all Above Ground Pool Costs with Sabotage story Affordable pools - initial pool cost, 25mx2.2m lap pool, above grnd $14424.70 Liner (It was meant to be included, but Affordable pools refused) $2200 Excavation $1285 Heat pump $1485 (later sold brnew for $400) Pump lowflow eco $122.50 Petrol $200 Sunshower fittings $50 50mm pipe, Bunnings(10 lengths 50mm cat 12 x 3m $24ea) $224 Phonecalls $20 Reece $13.86 2 Concrete slab, perlite $30, concrete $10.50, mdf $12 $52.50 Wooden crate petrol / poles $10 Shade cloth $135.00 Pavers $70 Concrete pavers $16 Concrete pavers $32 Swingset for cover (later used pvc and star pickets) $12 Petrol and time / printouts for court re skimmerbox $220 Take off faucet for the eyeball $4.60 Compactor $60 Duct tape $7.50 Rio rod for pool cover (stolen at Gin Gin) $13.50 Cover $431.60 Pool roller $61 Sand (what a rip off) $440 2 x 30m Tapemeasures $30 Laser level $94 Cordless drill $150 Thermometer $13.45 Shed $365.003.7m x 1.52m Translucent roof $25 Poly tunnel 2” $230 Shade cloth $292.00 Metal 60mm cutter $10.66 More Dural fittings $4.76 Rope $33.00 Teflon tape $5 Black Pvc for lining sand $100 2” poly extra $11.89 Dural Irrigation $497.01 Bunnings silicon, rubber coupling $21.00 Glue $8.64 Reece $36 13mm poly for solar 1600m first lot $470 25mm pvc for water fall 1 only so far $9 Chlorine for emargancy $40 Extra costs later 2nd skimmer $220 More Dural fittings $97.51 Reece Solar PVC (cat9, so hope it will not blow $230 Replacement pump lowflow eco $189.00 Solar Pump 1hp $109 Solar Pump no 2 just incase no 1 breaks .5hp $54 Salt $7 /25kg bag, once a month (x12) per year; $77 Hydrochloric Acid $49 /20L, once a month (x12) per year; $588 Total Costs so far -EXCLUDING electricity and my investment of my 5kw Solar Panel System (at $14000 with NO reduction in electricity bill, only increase - this was a total waste, as my pump was a special low flow one, meaning it did not really ‘clean’ my pool, and I spent a lot of time sweeping by hand all the dead bacteria, as no creepcrawly would work on such a low flow pump. (can’t remember if I included the liner?) $23399.18 Also, it took over 12mths for all the parts to be supplied from Affordable pools – OVER 12MNTHS! See, this list of costs was stolen off my blog and online too – mmm, gee, I wonder why!! Oh, only because they over charged me in all these costs. Especially for the initial pool, John Kozur, as all the extras like the pump, skimmer, liner etc. was meant to be included, but pretty much nothing extra was included. Not to mention he forgot part of the order, then took off overseas for 3mnths for holiday, so I could not do anything that whole time. And when he got back, then he did not believe me, he thought I had made a mistake, as I was a woman. IDIOT. I had to take him to tribunal through a court so he could see, he made a mistake. He just refused to listened to me, a mere woman. His wife and kids must be fairly incompetant for him to think that all woman are incapable of building a simple lap pool. It’s just a process, it was easy. And actually, I’m not really a ‘go with the flow’ type of person, I like to do things my way, because I like to put time, effort and research into things I do. I like to choose environmentally friendly ways. I like to choose smart ways above cost cutting. I like to do things the proper way. That pool would have lasted 100 years plus+ such a waste. Secret misogynist landlord – punished for being single and not a home owner -he knew I would be leaving in 3yrs, as they were selling to Carters, but he said NOTHING. Arshole Arshole. (Reminds me of my cousin, the one who had ‘issues’ with his mum, and so but took out is anger of her, on me. David must have some ‘anger issues’ towards his wife – or possible, and more likely, his daughters.) And stop putting spelling mistakes in my writing to try and discredit me, computer nerd hackers. As I was building my pool, a neighbour or landlord, put a rock on top of my freshly compacted sand one evening after I had retired, under the newly laid Liner, Prob David Heywood; Neighbour put large rock on top of sand, under pool liner, after I had finished laying the black plastic, and left for the day. So, when I started laying the green liner the next morning, I did not see the rock, as when I checked it the day before, it was all perfect, no rocks at all. (ofcourse). This is such typical retarded stupid ‘little boy’ Australian attitude “we can’t have this girl outdraw us, so let’s muck up whatever she’s doing. TYPICAL arshole behaviour, typical male behavior. Your pathetic. I had 3 neighbours on that farm, they were Heath Barwick, David Heywood and Steve Carter - one of them did it. (BTW, I blame primary school teachers for most of the total dysfunction in society). Single woman persecution. 5. So, as a Child I was this Unbelievable Fussy Eater My Vege patch at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia, Jan 2011 Just look at me now! Actually, I found that growing my own vegetables organically, greatly improves the flavour of vegetables. In fact, I would never buy vegetables from the supermarket now, as the difference is quite extreme and especially the factor of going directly from garden to kitchen within a few hours, sometimes minutes, is probably the most notable difference in flavour. I did try some organic chicken from one of the chooks that was killed, but for me there was really no difference in the flavour. So, I figured as long as you grow your own veggies, then purchase (preferably organic grass fed) meat at the supermarket or butchers, you’ll be getting the maximum nutrition and flavour that you can get. Although I should mention when I had to move, and no longer had my veggie patch, aside from practically starving until I noticed purslane - thank God for purslane, purslane is a true superfood, seriously you should look it up, it’s so healthy, if you eat Purslane on a weekly basis, I’m pretty sure you won’t ever get sick from any nutrition related diseases, plus will fend off any bad cells (cancer). When I found this out, I started growing tubes of it to sell, but absolutely no-one in the Gladstone, Bundaberg, Gin Gin, Wide Bay area, wanted to buy any, I think Queenslanders are bunch of uneducated and unhealthy Australians. Anyway, what I was getting at, was these days they have new technology which enables food suppliers to preserve vegetables in a way that doesn’t change the taste too badly, like it did in the old days. I think it’s called snap freeze. I did try some peas that were snap frozen, but, I’m sorry, there’s just no way they compare to fresh homegrown peas from the garden, the size and the flavour is like chalk and cheese) So, as I considered my garden, and vegetable garden, where stolen from me, I also consider my good health stolen. FRESH VEGETABLES ARE VITAL IN NOT GETTING SICK. So back to my story of what I wanted to say; So as a child I was this unbelievable fussy eater. I would really give my mother a hard time, if I didn’t like something, I simply wouldn’t eat it, even if she spent hours cooking a fancy meal - if I didn’t like it, I would just REFUSE to eat it. My mother had no idea how to handle such a fussy child, as she used to cook good food, and take pride in knowing fancy cooking techniques. My mother didn’t believe in junk food or processed food. I mean she was actually pretty food savvy for her time (MLC graduate), and she was a total ‘health nut’, very conscious of how to be healthy, she got dad to grow fresh organic veges for the family. Plus, we lived out of town so there were no corner shops that we could go down and buy any sweets or treats, there was no Maccas back then either. But instead of my mother caving in and handing out sweet treats, ‘to shut the child up’ (like most bimbo mothers), she stuck to her guns and insisted we eat healthy. As a result I was slim and never got sick as a child ever and have an extremely good immune. If I was hungry out of mealtimes, then I can distinctly hear my mother’s voice still now, “Well, have a piece of fruit!” I didn’t feel I was starved in anyway, and it wasn’t my intention to be ‘skinny’ at all, and a lot of positive health benefits have come because of being thin. I was never sick as a child (mostly, read all later). I didn’t get the flue until I moved to Sydney as a fashion student (mistake moving to Sydney, the flue is a tell). My mother was naturally petite woman, and we 4 kids were all skinny too. But when I left for boarding school at age 11, the food situation got pretty dire, especially as I was so influenced by the older girls who were constantly telling me the food was so awful, and so, of course, if it was awful, I wasn’t going to even try it – 11yr old girls are not really known for their common sense, nor did I have any concept of needing nutrition, needing fuel for your body - actually today, now, I still get a little stumped by this, because back then I could easily skip meals, and it would not have ANY effect on me, I wouldn't feel giddy or dizzy, or weak. I could still run around the oval perfectly fine. However now at age 51, if I skip a meal, or if I'm even late for lunch, oh my gosh, my body starts going into like, little panic mode, and I get really dizzy and weak! I guess I just put it down to the young being strong, and as you get older you get weaker. Allthough I do eat a lot of sweet treats now, and plan on eating more; knowing about mum and her illness, health is not as important. The eating ritual back at school consists of 12 girls to a table, with 2 older girls at each end (I feel this is a TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE way for a young teen girl to be expected to eat right/ look after herself in this manner). Anyway, so basically at this junction in my life I was getting very thin. By the time year 8 came, I was skin and bone, it would have been a problem at this point, unbeknownst to me. But luckily, I believe, I had the hand of God come down out of the sky, and insinuate “if you want to survive this school, then you are a going to have to get tall” (unfortunately being small attracts bullies, another story…s.) So, this hand of God, came about in the form of my Aunt Di, and that year for Christmas, my aunt was staying with us, and she definitely noticed there was a problem, (it is easy for an outsider to look in on a situation and see what’s going on, they often have a much clearer view than someone who is close to the situation). So, she took me aside and proposed a deal with me, she said, “Emily since I’m a seamstress and can sew clothes and since you’re a young teenage girl who loves clothes, if you put on some weight, I will sew you a whole heap of clothes”. To me, this was just music to my ears, as I did love clothing, and I actually later graduated and went on into the fashion industry. But hearing this clear-cut deal, I made it my mission to eat, even though I was fussy, there was some foods I did like, so I picked those things out and ate unbelievable amounts of food – like, at lunch, we were served a plate of bread, and you could eat as much as you want, so, I would have at least 10 slices of bread every day for lunch. I mean I would really eat as much as I could, and I was always going back to the kitchen for seconds, all the kitchen ladies knew me!! The other girls noticed it, because I was literally the skinniest girl in the school yet, I was consuming volumes if not mountains of food, some of them went nuts with jealousy (back then it was still desirable to be unhealthily thin, and I want to mention there is this stigma about not being greedy, and being ladylike -these rules need to be thrown out the window, young growing girls need to eat as much, if not more than their dads.) So, I did put on some weight and went from being a very very skinny girl to just a slim trim and terrific girl. There was a huge added bonus; because I was always one of the shortest girls in the class, (all my life, short - oompaloompa) suddenly when I started eating (it was year nine), I had this phenomenal growth spurt and I shot right up and became tall (!). So I really believe now, looking back, when I see short people, I think maybe they did not have an aunt who proposed such a deal to them in their teen days, and are thus slightly ‘stunted’ from lack of nutrition. They didn’t know how important it was to eat right. Especially back then, diet wasn’t as big a thing as it is now. Nutrition is fundamentally important, I believe it (and fun exercise) also is responsible for waking the ‘Sleeping Beauty’ phenomenon - a young girl cannot be fully aware of what is going on around her, if she does not have proper nutrition and activities. I also believe adequate diet in childhood (including in the womb) contributes to intelligence/comprehension, commonsense and civility. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT, life is about food! Oh, and if you’re a mum racking your brain with a problem in your family, and you can’t figure out what to do about it, just mention it to family or friends, it is the key. Someone may just have an offhand remark, and the problem may be sorted. {btw, mum didn’t understand little things like, if she had of served the salad individually, and not with salad dressing, I would’ve quite happily eaten it. I didn’t have a pallet for vinegar when I was young, especially the commercial bottles that she used to buy, there was no such thing as balsamic back then, and mayonnaise – yuk, I still refuse to eat that, its whipped oil – so horrid!!!}. Also, it is normal for kids to be fussy, so they can have a chance to discover new foods as they go get older, on their life journey. If they couldn’t make these new discoveries, then unsatisfaction in their meals would ensue! Did you know I never liked caramel when I was young – too sweet ! can you believe that (now, Lindt Caramel Square Milk Bag!! mmm). Also, I recommend not allowing kids to have tomato sauce or soft drinks, that way you can keep their palettes pure – no excess sugar or salt. BTW, I think there were 1 or 2 times when I was accused of being greedy by people who did not know me to well. Now, I basically went through my whole teenage years as a thin stick person, so I hate to think what it’s like for someone who’s of normal weight or even over, and healthy, for they dare not reach for a second or third biscuit, in case they have some non-thinking woman (usually somebody else’s thoughtless mother) jumping on their back about how greedy they are. I feel I need to write about my body weight too, and the effect that a virus has on person of slight frame. I have always been slim, and petite, and extremely healthy, never sick as a child. But if you examine my body a little further, you’d noticed that the top half of me is what is petite, but I have quite long and big legs with strong ankles. Actually, my bottom half looks kind of normal, whereas the top half of me has always been petite; slim shoulders, slim hips (although I have quite a large chest due to my swimming days of my youth). So, anyway, after I got infected with a virus at the nursing home, (due to burning my throat with hydrochloric acid whist cleaning, and destroying the immune‘s first port of call DAMMIT!) the virus really affected the top half of me, pretty much, it felt like every part of the top half of me has changed, and is now weak from the virus, whereas my legs are just the same now as they were before. I truly believe it’s because the top half of me was so petite, it wasn’t strong enough to handle the virus, unlike my legs (I would have a hefty kick you wouldn’t believe!). A good spot to add this observation – over the years, as an adult, I have noted, that I have some complete idiot retarded moron, who sometimes, starts revving his/her motorbike (in the past it has been other modes of transport) but at the moment it’s a motorbike, and they start revving it and racing it up and down my outside my house, - I’ve noticed this happens when I haven’t eaten in a few hours. Like being late for lunch or dinner is somehow driving this idiot complete stranger nuts? I mean there are way worse things than skipping a meal. For instance, I’ve just relocated, and have had to do all the heavy lifting by myself, and I can assure you, for a petite, that’s way worse than skipping a meal. It does long-term damage to my body, and it causes nerve damage. So that idiot needs to get a grip on reality, and mind his/her own business. Who do you think you are? I’ll tell you; you are no one to me. Oh, and sometimes I note, my neighbour will hang around at their home until I go to eat, then they leave - this happens a lot, at Gin Gin, and I just noticed here aswell. Not a coincidence – MIND YOUR OWN GODDAM business, you little cretin with no thoughts of your own. 6. The cunning plans of Mother Nature; Sneaky yet brilliant little camelian weeds and my Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s Cats the musical plant story Purchased some carnation seed from an eBay seller. I grew them and it turned out to be this little white flower which was a weed. The foliage was very similar to carnations. I’m guessing this grew amongst the sellers carnations -when she went to collect the seed it was caught as well, she did not notice. The foliage looks so the same, and I’ve ended up with a weed. I find weeds can do this – it is a bit of a mother nature magic trick. They are very sneaky and cunning; you can grow something out in you vege patch or flower bed, and then suddenly, an extremely similar looking plant pops up, right next to it, and you’ve got to look twice as you’re doing the weeding, “is that a weed or another seedling?” And wonder where on earth that weed came from, that looks almost identical to my flower – which btw, are usually exotics from other countries, plus, my garden out at Rangari had never been inhabited before. So where did the seed come from? Indeed, it is like mother nature and that weed, had a mischievous plan to trick the gardener so it can grow there, and tried not be diligently weeded like all the other weeds. I want to add, as a gardener, this has happened no less than 3 times on 3 different plants!! I recall when I was at school, sharing a dorm with another girl, she had a plant, and I had read that plants can respond to classical music. So I went and chased down the flavour of the month music at that particular time, which happened to be Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s Cats the musical, and we played it to this plant softly, all day while we were at school. We raced home to see if anything had happened, I kid you not, her plant had grown a 30cm shoot, a single stem straight up into the air!! We kept it on the following day, and again another 10cm worth of growth on that stem, the following day another 5cm. This plant just seem to be growing this single stem shoot, straight up into the air, there didn’t appear to be any leaves on it, it was a little odd looking, but that was proof as far as we’re concerned, they do respond to music! 7. Am I the type of person that is a victim, and Tricia Chook Show Story I want to write down a little part of my personality, because with all this bullying and thievery that goes on, I really feel like a victim, and that got me thinking, do I have the type of personality that people bully? Or is it purely a rumour, wrong information, reputation thing. I think this story might clarify. At one point in my life, I had chooks, huge big chook yard down the paddock. I had a rooster, the biggest rooster you have ever seen, big white one. He used to guard the chooks fiercely. After a while, he started attacking me when I checked for eggs. I would kick him away, but he would persist, and keep attacking me, and so with each time he attacked me, I would kick a little harder, at first only a gentle push, then harder with each attack, but he just kept on persisting, until finally he copped a blow that was quite hard, I wasn’t holding back at that point, sick of being attacked, it was him or me. I knew if he attacked one more time, I would kill him with the next kick. In that moment the rooster finally got the message, that he would die if he kept attacking me, so he stopped and I didn’t ever have any more problems with him, until the foxes sadly got him. But I had to basically use brute force against this small animal to try and get him to stop attacking me, it was the ONLY WAY. Brute Force. So, there is a part of my personality; if you attack me enough, eventually you’re going to get clobbered. How many times do I get attacked by stupid little dogs? Stupid little dogs. I have to mention on my blog that I often am followed around by blonde bimbos – dogs – this is just what a stray dog would do, so I call them dogs – (you have made you own bed bimbos - I know there are some people, women in particular, who would get offended if they hear me call a woman a dog. Maybe when I was younger in my 20’s, I may have been offended too, but with my life experience now of those women, the word ‘dog’ is like a nice word, considering what they really like. I should add, I had many girl friends at school with blonde hair! I did not think them stupid! Lol, and have encounted many blondes with many brains in my time. I did get charged by a bull once, but the bull was really mad, because he had got stuck in my large chook yard, and I was trying to get him out, but he was refusing, I was chasing him around for ages in the middle of the night ,and pitch black, with my torch. So, he charged me, I ducked behind the large fig tree in there, and picked up a bit of Rio rod, so if he charged me anymore, his eye would be taken out. So instead of charging me, (- this cow could read the situation), he went over next to me, where my large rosemary plant was growing, and he put his whole head down at the base of the plant and lifted the plant up by its roots, and threw it aside! {naughty little bull}. He knew perfectly well that was my rosemary plant, he totally knew what he was doing too. This is how pissed off he was. So, then I realised he was pissed off because he must not know where to get out, he couldn't see how he had gotten in - through a hole in the fence that he had created, he couldn't find the hole again, so I had to go and find the hole and kind of rip it open so it was large and big, so he could get find it easily, when I did that he walked out straight away - he had had enough of me! I tried to find the Chook Show Story, but it is missing, maybe my microsoft search has stopped working? But, in case it has been deliberatley removed, I thought possibly another nail on the head situation, and I need to write about it in more detail; As you know I kept chooks on the farm, one day there was a chook show in Gunnedah, with all sorts of breeds on display and for sale, those people are called “chook fanciers”!! J So off I went and as I was walking around the big shed, I noticed something odd, I believe it was the reaction from other people behind me, slight laughter slight condescension that I did not know, that someone was following me. I turned around and there was this girl literally following me, I had caught her in the act, I stared at her, and it took a moment before she realized she was ‘sprung’, it was like she had done it before, and on a regular basis, and she had never been seen before. So, then she took off. That bloody girl looked like Samantha Coulton’s little sister, (Trisha) a girl from school, Trisha was in the year below me, she had friends in Gunnedah who I was friends with. Actually, I remember when Tricia was expelled; the next year, our form went on an excursion to Sydney, one day we were sent down to a different school to check out their new indoor pool (someone must have been campaigning for a new NEGS pool! Just as a sidebar: I know one of mom's friends, single-handedly raised enough money for her son's school to get a new indoor pool! So, there are many parents who really feel like their child's school is a big part of their community, and I guess they feel 'indebted' to them, for taking care of their children.) Anyway, what I specifically remember though, is that was the school that Trisha ended up at. And she must've heard NEGS girls were coming, and she had come out to the bus area. But all the other girls in front of me just completely passed by Tricia and snubbed her when she said hello - it was quite revolting, I couldn't believe it, like they knew perfectly well who she was, it's not like they didn't see her, (as sometimes it's the case in my experience!), but I saw her, so I said hello. Possibly maybe she interpreted this later as ‘please follow me around wherever I go’?! But, I felt like a ‘hello’ was required at the time. And I found it extraordinary how those girls in my year, my peers, had decided that Tricia must be a bad person because she was expelled - like they hadn't really thought about the possibility that some stupid little Nazi bitch had gone on a power trip and expelled her, or she had just made a mistake, as young girls do. Instead, they just automatically shunned her - it's quite disgusting. Its stupid infact, woman are bloody stupid - it goes right back to the Witches of Salem story – that stupid mentality of casting aside – or killing in those times, women they did not like, or understand. I should add, I do not know why she was expelled. But if it was for stealing then I guess it would be okay……. But as she had been at that school since kindy, it must have been something bad?? So many problems with girls in that year; before I mention Gina Burn at the dentist story, Emma Finylason with her thievery and lying; why are they obsessed with me? Oh, that’s right it was from going to church twice a week and being tortured on the hard wood kneelers. Btw, Samantha, in my year, was the Miss Perfect type, she was a school prefect and was always serious and studious, Trisha on the other hand, was expelled when she was in year 11. Both those girls were at that boarding school from kindy, so you know they are going to have problems that stem from parental neglect. Btw, I have noted there are people in life who look like other people, I have determined that once a upon a time, there were several families formed, and from those families, all people today exist. And it’s like many people today resemble each of those existing families, with specific traits and ‘looks’ specific to it. So, there was also another girl I knew who looked like she came from the ‘same back in the day family’ as Tricia. And this was a girl I used to nanny in Wahroonga, looking back, they were spitting image, although definatly not related so far as I know. So, I guess it could have been that girl at the chook show? Can’t remember her name now, her mother’s name was Sarah Peatie, but, I recall, seeing her brother in Gunnedah, possibly that whole family, they were walking down near the river flats as I drove past! No idea why they would have been in Gunnedah, possibly passing through. Unfortunatly, I can’t recall if it was at the same time as the chook show?? So, it may have been her, and not Trica? Poor Tricia, no, I think it was Tricia! I know I am also a victim when it comes to bullies trying to inflict pain and injury on me, in passive aggressive ways; just like girls who follow me – passive aggressive. Then other people that can see I am being followed, they then have no respect for me, and treat me as such. Aswell, I have bullies at Drs trying to ‘not allow’ me to get treatment. Jessica White – fuck off you stupid little dog – it may have been her involved with the ‘hole in shoe’ sabotage to try and get me to put on weight? She was in involved in the black tooth incident over xmas that time. I would say she is probably on cocaine; she knows she is greedy and she is evil. Maybe she needs it in writing. Although I was told a lot of my problems I have with other women, “little girls”, are the result of my looks; girls who are not pretty get “cast” as baddies then treated as such. Well, I certainly know the police do this. And all the people who have ban me online. Stupid computer nerds I guess. By the way I believe they’re trying to do something about the attitude towards excluding people for medical treatment, in Australia EVERYBODY is legible for Medicare rebates and if you have a Health Care Card, ALL medical appointments are FREE if you go to a bulk billing clinic. (Except for Physio, Chyro, and Massage -which I am trying to campaign them to include in ‘medical world’. The fact that they don’t especially include Chyro is ridiculous, in my experience Chyros are much better at perceiving the body than a GP doctor. Understatement. Some people, especially old men Dr’s and Dentists, have issues (problems) with old people and unemployed people receiving FREE medical treatment. Like they hate the concept of welfare. Weird – how clueless are they? We have welfare in this country. It is to stop poverty. That’s the way it is. That’s the way the government has decided it should be, it has been this way ever since I started paying attention at age 18, so, even before that too! J They have set X amount of money aside, ready for those people when they’re in need. It seems to work in my opinion, although there is identity theft and fraud related to it. So ‘the powers that be are trying to change people’s attitude about it BTW, (much to Centrelink’s dismay), this attitude adjustment should’ve been brought about 20 years. So little girls wake up, if you had targeted anyone else but me, you most likely would have been kicked in the head a long time ago. {I personally believe bullies have a distinct instinct about targeting someone, who they know will not kick back}. 8. Water Cooler AND BOTTLE STOLEN from Gunnedah Art Gallery Women Behaving in Non-Thinking Dogged Zombie Ways This was stolen along with the water bottle, from the Gunnedah Creative Art Gallery one monthly meeting, stolen, I am pretty sure by a predominant elderly volunteer who works there, Shirly Urquhart, (no conviction) who was only other person in the room. Such STUPIDTY. What is it with women who steal, “oh, don’t like her, don’t like their hair, don’t like how happy they are or how right they are – so just steal something from them, that will make me feel better” - that must be their stupid brain thought? (I have witnessed this on several occasions now by various women, often 50+). And when I mentioned this to another board member, she refused to believe that she stole it. I find this extraordinary, how these bully thieves have everyone fooled. You know ‘bad people’ are not the weirdos in society who are usually found sitting alone in the corner, it’s always the ‘popular’ and well liked, usually well-paid ones that are the real nasties. Now, I’m going to put up a little ugly story here, because with all my postings of the items that have gone missing stolen or situations that I’ve talked about on the Internet publicly, I keep going on about the bloody female dogs, I find them such a big part of my life, as they follow me about everywhere I go, and no one talks about it and a lot of people do not seem to understand what I’m talking, about, so, this little story is to show you exactly what I mean, because one day, I caught a dog on camera! -behaving in full-on dog fashion, right on camera. It was by chance that my car cam was on. I was parked outside the art gallery in Gunnedah I just been inside to try and sort out a problem about my artwork, the organizer Eileen, in there was being difficult. So just after I walked out, this girl Barbera came out chasing after me (she works next door to the art gallery which also is adjoined to the art gallery, in the cinema, she works there as a paid worker (everyone in the art gallery is a volunteer and doesn’t get paid) so she, you would think knows what’s going - although after this experience I’m not sure she really knows much about anything. So, I was in my car about to leave and she just started full on harassing me, it was really disgusting bullying behavior that no one would believe it if I told them what happened, (even though this kind of thing happens to me all the time, I mean ALL THE TIME. I am well used to it - since writing about it, magic! bimbos across Australia are waking up). But she was going on and on in this bitchy nonsensical dog like territorial fashion – but she was Eileen’s dog, do you see? So the diesel car finally was ready to go, and I started to reverse back, I looked at her face and she had this puzzlement expression on her face like she couldn’t understand what she was doing there and what she had been talking about - it was truly like she was in a zombie state just harping on and on, like fighting with me about nothing, as I actually had absolutely no relationship with this girl at all, I don’t know her except by name and the fact that she worked in the cinema - I do recall once, attending the cinema a few years prior, to watch “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but when we all got there, she said it was unavailable and we have to watch this other movie which was absolutely ridiculous, so I probably thought in the back of my mind she was a little incompetent, but, I don’t hold that kind of thing against people, because a lot of people, women, in Gunnedah who are pretty much incompetent. So anyway, I had forgotten that the camera was on and remembered it two weeks later, so and I went to get the TF card and take a little look at what had happened, and it was unbelievable, unbelievable, the dogs had stolen the TF card, the lengths that the dogs will go to protect themselves is break and enter, thieving, and bully behavior. I’m bloody sick of it and now I’m naming names, now, I take my camera everywhere, so if you want to do this bully behavior, be prepared to be humiliated on YouTube....for all eternity, because I won’t be letting anyone steal my TF card in the future. It will be instant upload. (I uploaded a phone conversation, where the girl was harassing me with multiple calls, and she sounded totally sly, a week later I listened to it on YouTube, and it had been edited, so she just sounded normal – that girl was anything but normal. (They change bits in good movies too, like the running girl scene in Hairspray). I’ve got something further to say about this kind of absent-minded chitchat that a lot of girls seem to enter into, amongst other things, I believe this loss of focus, is caused from a lack of nutrients, and not because maybe they are hungry or they skipped dinner, I’m talking about from the very beginning, in the womb. If the mother wasn’t getting enough to eat back then, or enough of the needed essential nutrients, then that causes slight brain development problems. I’ve come to this conclusion from observing a litter of seven cats from birth to death. What I noticed is that the firstborn cat was an outstanding hunter, fully aware, and very precise and clever in his tactics, he was also naturally confident and outgoing (and I’m pretty sure he had a sense of humor!) He was intelligent and not reflective. Then what I noticed was that each cat after that was a little bit like that but a little bit less so, and by the time you got down to the seventh cat, her personality was quite the opposite of the firstborn very shy, very timid, very scared (she was afraid of shadows), quite reflective, especially in her older years, and not outgoing at all, infact she never ventured outside for the first 4 yrs of her life, and obviously at first when she was born, she was very tiny. Now, I have to point out, the mother was a stray Tabby rescue cat, and as far as I was concerned, she was going off to the vets at six months old to be desexed, so at age of 5 months when she started getting a bit fat, I actually thought in my naïveté, that she was putting on weight and I actually cut back her food, which obviously turned out to be a huge mistake as she was pregnant, I soon discovered she was, I increased her food, and after the kittens were born, I fed all the cats very well, they had lean kangaroo meat twice a day, and expensive type of biccies that I’m hoping were all good (I know the cheaper types are terrible, you may as well be feeding them cardboard). Now, I thought well, you know, maybe that’s how it is for a cat, but a human who doesn’t carry seven but instead just one at a time, may be different (with the 1st born/2nd/3rd….,) but after thinking and observing about it some more over the years, I’ve decided it’s exactly the same, and any women that has more than 2 kids been just plain dumb, and asking for health problems (why do you think they number each sibling on your Medicare card, Doctors know about the difference.) 9. Strange and Unexplained Netflix Phenomenon As I have mentioned, any strange nuisance things that happen to me; when I write about it on my blog, often it suddenly stops! what a bonus of a blog - even if it’s something that’s been happening for years and years and years and I’ve never mentioned it to anyone. Like the little bimbo dogs who follow me around and harass me from the street GONE! Well, some of them, I seem to still have car hoons, trucks, neighbours, weird Chinese guy, weird couples, and well, actually a lot, but the harassment from bimbos has been greatly reduced when I go out. So, this photo story is along those lines, this is something that happens, it’s not as annoying as banging and tapping, or being harassed from the street, but I’m not sure they should be doing it. And I am adverse to any beeping in movies and shows! (Please get some creative street sounds) So, what happens, every time I purchase some fabric, of one of my designs, then a show or movie on Netflix appears that has a scene with a similar looking fancy wallpaper or fabric, and then after the scene has ended, there’s always a car that starts madly beeping - it’s happened quite a few times, and it’s too many times to be a coincidence. I have no idea why they would do this, aside from the fact that they just want to show off their own designs. Or maybe they are ‘copying’ my designs? Or maybe they are saying, there is already similar design to yours? Who knows? Some of them, indeed, are definitely quite beautiful, but not always. Some of my designs are quite stunning! (but not always!) It may be related to my photo story “when you see what you want - ask for it, you just never know” on p2 in Life Stories? At any rate, I feel those people, are perverts prying into my life in an unwanted manner. I’m going to continue to sell my fabrics on RB, even though the little dogs would like to sabotage me! My beautiful fabrics are available on my website at https://www.redbubble.com/people/emilybieman/shop The one above is my personal favourite this month, it’s called “Pandorea jasminoides Clusters” I have to come back in 2025 and add to this one. I wrote this in 2021, and since, I have had huge problems with Netflix, and some of the people who work in this industry, so much so that I do not watch it any more, and never will. I had a lot of items stolen and I believe it was related to the dogs who work at Netflix little perverts, and kids of actors. Spoilt little entitled brats who really, belong in jail. (I have written about their thieving antics on my blog already) And in retrospect, I think they also might've had something to do with helping Sharon Morgan, back at the beginning of 2020: so unspeakable I'm not even going to mention it again here. {They could see the accusations coming, and were trying to save themselves in advance. lol}. And like, if say, I travel up to the city to do some errands, I noted for the next week or so, I have bimbos doing reflections of the places I went to. Just weird. I really like watching movies, I have a heaps of favourite people on television and actors/ actresses. Some of them are just fantastic people, some who you know, have never had a care in the world, and as a result they're just awesome (!), especially when they are young (I find as people get older they tend to get more pissed off, especially divorcées.) There have been many AMAZING movies. AMAZING story telling. Genius people. But, there are some, who are just revolting. They're so obnoxious, they're so arrogant, they're so stupid, they are such thieves. There are some who are TOTAL sexually depraved PERVERT idiots. Now I don't personally know anyone who works in the television or movie industry, primarily based in America anyway. There are some Australian shows but due to the thieving and disrespectful female dogs, I try to avoid those ones. I have noticed a trend of actors using the media to add personal messages, either to someone they know, or to the general community. I sometimes see they very obviously interrupt my viewing to put in their own personal message. Half the time they do it, I feel like their manner in which they portray their message is so personal, like I they want to talk to me personally, they want to engaging me in conversation and connect with me. (This is a tactic they use for product placement – add people to do. ) I get really annoyed at this. REALLY. Who do you think you are? Why would they think I would want to connect with them personally - without knowing anything about them, you know like, what kind of person they are; are they kind and honest, that kind of thing??? I just want to through the phone at them. I am old and wise now, most people are not kind and honest, especially ones from big cities, and ones that do not know me. And it seems to be getting worse as the years progress, like some people on Netflix are just complete dick heads. D-i-c-k-h-e-a-d-s. BEEP OFF. I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO YOU. 10. The Secret - Rhode Island Red Evil Chook Story So, this Rhode Island red chook is evil !! One day this chook spotted an evil opportunity to inflict great pain on me! She managed to woo me over to an area in the Chook tunnel, where they were plum tree thorns - and I trod on one, it went through my shoe and into my foot ,causing pain and ongoing infection. The other time is a little harder to explain, so I won’t, but suffice to say a rod fell over, tripping me on cement, hurting my knee. Now, if you can get your head around this, I believe this chook was doing reflections from some girl or someone (not entirely sure who) but it wasn’t me. Btw, I asked the girl at Gordon Barry at Gunnedah for an Isa Brown Chook, and what does she give me? a Rhode Island Red! I suspect this chook was from a female evil chook owner from NEGS. I believe there is a girl from school, NEGS, who is a little obsessed with me, because she can see that I have a certain effect on some people, a positive effect, and I can inspire positive outcomes, say, people being pleasant and good natured to me. And this ‘incenses’ is her, it enrages her because she’s jealous – so no grievances with me, just jealousy, as she cannot do the same. And so, she arranges a whole heap of horrible things to happen to me, and this “wrong chook” is one of them. It could be Charlotte Powel, I’m not entirely sure. (I put a call out in my new local area at Gin Gin to see if someone could please come around and have her head cut off -but do you think any man in Gin Gin could stand up and do the task ? NO! What a bunch of wussies) it is not the actual killing part that I’m referring to when I mention wussies. By the way, I already had a sore foot, and actually, I personally believe, that my chook could see the weakness in my foot, which is why it saw this evil opportunity. This is very typical behaviour in a chookpenn; if there’s any weakness in their group, then they will often attack and kill the week one, in order to get its food. I feel birds in general have a sense of sussing out weakness. I know they knew when any of my five cats were going to die. I also think there are a lot of girls who have not quite fully evolved from chook in to human, as they also do this – pick on the weak or weakness. (After my arms developed ‘old age’ problem, some girl suggested whenever I go outside now, to cover my arms, just in case!) oh, and while chooks have a basic understanding of “no more you, me for me”, a typical Australian bimbo mother has no understanding of this concept and just keeps ‘popping’ them out - without thinking. On a typical wage, no woman or couple can afford to have more than 2 kids, it’s a plain and simple fact. Infact I would go further and state no woman or couple can have kids at all as housing and protein is too expensive. As a side bar, when I was living on the Culls farm, I built a huge chook yard, it was the size of a tennis court! I didn’t have a nesting box, but there was kind of tin box that had been fashioned into some refuge for them, so for their laying nest, I decided to cover the roof with collections of human hair, that I collected from the hairdresser!! I got about six huge garbage bags full, of human hair!! I had collected from Addicted To Hair in Gunnedah! So actually, thank you, to them for collecting all the hair for me! So, all that hair squashed down was perfect for the chooks, they loved it, plus I had fashioned a kind of a little roof canopy over, so they didn’t get wet. And when I collected my eggs every day, I didn’t have to bend down, there they were, directly in front of me on this lovely soft cushion of hair!! I also thought later what to do with all that hair, and it would make excellent cob, in mud, instead of straw - for a lovely fine smooth texted wall!! I want to say here, having chooks was brilliant, I couldn’t understand why more people with backyards didn’t have their own chooks. Not only was it much cheaper, but they were much healthier, with a healthy yellow yoke, instead of the supermarket pale yoke ones. (And in my opinion tasted better) - that of course was back before free range eggs came into the supermarkets. I had five cats, so I would also give my cats egg yolks every now and again, they loved an egg yolk. And every year I had to come up with car rego money, so I would go through this 3-month period of alternating between ‘normal food‘ one day and then eggs the other, so eggs with rice, eggs on toast, maybe eggs with vegetables, depending on if anything was in season! This tactic saved me a lot of money, and I could afford to purchase my rego - totally worthwhile having chooks. (btw, eggs are very healthy, they have all the nutrients in them that one needs to get through the day – they are perfectly balanced) I have to add back then the chooks I purchased were $8-11, and laid for 3-4yrs, whereas the very last pair of chooks I purchased, the Isa Browns, only laid for 2yrs, and they were $18 each, plus $25 a bag of feed every 2mnths, plus they need ‘greens’ in the middle of a drought - it was starting to be more and more pricey to keep chooks. (Free range eggs in supermarket $4.50 a dozen, so actually cheaper after my cats died to not have chooks) 11. Ebay Nazis now, after 5yrs of selling - ebay rated POWER SELLER - 1300 positive feedbacks - BUT THEY STILL ban ME OMG, yet another online account I have been kicked out of in 2020 by persacutery nazi dogs Chat conversation: 8:42am Suraj has joined the conversation Suraj Hello Emily, I can certainly understand that you are concerned about the account restriction/suspension. I hope you are receiving my messages. Emily It says my account has been suspended, not deleted, I see you deleted my other account, but I have had this farmplantsandseeds2015 account since 2015, I have sold thousands if Australian seeds, and I have 1300 positive feedbacks, I strongly feel and know you have made a mistake. Suraj As previously mentioned, this suspension/restriction is permanent. You will not be able to participate in any buying and/or selling activities on eBay. In addition, any other accounts you own, or that are associated with this account, will also be suspended/restricted. While we know this is not the response you wished to receive, there is no further opportunity for appeal on this decision. My designs on Redbubble 12. Typical Day for Me here at Gin Gin Typical Day for Me here at Gin Gin Lately, whenever I start a new work project (today it was my timber planter for Etsy- just putting the finishing touches on it!) I have my own personal plane that flies over - North to South or South to North. This has been an ongoing thing for years, since I lived at Rangari. The pilot is a mongrel. And, it is akin to my neighbours who used to make noises whenever I went outside (read my photo story “Finally, some normalcy when I walk outside into the garden.”) You know I grew up on a farm, where there were no planes, no trucks, no cars, and no people, in fact it was awesome. And then I also lived at Rangari farm for 10 years, again with no trucks or cars - although unfortunately in this period I did have planes. While I want this story to be strictly about my planters, and any activity I commence, coinciding with planes and or either verbal or other sound harassment from outside; a problem most people would NOT understand, nor have to deal with. There is one other thing that is going on here in my typical day, and that is the washing issue. Since we are in year nine a nine year drought, there is literally no water here at Gin Gin, kookaburra Park. The lake has dried up, and there's no connected town water, so unless you have at least 4 very large tanks connected to your property, you will have run out of water - so everybody here has run out of water. I don't know if this is too icky to mention, but in regards to my bedsheet and duvet, I have had to simply leave them, I can't wash them. The last wash was 3 months ago! And I have to say, they've kind of passed the stage of feeling icky and now it like feels normal! But I am really hoping it rains soooon. (And no, I cannot go to a laundromat; have you not been paying attention at all on my blog? do you not understand what happens when I go anywhere yet? - Actually, I'm not even sure there is one in Gin Gin). After moving further North, the planes have somewhat ceased. HOORAY. Occasionally I still hear one, but living this close to neighbours, I think that plane feels he/she can no longer get away with flying over me constantly. MONGREL. Although as per typically now, last night at 330am thereabouts, a car just drives in and sits outside my unit for 10minutes or so, until I am fully awake, (with the help of Neville, my 72yr old bikey neighbour who wakes me up with coughing sounds from his phone app). Then when I look out the window at them, they leave. MONGRELS. WAKE UP POLICE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT MONGRELS. I don't think the police can even see the mongrels little alone to do something about them! Society is completely backwards as far as I'm concerned. It's like I'm living in the ice age still when it comes to conscious awareness of the ugly human nature. Update 2025, at a new location, which is not in a very built-up area, but still is in suburbia, I have planes again, they have started harassing me quite regularly. Every evening, every morning, mostly, and always on Saturday morning too. Here, it does not seem to be work/activity related?? Don't ask me why they harass me, they are completely nuts; You know, Centrelink demand that I show them my end of financial year tax statements and balance sheets showing all incomes. If I didn't provide it then they would cut my money and do worse. BTW, my planters, see above, did not sell well at all! So, I just stick to seeds and plants 13. Re-creations Mmm! I do enjoy watching a good drama! Including this one, (6 Feet Under) even though there’s dogs on this show now (repeats on Binge), too bad. Least all episodes are included this time around – interesting amazing story line. But, so, what the dogs do, is they find something out of my past, and they kind of recreate it, or more, remind me of it, and do signs - it’s not really obvious to most people watching, but I know there are a lot of others who can see plain as day. It seems to be a type of humiliation game for the dogs in the entertainment industry. I also mentioned it on “Look alikes or doubles from TV Movie Agents in Australia” on p4. (Btw, if you say this is what certain people within the Tv/Movie do to Mental Health sector, and many other sectors, they will call you crazy – they are completely STUPID, and blind as bats). But many Tv/Movie people give themselves away quite happily. Some of the ‘re-creations’ are absolutely disgusting. When they recreate the past, they often manipulate it, so they don’t really stick to the truth, or they are bias. Dogs who play sides. Its total manipulation. Oooh nooo, nothing annoying about that in the middle of a story line. They gets things WRONG all the time. And often feels like a witch hunt with false accusations like back in the day, The Witches Of Salem. Beat it! and get a life you stupid dogs. The show Virgin River does it too – more reflections. L Reflections - this is what someone who is really stupid does. Maybe you should think about that, think about how you can take control of your own thoughts, rather than do somebody else’s reflections. I’m bloody offended and enraged by stupid little bimbos doing reflections. Skank off, you stupid little dogs. BEEP BEEP SOUND EDITORS BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP (they are on Youtube too, ABC news) 14. Art Ban on Australian website Redbubble I sell my designs on RedBubble, not that I’ve sold much, but I want to take this opportunity to express my disgust for the coward people who run this website, (according to wiki: Barry Newstead, Peter Styles and Paul Vanzella) Even though this is website hasn’t ‘banned’ me – they threaten to; The only reason they have not, is because I have my textile designs on here only. I do not have my photos of real life, and my real-life stories, which some most definitely falls under the category of art – art imitating life. And this is an ART website! I did post one picture, one that I felt was way too important not to, regarding psychological abuse that goes on in primary schools by teachers, {“Bully teachers in Australian public primary schools”, P1}, and they instructed me to remove it otherwise they will delete my account. So, you know, as far as internet goes, if I can’t even put my art on an artistic website, absolute shame on them, shame on this country shame, shame on Australia for not equipping people to be able to deal with the truth (so shame on Morning Television shows too). COWARDS Australia: Hickleberry Bully country. Also, according to wiki, someone put up on RB, a comical strip about Nazis, obviously having a go at them, making fun of their monstrous ways, and the bloody Jewish people complained about it, even though, if they have properly understood the comic strip it is plain obvious that they’re making fun of Nazis, trying to portray how WRONG THEY ARE, and taking the Jewish side, so to speak. Yet it was the Jewish people that put in a complaint: silly Jews; you know, they just must have seen the word NAZIS, and totally flipped out, unable to comprehend anything else, just like how a person hears someone’s tone, rather than hear what they are actually saying (stoopid people do this). You know one ought to make people conscious of the nazi personality. You cannot change something if you are not aware of it. This is how positive (non-scary) change comes about – social consciousness. Also, I was later contacted by RedBubble, who said if my controversial photo story involved ‘psychological abuse’ that goes on in primary schools by teachers WHO WERE WHITE PICKING ON BLACK STUDENTS, then they would have allowed it. UNBELIEVABLE 15. My Experience with the Gunnedah Creative Art Gallery in Chandos St – committee; Eileen Mair, Shirley Urquhart, Louise Baker, Barb, Fonda Blackwell. Stole my good pen, first change over day. Stole my eski cooler and drink bottle on my first meeting. Stole my artwork labels. Vandalized my mannequin on display, removed it from display. Did not pay me for cards sold, then paid reduced amount, and not say anything about incorrect invoice. Omitted to email me dates / changeovers / rosters. Accused me of nuisance harassment when I asked for dates and who decides the changeover dates. (Louise – you fucking idiot. I literally had no contact with any of those people for about 2mnths, (I failed to turn up at the monthly meeting once) so, no contact at all, except when I asked one of the girls for the dates of the art gallery change over times! Nuisance! WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID DOG, “Oh some girl I hardly know asked me a question! -she’s harassing me, she’s harassing me.” I just want to point out the difference between someone who has mental health problems and someone who is just plain stupid. THIS ONE IS plain stupid. Told me my artwork will not be hung (it actually was, but I was told it was really hard?) what the? Just being difficult and antagonistic – stupid women. Refused to answer any questions about weight maximums for hanging. (Eileen, cunt) Are you all zombies? What is wrong with you? Get a grip, it isn’t WW3. The art gallery is a place of creativity - NOT War! All those bitchy women involved ought to be truly ashamed of themselves – Council has since put a man in there, as a fulltime position, maybe they will be more balanced now. Little birdy told me that the Barraba Art Gallery ladies were much worse!! Also, I noticed when I was at one of the meetings, that most attending where women, except two men, and the women responded to the men, in this most strange manner - it was like they were literally, and what I term “man worshippers”, doting on these men in unrealistic ways. I was kind of amused by it, and glad I was not blinded by men! Later on, I needed to get some art work in there for an exhibition, but I didn’t want to drive all the way in, and David my landlord happened to be out at my place, so I told David about all the women at the art gallery how they were “man worshippers”, and so then he didn’t mind when I asked him if he might take my artwork in - on the back of his motorbike! He wanted to be around “man worshippers”, so he was glad to do it!! J I did not usually ask anything of David or Brenda, but I could not resist the opportunity as it presented. I do wonder what happened when he got there! Was he “man worshipped!” I notice now, in 2022, there is notable “Abo Worshipping” going on, on the ABC, and SBS, and, yes, in unrealistic ways. If you empower a little bitch, she will just turn in to a big bitch. True of all little bitches. I found that certain people on the ABC are just that - Empowered to be stupid. And another thing I wanted to mention about this art gallery, was that, there were girls who would just come and stand in front of me, and say things that didn’t really make any sense, like they weren’t actually talking to me, as in, having a conversation with me, but they wanted me to hear them, (isn’t that bloody typical of a tv personality?) and I think what they were trying to tell me was that there was no money at the gallery (because indeed they weren’t paying me to volunteer there on the weekends) but infact they were trying to steal money, or use me to raise money for breast cancer? Zombie talk? BUT it wasn’t for actually, a cure for breast cancer, or research, it was for women who supposedly had breast cancer, to stay in fancy hotels, and have massage. And the so called ‘sickly’ women, turns out, they didn’t have breast cancer at all, but were faking it for a massage break! And actually, it was on the news, a story about a woman who faked breast cancer, she admitted so. At the time I thought it was because she just wanted to get off work, and you’re not really allowed to just take time off work, you have to have a reason, it’s a societal norm, so that’s why she lied. But now I realize it was more about the massage. So, all manner of bad things happens at art galleries, in my experience. 16. Photo Showing 2 Planes in Sky Above my House The photo part is not hear, but often there was 2 planes messing about above my farmhouse at Rangari, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australila - they used to fly around and around, generally being a total nuisance for hrs and hrs, on a weekly, if not daily basis, over years and years. The local Prime news, at the time, one evening, said that the planes flying overhead in my area were from the Northwest flight school, owned by the army, however one day, when I was particularly fed up with all these planes flying over my house on the farm (in circles) - you know, that constant mmm noise, it’s pretty annoying. So I phoned them up to speak with them personally, to ask them why they were only flying over and around my farm? The person I spoke to was an old man and he seemed very grateful that I had called him, like I was doing him a favour? He did not seem to have any explanation about the planes? Who knows if I was speaking to the right person, sometimes I feel Telstra put me through to just anyone, and not the right person at all. Just after I wrote this I sat down and watched the news, and in the finance bit, the guy said, Prime tv, had just been taken over by Seven, at a price of $131 million. You know I really wonder if they just make it up as they go along, does anyone actually know what’s going on? Little birdie told me they were doing fuel signs, as in “YOU ARE GIVING THE DOGS FUEL TO HAVE A GO AT YOU” If that’s the case – piss off dogs. Ohhhh, did I park outside your shop and not purchase anything? Or, oh yeah, did I not say hello to the stranger who walked past me down the street? and oh yeah, tthis one, did I not smile enough at the checkout chick?????? Fucking bimbos. This photo story has been deleted multiple times, I have had to re upload it at least 3 times now. 17. Stain Sabotage, Happens All The Time on my Good clothes, not to mention Quality items This happens all the time. I have a little dogs who are jealous of my clothes, and try to sabotage them, they also do it on my fabrics, and any other item of good quality that I purchased -sometimes they even swap item over for a poor quality and don’t think that I will notice, like the quality Coco from America, the premium petrol for my mower, the JellyBabies from Darrell Lea, and Pantene detangle conditioner. It’s a “gold star dog problem” that is taught by primary school teachers to little girls; they brainwash them into believing that if a person is not a certain standard then they’re not deserving of anything good like the gold star in 5th class. So those little girls apply the same principle in adult life but substituting the gold stars for quality items. They just love playing teacher - they are completely stupid. My huge 10yr old garden was snatched away from me for this reason. Partly from jealousy too, but mostly it was because I was happy. It seems happiness is what really ‘ticks’ other girls off. 18. Tyre Sabotage, 3 times in my life now; Two young Chinese men, (actually who knows how young they were?, but Asian) who worked at the same company I worked at, called Discovery, put a nail under my tyre, so I would get a flat- lucky someone saw it on my way home, as it was going flat, and pointed it out to me from their car window, (an old man), so I could stop on my way home and get it swapped over, actually it just needed to be repaired - my first flat ever. So, I hope those two Chinese idiots get their comeuppance. Honestly, really and truly, what were you thinking putting a nail under my tyre; what did I do to you? I don’t even know you; some people have no common sense. Just want to fight – just like a little boy who has not grown up. The work place is full of such backwards juvenile-istic monkees from the playground – especially on a factory floor. And the other time was when I lived on Peter Long and Sarah Ferguson’s farm, (lawyers this time) so you can read that story “2 pliers gone missing from Long Cottage, wire cutters similar to these” on page 3 under the “Items stolen at Rangari, Gunnedah” link – again, little boys who like to fight, throwing tantrums, and picking on a woman who won’t punch back. Such cowards. I believe Peter was being ‘egged’ along by my jobs provider, Graham someone arather from JobLink Plus, or possibly the other way around. Suffice to say, pliers were angled under my tyre, so it would puncture it as I reversed out. And the other time is when I took my car to Browns Tyres, and the gung-ho guy, pumped my tyres maximum amount of air, so that after driving around all week, one split and burst - lucky I was able to fix the other 3 before they burst too. So, I guess that last one wasn’t quite as malicious as the two previous ones, but this is an example of typical careless thoughtlessness that goes on in Gunnedah amongst men in their 30s and 40s. And, is this a general man’s attitude; “there’s a single woman, attack attack” – seems like this is the case to me, I list 3 incidences here, but I know it is far more wide spread problem, with many people, 10’s of 1000’s, suffering from these ‘fighting delusions’. How stupid are they? Why the hell would any woman marry a deluded prick? They can’t be that good in bed. Farters. By the way, I think back and look at the companies, various jobs, that I’ve worked. Some of them, I think, you know what, what was the point of working there aside from being able to purchase a meal at the end of the day and rent at the end of the week? - they just didn’t seem to offer anything aside from fight and drudgery. I guess that Discovery business would fit that bill. Only, I just thought of something; when I was there, one day, one of the girls said we have to drive down to this particular bakery on Marrickville rd, and get some of their rolls for lunch. Okay, sure I said, even though it was obvious she just wanted to use me for my new car and petrol; as I usually never purchased lunch, I always made sandwiches in the morning. But I was happy to go along with it for once, especially driving in my new car at that particular point. (Btw, she was a Volkswagen Beetle driver, she said her whole family had one!) So off we went at 11:45am one day, she insisted we leave early because otherwise there’s a queue. This bakery sold not only normal bread, but they had a Vietnamese lunch, which is called Banh mi. And for $2 they made up one of their French Baguettes with a choice of 4 options, I chose the meatballs with coriander grated carrot and onion, which they make up right infront of you - but, it was truly the nicest lunch I’ve ever eaten - total bargain too. Well worth experiencing, even if I had to go through the whole experience of working at that bad company there all that time. That sandwich experience made it worth it – just! And by the way that Vietnamese Bakery is still in operation today, and it still has queues that go down the whole block!! - Hong Ha Bakery 1151 Botany Rd, Mascot NSW 2020 You know, growing up we, in Australia, did not even know what coriander was, let alone be able to purchase it! Thank God we finally discovered it. 😁 This is called “Tyre Sabotage, 3 times in my life now”, but, my “foot” was also attacked; my boots were sabotaged with a hole, so I would get to plantar fasciitis - collapsed arch. It was done deliberately in the same manner that my tyres were attacked, like those first two times. Done by a stupid nonthinking evil twit, who has imagined (for their own FIGHTING ENJOYMENT) some sort of issue, with ME, a complete stranger, I mean talk about delusional. They have gone into their heads in so much detail that they have plotted this evil attack on me. I really can’t believe how mentally messed up the person (at least 3 different ones who have done these attacks on me, are. I would just like to point out, it is the police that put the opposite of those ‘mentally delusion’ people, the ones who are coming up with all these fighting delusions, so the opposite person, in a mental health unit “to see if I was ‘crazy’. So, the actual people who are really messed up in the head, get to go free. SCOTT FREE. Stupid Sharon Morgan. {later the police told me like some suffer from “fighting” delusions, others suffer from false “come ons” – like the ones who follow me in their cars – they think I encouraged them with signs. Totally delusional – totally wishfully thinking! – I have NEVER done such signs, just incase some delusionalists is out there wondering “oh, except that time when I saw her and followed her”!} When I went to check again today (2nd June 2023), what the name of that jobs provider was, all my Jobs provider emails had been deleted from my outlook, so not just the emails from JobLink Plus, but from all agencies over the past 10 years or so! plus when I went to update this story in 2025, the whole story was missing off my PC! Lucky I have several backup options. I did further check the server at Google, re the emails, and there they were still there (sometimes emails are deleted off the server too, but not these ones). So the guy’s name was Graham Kent, working alongside Courtney Lang, who I thought looked like same girl from SYTYCD, Courtney the rose twirler. She had arranged the boots from Blue Denim in Gunnedah. I am 100% certain that someone sabotaged those boots DELIBERATLEY. Given my suspicions about Graham and Peter, I can only assume it was him. I know he will be burning in hell. What is wrong them? Such a weird thing to do – to someone who has not actually done anything to them to warrant any type of revenge or attack; like did I kill your wife? Did I steal from you, did I interrupt your life in some sort of major negative way? Did you think we were in some sort of special “fighting” relationship? NO AND NO! I DID NOT, we don’t even know each other, we have hardly ever spoken, stupid, you stupid looser. I am not sure if this situation is related to the school principal Graham Cone, from Limbri? It may be – guilty consciousness and all. The truth will come out – there is nothing you can do about it, attacking my feet, and car tyres, is not going to save you. You are doomed. Someone pointed out the hole in my boot was probably from the giant planta wart I got from the homeopathic remedy (wrong diagnosis). Upon further reflection, I agree! But I am not removing the paragraph before, as something suss still went on. And I heard someone tell me that they were going to handicap me – and because of that hole, I have not been able to walk properly or do exercise for the past 7 years. Sounds like a handicap to me. 😡 A definite trace back to that female student homeopath and her supervisa Dr Ken. Although angrily, I have to add, (trying to see the silver lining), at that particular time, the Internet was really still taking off, and I was to have an appointment with them via Skype, video and audio. Now, back then and putting your face on computer screen was a little scary, and it still is for a lot of Australians, so it's not something I would've chosen cause I'm a little face self-conscious. But I had no choice, infact when I had my appointment I tried to get out of it and just use the audio, but they said no they were putting their faces on so I had to put my face on too! So I did, and really it was just like a little hurdle, because after that moment it wasn't really a big deal of speaking on video calls. I have even done some youtube videos!! Also, another possibly “lining”; if I had not put my foot out, and had been just walking and working, carrying on as per normal, as I have degenerative disc disease, I could probably well have been in a wheelchair by now. Especially after all the relocating. So I have to admit this, even though I'm still completely pissed off with not being able to walk properly or do exercise, and have a sore foot constantly. Oh wait, there’s more tyre sabotage, read my “4 Wheels AND 4 Tyres, stolen, off my Daewoo car near Gunnedah” on Page “Items stolen at Rangari”. So, 6 attacks on my tyres and foot. What the hell? Truly obsessed with me, my car, my tyres and my feet - Stop putting YOUR retarded social dysfunctions on me. Car related idiots? You know, I love my PC and the internet. I have microsoft Outlook set up, with at least 10 email addresses that I check constantly. I also use Outlook to set daily reminders, like “Rent due today” or “Remember to switch cameras on when you go out so dogs don’t steal from you”. So, my latest reminder is this “car council dogs literally trying to destroy me – so plant trees, so they can destroy my trees, and not my feet”. Re my story “Non thinking Sarina Council killing Native Trees for no reason other than SPITE”. It would be the same type of person who killed my tree, that is the same type of person who sabotaged my tyres, and my work boots – same person, same child. Oh, I just remembered something else about my work boots; when I first got a pair of work boots with steel cap toe, I absolutely loved them. I really liked them because the steel toe created an effect of a BIG BUBBLE OF IN-PENETRATION. I thought my feet felt completely safe. I remember looking at my shoes, wearing them, maybe every time I put them on infact, and thinking regularly “too bad if you wanted to stub my toe – YOU JUST CAN’T ha ha!” I’m thinking some stupid juvenile dog bimbo, has heard my thinking, and typically rebelly thought ‘want to make a bet’. And has tried to sabotage my feet on numerous occasions (read my “Could the Bimbo Obsessed with Placing Catheads under my Foot, please Bugger Off”, plus several others on my Blog too). You know, after I was forced to move from my farm at Rangari; when I turned up at Peter Longs cottage, on their farm, (Peter Long the lawyer). I literally had (and still have) a whole list of people/ institutions that ought to be SUED. (“Right to privacy Act” – ah there goes channel 10, see ya Apple, au revoir kmart, adios microsoft, arrivederci Telstra – you lose). But instead of doing what he was meant to do in this life, he was so obsessed with trying to be a ‘tough bastard’, to control and to manipulate, and coming up with evil plans; girl attack plans, like stealing my sleepers, putting pliers under my wheels so I’d get a flat, stealing my plumbing gear too, and putting pebbles in my dishwasher. He was blind to the situation. I can see now why he was relegated to Gunnedah, and no longer works in the city. Someone suggested to me I was sent his way, so I could show him he has some mental health problems.. 19. Bitch Wind I was reminded of this story when I was watching a documentary about some famous yachtsmen, and he stated, he knows about “Bitch wind”! Photo above taken 1 week before I was given notice to Leave. Those landlords totally screwed me. One fine calm spring day, I was outside in the shade house, preparing some Eucalyptus trays. I had the soil in the tubes, and then I had just sprinkled the very fine seed over the soil, I thought I should take the trays just across to the veggie patch, where the fine spray irrigation was on the potatoes, so the tubes could get a good watering under there at the same time. As I was walking across, on this most still day, suddenly out of nowhere, a gust of wind, blew all my fine seeds off, as soon as it had blown them, gone! It came out of nowhere and then it left - it was literally like the wind sneezed all over my seed tray, and I had to re-sprinkle them. Some sense of humour the wind has. I have a new nickname for the wind now, bitch wind. There’s absolutely no other possible explanation for it, the wind saw an opportunity, and could not resist it. Just like the dogs. 20. Beauty advice for Ladies Advice for young girls; stay away from beauty therapists, they do hopeless jobs; missing great big sections when they wax, burn your eyelashes off, they make eyebrows lopsided with no apologies, and they cause pain when underarm waxing, under the pretence of a treatment. They are thieves; they just want to screw other women out of as much money as possible, especially women who they think are rich, they also do not keep appointments by locking the shop at my appointment time. And the new online bookings, the IT nerds change the time, so I book for 1:30, and I turn up at 1:15, they saying it was booked for 1 and I am late, then charge my cc a late fee of $20, when infact I was not late, I was 15 minutes early (they take cc at booking time) they are thieves. The type of person attracted to being a beauty therapist is a bimbo. Burn in hell bimbo dogs. I have to mention, I’ve had two really good waxers in my 30yr waxing life - thank you thank you thank you Also, I have to add, I am always polite, friendly and respectful. Their stupid bad behaviour is their own volition. Little birdy told me – behaviour specific to me, discrimination. They discriminate against you, if you are not attractive – stupid little female bimbos. And, while I am at it, if you think you need a colonic, then there’s something mentally wrong with you. You need to eat a good diet, high in fibre. Eat your greens! And don’t be so gullible. Oh, I just remembered, another good waxer in Tamworth, actually, she was BRILLIANT! What reminded me of her, was since I saw her, about 10 years ago, I’ve barely needed to go to get my legs waxed (been waxing for 30 years). So eventually, I need to get them done again, and I went to a place in Bundaberg, and the girl who did, well, I’m pretty sure she didn’t wax them at all she just cut the hairs off at the skin, so it was just in effect like shaving, (not to mention the big square burn patch she left behind on my inner thigh). So, the next day I had stubble, what you get when you shave! And then just a few weeks later, I have to go get them waxed again! So basically after 10 years of not having to wax because they’re so slow growing, now I have to wax regularly again! Hopeless little girls. So, I don’t think those waxers really have any idea what they’re doing, bar this girl in Tamworth - she knew exactly what she was doing. I went to find out her name. but the business where she was, is now called Nails for You, so I don’t know what happened to her, and I have no idea what her name was or what her business was called, unfortunately, (this was before I recorded everything). I seem to have forgotten to mention what prompted me to write this in the first place and that’s because now I don’t have any eyelashes! and I believe it was 100% caused by a beauty therapist who tinted my eyelashes (in my 30’s) and she left the bleach on my eyelashes for so long that it has damaged them, and so now I don’t have any eyelashes at all, and I only did it once and that was the result. So definitely do not get your eyelashes tinted, and generally if you can avoid beauty therapist, I recommend you do. Oh, and occasionally I have been to a masseuse, - quite dissimilar from a typical beauty girl, but still, I have found since women are such nosy Medalling Marys, you literally have to tell a masseuse that you prefer not to speak, that you are just there to relax. 21. My Fiery Horse Story One day whilst eating my lunch (slow cooked brisket on fresh homemade bread sandwich J) I was watching a documentary called CrossFit, and well, what a whole new world they have got going on within that subsector! Fascinatingly fit! Then I was reminded of my “HayBale” story from school, and as I was trying to find it, as I think it was missing, I realised not only was it missing, but my “My fiery Horse” story was missing. I managed to find the My fiery Horse story, and will upload it as a photo story; I was reminded of this story after someone said, if you just read one or two of my photo stories, you might think “oh what a whinger”. It’s not really until you read the whole lot, where you can see that I am not a whinger at all, I’m just doing something about evil in this world. I am NOT turning a blind eye like most people do. Some things are just hard to hear. In fact, someone once told me, I have a Joan of Arc complex, and someone else said that you can’t change the world, and another person said people are going to be the same now as they were 500 years ago. And I would just like to say to that; no no and no! You can change the world; I’ve seen it evolve in my brief lifetime already. People are not the same today as they were even only 50 years ago, let alone 500 years, attitudes are quite different. And while, I did see a ghost once, there was no instructions to rid Australia of the English monarch! Although really, still? (I have written about this before, where I described humans are on a clear path of evolvement, I just searched everywhere for that one, and it’s gone; I can’t believe how many stories go missing from my computer, my life stories. Do I need to spell it out; you can’t steal my life stories thanks very much; do you want to be in debt to me? I think not.) My fiery horse story; I was riding a horse one day at school, it wasn’t my usual pony ‘Bunyip’. (Another story that has gone missing; Bunyips long black mane…) Anyway, this horse was unfamiliar to me, and a tall horse, not a pony. We had been on an ‘outing’, outside the school, and were returning, there was about 6 girls and 3 horse-riding instructors (actually, I think they were just 3 friends from yr 12, I can’t remember now) It was windy, and halfway on the stretch back, my horse really started playing up, there was something majorly wrong with him, and that was just to begin with, but then the other girls made these completely bitchy comments to me and took off home. I got totally pissed off by their bitchyness, and I’m certain then, that my horse could tell that there was something wrong with me, (I know he could) he could sense my anger. 12yrs old brats, could be absolutely brutal (can’t remember who they were). So, I was trying my damnedest to control this horse, (but I was still in my small ‘oompaloompa’ phase! He was about 2 steps short of pig rooting me off completely and bolting up the paddock. So, one of the instructors, I remember now, Miss Burton, she sidled up to me and tried to grab him, she then saw the problem. Meanwhile, the other 2 ‘instructors’ started to winge and have a go at me, about why I was still there, and hadn’t gone off with all the other girls, and, that I had no control over my horse, and I was hopeless. (Well, that last part may have been my interpretation, the implication, besides, they could NOT see the horse situation) I think they just wanted to have a smoke. But Miss Burton could see the situation, this horse was in an absolute ferocious state of mind, it took both of us, all our might, arm muscles and mental abilities, to stop him from going categorically berserk. Now I don’t know if this horse was acting out due to all the rage that 12yrs old girls encounter, or, if he was just fed up about the whole carting around 12yrs old girls thing. We made it home exhausted but safely in the end, thank goodness. So, I was reminded of this story, as my life is not like what other girls experience when they journey through life. I am not saying that everyone else’s life is easy, as I know it is not, and other people have other challenges, ones that I do not have. But powers that be, sometimes cannot see the ferocious dysfunction that I have to deal with. Just like that horse and the other 2 instructors who could not see him. There are people I encounter, filled with monumental amounts of rage and ignorance, and I have to face them and their dysfunction in the form of their stalking, thefts, verbal harassment, discrimination and manipulations. These are not trivial problems; these are big raging social problems. I know, a lot of those people who torment me by the “oh what a whinger” attitude, should be dam grateful that they don’t have to deal with the thefts and the rest of it, because I can assure you, those people could NOT handle it. And I am especially talking about all the women who has tried to remove any of my writings from public. 22. Horse Hay Bale story – and ‘Stop and Deal’. Don’t be a slow reactor I talk about how hard I worked in the garden, doing everything myself. I gave it no thought, if something had to be done, I just did it. It’s only looking back, now as my arms ache, where I can see, there are things I should not have done, because I just wasn’t muscley enough, and my body wasn’t able to handle all of that strain; like all the chain-sawing I did, I shouldn’t of done all that, as my chainsaw was huge, with a 22 inch bar, it was just too heavy for a petite woman, for repeated use, maybe if I just cut down 1 tree here and there, it would be fine, but if you recall, I had a whole pine forest that I thinned down (The Scent of a Pine photo story), with careful selection to aid a few big pines -unfortunately I should not have done that because of my weakling arms, or at least space it out, so maybe instead of going in for a morning, and cutting 10 trees, just do 1 every day. Then there was that post I put in; I went and cut down a huge big 20m high ironbark gum from up the paddock, cut it up, so I ended up with a really long post, dragged it back down to the house with a chain attached to the Ute and, then, after the pool excavator dug a 2m deep hole for me, I somehow manage to lift this huge heavy ironbark post which would’ve been at least 6m long, up and into that hole, which I then cemented. You know I really wish I had a video of myself doing that, I would put it up on YouTube! It was quite an extraordinary feat! But there was one other thing I most definatly shouldn’t have done, I felt afterwards at the time, I really pushed myself too hard, and that was filling the wheelbarrow full of spare excavated dirt, full, and moving it 100m down the hill around and up to an area where it was needed; As I was getting closer to the spot, I suddenly felt my heart thump thump thump, and I realised I had pushed myself too hard, and had messed up my perfect heart, a little bit - just a little. If you recall one of my photo stories (St Leonards Nature Care College FOULPLAY Drop Face AND HIVES From Homeopath), I mention I later took homeopathic medicine for a little wart, and my heart again, went thump thump thump thump (really loudly – so loud, first I thought something was on the roof) so it may have been related to that incident, and the medication was ‘fixing’ the problem that I had done? Or the homeopath tried to give me a stroke? I know they wanted to give me Hives as a joke, as in they thought it would be funny. But I’m not sure about my heart, I don’t know fully how my body works, it’s a bit of a mystery sometimes. -I know they don't know either, amateurs. Someone told me that the reason why I don’t give a second thought to strenuous activity, was because at school when I was tiny, still in my ‘oompa loompa’ phase in Year 7, those of us who did horse-riding, had to do horse duties. Which, amongst other things, consisted of feeding the horses in winter, with Hay, I had to go into the huge shed, and get a bale down from this mountain sky-high pile of hay, then take it all the way down to the horse paddock and 'hand deliver' to the horse . When you’re a tiny Year 7 little girl, this is quite difficult. And so, because I did that at a young age, I learnt how to do something fairly impossible, with my strength, and then that’s an ability I learnt, and still have. NOTHING IS TOO HEAVY FOR ME! I do believe having done this as a child, is the reason why I have taken on so many tasks as an adult that I should not have, like all the chain sawing and whipper snippering I’ve done - heavy duty things that a petite frame with no muscles, should not do, and not only because men are far more suited to the task, but it is from these activities which have caused so much pain in my older years. At age 45, I really lost the ability to use my arms without pain for anything, the simple task of holding a book whilst reading it, is out of the question, even scrolling through Pinterest has problems, even holding my cup of coffee in the morning is out of the question. It’s because I ‘over did it’ by putting too much strain with not enough muscles on my arms. So, if you have petite skinny scrawny arms, do not try and do excessive amounts of chain sawing. You know, some forewarning would have been appreciated (I think) I can just hear the powers that be saying “you gotta figure it out as you go” but there’s been so many generations, generation after generation after generation - this kind of stuff should’ve been figured out many generations ago, and then talked about, in preparation for future generations! I mean, what the hell is the point of school, did they teach us anything to prepare us for the future? I mean we can read and write, big deal. But there is more to life that we need to know about. Or maybe these kind of topics should be discussed within the family; it was always considered ‘poor form’ to talk about health problems in my family. My grandmother told me this is so, because if you point out your flaw, then that person will remember you only for the flaw, which I’ve kind of noticed is true, but if you inundate them with a lot of different things, that rectifies that!! Also, some people will use any weakness you have to their advantage, so if they know you’ve got a sore hand, they’ll come and give you a big handshake and squeeze your hand extra tight - that kind of thing. But in my experience that goes on whether you tell or not. Some people will seek out the flaw like a sniffer dog finding the truffle. Maybe this kind of thing doesn’t happen to a lot of people? maybe people can do excessive amounts of work and reach the ripe old age of 70 and still not have any aches or pains? I know my next-door neighbours at Gin Gin are in their late 70s, neither of them have arthritis, they are both still very active, they have a huge garden. So, maybe it’s just a genetic thing. I think this is a family topic, we should be encouraged to talk about family health awareness and family DNA, health history. You can see why being adopted here would be a problem. I kind of have an issue with adoption, best to be raised by your own flesh and blood, however I’m pretty sure my friend, who was adopted, it worked out for her, and if you read my “Family Photo with Big Boobs Story” you’ll hear about my mother’s adopted plight. I do recall my aunt giving me some advice when I was 26, when I was repainting her mother’s house. And you know what, her advice was crap, she just wanted to ‘powertrip’ and tell me what to do, when she clearly was inexperienced. Had she told me about the whole arm thing, now that would have been helpful. I can assure you, not be able to use your arms properly, as intended, when you reach age 45 is a huge impediment. Oh, not being sick gives one a ‘wiry’ strength, as soon as you catch a virus, you lose that ‘wiry’ strength, well I did. And same as how putting up with pain as a child, teaches you to ignore it when your older; kneeling in church twice a week at same school; teaches your body to ignore important safety signals) Like another time, when I noted I had a bit of pain in my foot, but I didn’t bother to check it straight away, I just kind of ignored it as it was not that bad, and well, I was in the middle of doing something. But if I had of just checked my foot straightaway, quickly, I could’ve removed that piece of Wood chip that had slipped in my shoe and saved myself some pain. I have heard many other people do it to, like getting bitten by spiders and ignoring it until they have finished the lawnmowing or whatever, only ending up in dire straights. Advise that teachers and parents ought to give out; Really and truly, if you are experiencing pain of any kind, stop immediately, whatever you’re doing and address it. “Stop and Deal. Don’t be a slow reactor!” I think also, people ignore it, is because when they were kids growing up, they had to endure problems, they didn’t have any control over, so they learnt; there’s no point in dealing with it, they have endure. 23. My Stolen Black Beauty Horse Story I’ve mentioned on this blog my love of horses, and horse riding. I’ve done a fair amount of horse-riding in my life and considering I’ve never actually owned a horse, have been fairly fortunate. Aside from my wonderful Kootingal experience as an infant. My horse experience got more serious when we moved to Gunnedah, on to a farm, ‘Holwood’, and our neighbours, had horses, plus a girl who was the same age as me in my class. We would sometimes go riding, and her mother taught me how to ‘rise to the trot’, if you don’t know how to ‘rise to the trot’, things can be quite bumpy, when you learn how to ‘rise to the trot’, everything is much smoother, and it kind of feels like a bit of a miracle! I remember seeing her mother many years later, and noted she was quite a striking woman, I thought if she couldn’t teach me to rise to the trot, then no one could! J They also owned a black stallion, and I remember wondering up the paddock with Christina, and talking to this black stallion, he would come trotting over as soon as he saw us thrilled to be able to “talk to the girls”. - Oh, that reminds me, another story that was stolen. I was talking about, where I mentioned “Black Beauty” was on TV, and I wasn’t allowed to watch it, as it was on at 8:30, and our bedtime was 6:30! But I was fortunate because my neighbours had a black stallion, I had a real Black Stallion! I also mentioned about a movie I watched about a wild black stallion who was on a boat being taken over to Arabia, and there was a big storm, the whole boat capsized, but a young boy saved the horse, and they both ended up swimming to deserted island, the rest of the movie was about how these two got to know one another on the island, I guess until someone saved them. (I think it was called The Black Stallion?) I later, not so long ago now, watched a similar movie, but I think it had been changed from the original? And I took an image from that movie, along with that story, it was an image of a sand dune with a horse in the background, it wasn’t a significant image. I suspect some stupid little idiot has deleted that story, because of that image, so I encourage you to take photos of movies and stick them on the Internet, because some little dickhead IT nerd boy shouldn’t be allowed to hack my computer and delete images, just because they think there’s a copyright issue. There is not btw, taking snapshots of movies is not illegal in any way. (I went on YouTube and looked up “The Black Stallion”, there was a trailer, I think that was it, got a similar screenshot) Attention all computer hackers – FUCK OFF AND GET YOUR OWN LIFE {So, as I’ve been thinking about all my horse stories, and discovering all of the stories that have been stolen of my PC, there has also been a whole series of coinciding seed sales. So, I think somebody is stealing them and the same person or maybe a different person who is making it their business to pay attention to my stories, is purchasing my seeds every time something gets stolen! What the!} And, another little horse didi; I did horse-riding at school. One day it was “Share your horse with a handicap day” – it was this community program that the school participated in. For some reason that day I was running late, something that usually never happens. So, by the time I got there, all the horses were taken, and class had started. So, one of the teachers said I could ride her horse. She had a beautiful black thoroughbred; I think it was. When I started riding this horse, I could not believe it – it was like a dream. That horse was so easy, she could sense everything that was required of her, and sometimes in advance, as the teacher was taking the class, so the horse could read the teacher too. It was so different to the school ponies I was used to, who by their age had had a fair enough of little girls who wanted to ride about!! Another lucky and blessed experience, I shall never forget it. 24. Cornfields Stolen Horse Story Another story stolen off my PC! What is the obsession with my horse stories? Here it is again, I found a similar image online of the actual Cornfields. Btw, all images I use on my blog are “Public Domain -Free for personal and commercial use” so if some stupid little boy is deleting my stories because they think there is copyright infringements THINK AGAIN you stupid little kid. Do you see how thieves ruin everything? They should be shot. So, my story goes, our other neighbours at ‘Holwood’, actually also our landlord, owned horses too, and I could ride over there .They had a few cornfields, that I absolutely loved riding in, their roads were sandy smooth, so no stones that a horse could stumble on, plus the corn was 8ft high, I just loved riding through those cornfields, nothing could spook the horse, so I went as fast as I could get the horse to go, and she just loved it to, we were a great duo, having the times of our lives. I did have to walk the horse afterwards, so she would not catch a cold – all sweaty 25. Horse Stories Continued; Fast Riding, School Girl Bullies, and Women in The Race Industry And when I left for boarding school, I did horse-riding at school, I was able to get a few good gallops in, there was a large paddock out the back, with a gully and a long straight, and again I would just love going as fast as I could. I think some of the other horse riders noticed that I sometimes used to ride really fast, and I’m not sure why, but none of the other girls would go for good gallops like I did, I think maybe they were slightly fearful, or afraid to go really fast. Not only afraid of the horse and the unknown, but afraid of not being ‘ladylike’. Thus, they became not only jealous of me, but afraid of me. {see how women are womens worst enemy} One time when I was out for a ride, on my own (I was always on my own, after my ‘horsy’ friend Michelle left, due to bullies) and I was riding down the back near the huge pines adjoin the oval, and there were some girls hiding in the in the pines, they were yelling out obscenities of some sort. I couldn’t see who it was, the pines were too thick - and that was there aim, typical females, such cowards. I’m thinking maybe it was the same girls who had a go at me when riding during class one time, if you recall my “Fiery Horse story”. Its strange I can’t remember their faces or names, as they were in my year – and you know how I love to Name and Shame! So, the bullying involved repeatedly trying to “put me in my place” so to speak, and use oppression tactics. Also, trying to ‘rain on my parade’ is another example of what they did, if I was happy, then they would try to ruin whatever the subject of the happiness, without coming across as a bitches, (no social media or phone recorders back then), so if I was on my own and no one was around to witness there was bitchy behaviour. {Even if you have more money than you know what to do with, you really shouldn’t send your kids away to boarding school, no one else is going to look after your kids, no one - you’re naive if you think they will. Having said that I’ve come across mothers who are so bloody hopeless, boarding school would actually be a better option for their kids.} It’s also strange how in life you can have so many problems which can cause great big conflicts, but amongst girls there doesn’t seem to be any real problems in the first place, at all, yet they still cause these great big conflicts, due to their mere stupid bitchy jealous nature. I noted a lot of these girls don’t grow out of either, they continue the stupid jealous reactions well into adulthood. So, I know how to enjoy life, (on my own) I’ve known for a very long time, I’ve known all my life how to be happy, and positive. I’ve had to deal with stupid jealous bitches all my life, - well, since High school anyway. I know how to deal with them; the best way to deal with them is to completely not have them in your life, it’s the only real solution, if you want to be happy – no bitches at all. I used to love riding fast, so much, that I probably should’ve been a jockey, back then! I was certainly tiny enough for it, but back then, girls weren’t jockeys. I do believe later they did a big thing in Australia, around Melbourne Cup Day, around about 2000 - 2002 sometime, when feminists (or stupid bitches) were putting female jockeys in the Melbourne Cup, and as a result, they were totally bitchy to the existing young male jockeys who were already lined up to go. I saw it all unfold on television, it was a disaster, and ever since then I feel like the Melbourne Cup has been rigged anyway. 26. What, No Horse at Rangari! When I moved to the farm at Rangari I decided I wouldn’t see, if I could somehow obtain a horse to ride, I felt I couldn’t really afford to do the shoeing. I found the shoeing was the most expensive part about horse-riding, or keeping a horse, because there was plenty to eat, I think maybe in drought times it could’ve been a different situation, but for the most part, there was no food expenses, and when I rode Batman, he certainly didn’t have any medical issues. The only thing I had to pay for, was the shoeing. Everybody knows a horse has hooves, which grow, and so every 2 months or so, the shoes (that u shaped piece of wrought iron) falls off and they need to be re-done (they can injure the horse if not done by hand) And so while perhaps in the olden days, it would be easy enough to get someone to do it, I feel as the years went by, it was getting harder to find someone to come out to a farm and do this service. I wasn’t confident that I could find someone reliable enough to do it, a shoe smith is not a job for the fainthearted. It requires someone with strength, so only a man could do this as a full-time job. He needs to hold up the horses back leg, which is very heavy, even a small horse has a heavy back leg, and he has to hold it the whole time while they remove the old shoe, and put the new shoe on. So, the type of person needed to do this particular job needs not only strength, but they have to be good natured to deal with animals, as well as honest, because he’s someone who travels out to people‘s private properties. So, I was not confident that I would have a reliable person to do it, even if I scraped enough money up to pay him. {even though I did have someone good to do the shoeing for Batman, but that was the other side of town}. I definitely missed riding batman. That reminds me of another story; I had set up pine jumps on one of the paddocks at “Rowan Leigh” there was a big contour bank, and the farmer had chopped down the pines, they’re bit of a weed out there (the ones that have the divine pine scent). And so, I had taken those dead pine trunks, and turned them into jumps. Even though Batman was a trained Stockhorse, and he knew it; so was reluctant to do anything else, he would only oblige me and my jumping, because I loved it so much. Provided, I didn’t make the jumps too high; I remember one-day, seeing how high I could get him to jump, I got off him, and made the jump taller making sure he was watching so he could see I was making twice as high. I made sure it was the first jump in the row (there were about 15 jumps, all spaced about 20m apart) I raised the first one, because, Batman did not like to jump like all the other horses, at a steady canter, he liked to jump going at a full gallop, what I called like a ‘Bat out of Hell’! So hopefully for the first one, he still would not be going too fast – so we set off, but sure enough he balked, and I could see what was about to happen, I was about to fall on top of the jump -you can’t stop gravity no matter how good are rider you are, and so I moaned in anticipation, and at that point my head was kind of up near Batman‘s ear, and he heard me moaning, and so do you know what this horse did, it was fairly unbelievable, I’m not sure you’ll believe me when I tell you, but as soon as he heard me moan, he moved his whole body in a right angle, so he kind of caught me as I was coming down, so instead of landing on the jump, I landed back in the saddle, a bit skew-whiff but nevertheless I didn’t fall off, so how about that! He literally saved me! You know it really does pay to express yourself, whenever you can! (Although, perhaps if I made that jump no 4 or 5, in full gallop, he probably would have cleared it no problems, it was like he was making a statement, “no I don’t want to jump to high, see!” I was also saved by a horse at pony camp, I’ve mentioned on my blog that I do not recommend pony camp. When I went there, (Gunnedah Pony Camp, at 15 or something) I was having such a difficult time from some of the stupid little girl bitches who were also attending. It also involved Steve Carter, infact I would say ALL his fault, as the main “bully bitch” was some stupid blonde that he was fucking at the time, he was egging her on. You know it’s situations like this where a group of people see what’s going on, and it’s like those bullies have set me up for disrespect from the group, for the rest of my life. I bet that stupid Cunt from Centrelink refused me Austudy as a direct result of Steve Carters actions (he is blonde too btw). OMG, the slow realization about the truth of blondes; stupid. Those two people responsible, 3 actually, the stupid blonde bitch had a minion; have done, irreparable damage to my life, and they are going to have some very bad karma. Steve Carter had a ‘spiritual’ chance to make up for his actions later, (I’m talking about the house), but he did not take it. I really do not have to do anything else, his problems have not even begun yet. By the way, my horse that I had at Pony camp was smarter than anyone any other human in my life at that time - he was trying to save me with his leg, his “lame” leg. Eventually he did, I left earlier than the 7 days. But he was too late. Or I guess only God knows what may have happened in those 2 days if I stayed. I recall there was also a total shower pervert there, Stuart Brady. Yuk. Mum had arranged that horse from someone I did not know, and this horse could see what was going on with all the stupid bitch girls, quite remarkable. More so than anyone else. Plus, this horse tried to save me from a terrible situation. I’m not going to tell you exactly, how he did it, because it’s a bit of a horse secret, and I don’t want to let their horse secret known. But horses are way cleverer than any human I have ever met. They are more evolved; they have no fear, so have evolved. The horse shown above looks like my horse “Cindy” that I rode as a young 4-5yr old, at Limbri, there are photos of Cindy and me (naked me) in our family album! 27. Who put that Trotter in there! Oh, and one other thing when I moved to Bulga, (read photo story “Bulga cottage on paddock with horses on Cull farm” on page 1) before the race horses were put in the yard, I think, if I can recall, someone put in a retired Trotter in my paddock, Mary. So, I was able to ride this horse, another good-natured horse, easy to catch. Except well, I loved to Canter and Gallop, and this horse only knew how to trot, I ended up getting a stitch every time we went for a ride - rising to the trot - such a fast pace! Who put that horse there! And while I mentioned those horses on Cull farm. One from the group of retired race horses that were put in my paddock, was very ‘bad natured’ horse. I later discovered it was because of its previous owner, a male farmer, who didn’t treat it properly with respect, and so the horse developed a bad nature. I find it extraordinary how a male farmer wouldn’t know how to handle a horse properly - they must be simpleton simpleton simpleton . Horses are like little third graders, they’re so easy to control and manipulate, why you would need to use force or cruelty, or disrespect of any sort, is beyond comprehension. Really and truly, for goodness sakes, go and read The Seven Games of Natural Horsemanship. You know, when I rode Batman, he only spooked once the entire time I was there, and that was when one evening I as visiting my neighbours and found myself still there just after dusk, (we had yabbies for dinner, from my dam, that we had just caught in the morning. Sauteed in garlic – yum! J) but it was a full moon, and a lovely evening, I was looking forward to riding him the 3km or so back to my house, just as we set off a lit a cigarette (still smoked then) and he gave a little startle to the light in the dark. mmm, such happy horse memories….. 28. Horse Story no 8, re Slow Motion Since I moved to my new unit in Queensland, the stealing has greatly been reduced, in fact in the six months I’ve been here, I think only 4 items are missing. However, what I have noticed, instead, has been taken, are my little stories from my blog. Currently it is September 2022, and I’m discovering, about on average, 1 little story per week that has gone missing, all traces gone missing, gone off my blog, gone off mt PC, and gone from my Outlook emails. I’m having to rewrite them - which is a real nuisance! The person who has taken them are a Nuisance. The latest one I have discovered taken, was another one of my horse stories; One horse riding class, way back in school, in the 1980’s, there was a gung ho horse mistress, who was lunging horse and rider together around in the arena. I’m not entirely certain why she was doing this, the whole excercise seems pointless, but when it was my turn, and as the lunger had the reins, and the rider had none, and thus no control, sooner or later, I was going to fall off {although if the horse mistress had of been a little bit savvy, this would not have happened, I believe though it was done deliberalty} So, at any rate, I did fall off, and what happened was; I could feel myself falling, and suddenly, as I went over, everything went into slow motion, and I could see the horses girth as my head went down, and then I could see its top leg thigh, then its knee. It was like I was just observing all of these body parts as I was falling, and I was saying to myself each one that I could see it when I got up to it. It was like I was explaining to myself what was happening, until I could see the ground coming, and then suddenly landed, albeit not injured at all, as the ground was a thick layer of sawdust (inside the arena). So there were two things strange about this situation, one was the slow motion experience, which was a little bizarre and it just goes to show you how clever your mind really can be. The other thing was why there are certain women that want to lunge young girls around in circles; this is a ridiculous concept, and stems from major control issues. Years later after I left school and was riding with a neighbour, a slightly older woman, she too wanted to do exactly the same exercise, it was quite bizarre, I had to put the brakes on as again I would have fallen, she wa by no means savvy enough. A few years ago, I was watching a wonderful version of Sherlock Holmes from the BBC, and in this episode, Sherlock got himself into a dire situation, and suddenly everything went into slow motion for him, as he was thinking about what he could do to resolve it, and this was exactly what happened to me, it was just like that scene, only of course I couldn’t do anything to resolve the situation, I just had to watch it as it happened. And so, the person who keeps stealing my stories, particularly horse ones, I’ve had quite a few horse ones stolen now; bugger off and get your own horse, and get your own horse stories. And in case you haven’t worked out, which obviously you don’t know, because you’re stealing; you actually have to pay for everything in life, one way or the other - it will catch up to you, so do yourself a favour and stop stealing things that are NOT yours. 29. Horses on Holidays On the 1 holiday I went on, some 20 odd years ago now, I saw a brochure in the information centre, with a horse and rider galloping along the beach, in the gentle breaking waves. I had always wanted to go horse riding on the beach and canter through the breaking waves, always. And around Cairns would be ideal because there’s no big surf to spook the horse. So, I thought, hooray, I’ll go and do it, spend my money on that. Off I went, so ¾ of the way through the trail, which was just through a sparse deforested area that was practically farmland, finally we got to the beach; but the guide said “we were not to go anywhere near the water as it will destroy the tack”. (Tack is horse gear) It was very disappointing, I was really annoyed about this because you can get saddles that are not leather, but actually I think leather should hold up in salt water anyway….AND their brochure had someone cantering along the beach through the water. So, it’s totally false advertising and, I feel this is typical Australians wanting to play Nazi rules – they are so anal, it’s ridiculous, it’s like they have this barrier up to stop themselves and the people around them from having fun. They are so unevolved. They should stop over at the Caribbean and see how it’s done, you can go horseback riding on the beach over there, although they said it’s at a cost $250 per hour! J In one of my photo stories (Future Business Mission on p7), I say, I would love to own a Horse and Carriage business in the tropics, to take people on a beautiful scenic botanical journey, as a part of vacation activities. {I plan on winning the lottery so I can actually do it!} Although, after living in the subtropics now for not even 12 months I can see there’s going to be a huge problem for doing anything horse related, and that is the tics. As soon as any animal wonders past a bush, I’m sure at least five tics jumps on, and then again when they wonder past the next bush…! I have seen some horses in the area, so I do wonder how they survive, they possibly take that veterinary prescribed Spot-On treatment, although if you’ve read my blog, you know that I’m very much opposed to such a cancer-causing treatment. I guess I shouldn’t worry about such a hurdle until I actually win the lottery! Feel free to contact me if you have a beautiful holiday spot that runs near a beach (in the tropics) and would like to offer scenic carriage rides around the property. 30. Zig Zagging through an Acacia lined little country rd Oooh if only I took a photo at the time (if only I had a camera! actually not having a camera was the source of many problems when I was in my 20’s and 30’s). If anyone would like to go and get a photo of the road I’m talking about, it is Wightman Rd & Tunningley Ln, Emerald Hill, near Gunnedah, NSW, Australia One day I ventured over to this little laneway on my horse Batman, and it was the prettiest little road that you have ever seen, I was so thrilled and excited about this little laneway, it was in full flower, with the most fragrantly beautifully scented Acacias. My horse thought so too, and he started zigzagging from one side of the road to the other to stop on each side to smell the Acacias!! We had a lovely afternoon! What makes this little sweet road different from the others, is that it is untouched, by councilmen, who typically come along and mow both sides of the roads so nothing grows. For some reason they neglected this road, and now look how beautiful it is. From google maps it still looks like it is Acacia lined. They flower in August (I think it was August?) I have noticed recently, up here in Queensland now, I don’t know if this is everywhere across Australia, but some silly twit has given the go-ahead for councils to spray with glyphosate (a poison). I can’t believe they do this; we’ve survived all these generations without having to use a poisons on the roadside. It is still not necessary today. So could someone with some common sense, please go and tell those councils to wake up and smell the roses. Life Stories P6 NEXT About P1, About P2 , Life Stories P! LSP2, LSP3, LSP4 , LSP5, LSP6 (this) , LSP7, LSP8, LSP9. LSP10, LSP11, LSP12, LSP13, LSP14, LSP15, LSP16, LSP17, LSP18, LSP19, LSP20, LSP21, LSP22,

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Some of the items stolen from me, while I was living at Builyan, Boyne Valley, and then Miriam Vale, Colosseum, QLD After I was given notice at Rangari, with the change of ownership, well, actually, I have written on my blog previously about my unhappy adventures regarding finding somewhere new to live. In the end, having only one choice, which was a unit in Gunnedah, which was not appropriate or very nice at all, so I decided that I should move somewhere warmer in Queensland. I needed somewhere cheap, and at the time there was quite a few big old houses in town called Blackwell, which was a hot dry inland, remote area in Queensland. I had talked with the Real Estate and was set to move, had even signed a lease and found removalist. The house was big, big yard, and had as much water as I wanted, albeit, in town. I would prefer somewhere out of town, I need privacy. But there was nothing. And I didn’t like my chances of finding something affordable closer to the coast. At the last minute I thought I should look just in case, and that’s when I found a house in Builyan, on Realestate.com, this house looked really sweet, it was a Queenslander. I thought perfect - little did I know what was in store for me; maybe I should’ve moved to Blackwell after all, although while there was heaps of houses there then, I have since looked a few years later and there’s none there now, same as everywhere in North QLD, so maybe I might of had problems living there on my own, in such a “big old house”, with jealousy, from all the dogs, as per usual, and I may have had to move anyway. Who knows. And I guess I would not have realised about Rachel Wainberg‘s older sister, if I had never moved to Gin Gin. I know when I moved to Builyan, 2 new police Constable’s were placed in the community too. I believe the ‘powers that be’, assumed that the thievery would continue at my new address, after I left Gunnedah. 1. Water Damaged piece of 19mm Ironbark Timber, Stolen from back of house at Builyan, Boyne Valley, by Local Nuisances Builyan, had a timber mill. I could see it from my backyard, it was just down the road. Since I dabbled in a bit of woodworking, and needed to make a mosquito canopy for QLD conditions, plus some underbed storage drawers, thought I should go down there and see if I could get something. Randall and Janice owned it, he said he had a pile of rain damaged Ironbark down the back of the shed, so I went down there, sure enough the roof was leaking directly onto this pile of mouldy planks. (Not sure why he did not push the cart a few inches away from the drip of the leaking roof!.....) He said I could have them for a dollar each, they were 2-3m long (12cm wide and 2cm thick – perfect), I thought they would scrub up well. (I got 31 planks, later I wished I had of got more, I made heaps of things out of them.) I was pleased with my purchase and had the planks leaning up by the side entrance of the house, to dry in the sun, it was the side closet to the neighbours, and can be seen from the neighbours house. And 1, only 1, was stolen. I suspect those neighbours; Allan Holmes, his 15yr old son. But I guess it could have been the neighbours across the road; Donny and Sue Ellen Manly, prob not their daughter? Or could have been that person who lives in the house with the orange car, (that constantly banged and tapped – I think he was a backyard Panel beater.). or, could have been that guy Koogan and his musician friends? I have no idea who. I guess it could be the short blonde bimbo from Gunnedah who follows me, as I have previously mentioned her on my blog; plus, I have had heaps of timber planks stolen, I believe related to NEGS school church hardwood kneelers. None of those people have been convicted of stealing from me. OR, at one point I thought I saw bloody Heath Barwick in an old camper van at Ubobo?? Could be him on a travelling holiday? Bloody thief causing problems at new neighbourhood - It wouldn’t surprise me if he followed me up to my new home and started stealing from me while he travelled the area, he’s an absolute arsehole, we are not friends I do not even know him, I met him briefly when I was 18, I am not friends with any of his circle of friends, the only connection was he went to school with my little brother, 30 yrs ago, they were friends. So maybe he has a connection with my brother, but he certainly doesn’t have a connection with me. He seriously belongs in jail. Little birdy told me that they got him, and he’s been convicted for something, who knows what, I’m pretty sure he was a drug dealer as well as a thief, so in this case I can say has been convicted of something. I suspect it would not have stuck for too long, people like him, because he makes people laugh, he is 3rd born). So obviously I do not know who is stealing but there have been some incidences where I know these neighbours are not innocent, and they will be hiding the truth to protect each other, they’re very tightknit community. Actually, I think one of those planks were stolen as a joke by the neighbours next door neighbours teenage son. I did have to move from the neighbourhood as a direct result of their ‘tight knit’ bullying. I also had to keep the light on out the back yard, they broke a slat window and stole my padlock on the inside of the door, so now the door can be opened from the outside when the cross latch is closed (because then padlock stops anyone from being able to use a knife or something and slipping the latch across to open (they also stole the padlock from my next house at Gin Gin, I believe it was the same person, possibly the 15yr old then teen, but 17yr old son now trying to get in my house at night, while I slept - yuk). And one of them has put a beeping device under the house that beeps - a small electronic sound, that beeps every 5 minutes at night, very short so cannot locate. The neighbour Alan and his son, can hear everything that goes in my house, because houses were so close, (poorly designed neighbourhood and houses). He also pulled up the tree seedling that I had just planted out the front yard, stating that it was on his side, and then he got his mother to come down and chastise me for it. Stupid woman, clueless about her son and grandson). I had neighbourhood kids jumping up at my windows to try to peer in. I had the neighbours on the other side of my house, and old drunk man and his shag, tell me I was bloody crazy and send me hate mail in the post. I had the family next to them come down, the mother said her 8yr son wanted to meet me, as he could see me working in the backyard from his bedroom window (!) And someone, I suspect Alan the neighbour, or Simon Cowl on telly at the same time, I had forgot to turn it off - was driving her little 3yr old blonde girl absolutely nuts, as she was running around in circles, behaving very oddly. (Alan has a reputation amongst people ‘in the know’ for doing such evil antics. And at this address I learnt about the full evil nature of men, in regards to how they treat women at night while they sleep). The mother seemed not to notice. (That drunk man was probably trying to save that little blonde 3yr old!!). And all the old people in this neighbourhood seem to be ‘car Hoons’ in slow motion. I put up my camera outside my house one day, to catch the slow motion hoons on camera, the footage was really bad, but I saw an old fattish bald guy go past. I think I saw that person follow me at my next address too? I did not know who it was, still do not know, but someone told me it was Daniel Salem and that description matches – he is another friend of Heath Barwick and my little brother Daniel Bieman. The police advised me I need proof for them to do something about him or anyone. Hence why I have cameras everywhere since. As an outsider of that community, and a single woman I tell you I have seen such ugly behaviour from people, I can’t believe how revolting peoples ‘true nature’ really is. I was very pleased to leave this neighbourhood. I may have got that plank back later after complaining to local police, I did not bother counting them again. Also, someone else told me that it wasn’t the next-door neighbours son who broke the window and snuck in at night. It was the local police. But that could have been the neighbours son telling me…. At that time, the dogs put him on telly, it think it was the Gardening Show on the ABC, suddenly there was the neighbours son. 2. New Ladder from Hardware Shop with Broken Bit – Faulty Goods Selling at Full Price and “New stuff sabotage” It was after I purchased this ladder, with its dinky broken bit. When I realised this is what a lot of retailing women were doing to me, deliberately, that is, trying to ‘flog off’ their seconds and faulty goods, on to me, at full price. Their thinking; She does not deserve a fully working and perfect one, she deserves a second. And, they think, I most likely won’t even notice there’s a problem. (They think I am on drugs). Stupid bimbo little girls in the retail sector. I am fairly certain that they are related to Bonds; if you recall my bonds story about the ‘thong underwear’. And in relation to this ladder, now, you would just think, ‘oh well, what’s the problem, she could return it, they have a money back guarantee there’. But if (I drive the 2hrs back to store,) and I returned this ladder for replacement, the girls there would accuse me of stealing from them. And just would steal more from me. That day I was at the store, someone stole my fresh eggs from the hen house (and that was the day I saw Heath Barwick driving about near Builyan). Around about the same time, I had a new fridge, and it was vandalised. I believe it is the same stupid girls doing it - Australian jealous spite. Although the piece of plastic that came off my fridge, I thought, I’ll just chuck it out, I specifically remember chucking it into my new rubbish bin that I had just emptied, and so had nothing in it except that bit of plastic. But overnight I thought I probably should save that piece of plastic, you never know, I might want to fix it one day. So, I went to get it out of the rubbish bin the next day {which still didn’t have anything in it except for the bit of plastic} but when I went to get it, it wasn’t there. Someone had literally, I would say climbed in through an open window and has taken that little piece of broken plastic. It would have been taken the arvo before, as I was outside cleaning my car. At a later address, I again had a new fridge, and within 2 days of purchase, I looked at it and there was a big grey dent down the bottom, which I know I didn’t do. “New stuff sabotage”. Well, if you actually had 2nd hand shops up here in QLD, I would happily purchase 2nd hand. I also later did a video showing my new garments that I sew up, anything that is especially nice, somehow miraculously develops a stain. And any new crockery that I purchase, miraculously, somehow, a chip appears in it. This is all the same person doing this vandalization. Female jealous spite. I also personally believe that those new items were specifically obtained by certain retailers who know me, and wanted to do something nice, (not the thieving dog ones), and as a result of this act, the ‘dog thieves’ could not steal them – it would be noticed, and they would be found out. So, what the do is vandalised them instead. Most people would assume ‘Oh, you got a chip, well you probably did it accidentally and did not notice’. WRONG I didn’t do it, somebody else did it. JUST AS PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE AS THE THIEVERY FROM ME. Rack off you little bimbo dogs. Plus, I remember, this faulty goods stuff has been going on for over 30years - I remember when I was in my 20s in Sydney, and working near St Ives. I went to a shopping plaza there, and I purchased some chocolate; I had been thinking about purchasing some chocolate, I remembered the shop there, I think it was Daryl lea, and could not get chocolate out of my mind, so this one day I finally went and got some. But the chocolate that I purchased was past its use by date. Then I think back to the shop, and yes, there were these strange little blonde shop girls acting very peculiar. I just know they would’ve gone out of there way to stock those bad chocolates, because they knew I was going to purchase some. DOGS. If you don’t know what chocolate taste like past its used by date, it’s not very nice, plus there’s a little ‘tell sign’, being that the chocolate has a kind of a white/light brown powdery tinge on the outer edges. And it just tastes a little bit funny. I mean, it doesn’t make you sick, but it’s just not good. So, I hope those little girls there, maybe it was just one, (?) but I bet that girl is the same girl still hounding me and harassing, me like a DOG. A stalking bimbo, yet another one. I hope she dies a miserable painful death. The sooner she is dead, the better, my world will be. She is literally someone who dead, would make it the world a better place. 3. 1 antique gold bumblebee shower hook STOLEN, Builyan, Boyne Valley, QLD, 2018 So I’ve noticed a pattern form whenever anyone comes to my house something gets stolen. So this particular shower curtain hook was stolen right after a girl from the Real Estate came to my house, well that’s when I noticed it stolen. Only I know that girl didn’t steal this hook because I was with her the whole time and she didn’t venture into the bathroom without me being present (Doing an 'Invasion of Privacy', I mean "inspection".) So the thief wants me to blame her? Having said, that I’ve just remembered, there was a blonde woman / girl, who came to change the batteries over in the fire alarm - arranged by the same Real Estate girl just a little earlier. And she used the bathroom. I think it may have been her. She must think “going into a strangers house, mm, steal something” that’s how bimbos think - complete bimbos (that one was tall and blonde). Probably a prostitute. Elders Real Estate in Gladstone no conviction, I bet Tamara was to blame. There's that song again, fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off. At this point I was so frustrated with the neighbourhood, and I believe the Real Estate agent rental girl, partly feeling guilty about the fire alarm battery situation, and noting problems within the community, had no problems in ending my lease early when I requested it. And so again, I packed up ALL my stuff, (I still had my 25M long swimming pool, plus all my gardening stuff, netting, shade, cloth, etc etc.) and moved. Unfortunately I made the wrong decision here, based on trusting people - trusting liars. Everyone lies, especially when it comes to their house and property – they all lie about ‘how good it is’ (and water). I moved to Colosseum, which is a little place near Miriam Vale, which is a little place on the highway just before you head to Agnes Water (instead of moving to Deepwater, a little place near Baffle Creek, in between Agnes Water and Bundaberg - that place would have been bloody perfect.) Never mind. So, the house at Colosseum was a farm, the owner had built the house himself and had no problems in boasting about this fact. (It had its good points being cement becel block, but you could tell, it was lacking a ‘woman’s touch’ and details.) But basically, it was a total disaster. I’m not sure what it is about farmhands and their problems with stealing, it seems to be an area rife with theft. You cannot trust a farm hand with anything - they are useless people. And I have written about this before on my blog, about how young men in the Builyan community had unbeknownst to me, arranged for me to live in this house with no water. Over the next six months, I had many things taken from me at this address starting from day, one when I was relocating. Moved to Colosseum, nearby to Miriam Vale and Builyan 1. Unwanted Young men stealing from single women at rail crossing When I was living at Builyan for that brief 5mnths, of course I had problems with the locals, first of all they were stealing, then the police got involved and so the stealing stopped, but I did have problems with locals congregating outside my house at night, sometimes, which is a very common thing, and it’s happened my whole entire adult life. I usually just ignore it, and sleep on through, I mean who cares who’s out in the street anyway. There were some bad guys that would come round, just a general feeling I got, usually something would be stolen when I could hear any of those young men type. I did suspect someone was sneaking inside my house at night while I slept, violet was behaving strange (my cat) and the padlock was stolen, the only thing that could stop them from breaking in. Plus, the slat window was broken, the one right next to the door lock. I suspect my neighbours 16yr old son, but later some birdy told me it was the police – they were adamant it was the police. Lisa Lynch and her husband. Gardening Australia put that young 16yr old on Gardening Australia – I thought at the time reward for bad behaviour – the ABC do that ALL THE TIME, that is rewarding people who have done something bad like are bullies, or steal or whatever. I do believe its personal to me; Yet another dog, at the ABC, as formed an obsession. The police there were a husband and wife team, they were new, I had reported thefts to them. Could have been them?? Looking for drama. After I put a poster up looking for a house elsewhere, the guy who contacted me, Darcy the owner, later told me that his worker had told him I was looking for a house, and his worker, it turned out was one of those guys that used to hang around at Builyan, and he was friends with some of the guys at Builyan. And when I headed over to my new farmhouse that first day, I had my Ute full of stuff, packed sky-high. I stopped at the railway line, which of course, no coincidence at 5am, suddenly a train appeared – I now know its Aurizon Trains – their staff. And there was a whole heap of guys suddenly appear infront and behind me, around the car, in this kind of remote town, and later I discovered something had been taken out of the back of the Ute - although I was aware at the time that this is exactly the type of situation where something will be stolen from me, so I kept an eye on things, and I didn’t see anyone stealing, sneaky bastards. Anyway, this young guy, his name is Tom, farm hand for Darcy, unfortunately I didn’t get his surname, and at the time he had a girlfriend (Jess, Darcy’s daughter) who I met, they were helping move Darcy’s furniture out of Darcy‘s house a bit later that day. (Annoys me how landlords don’t do this before I arrive, same as all the others), anyway, that guy Tom, I’m pretty sure he used to hang around the house, he had friends in rail industry, the trains used to stop on my property at 3 am in the morning, I had items go missing – the whole time I was there. I just find it really odd how men like that, who have a girlfriend, still hang around. It’s like fuck off, get a life, and just because a girl is single, doesn’t mean you have the right to follow her and steal from her, or pester her in any way, fuck off you stupid mongrels. BTW, I don’t think he is still hanging around, but that is what I should have said at that rail stop; yelled it out to the air, and they would have heard me. So, actually there were at least a dozen young men at that rail stop, in 2 cars. So instead of helping me move my 12 Ute loads, those young men in that community stop/torment/harass and steal. This is what they are breeding in that community Colosseum / Miriam Vale / Builyan – these are very small QLD communities, so that dozen or so young men would be a significant proportion of the community. So, they are breeding scum in their community’s. Scum degenerates. Mothers are breeding Scum Degenerates. (All problems can be traced back to stupid mothers). You’re not worthy of anything you little degenerates. I am surprised the ABC did not put ALL of the dozen young men on TV. (/s) Also, I think he and his family had something to do with incarcerating me under the total scam Mental Health Act with the help of police. Those people are thieving bullies, and they got their victim locked up – do you see how this country works – it’s a fucked country. (I am pretty sure, one night at Builyan, I heard Australian p.m. voice - Scott Morrison, outside, I heard him!, that was just before he got in, there was an election due. – setting a BAD example to copycats- plus I think he was also on Facebook under a different name, and he tried to rent me a house, which turned out to be fake and then he tried to rent me a shoddy shipping container, he’s a bit of an arshole, (if you didn’t know), aswell as his wife. (But it was good how the pollies are doing something about the virus situation, let’s hope there is ongoing reminding of social distancing and staying home if you’re sick with any flu symptoms). By the way I did 12 Ute loads, over that 2-3 days, back and forth between Builyan and Colliseum (near Miriam Vale) across the mountain range, which at the time was on fire. It was the tremendous bushfire season of 2018/2019, I was lucky I could get through, there were fires all around the road, through the Rule Sate Forest. It was mostly all blackened, and there were big trees slowly burning away, lying by the road. Quite a few little grass fires, blazing, and a lot of smoke. I wish I had of stopped and taken a photo. They always talk on the news about the “natural bushfires” in Australia, and I had to say here *newsflash* natural, my arse! When I was driving through Builyan, I can assure you, there were people (young tall men) out in the bush, young men, lighting fires, “natural” has nothing to do with it. The local coppers out there had to spend all those few weeks putting out fires in the little community! Guess they didn’t see the Rule State Forest ones start up. I personally don’t believe that even pre-burning is necessary; it’s not necessary at all! Mother nature, knows how to do things, all on her own. She does not need help with the regeneration process in the old growth forests either. People who want to pre-burn are ‘firebugs’. A dysfunctional problem. Note; Those men described above, are like the ‘opposite’ of my father, and his generation. I am not sure why I have so many 'unworthy' people put themselves infront of me. I can only think it is the same situation as Dr Carl – I will explain; Dr Carl was a doctor who used to work (probably still does) on the youth radio network triple J, which I used to listen to when I was younger. He was wonderful - you could phone up the station and ask any medical or scientific question, and he usually would have a response, if not he would always come back to it later. He was very diligent and knowledgeable, in helping people, and especially problems of the weird and bizarre, like what young adults, particularly men are interested in! He was talking one day about the fact that whenever he goes anywhere, it was really common for him to suddenly be needed, in some sort of medical emergency. Like in the movies when someone shouts “is there a doctor”! Well, this happens to him, regularly, according to Dr Carl. I thought about this - and when I travel anywhere, on those rare occasions, this never happens to me. I never encounter anyone in need of a Dr. BUT because I have these particular types of people as described above on a very regular basis – they seem to cross my path so frequently, like no one else would begin to understand. So, I can only assume, it's for the same reason that Dr Carl has his encounters – people who are in need of someone to point out to them their dysfunction. Considering I'm not a trained psychologist, psychiatrist, therapist or councillor (although I do have an interest in counselling, as I used to eavesdrop on my mother’s counselling sessions when I was a child (very naughty). And I certainly have a great understanding of a lot of psychological areas of concern due to being bullied in Australia; I have had people tell me about what makes people tick and function and why they do the nasty things they do. They explain this to me, in order to help me deal with such revolting people. infact I most likely would have more knowledge in this area than a university graduate at this point. But since, these perpetrators and I don't sit down for a one on one, for obvious reasons, the only thing I can do is write about them on this blog. Definitely naming names helps. I've had quite a few dogs removed from my back, due to simply writing this blog. I do believe it's because eventually they'll see they have problems, and they need to deal with it. If not them, then somebody close to them will step in, like a mother. 2. 12 Ute loads to move all my Stuff, because of Non-Thinking Callous Whim of Landlord HEY! it’s a big deal having to relocate - stop giving tenants the runaround. 5 times in 12mnths. FIVE. Fuck you all. Plus, I had/have plantar Fasciitis / Collapsed Arch (from Mack Boots). STOLEN gardens, stolen energy, stolen time, and now I have repetitive strain syndrome - and arthritis. Life is a bitch; I recommend not having kids. There is a rental problem in this country. (There is a ‘fucked in the head’ problem in this country too). It is from over population; attention all women STOP bloody breeding like rabbits -1 or 2 kids, that's it, any more than that is stupid and selfish. Plus, I know from 46 years of experience - the calibre of mothers out there is pretty crap, 3 quarters of you shouldn't be breeding anyway. Overbearing, over controlling, this is what breeds nonthinking zombies - On the other hand, I seem to have encounted a lot of littleshitheads, from being spoilt - usually male, and the females suffer from the nonthinking problem. Plus it looks like there is a general favourites game going on with parents, favouring male kids. Btw, they say exercise for young girls, and activity, wakes them up (hitting them in the head, will NOT wake them). Too many kids are the main reason I have no proper place to live now. All these problems of bullies in the community, are a direct result from me being single. And me being single, btw, isn’t actually a problem - a real problem, for anyone. The only reason why it would be a problem for these people is because they’re stupid. If they really thought about it (if they actually thought about anything), me being single, doesn’t make me a bad person, I don’t steal from them, I don’t antagonise them, I don’t bully them, I don’t cheat with their partners. I don’t have anything to do with them. They just cannot handle a single woman on her own. So all these problems that people have with me, are imaginary and in these people’s heads - purely because I’m single. So ofcourse, this gives me a clear path of clarity and sight - their actions come about from one reason, and one reason only; and that is they are stupid. So I blame mothers, for raising stupid people. Btw, not having anything to do with these people, is not a valid reason to steal, harass and bully. I win – you lose, you will be going to hell. One of the police constables suggested I should go down to the community hall in Builyan and makes sandwiches for everyone, perhaps then, they would not steal from me. Fucked community – make your own goddam sandwiches. 3. Me, Emily Bieman, at Colosseum 2019, age 45yrs on veranda of house were people steal from me I will show a photo of the house at Colosseum – You might look at it, and think ‘oh what she complaining about, that’s beautiful - nice big house in a beautiful spot.’ Yeah well, that’s what I thought too. That’s why I moved there, but this photograph doesn’t really show that all the real problems of this place, and I think with my blog here, I may have described them a little bit, but there are still way more problems associated with this spot than even with what I’ve mentioned here. I moved to a farmhouse at Miriam Vale / Colosseum for 6mnths (the lying landlord Alister Darcy Ward, lied to me about long-term, he clearly stated it was available long term, but no, it was not - he also lied about water, there was literally NO water at that place, as their tank leaked. LIAR, he just wanted someone to fix it, as his angry and twisted son had trashed it, – it is such a monumental task to move, I have no help and no money, that means 13 Ute loads, I now have major arm and shoulder arthritis. – should have gone to Kaye Symanns at Baffle Creek, silly me – when you from a loving family, it’s hard to know and remember that a lot of other people are lying pricks. Btw, knowing that something would not work out, because the landlord is a lying prick, and NOT saying anything to me about it, makes you just as guilty as the lying prick. That offer of a house at baffle Creek from Kaye Simmons would’ve been much better and far more appropriate, suitable and joyful, for me. But because she was honest and said she was eventually going to sell it in two years I said no. Whereas Darcy Ward only intended to keep me there for six months from the get go, after lying saying it was available long term. AND, lying about having water for the garden NOT. Plus, he got his windows and doors fixed, so while I lost out big time, he won big time, and I was made out to be the baddie, as I’ve mentioned, I think he may have had something to do with locking me up in the mental asylum at Bundaberg. I mean, can you see how this country works - it’s so fucked. I truly don’t recommend you have kids unless you can afford to buy them a house when they turn 18 - it’s really important, and it makes the difference between living a fucked life, and living in a joyful life. So, I believe the local realtor at Builyan / Ubobo, whose name is also Kaye, knew that Darcy Ward was a liar and she didn’t say anything to me. This landlord wanted someone he could control and ‘boss’ about. When it was made clear to him that he could not do this to me (with the help of some swear words) it was further justification that he should not renew my lease, he just waited till all his windows and doors were fixed. What is wrong with people, that they want to try to control me? - it is sick, unhealthy and nazi. Fuck off, you cannot use me for your power tripping. This is the rental house in Colosseum near Miriam Vale, Queensland. I want to mention here the neighbours at that place at Miriam Vale / Colosseum – scum - Glen Blackburn, and Bev and Bevan Ross; most people in their community would know them as respected members of the community. I know them as extremely disrespectful, unwelcoming and fearful morons. (That includes Trevor Baylis too who I think was stealing from me aswell, NO CONVICTION, and has a dog shag who also steals from me – she harassed me on Facebook NO CONVICTION. Obviously his dog thinks he is innocent – I’ve never known any men to be innocent. (I know dad would not have ever stolen from me)). All play the exclusion game – children. You know, I do NOT wish to be a part of a community full of small-minded thieving children types anyway. You lose. Also, I had several items stolen from the house when I went into town each time, this is my list of what was taken, I suspect the neighbour Trevor Bayliss and or the landlords wife Julie Ward, and the landlord, and also my Jobs providers Tania Poschalk and Belinda Kristensen. NO CONVICTION. I can only name these people because these are THE ONLY PEOPLE I KNEW in that area. I did however see 2 or 3 hoon people in cars at the gate whenever I left the farm, and this was quite unusual because this area was very remote, and there was hardly anyone around ever, let alone 2 or 3 at once. So, you never know, maybe they were just hooning from Gladstone, that had come down to steal from me, as they knew I would go into town that day. Maybe they were hooning postal workers, as I always stopped at the post office? Maybe they were TV industry people? I mean who knows? and how they actually got onto the farm, is a very good question, because I did keep it locked. This is why I think the landlord might be guilty, or possibly the landlords farmhand, who I mentioned before in the Photo story called “young man stealing from single women”, his name was Tom his girlfriend’s name was Jess, and apparently Jess was Darcy‘s daughter. How dare you or steal from me, a woman you don’t know, who has caused no trouble with anyone - you just see the fact that she’s single, and start stealing from her, you all are disgusting - disgusting people. Here is a good spot to mention another yuck thing that the people in Miriam Vale/Colosseum/Agnes Water, did. When I was living here, I felt kind of lucky because for the first time in my life I was living within half an hour of a beach. While petrol prices were kind of rising, and I didn’t have much money for travelling, I tried to get over there as much as possible, and made it 4 or 5 times, to go for a quick swim - which was absolute heaven for me. I can’t begin to explain how happy and lucky I felt, every time I was able to go for a swim at the beach. Anyway, one time on my way back, I had to stop off and get some Mylanta at the chemist in Miriam Vale; and I noticed that they had ‘set up’ a thing, and it was a ‘humiliation thing’. They had specially gotten a farmer, and they were trying to humiliate me infront of him, through sneaky female connection ways. It was just really obvious that they had set this situation up to try to humiliate me. It got me thinking, I mean, is this what they do regularly in other situations; get farmers and try to humiliate me, what is it about farmers, that they get them? I haven’t really done a good way of explaining this humiliation situation here, but it is really to disgusting to go into any more detail, so I’ll just leave it there. And now put a list of all the items that was stolen from me while I lived at Coliseum; Double Infinity Sterling Silver clasp (they left the necklace, just took the clasp) $35 White hair towel RETURNED after a big photo online forum stink up on Facebook TV vandalized on veranda - $800 Tapestry Needle from car at Gladstone - RETURNED. yah Green hose connector stolen off hose Invoice stolen from kitchen after window left open Invoices from Wares Windows for landlord stolen $500 25yr old Egyptian Cotton Beach Towel, RETURNED. Yah but filthy and with hole (a replacement after someone saw my photo online?) Beef mince on special stolen by TNT female workers, a set up by Coles too EBay box with: (stuff I was trying to sell on eBay, stolen by eBay and Telstra? hang up calls from Telstra mobile team and eBay 02 93044303, says tv ratings, when really eBay): Slip on Working Walking Leather Shoes – Brown, AU 7, Keen 41, Trolley Tyre, wheel barrow. Rubber, in excellent super strengthened condition, Diesel Petrol cap, (unlocking) fits Mitsubishi, 2 x Rural poly pipe connector 32mm and 1 1/4" Rural Irrigation joiner. PC hacked; files stolen Green offensive kitchen beaters (free as seller refunded, do not believe seller stole, but someone did) 2 balls of pink hand dyed cotton bamboo, taken from bedroom Feb 2019 $12 130g Callebaut (car parked out on rd with girl at 5am going yahoo, could be mailman (female related) FUCK OFF YOU STUPID STUPID DOG $10 Half empty bottle of tea tree RETURNED. Terracotta saucer bowl from maidenhair plant $16 Photo of polypipes stolen off PC, plus 2 x7m lengths of polypipe stolen $40 Nettles & Aloes in Wool Fat container, my special mix $25 Handwoven woollen cushion $56 Black plastic recycling crate with plants from my shade house $65 (after listing them on facebook market for sale) Pretty sure a few frozen roo meats were taken out of the freezer $45 Windchime $12 When I moved, the stealing continued the first week at new address in Gin Gin (Australia -Australia Post related? common theme at each address, the post office and delinquent workers?? - 12 items stolen through the Gin Gin post office at next address in first month, and the Builyan postal contractor used to deliver my parcels to his friends who lived behind me.) Also, I want to mention; not sure what the issue was here, but one time he came out under the pretence to fix the pump to connect the dam water, and he brought his wife out with him. There was a definite ‘I lose’ vibe going on, so I’m not sure why I would ‘lose’ in that situation? maybe it was because he bought his wife out and I would have to meet her? or maybe it was because his wife had died her hair blond and I usually have problems with blonde women stealing from me? (Hate to say it but it’s true) or maybe it was something else entirely different? I just don’t know? What was the issue, prey tell? By the way he didn’t actually fix the pump, so maybe that was the issue, he came out pretending to fix the pump, he had no intentions of fixing the pump, but just came out wanting to talk to me while he pretended to fix the pump? who knows what motivates people? I find people very weird and peculiar; this is just another example. 4. Sterling Silver Double Open Infinity Lobster Claw CLASP for necklace STOLEN So, they left the necklace that Grandpa hand made me, (he was a silversmith), and just took the clasp. I would put money on the fact that it was a girl that took it, no man is going to fumble around with a tiny clasp. (These clasps are the best, and do not ‘accidentally’ come undone - that’s why it was stolen, the best). Theres that stupid short blonde bimbo again thinking I am not “deserved” of the ‘best’. I did not bother reporting it to the police, because the local police here do not believe anyone up here steals. {stupid too} It was taken of the first day I moved there. I believe it was taken by same girl who was harassing me at Builyan too, the same one who stole heaps of my seeds from my seed chest. - The girl who was known by certain people, certain neighbours like Suellen and Donny, as that thieving girl bought them off with free ‘empowerment’ activities for their little ZOMBIE girl daughter. Suellen and Donny – such cowards, when I am being literally tormented by this thief with 100’s of items stolen. Shame on them. (I believe the thieving dogs are doing the same to my current neighbours zombie girl daughter at no 108}. Also, this might be related to a musician, because quite often I have songs that just appear on my iPod shuffle as its playing, like when Dolly Parton released her new song, suddenly it started playing in my shuffle iPod. When K.D. lang released a song, back in 2015 or something, same thing - although I did try to find K.D Lang’s song again to listen, but it was gone! So, they can literally put songs “on” and take songs “off” my iPod, - this would be Apple related too (the genius of the people of Apple). The genius thieves. So anyway, there was a song that appeared on my iPod which was a slow-motion cha-cha, I’ve mentioned it on this blog before, and I think that thieving girl has heard me listen to that song, and has assumed that I have stolen that song, when I certainly did not, in fact I don’t even think those songs had been yet released (?). And so, she has stolen my goods, either out of an act of revenge, or she’s just jealous - a stupid jealous bitch, who wants new release songs to appear on her iPod (probably Olivia Newton John – no convictions, but I know they did a big ‘thing’ when she died, as in, my life would now be greatly improved, as she is dead.). Whoever it is does seem to have a lot of money, because she buys people off where ever she goes, SHE IS A SOURCE OF EXTREMEME TORMENT (like only a musician knows how to do), so could well be Olivia Newton John. I need to literally spell this out in order to stop this stupid girl thief - fuck off all musicians - stay out of my life, stay off my iPod, fuck off {and I have nothing to do with putting on and taking off new releases from iPod, so stop taking your jealous frustrations out on me). And no, I am still not gay. The unknown girl or whoever who took this from my bedroom, was NOT invited in. THERE ARE no invites into my life at all, ever, let alone my bedroom. That reminds me, other times they ‘mess’ around with my iPod; one day, while cleaning the house, I heard this really good song on my iPod shuffle, (magically mysterious how songs just suddenly ‘appear’ on my iPod) and note, when I was cleaning, as in ‘reward’ for cleaning, condescending rewards and punishments by STUPID DOGS – got to be landlord dog related. THEY HAVE BEEN DOING IT FOR YEARS. So, it was a type of slow-motion cha-cha sound - fast fast fast fast slow slow. I really liked it, as I had a sore foot, and could not Cha Cha any more. BTW, I learnt to cha-cha the year before from a ‘SYTYCD’ learning DVD -brilliant! when I say learnt to cha-cha, what I mean by that is, I learnt one step, and it literally took me months to learn it - that’s how completely uncoordinated I am!! But I had tremendous fun learning it, and when I learnt it, I had tremendous fun choosing fast songs and cha-cha-ing my dinner off, every evening, as fast as I could in the living room!! I also used to do it in the lap pool, really and truly, you should’ve seen how fast I was!! 😁 I really miss doing it, I lost weigt and got fit. But since I’ve had a collapsed arch, just can’t do it anymore. Anyway, I wrote the song name down because I knew I’d forget it, so I could listen to it later too, it was a weird classical song of some sort, with a weird name. But someone stole the piece of paper with the name on it, and I suspect the person who stole it was xxxxx xxxxxxxxx (I have no idea who…!) but I am left pinning after that song….. 5. QLD Rail Workers Stopping Caboose on Farm to Nosy Around, and Toll story So, this photo and blurb was deleted, not only off my computer, but off my back up. It explains how a QLD Rail train used to run through the property where I was living at Colosseum, – Alister Darcy Ward’s farm, and instead of racing through as it usually did (sometimes freight, sometimes passenger, sometimes just a caboose.) The caboose started stopping on the farm, at night, like around 9pm and sometimes 4am. I could hear them, plain as day. I had items stolen, and those rail workers are dodgy as all hell. I did contact Queensland rail about it they said there’s nothing they can do about such things and or their staff. I would like to add, they also did ‘Toll’ signs; (a phenomenon that the dogs have been doing for many years, but is a secret for some reason). After about, 3mnths after I moved there, every time I went into town, which was not that often. Say once a fortnight, I would have to cross a rail way, and after about 3mnths, suddenly, every time I went into town, I would have to stop for a ‘Toll’ Train – that is a train with the word TOLL written in huge blue font on every carriage. Those little boy rail works are messing about with targeted people (like lucky single ladies), and coming up with stupid things; like I have to pay them a toll every time I go into Miriam Vale, – hence why they steal from me – stupid items that have little value to such little boys, they just want to be ‘naughty’ like a pathetic little boy who has a crap mother. Guess what, it is not up to me to rein you in, I am not your crap mother or your most likely no-existent father – get a grip and stop driving people to violent thoughts. BTW, they still do Toll signs at Gin Gin. And it was just the same kind of torment in Gunnedah, and Bundaberg. And guess what, if I choose to go into town and not actually purchase anything – TOUGH TITTIES. That is my prerogative. My right to do so. Do you see what single ladies have to deal with? Most people I encounter are completely clueless about these types of mongrels, and what it’s like for single ladies, with these kinds of social retard’s. Life is hard enough to get by and make a living, but when you add MASS DOG TORMENT, on top of everything, it pretty much makes life impossible. Curse them, curse you all. those dogs are also on social media, and Gumtree, still harassing me. I also discovered at Sarina, it is not “QLD Rail”, but possibly Aurizon. And these are the ones that toot their hoon at all hrs of the night, waking the whole town. At first I thought Aurizon must have been a government run play toy for mongrels, but Aurizon is actually a private company! I wrote to them aswell, to advise management of what their drivers get up to with all their midnight tooting. But it did not make any difference. 6. Mums Woven Woollen Cloth Cushions STOLEN from bedroom at Colosseum QLD. April/May 2019 “Reward for info on my cushion, of 10 Callebaut Chocolate cream truffles.” (After I posted this on FB, someone broke into my house around 5am next day, and stole my chocolate too.) Another stolen item here at Colosseum. This lovely bright woollen cushion was woven by mum. Later, I hand sewed it into a cushion; I made up 2 cushions with the woven cloth. They sat in my bedroom on top of the black recliner chair. Some little bimbo has ‘broke and entered’ into my bedroom at Colosseum QLD, and taken 1 cushion, they left the other. This theft is absurd. The cushions were quite old now, and slightly ‘tatty’. The only person I can think if with motive, for sentimental reasons, is one of my 2 siblings Tomas Bieman or Penny Bieman. But both from different states, and neither has money to travel and steal a cushion. Nor possibly the desire to possess one. Only other option is short blonde bimbo who I have mentioned numerous times, who is obsessed with me. What is wrong with you? get your own goddam weaving mother, and own goddam woven cushion! Oh, I saw Catie Carter on the beach at Agnes, that was when my towel was stolen. She was a textile person…… I think it was her, it was the same person who stole my smorgasboard meal at Port Douglas when I was there 10yrs prior (just some stupid thief bimbo who took my whole full plate after I had left the table to use the bathroom). FUCK OFF you stupid dog. 7. Orange Tree was poisoned at Builyan - -no photo Possible someone following me around with a sprayer? 8. Nettles & Aloes in Wool Fat container, my special mix, stolen at Colosseum, QLD, 2019 Warning, this thieving story is full of offensive swear words – I was mad as hell about it, and still am, I cannot tone it down even 4yrs later. Actually, I purchased 2 tubs of wool fat, to make up my homemade Nettles & Aloes mix (to treat stings), because that company no longer makes it (and it is brilliant – for ant bites, bee / wasp stings, mosquito bites, zucchini leaf itch….) and some bimbo cunt, stole 1 of my tubs. Around about the time it was taken, again, all the way up here in QLD, 1500km away from the farm at Rangari and the plane harassment I had back then, there was a plane flying over, just up from the farm all day, as is always the case whenever they steal from me. (Police have informed me that there is nothing anyone can do about the planes – they don’t seem to acknowledge or realize the correlation between the planes and the thieves – they stupid). And yesterday evening there was a car revving behind the house in bushland (it may have been the neighbour Trevor Bayliss (who lives 1km away and we had not met at that point), or it may have been a recording, like what you see girls from the ABC radio station carry around the streets recording people. – I have seen someone on motorbike follow me around and play loud recordings at Gunnedah, usually it is bird recordings, not car revving). Or possibly landlord related, Darcy Ward or wife Julie Ward. Or the stupid blonde bimbo from Bunnings who follows me around and steals from me. I think I heard her once, claim to be my family, and “families share”. That stupid dog who is stealing from me, IS NOT MY FAMILY, and not sure what kind of family she has, but in my family, we don’t steal from one another. Possibly that stupid dog is from NEGS, as Anna Abbott always used to tell the girls in assembly “we are family” (I could see as she was talking about it, she was being totally evil, and meaning for it be a bad thing, and not a good ‘family thing’, as in, we are family so there is a level of fighting and squabbling which is acceptable – she was speaking and looking directly at those older girls, who were giggling. ENCOURAGING BULLYING. STUPID WOMAN. I believe she could see what was going on in church re the seating. And God knows what else she was referring to. I am certain there was a NEGS girl at my neighbours there at Colosseum when I went around there once. You know I had purchased 2 of these, did that stupid cunty bimbo blonde woman think that I had purchased 1 for me and 1 for her – I bet she did, such is the nature of STUPID WOMEN. I did not purchase 1 for anyone else, I purchased both for me, as it is hard to find this product, so I purchased enough to last my entire life – I did not purchase any for anyone else YOU STUPID WOMAN. Fuck off you stupid thieving cowards. Btw, I have updated this one a few years later, as someone had removed it, and after the Gin Gin police thought I was crazy and making all this theft and harassment up, well, after they had locked me up for 7 days to “determine” if I was crazy, upon discovering I was not crazy, I believe some of them (not the Gin Gin ones) they had tried to do something about the thefts? The plane harassment as greatly reduced, along with the amount of items stolen from me, - mind you they still do it, just not so overtly - I suspect that is because I now live in suburbia, and people will get suspicious if they hear a plane flying over me constantly all day long every day – see back on the farm, no one was there to notice. This is how pathetic cowards they are. An old man told me that it was the then, PM – Prime Minister flying over me harassing me, Turnbull. But I know it is women who are the biggest cowards, plus they are the most stupid, so I suspect a woman is doing the plane harassment, and the thieving?? Oh, Another reason why I think whoever stole that woolfat, was female, was because in the fashion industry, woolfat is used as an iron cleaner. I seem to have a lot of people from the fashion industry harass me, and this could've been taken by one of them, who can see- being the dogs that they are. I saw a neighbour at the units in Sarina acting sus, male, blonde about my age, but egged on and manipulated by bimbo women. I saw a girl with piggy tails driving his car, following me over to Grasstree Beach. He reminds me of some guy I briefly met at a party when I was 18, Tom Skipper? Maybe he is one of the lunatics following me around? If so, fuck off. Also, seeing that girl with piggy tails, I think I remember seeing her at least 3 times in different locations, following me around, she’s short and skinny with bob length hair that she wears in pigtails. Possible prostitute? I think he stole dozens of items while I lived there, or, well, maybe it was my other neighbours? Or maybe all? I have had food stolen, and he would be the type to steal food; the hopeless type that can’t budget for themselves. {I have always said, a man needs a woman way more than a woman needs a man. Now he is paying for his bad bachelor ways ha ha – someone said, that is just personal to me, as its my destiny, as written in my name! they were making a joke; (bieman) bi, as in both female and male in 1. I gave it some thought, I was amused, you can draw your own conclusions}. Also, I mentioned since I keep my laundry powder inside now, I still have it, like none has been taken. But my laundry powder was also taken from when I lived at Gin Gin, on that veranda. So, it must be the same person stealing my laundry powder?? {maybe it’s a known thing amongst thieves; a lot of people in QLD, don’t have laundries, but they have washing machines outside on the veranda or patio- so easy target for washing powder theft??} The police could easily find this out, they keep monumental tabs on everyone, he may have different name now, Dave? The police have already been here about him, as he threw a tantrum outside making heaps of noise, when I mentioned on my blog that I saw him sneaking back into his unit, so, sore looser and guilty. Someone called the police; it was not me. He belongs in jail. Oh, and there was someone in Gunnedah who used to pretend he was an old drunk man, and would walk past me every time I went into town at dads place. I always thought he was an old drunk man, as the servos was in our street, but after 20 years, when I saw him, I realized, an old man would have been dead by then, so it was some little prick trying to be funny. Trying to impress his older sister. I would say, this is the same person. Fuck off you idiot, you belong in jail, I do not know you, we are not friends, we never will be, you are a thieving moron. Zero tolerance for thieves. If I can make jail happen for you, I will. btw, Turnballs daughter, I am fairly certain, was in the same year as that thieving guys sister Sally at NEGS, same year, as Rachael Wainbergs sister, now calling herself Cate Rogers my landlord at Gin Gin – see, a big network of arrogant thieves, literally following me and stealing from me. What the ? And, at new address, there seems to be a qantas plane doing a little harassment here – and really low flying, so I can see it is a qantas plane, and not virgin. 9. Life is a Series of Many Years of Been Totally Screwed Over This generator was working fine (perfectly) until the pull cord snapped, - no other problem. So, I took it to Bororen Small Engines Mechanics, that guy there (Will Irvine) totally messed it up, so now it doesn’t work at all - because the pull cord that he put on, was way too short - so there’s not enough rotations for it to start. HOPELESS MECHANIC, all it needed was a bloody new pull cord, how difficult could it have been? – more interested in engaging in conflicting relationship with women, such a dysfunction, and a typical character trait of YOUNG perverts – women do it to.) This generator was a really good one, it was worth $1000, was very reliable, very easy to start. I needed it regularly at my last address near Gunnedah, because there were so many blackouts, it was invaluable. Although I have noticed up here in Queensland, there’s no power problems like in New South Wales, at my last address at Rangari, it used to go out at least every week, and sometimes up to 8 hours (once it was for 3 days). I’m pretty sure there was just some little idiot switching off the power off for no reason at all other than to be an attention seeking Nuisance, and of course because I had heaps of items stolen whenever the power went out, it meant my CCTV wasn’t on, so I’m pretty sure whoever was switching power off, was in cahoots with essential energy, and they were deliberately switching my power – stealing from me for no reason, other than, because they can. Bunch of bloody thieving yokels down in that town of Gunnedah. Anyway, I was stuck with a non-working generator. And I did need the generator at Colloseum, because the bloody landlord, Darcy Ward, lied to me and didn’t connect the dam, even though all the pipe and plumbing was in place for it to be connected - he refused to give me any water after saying that he would before I moved in, for my garden. So, I was planning on using my generator to pump water into a pod and bring it up to the garden by car, for emergency supplies. So, with no generator, I had to give up getting water, even though there was water available at the dam. I certainly could not afford to buy a new one, I tried to sell it, and the best price I could get was $50 - I mean, the guy who bought it, was a proper backyard small engine mechanic, so he would’ve got $1000 generator for $50, and all he had to do was put a new pull cord on – life is so easy for some people. By the way I took this case to the Department of fair trading in Queensland - and they were absolutely HOPELESS, guess who the name of the person, trying to sort the problem was: Vanessa Ward, WARD, same name as my little shit landlord. [But also, I’ve taken a 2nd case on a separate matter to the Department of fair trading Queensland, and they didn’t help out in any way for that one either, they’re just pretending to be a Department of fair trade - people go there every day, take home salaries, but they don’t actually do anything.] So far since I have moved to QLD, they have cost me around $1500 in local thieving business's.(later at Gin Gin, the sewing machine mecahnic cost me $1500 for a sewing machine - you know, I don't think he was even a mechanic, he was the shop girls husband, trying to steal money of people. Is this the standard everywhere in QLD, everyone just pretending to have an occupation? {later, the car mechaninc in Sarina - not a real mechanic., just a thief} Department of fair trading New South Wales was brilliant - over a 20yr. period, I have so many people trying to rip me off, especially in Gunnedah and Tamworth, I mean maybe it’s my long curly hair, but I’ve taken just over 100 cases to Department of fair trading New South Wales, and guess what, I’ve won every single one, there wasn’t one person that didn’t give me my money back after it was after ‘stolen’ from me in one way or another. 10. MY Container, Stolen from Colosseum farm by Female Local Dogs (with my plants in it) This was the container that was stolen on my rental farm, at Colosseum, near Miriam Vale, QLD. It was in my shade house at the farm Lowmead Rd, and they took this container and filled it up with my plants that I had growing in the shade house (native tubestock plants) so, stole the plants and the container. Can you believe that? Such a fucking mongrels. I’m pretty sure I heard female voices at the time of the theft, at 1-3 am in the morning. Most people think it’s men who steal, but in my experience, it’s always women. I only knew very limited amount of people when I moved there, I’d only been there about three months at that point. So, I knew the landlord‘s wife Julie Ward, my jobs provider in Gladstone, Tania Poschalk and Belinda Kristensen, (one had totally blonde hair, the other one looked like Catherine from Image Clothing) – (Image clothing that was shut down due to dodgy business practices), they were both very suspect in my opinion. But also, I had my plants on Facebook marketplace, selling them, and so it could’ve been anyone in the area who knew where I lived (I didn’t tell anyone where I lived OFCOURSE) but in small communities people find out these types of things, so they could’ve seen the plants on Facebook and thought, “I know where she lives, let’s go and steal them.” I mean this is how bimbo women think, they’re so fucking stupid I can’t believe it. They have no thought at all, that they are going to actually have to pay for it, on a spiritual level, that knowledge doesn’t even enter into their stupid little heads - and believe me, they will have to pay for it. Stupid. You can’t actually see the writing on the container, but it says Gunnedah Recycling, it’s a really old crate from 30 years ago, no longer used, from when dad lived at 18 Henry Street Gunnedah (now sold to strangers). You can still see the 18 on it, so that 18 and “Gunnedah recycling” will still be written on it, and someone in this area in Queensland, now has this container. So, folks go on, go out there hunt them down, go droning. And severely fine them. Mongrel thieves. 11. FlyScreen Wheel Tool Stolen on farm at Colosseum, Miriam Vale, QLD I had 2 of these tools . They stole one, and left the other – perhaps they thought, the 2nd was ‘spare’ – especially for them? Such arrogance. I did extensive flyscreen work, on this rental, all their windows and doors had been broken and vandalized. The landlord told me his son did it, and that’s why he kicked him out, and I was now living there. (His other son commited suicide, and was possibly still lurking around the farm). It was part of our rent agreement, that I would fix and replace the windows and doors, which I did. And I can see why he needed me in there to do it, as it required a lot of good communicating with the door manufacturer up in Gladstone – something in retrospect, that landlord did not possess. So someone, as in some DOG, has seen me using it, and thought ‘oh, how easy, I could fix all my windows too’. And so have without any thought of wrong doing, simply helped themself to my 2nd one. Thieves. 12. Could the Bimbo Obsessed with Placing Catheads under my Foot, please Bugger Off Someone collected about 20 of these, and placed them at the base of the steps at my house at Colosseum, in the hopes that I would walk on them with my bare feet. At a couple of my last addresses in Gunnedah, catheads were prolific. Catheads were a major weed, particularly at the Tulcumbah house. (Cell grazing – so much better way of raising cattle) infact you wouldn’t believe how big the catheads got at that place, honestly, they were size of a $.20-$.50 coin easy, lethal. So, anyway when I saw them at the base of my steps. I knew somebody had placed them there, because those Catheads don’t grow at that farm at all, there are no catheads there - it’s not a weed in that area. And because things like this have happened in my past, but I just thought that they were, you know, catheads growing as a weed, that I have accidentally trod on. It wasn’t until I saw this pile of catheads at the base of my steps, when I realised someone (an unknown person, an unknown coward) is literally going and getting these painful items in the attempts that I will tread on them. I believe again this will be NEGS related, going back to church. Desperate retards. For Christ sakes, I haven’t met one man that hasn’t been into this kind of thing - so go and find a man and stop picking on women - this is the epitome of cowardly behaviour. BTW at my next address in Gin Gin, someone did exactly the same thing with African Thorn Bush African boxthorn - Lycium ferocissimum. They went and got a whole heap of those long lethal thorns, (they look just like big old rusty nails), and lined them all UPRIGHT all across the path - only lucky I always watch where I am going with my head down, but one went through my Hush Puppies, missing my big toe by ½ cm. They are like big giant nails. So, this is just another two examples of how my feet kept getting being attacked, and why I still can’t walk, and have not been able to walk properly for five years, since my arch collapsed, in 2017. I literally have stupid bimbo people attacking my feet. I want to update this story I have talked about the same issue except done in a different way, in a very passive aggressive manner, in a kind of dance like manner; where one person can distract the other person and kind of waltz them around the room (and into an object), they are usually they're in the same room together, but not necessarily - so they'll be some people now going what the? what is she talking about - she's not making any sense, and for those people (so many of you on FB), I would just like to point out you are completely naive about what can go on in the human dynamic situation. Because, I have since learned that this phenomena is actually a thing in life now, it's called ‘coercive control’. It's what sometimes happens in domestic abuse situations, one scenario of it involves one spouse getting the other to say or speak in a manner that they wouldn't normally, in affect one person is using the other person like a puppet (the old man at Sarina unit complex used to do it – no wonder he is not married, arshole). And it can come about because one person is asleep at the wheel and letting herself (or himself) be manipulated, but it can also come about because one person has extreme trust for the other, so they don't think they will do anything ‘bad’ , and so they put themselves purposefully in their spouses hands. I'm not a person who is so easily manipulated especially around other people because I'm on guard, but those dogs found a time when I am not on guard, and that is when I'm on my own. I'm way more relaxed, and thus was open for manipulation. So, I believe I was ‘walked’ on to my lethally sharp carding pick at Kookaburra Park, it was near the window. It also happened before at Rangari when I was standing next to a big window, I trod on a knitting needle, it was like an arrow that went into my foot. I just know evil forces were at play then. There's a few other instances like the metal bathtub at kookaburra Park; it had a whole with sharp metal scrapings, and I cut my finger, I didn't feel like it was an accident, I felt it was done deliberate by someone who knew that that bathtub had that metal issue there. So that would either be Cate or Win or the neighbours? And see with Cate and Win, it would have been a competition to show off, as to who could be the most manipulative, and the most coercive. I find a lot of couples are like that, they enter into this stupid competition; if one person is a bitch, the other person will try and bitch match them. Another indication of the stupidity of humans. So, when I first wrote about it this, story involving African Thorn bush, I didn't know about coercive control, and I just said it was domestic abuse taken to a whole new level, but at the time, the pain stopped. I suddenly didn't have any more ‘accidents’ So I definitely hit the nail on the head with that story. I don't know how it stopped, whether someone knew who was doing it and spoke to them? or whether the person doing it thought that they were sneaky and getting away with it - thinking that I didn't know what they were doing, and once they knew that I was onto them, it wasn't any fun for them anymore? I don't know. But I believe it hasn't happened in quite some time whereas before, since about 2015, no actually, I think it goes back further to JJJ, when I used to listen to the radio in 1995? And especially when I was moving around after I left Rangari. It happened a lot. it's like the person doing it was literally following me from address to address? And whoever this person is - they belong in jail. I did mention on my blog when I was living at Colosseum, I had a visit by three people on the last day that I was there, I took a photo of them, I had my bodycamera on, and a little birdie late told me that one of them was a boy that went to my school at Limbri, so maybe it's this little retard delinquent who is following me around? I don't know, but I tell you, getting a photograph of everybody who crosses your path is essential for living a normal healthy life. Anyway, so I believe because of the “competition” factor, (because some little idiot must not have been able to use coercive control on me), they then went and got the thorns and the cat heads and deliberately put them somewhere where I would have no choice but to tread. So, while I say the ‘accidents’ have mostly stopped, the dogs may know how to manipulate my back (?) as I do have a back problem, it involves fascia. I just know this would be a thing for women who work in the health sector, sadistic ones, to try and manipulate somebody's fascia, to cause problems. I believe actually that's what they have been doing in 2024/2025, and intern there are people who see what they do, and then try to stop them: it's like the whole thing has got nothing to do with me, I just have to bear the pain. Again, writing about it seems to resolve the situation. So, I'd like to point out that these people are doing this to me, are complete strangers, I do not know them. They are not in my life. We do not talk ever; let alone would they know me well enough to harbour a personal grudge that would evoke a personal attack like this. Did I kill your pet? Did I steal your partner? Did I burglarize your house? GET A GRIP OF REALITY (I can’t believe how stupid the police are either). How fucked in the head Australians are? Major dysfunctional problems. Get out of my life you useless worthless bimbo raised retard. 13. Ornamental Pink Melaleucas, plus my Recycling Tub STOLEN from my Shade House near Miriam Vale April 2019 And, yeah, I've got nothing else better to do this morning than post this. So, this is what the local backwards cunt little girls in this rural area of Miriam Vale / Colosseum, Queensland, Australia do: came to my house at night at least 2 of them, (after I had listed I had some Melaleucas for sale on Facebook market place), and they stole my large 100L plastic plant container, and get this; to use it, to put MY plants in, and steal them direct out of my shade house. UNBELIEVABLE disrespect by retarded nonthinkers who have been raised by stupid mother bimbos in dysfunctional family units. HOPELESS mothers, hopeless families in Australia. I am so sick of others peoples dysfunction. Get a FUCKING BRAIN. Could be landlord’s kids related, Jess? Some years later, had a neighbour at Sarina who I recognised from Miriam Vale, I saw her under ones of those big trees at Miriam Vale, short, black curly hair, maybe abo. At Sarina she did cleaner work 7days on 7days off. And at that time I had my figure 8 clasp returned to the middle of the floor in that unit one night. So I am thinking it was her?? Has a partner who does not work. Btw, the plastic box/ tub was from Gunnedah recycling centre, an old one that is no longer used by them. It has 4 holes in the bottom and has “Gunnedah recycling” written on the side aswell as the number 18 (from a previous address – 18 Henry st). It will be easy to spot in someones backyard, and -I’ve joined the Facebook local drone club, so someone’s gonna spot it, and the thief is gonna cop it. I recalled more info about this when looking through my photos of shade house: after I first posted a Wisteria plant on Facebook market place (I have a business Farm Plants and Seeds), with a photo of the tub next to the wisteria, and other plants, then it was stolen AND someone at MIRIAM VALE pm, me about it – about the tub specifically, - unfortunately the message was deleted from my Messenger, otherwise, I would name and shame them, it was probably them, I recall it was an older female. STUPID CUNT LITTLE GIRL. BTW the tubes of ornamental Melaleucas that were STOLEN - are rare in area, so if you see them in someone’s garden, you will know it was them. I have joined a local drone group - WATCH OUT. Also, by the way, when I had to redo my whole blog (due to Wix antics), as I was writing this one; some scraggy women, kind of came up to me outside my unit at Sarina, and went “thankyou”, but in a really trashy like way! She seemed to do it for no particular reason, so I’m going to take it as a ‘sign attempt’, telling me that someone really trashy stole my plants. Lol Actually, I find this happens a lot, woman coming up to me or near me and stating “thankyou” or “sorry”, and then wondering off straightaway, so I am left wondering who the hell was that and why was she thanking me, or apologising in such a weird coy manner? 14. Credit Card details Stolen by known woman (old lady), but Bank and Flight Centre who know her, do not give up Name to Police. Actually, I will put the full story here, because there’s quite a few things that I noticed about this that didn’t make any sense, and there seemed to be quite a lot of people involved, not just some stupid little girl from Facebook as what it looks like on first glance. (The police are so easily tricked). I sold my old iPod which was not working for me, or iTunes was misbehaving so it would not work for me. Sold for a really cheap price, - so it did work, but I could not use it in conjunction with iTunes, thus rendering it pointless for me personally. But someone on facebook wanted it. It was someone with a fb photo of a family with baby – a very sweet photo. Unfortunately, I didn’t do (forgot) a factory reset, and this buyer managed to obtain my credit card details via this iPod, somehow - not entirely sure how, as I did not use this iPod for purchases or interment (?) When I sold it to her, she said her mother would be home, she gave me an address at Agnes Water, BUT later I saw that address was not a residential house, it was a backpackers /holiday house. And on the day, an old lady took the iPod from me (but, it would have been her who posted the fake photo of herself); and at the time there was this younger woman riding past me on a bike, waving to me quite vigorously (it was weird, I did not know her) she had two kids riding behind her; but I’m pretty sure I later recognised that woman who was waving vigorously at me, from a number of times when anything with stolen at certain shops, and that lady who is probably in her early 40s / late 30s, quite pretty, slim, well dressed- and if I told anyone she was a thief, no one would believe me. So, I don’t know what she had to do with it, but she had something to do with it. Plus, I later saw her on a Netflix tv show, it was an Australian vet show – it would not surprise me in the least if Australian dog actresses are trying to steal from me. So the girl on facebook said her name was Monique Jade Bahgallah, I suspect that’s not a real name, but some old lady posing as a young girl on Facebook who wanted my iPod (how she knew I would not do a factory reset is another question – she is probably DOG). Anyway, so she got my details she booked a flight online for $750 - so that amount was missing off my credit card. I contacted the bank and the bank said that they made a mistake and refunded me the full amount. But they wouldn’t give me any more details about it, as I suspect they know exactly who the person is who took that money, they know their name. And the business (Flight Centre) who took the payment, they absolutely refused to cooperate too, because they would most definitely have a name, and passport, and they refused to give me the name, and they refused to give the police the name either – when I asked them why, the girl said because they want to protect their customers (they are disgraceful moral-less company). So theft is going on, and they are allowed to get away with it - basically the people who can do something about it just don’t. I’m not sure whether they don’t want to ‘rock the boat’? or if they want to protect the stupid bitch who stole from me, as she may have been under age – but I know that is simply not true. Maybe the old lady thief has a lot of friends who protect her for some strange reason, (maybe she puts out!)? I am not sure of their reasons - but they can do something about it, and they just don’t. Silver platter - Monique Jade Balgowlah from Agnes Water forum go get. 15. Thieves who Visited Colosseum on my Last Day There Suspicious 2 men and 1 blonde woman who came round at Colosseum possible thieves, and or Julies dogs? Pavlovs Dogs? – she who is the sweetest, gets the dogs! These maybe the guys here on Monday who stole my floss? They said they were my landlords son, but they were dodgy as, turn up a day before I left. There was a girl too, but can’t see her on screen in my security camera. Sly. These could’ve been the people who drive around that country road whenever I ventured anywhere, like it was a very quiet rural location, yet when I would leave the property and shut the gate, suddenly there were five cars that would drive past. And of course, I would have things taken, so it is no doubt that those hoons hang around out there, and would come onto my place after I’d left and steal things (locked gate) and you know, they would nosy around - people (idiots) who don’t mind their own business. Also, those 3, kind of implied, well accused me, of stealing the landlords timber slabs. AS IF. And, later I was advised (possibly by the police), that the little one in the photo, is one of the dogs that follows me around everywhere I go, and works for women who steal from me. He possibly went to Limbri public school, same as me when I was 5/6yrs old. Completely nuts. I did have landlord problems at this house, aside from theft, one of the most disturbing incident I saw, was either the landlord or the farmhand (maybe the landlords wife, who knows) got an old truck, and was driving around just outside the yard, and he/she was going down the hill, and back up around onto the driveway outside my house, on the farm, and he/she did this all day, no kidding, all day, there was no point, no stock herding or anything, just mindless driving in circles - I wish I took a video and put it on YouTube to show you what kind of nutters I have to deal with as a tenant. I don’t have any rights to march out there and tell them to fuck off. I just can’t do it as a tenant, unless be prepared to be booted out. When that’s the only thing that needed to be said in that situation. FUCK OFF. 16. Ubobo Cat This is a review in my “Ban Google reviews of dodgy business on Google Maps”, but I had to a whole new photo story for it, a it really shows the true nature of most women. This petrol station/corner store, has a big HUGE chocolate brown cat who lives there, it sprawls out in the car park, where everyone drives up to get petrol! So, all the customers have to dodge it. The girl that works here skims the cream of each bottle they sell, for the cat!! Unbelievable. The owner is a genuine good guy, helps customers and his friendly to all, (just naive about women, having said that, I find most women are totally clueless about the true nature of men…and its only women who had no brothers growing up, are the ones that get married!!). That cat would simply lay out in the middle of the drive way parking area, not only was he big with a big fluffy tail, but he was brown - most unusual. I’ve never seen a brown cat before or since. BTW, she was not even careful with the cream jar, like if it had a drip down the side, she just put the lid back on and then turn it round the other way on the shelf, so customers couldn’t see it! Same as the previous page, I will now put here a little collage showing stolen items, that have not already been mentioned. I managed to fit all stolen items from these 2 addresses, in on 1 page Go to 'Items Stolen From me at Kookaburra Park, Gin Gin QLD'

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Page 4 Certain retailers and Australian post making my life difficult.jpg other business using my name to sell its fabrics - online thieves.jpg more food stolen out of freezer.jpg pen on string has gone missing again.jpg Port Macquaries Your Discount Chemist online thieves, again.jpg another 2 spatulas stolen in 2020, and 1 in 2019 .jpg suspected visiting neighbours kids stole hose sprayer then returned it week later.jpg WAX PRODUCT THAT DOES NOT WORK - this retailer is stealing from you.jpg Whole heap of beautiful pale pink paint stolen.jpg Manilla folder with Chronic Disease management care plan papers STOLEN.jpg knitpro stolen cable.jpg stolen knitting needle reminder.jpg Tank overflow kit BRANDNEW stolen.jpg Budget Truck thieves stole 680 dollars NO CONVICTION.jpg more stealing from ebay.jpg fake courier or one that just refused to deliver my dishwasher.jpg OMG these chineseAustralian ebay sellers are so dodgy.jpg STOLEN BRICK.jpg $60 Brandnew 500ml bottle of Rosemary essential oil hair care STOLEN.jpg stolen chocolates.jpg secateurs stolen.jpg The richest women in Gin Gin - they are stealing my food from my fridge.jpg Council Men in Beeping Trucks and who do Signs.jpg MICROSOFT DOG NERDS WASTING MY TIME WITH CAPTCHA NOT WORKING.jpg champagne sunglasses STOLEN - another pair of sunglasses.jpg Page 4 NEXT 1 2 3 4 (this) 5

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Some of the items stolen from me, while I was living at Rangari, Gunnedah, NSW. I did not start keeping track till after about 5yrs, when I realized I was being targeted by same people. So, there are heaps of items not written down. I want to add, if I ever had cash in my wallet, it would always be stolen too. Also, when I first discover something that has been stolen, particularly when I was living at Rangari, I used to get so mad and angry, especially after about the 200-300th item, and, because, "how dare someone steal from me!" And so, when I started writing about it and posting photos with writings, in those angry moments. I sounded quite mad. I have found a lot of people, as in, all people, cannot handle an angry woman, at all - and that's just on paper! I mean there is basically zero tolerance for anger in a woman. I would like to say, it is completely dysfunctional to be so scared of an angry woman. And so, I’ve had to rewrite and reword some of my photo stories, possibly eliminating some of the swear words, and maybe not being so gung-ho. But I did want to really portray how angry I was, and still am, and how much of the thief’s dysfunction, was passed across to me, in my now new attitude of "everyone can go fuck themselves". Because I have removed a lot of those irate words, when I read my blog now, it often comes across as quite comical, which is fine, because it’s always good to have a good laugh. But just remember, every single item that has been stolen from me, I was never laughing when they were taken. I was furious, with each item that has been taken, and I’ll not forget nor forgive whoever is responsible. Their karmic dept problem now. 1. 17 x Arabia Rustica stoneware dinner plates STOLEN, one at a time from pantry at Rangari, over 4yr period, 2012-2016 I inherited this stack of 22 dinner plates fro m my parents after they both died. They were given them as a gift on their wedding day. They owned the full set including bowels, mugs, tea pot, casserole dish, butter dish, bread plates….. One day as I was standing, staring at my pantry deciding what I should have for dinner, I noticed my stack of plates was not really a stack any more, in fact there was only 5 plates there, and as I had just finished putting away all the clean plates, the alarm bells suddenly finally started ringing. Someone had been taking them out of my pantry over a 4year period, one at a time, so I would not notice. I don’t know who would have taken my plates? I was 40km out of town, so it would be a big inconvenience for someone to drive all the way out, just to steal a plate. Although these plates sell on eBay for $22 each (then, probably more at the moment). There are multiple suspects; from my siblings to my next-door neighbour; to ebay staff; and other ebay members -people who are familiar with eBay. Although when I did inherit these, there were no hard feelings from my other siblings about these plates, so actually I don’t think it would be them -but you never know. Given the frequency of the thefts, I’m definitely thinking it was someone who lives close by, as in a neighbour. Of course, there is that little blonde short girl that I have mentioned, a definite likelihood that she did it, because these plates are ‘designer’ and any designer things, items or clothing, that I own; gets stolen. And it would come down to the fact that this particular thief doesn’t think that I’m worthy of owning a designer items, so she steals them. By the way, this particular set is by a famous designer named Ulla Procope who designed for the brand Arabia, based in Finland. This set was named “Ruska”. It was particularly famous dinner ware, mainly, I would say, because it was made out of stoneware, and stoneware is very practical, it doesn’t break easily at all, infact its practically ‘drop proof’. It was in production for 50 years after she released it, so it’s a very famous dinner set. I hope the person who stole it gets cancer and dies. This is not a game you stupid bimbo. Aswell as 17 of my stoneware plates, later, I had 10 x 500ml (large) Maxwell and Williams Porcelain coffee cups stolen, again one by one. Those mugs, from “House.com” were taken later between, 2016 -2019. Those mugs were unusually big, and had a fine rim, that’s why I chose them. Again, I don’t know who took the mugs, possibly the same short blonde, although I do have a new suspect concerning these mugs, and that was a lawyer and his partner. I lived on their property briefly, renting their cottage near their house, after Rangari farm sold. I got to know what that person was like, and he was quite vile (apparently it is a common personality trait for a lawyer) He’s the type of person that if he gives you something, he doesn’t really mean to. It’s like he expects it back in return for something or some such thing (? I believe it’s called ‘Indian’ giving – not that I am opposed to Indians, and know they are not Indian givers so to speak). For instance, when I was there, I was doing some gardening for him, in exchange for reduced rent (which by the way is the worst deal a tenant could have - don’t ever do it) But anyway, I asked him one day if I could use his watering can, I noticed it sat near their veranda not used. I wanted it down in my new shade house that we had both constructed for the vege patch. He said sure, very good naturedly. So, I started using it. But then over the next week, he kind of started whingeing about this watering can, going on and on as if he didn’t really want to give it to me -in a strange way, not entirely sure if that’s what he meant, but he didn’t ask if he could have it back, he just kept making these kind of snide remarks about his watering can - it was ridiculous. It was like truly antagonistic stupid old man drunken behaviour. Then the next thing you know, his partner Sarah who did not garden, I don’t think she even cooked. She was hopeless at wife duties, her talent lay in talking to people and schmoozing, she was Peters right arm. Suddenly she wanted to put a herb trough on the veranda, and so required a watering can. But, still, they didn’t ask for it back, I personally believe she got this little herb trough, just as an excuse to show me; see we do need the watering can, and you shouldn’t have asked for it. So this kind of passive aggressive stupidity is not something I tolerate. If you want something, you have to ask for it - I don’t respond to bully tactics, I didn’t return the watering can to the verander - if you want to get a response from me then you will have to do it like a sane person and communicate with me, in a sane manner. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. You can understand why I didn’t last at this place very long. (I did not take the watering can with me) Sarah has a lot of contacts because she’s married to someone quite wealthy, she kind of is worshipped by “class hung up” stupid little Gunnedah bimbos - the one that is short and has blonde hair and who steals from me, who I have mentioned numerously – she is like the opposite of that around Sarah!! I believe Sarah has something to do with the theft of my mugs, I know she does, in fact, she’s friends with the marketing people who came up with a pink mug one that would match my new replacement dinner set, which was pink. And also, why I suspect them, is because he gave my sister a travel mug when she used to work for him some years before, I’m not sure of the details, maybe she just saw him using them as they travelled together, thought they were good and bought a couple, or maybe he bought a couple for her - I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have stolen them from him, in fact I know she would not have stolen them from him. But anyway, she gave me one and possibly he saw me with this travel mug, and this triggered off some stupid revenge thought in his head, the Indian giver that he is. When I had to purchase replacements, I was fortunate enough to find a stoneware set in my favourite colour, pink, at an affordable price from a big chain retailer. I’ve had one bowl taken of those new ones (after I had moved location to Queensland). It was later returned, I believe the girl responsible for selling me those, was the one who replaced it, the stolen one is still stolen? But after all those crockery thefts, for quite a few months, every morning when I got up to reach for a bowl, I would think to myself, are all my bowls going to be there today, or will one be stolen again - and then if one is missing from the pile, I think maybe it’s been stolen, then race around the house like a chook with its head cut off, looking for it, only realizing that I left it on the Veranda or something. So, the damage of mental stress from petty thievers, far out ways the cost of the bowls, if I catch someone at my house stealing -no matter what their age who they are, - what do they expect will happen? (It is women (stupid bimbo bullybitches) in my experience that cause this kind of psychological damage) $10000 worth of stuff stolen over a 15yr period. The next Bunnings one, was one that I had written before I realized their game of trying to get me to steal, so they could have something over me, and feel justified in their thievery - and before I realized about the thief and harrasser's, my friends sister from school / Gunnedah, Rachael Wainbergs older sister (can't recall her name, but she changed it to Cate Rogers). So, I have not deleted this old one, even though the updated one was on my About page, because, I want to portray exactly what a long and tedious ordeal it has been trying to figure out who is stealing from me and why. And HA HA HA you loose, as I am not, nor ever have been a shoplifter - YOU BIMBO MORONS ha ha ha aha ahaha ha ha ha hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahha! Actually I think this situation has more to do with the perpatrators being "sluts" or really being made to feel like one, when they compare themselves to someone is who is celebate. They are totally nuts - there is certainly nothing wrong with being 'indiscriminate' in the lonely long night of life, if that's what you want. 2. Bunnings Hardware Network of Female Thieves - Story before I realized about their Evil Entrapment Plan Here is my retailers stealing from me story: (before I thought it was because of that pin – it has been a long and stressful process of determining who is stealing from me) Retailer stealing from me: I’m not talking about overcharging at the checkout (some do that {woollies Gunnedah – put items through twice} But I literally mean following me home and stealing from my house or sending in “dogs” to steal from my house, when I’m in store, as they know my house will be vacant. This is been going on for some time and not only shops from when I’m physically visiting them, but online shops are stealing from me as well. At first, I thought it was just Bunnings (the Bunnings bimbos) stealing from me, as it was very clear every time I would shop at Bunnings something would be stolen, they know when I go to their store, my house is empty, so that they can just call someone and send them in to the house to steal (they have many connections) – they turn the power off first so my CCTV does not catch them. I come home, clocks are flashing and something, usually 1 item of no real monetary value has been taken. And there was very suspicious and dodgy staff would follow me around the shop whenever I went there, they would try and play God with voice-over microphone/music, sometimes they would do jokes, sometimes they would a plot traps to try and piss me off so I have to walk all the way up to the other end of the store to get help - they’re just generally bored nuisance bimbos, over a 10 year period, (Tamworth Bunnings) and by the way I would’ve spent about $40,000 instore over that 10 year period, and they would’ve stolen about $10,000 worth of stuff from me, so this is not just a trivial matter I’m talking about here I’m talking about a big petty crime network. (Btw, I can clearly remember some of those female staff, I have a very clear image of who you are, even though I don’t know your names, and it’s just really unfortunate I don’t know your name because I would certainly be naming and shaming you if I did, and most unfortunate I did not get a photo of you, if I had a photo I would be putting a photo up of you online -your behaviour is disgusting get a brain you stupid dog, one of them was kind of butch looking (not gay) and had a blonde piggy tail – the blonde piggytail bit was stolen - BLONDE PIGGY TAIL) -this was before I wear a bodycam, I wear bodycam now, and it’s made a huge difference to my shopping experience, and I can actually go through a store without being verbally abused) Having said, that I’ve recently noticed and looking back over the years as well, it’s not only Bunnings Bimbos, it’s all retailers. I will go so far as to ALL. For instance, if I buy some seed online, my seed tray was stolen. I bought a torch from Kogan online, my torch was stolen (my other torch- you can never have too many torches) I bought some fabric from Spotlight, my capri pants pattern was stolen and later 2 silicone spatulas and some herb tea in a Bromoil Rocco Quattro Stagioni Preserving Jar was taken from my kitchen, I purchased some hose fittings from Bundaberg TradingPost, my hose o rings and awl were stolen. So, I, can most definitely see a pattern forming, you’d have to be as blind as a bat not to see it. I’ve had to take great care whenever I go out, to put not only my CCTV camera on, which by the way is pretty hopeless because they just turn the power off, but now there is new technology and I can have cameras that don’t rely on electricity, they can last all day, easy so it’s just a matter of remembering to turn them all on and take the proper security precautions every time I go out and I’m talking about every time I go out, even if it’s for a couple of hours outside gardening, or having a shower, cameras have to be on. As you can imagine this is a huge nuisance and I’m just left wondering what the hell is wrong with this country, anyway I recommend not having kids. Of course, I never set foot in Bunnings, but unfortunately the girl at the local hardware here steals from me too – a general hardware problem, I only shop online now – of course they try to steal my mail, currently working on that (was banned from the local Post office as a result of trying to do something about it - thieves) and I am pretty sure, online retailers have started stealing from me too – copycats. 0h, that skinny girl with brown hair and freckles, could be Charlotte Powel, apparently, she was a bully at NEGS – what a stupid dog, she is going to be in major karmic dept to me. (Plus, she has ties to my neighbours the Carters – bullies) Of course, I suspect my neighbours have something to do with it, I know they did when I was living at Rangari, Heath Barwick and Emma Finlayson. (Heath used to steal from my brother when they were at school, his friend!!) And my new neighbours David Hooker, he built this house, he knows how to remove the back door to gain entrance, plus he is sore at my landlord for not paying the final payment on the construction of the house – I found out she didn’t pay it because he did a total dodgy job, and I as a tenant living here, I can see what a bloody dodgy job he did, there are holes everywhere, and I concur with my landlord, she should not have paid him any final sum. Why he has to take out his annoyance with her on me, tells you a lot about this person - idiot. And I suspect he or Andrew Lucas from Wallaville, part shut my gate when I moved in, so I would hit the moving truck with it ($800 damage) he did it because (I heard the removalist say “he is on our side” – I was not sure what he meant when he said it, but I know now, as later when I paid the removalist, Andrew Lucas from Wallaville, I made a mistake with my calculations and underpaid him, he never said anything at the time (problem) but later I realized my error and texted him I would pay the rest the following day. But it was too late as either Andrew or David part shut the gate in retaliation – USELESS STUPID HICS. No conviction. So, I am guessing any slight grievances, or none, since it is fun for stupide people to act all ‘bad’, and to come up with ways to steal, I strongly suspect he, that whole family (his daughter and son-in-law, who live there are stealing from me (I would say the wife has no idea) btw, after 20yrs now of noticing the type of person that antagonizes and steals from me -it’s always the STUPID ones, ALLWAYS, they are drawn to me like a moth to a flame. IDIOTS. Infact this is so true, I know I have had people watching me to determine who the really stupid ones are, so they can use them – the stupid ones make excellent work dogs! 3. White Seedless Grape vine Stolen by Bimbo Ideas Girl This was stolen by some unknown girl who gave me the idea of doing some grape cuttings to sell, which I thought was a good idea, so I did. And this stupid dog of a girl thought she then had the right to steal one of them, because it was her idea. HEY bimbo, you do not have the right to steal my plant or anything of mine. If you want to discuss the situation with me, I am all ears, farmplantsandseeds@gmail.com I’m guessing this particular girl who latches onto people mainly to steal their thoughts and ideas, because she doesn’t usually have any thoughts or ideas of her own, so she has finally come up with a good idea, and she’s been so pleased with herself, as it so rarely happens, that she has stolen my grape as proof to herself! (it could have been a politician, or a politician trying to save the bimbo woman.) She just hasn’t figured out that if she wants a grape plant, she actually has to purchase it, or be gifted it - she can’t just steal it. Also, by the way, I have had quite a few plants taken from my shade house just like that grape, including at each new location I have lived. Plus, when I did my TAFE horticulture course at the Gunnedah TAFE, several plants were stolen out of the TAFE Gardens. I recall planting a couple of spare plants I had there, along the sidewalk, then returning the next day to see them ‘disappeared’. It seems plant theft is big amongst bimbo women. Wakey Wakey Women – your are meant to be responsible enough to earn equal pay, this shows me you ARE STILL NOT WORTHY OF EQUAL PAY. 4. Car Jack Stolen out of my Car when parked at Mechanics - stolen by a jackass JACKASS JACKASS This was stolen after I had just visited Tamworth and been to D ecorama. I was trying to get an electric blind motor- and it was the most extraordinary experience; these two people working in the shop basically refused to serve me, and they did it in this most peculiar way, the guy was standing in the doorway out the back and he was talking to himself and doing these strange hand gestures, then the girl at the counter, after I asked how much for a motor, and I’d like to pay for it, and I was basically shoving money at her - she just continued talking like a zombie and didn’t make any sense, and refused to take my money! Suffice to say I couldn’t purchase my item from them and I had to purchase it online, it was very strange, I was thinking on the way home, actually it was when I got home and pulled into my garage “what a bloody jackass that guy was, not to mention the airhead salesgirl”. Then the next thing you know this jack was stolen from my car, so if it wasn’t the jackass, it was the airhead who heard me. Also, I believe someone else, heard about what happened, and they created a show called Jackass. Because they believed this Jack was stolen after I accused one of them of being a jackass, even though I accused them in my mind, didn’t actually say it to anyone, it was way after I left the shop and had driven home all the way back to Gunnedah, which was an hour away, it was just a thought “what a fucking jackass”! So, someone in the entertainment industry, believed whoever heard me say Jackass to myself, stole my jack, because they were so offended by such a strong swearword! Can you believe that stupid thieving dog? And as you can see, it’s gotta be female, only a stupid fucking mother would be so offended and brainwashed at a swearword, which isn’t even that bad anyway, it’s just a way of expressing how you feel about someone - they have no common sense at all. NONE. If you behave like a fucking idiot, then I’m going to THINK that you’re a fucking idiot, there’s no escaping this, it’s a fact of nature, it’s part of being a savvy woman who thinks, forms opinions and makes decisions. That Jack was also specific to my car, it came with the car. I think I should point out the difficulties I have in obtaining something that was off-the-shelf, like that automated roller blind. Imagine if I wanted to build my own home, I mean that was just one purchase, homebuilders have zillions of items that need to be bought, just like that. I mean talk about impossible. And I am going to take this a little further; this kind of behaviour that I experienced in store at Decorama, is something I’ve experienced my whole adult life in business as well, - perhaps not as extreme as those 2 people, but I did experience some similar problems when I was buying fabrics and materials for my business in Sydney/Central Coast. It pretty much makes a lot of things I do absolutely impossible, and I mean when you run a business, it’s hard enough doing the work and maintaining your customers base, whilst balancing the books - but when you have to deal with business people, who refuse to do business with you, even refuse to communicate with you - your business will suffer somewhat. Sometimes there are work arounds, and sometimes there’s not - I mean, maybe I should have written a letter to the government; Dear Government, why are my fellow Australians such a bunch of fucking idiots? but I’m pretty sure my letter would have got tossed out. So, for my current situation now, I make no apologies, except, as I mentioned, I’ve been handicapped in my foot, and I know it was done deliberately, possible, because I said the word fucking idiot – to myself about some fucking idiot. So, I expect to be compensated for it! I still have not been, still can’t walk for longer than 20 minutes, and have been refused Disability 3 times. 5. Ariat (stamped) Shoe Brush, (used), Stolen out of my Shoe Kit at Rangari 2017 (Can you believe those jealous bimbos) Stolen from house at Rangari, Gunnedah, NSW, 2017 aprox (Similar to this one , only nicer, my money is on Peter Longs daughter, no CONVICTIONs) Btw, the brush came with this bag, but they did not take the bag, they must have missed it ha ha. Also, much later, a “little birdie”, whispered to me; people steal my good quality items, particularly any designer brands, because of Robert Cull. Now, Robert Cull was a landlord of mine at Bulga farm, for 4 years. Shortly before I moved there, he himself had only just moved into the large farm homestead with his new wife; as he just inherited it. Bulga Station, as it’s known, is a huge farm in Gunnedah, one of the biggest and one of the best soil. Now before that, Robert was living in my same rental house there, opposite the homestead, before I moved in. And it was fairly unkept, typical of a single man. I made the simple observation, that this guy, had probably just been bumming around doing odd jobs here and there, farm hand stuff, all his life, and then suddenly, he inherits a multimillion-dollar business / career, with large house and wife to boot. So, I didn’t say anything about my observations, just wondering exactly how deserved of a person was he, for this fantastic win-fall - not that I didn’t like him or we clashed in anyway, in fact out of all my landlords, they both, probably were the most ‘normal’ and healthy ones, that I’ve had. But I kept my personal opinions to myself, however, I suspect someone (as in, a not very savvy dog personality), got wind of my thoughts, and, thought that I was implying, perhaps, that Robert is not deserved of such a win-fall, and so then this person has decided to “play sides”, (just like a STUPID DOG would, I have to repeat that - this is EXACTLY what DOGS do, they take some minor passing thought, and turn it into something untrue. DOGS are the most stupid creatures in this country, you cannot trust them, ever.). Anyway, and so they have proceeded to steal anything of good quality or is a designer brand, of mine, implying that I am the one not deserved of any good quality items – read my story called “The Big Jelly Baby Scam”. So, I am thinking possibly it was his kids? They were both young, and as I recall the older one was quite disrespectful (in the, ‘not very well bred’, kind of way). Maybe they heard my observations and decided to hold a grudge against me (as stupid young gung-ho men do? And the whole thing has escalated out of control with every stupid blonde hoping on the band wagon - The Big Jelly Baby Scam. Btw, the brush came free with the shoes – I did not inherit such a win-fall! I just believe in the importance of proper foot wear, possibly another reason why they attacked my work boots with the hole, infact the more I think about that, the more it must be true, as Peter Long had major issues in regards to money and designer brands / good food, such as I had - (read my Tyre Sabotage Story). If you talk to someone long enough, eventually they give themselves away. “who do you think you are with all those Berries and Fruit tree plants” {I note as I am older, with my foot widening and developing a higher top arch, Ariat only slightly offers such a new fit, with their ‘c size’ being a wider fit), but really, they do not make shoes for an older foot, they prefer young and still ‘streamline’ beautiful.}. You know that whole town as gone to the dogs - and I bet that whole extended Long family is the reason. 6. Swimming Goggles - Stolen from Car whilst Parked at Gunnedah Pool I have a goggle story, but first, by the way, the owner of the pool Mrs Struan, I knew, as I would often accompany mum up to the pool every morning for laps - mum was up at the pool every morning, rain hail or shine, for at least 25 years, so Mrs Struan knew mum very well, she attended mum’s funeral later on. I just wanted to mention that because I know it will totally vex the girl who stole MY goggles. I am trying to vex her out of my life (if she knows what’s good for her -stupid dog. Get off my back.) Anyway, I considered myself lucky to have goggles, it makes it much easier if you’ve got goggles, you don’t have to constantly wipe your eyes, and chlorine or salt doesn’t get in your eyes. I do recall a time in my youth when I did a lot of swimming, and mum refused to buy me goggles, I guess she was sticking to her budget with four kids and single income, even though I was pestering and pestering her. Later that year was our swimming carnival, it was a year six, and I (without goggles) managed to win Senior Girl Champion, and I got a big trophy - so it was only after I did that, she finally purchased some goggles!! (Btw my eyes were watering like mad in the final heats of the day, someone asked me if I was crying, as I was hurrying from one race to the next!! Actually I think it was part from the chlorine, but also part from the stress of having to be called back race after race after race, with a lot of pressure, something I had not yet experienced in life. I’m thinking, maybe I was glad I didn’t have goggles, because I wasn’t entirely sure if it was 100% the chlorine, I knew I certainly wasn’t sad in anyway, even though there was certainly no pressure from mum to “win”, they were not those kinds of parents; I could see up to the picnic table, Prue must have told her about my winning streak, and she came down from her picnic spot on the hill to support me!! - there was heaps of attention, all on me, and constant exertion, no time to “collect” my thoughts. Such happy memories!! 7. Fire Trowel, Dust Pan, Stolen on first day of living in New Rental at Rangari This was taken on the first day that I moved into my new rental house at Rangari. I was not there at the time; I was back at the other house. My brother Tomas and dad were moving my stuff, plus the landlord, David and Brenda Heywood were there, moving their furniture out. So, one of the above stole this trowel. This was the first of close to 500 items that were stolen from that Rangari rental in the 10 years I lived there. There is no hope. The only person I know who didn’t take it, was dad. I should mention there is another possibility, and that is the neighbour, Heath Barwick. A ‘little birdie’ later told me, adamantly, that it was David Heywood who was stealing all those small items from me at Rangari (about 500 small items taken). Maybe David was one of those yahoo cowboy country types, who spent their whole young adulthood getting “wasted” and drunk as skunks, like so many young men do, certainly did back in my time. So, this lifestyle has warped his brain into being a grown man thief? Idiot. 8. N.E.G.S. related Theft - plank of hardwood stolen off veranda at Rangari, NSW near Gunnedah / Tamworth This was the first of about 12 pieces of timber stolen from me over a several year period. This is why they were stolen: Before I begin, I believe this dream was brought about from weeding in my garden at Rangari. I noticed as I was kneeling, weeding away, I would get really pissed off. I would have these really angry thoughts, and I stopped one day and thought why on earth am I so angry, all I’m doing here is weeding. It’s not that bad. And it would’ve been that night, when I had this dream; Just remembered a nightmare that I have had since school. About Anna Abbott, the then school principal, who starting using the prefects to arrange seating in Church, so that I would be across from her on one of the pews, that had those hardwood kneelers – to watch ‘face pulling’ whilst I was in a lot of pain in my knees, I remember the then Reverend: Mr Wearne who kept us kneeling once for 11minutes. One day she brought her friend in to watch, that’s what the nightmare was about, the alarm bells must have gone off then in my head “who the hell is that, what she is doing here and why is Abbot and she staring at me. If I had not remembered that dream, I would have gone my whole life not realizing what had happened every Sunday night and Wednesday morning for those 6yrs, and how women abuse children passive aggressively. I recall one day, a girl sitting down from me did not kneel, I looked down the pew as Abbott signalled the girl, then she gestured with her hand, a hand gesture to kneel. One sick bitch. Women really are non-thinking, and that expression ”smart as a whip, but no common-sense” - it’s really true. I did mention this before in my story “Arthritis caused from kneeling at church in school twice a week on hardwood kneelers”, but I did not mention all the stolen hardwood planks – someone else must have pieced together the correlation between kneeling / pain /weeding and that fucked school. You know, you have to let people know about it, or it will continue to happen. You especially have to talk about it with your kids, even if it’s embarrassing or shameful, you still have to say what can happen to you in life, what people are really like, otherwise it will happen to your kids - that’s how it works. A genetic generational thing. BTW, Little birdie told me it wasn’t Anna Abbott who started doing the kneeling thing, it was sheepdog Charlotte Powell, but everybody else saw Charlotte doing it, and everybody else chimed in, including Anna Abbott, so all of those girls should be $$^^$&^$&*&$%, as far as I’m concerned, it’s like bullying is encouraged in Australia, at schools. And by the way, Charlotte continues to bully after school, she must have no life at all. And a fucked mother. 9. Eucalyptus Microcorys - Tallowwood SEED that was STOLEN This huge tree grows in the paddock just down from my farm house that I rent. There are quite a few of them all along the water course that runs through the farm. At certain times of the year, especially when it puts on a new flush of foliage, and when the sun hits it just right, it is a stunning tree. The leaves are a particular shade of bright green, they are a little unusual infact, then that together with its brown trunk, it’s just a really pretty mature Gumtree. So, I decided that I should definitely collect some seeds and give people the option of growing this tree if they want. One day I took my rope and managed to lasso a big branch that I could see, and had ready seed capsules on it. It was way up high, in that tree pictured (standing on the back of my Ute – it was a challenge!) I collected a whole heap, and obtained a massive number of seed, that I then started selling online with all my other varieties (at localseeds.com, back then it was ebay). Anyway, someone later broke into my house when I was out mowing, and stole the whole lot - millions of trees worth. I hate people. It could have been the property owner David Heywood, but I doubt it, he and Brenda really had no interest in the farm, aside from their Angus cows, nor did they have any interest in me or what I did. So, possibly even more likely, his daughters? Who I never met. But David and Brenda, now, get this, I am fairly certain, later in retrospect, those two used to steal for me in order to improve their marriage, if you know what I mean, in the kinky sense. I mean how disgusting. (No conviction). But I also suspect people from the horticulture industry are stealing my seeds, and specifically people related to the television industry, as they can see that I have these fresh beautiful tree seeds. And I should mention here, these people, who have been stealing from me, from that industry, sometimes do signs blaming someone by the name of Daniel Salem, they literally do signs, some people won’t understand what I’m talking about here, and just think crazy, but I know that there are plenty who can also see. So, they state it’s Daniel Salem who steals from me, and he’s the stalker harassing me. As you can see from this story, it is quite plainly NOT Daniel Salem, he was a friend of my little brothers from 30 years ago at school. I don’t know this person well, we only met probably twice, we don’t have any kind of relationship at all, and never did. As far as I know he has no interest in seeds or horticulture, unlike a lot of greedy women that I know of, who have such little respect for me, that they steal from me. Women in that area also stole my wool for knitting, plus my Eucalyptus melanophloia seed that I collected from Barwick‘s property was stolen. I also think they are stealing Pima cotton from my Egyptian cotton plants. Goddamn jealous cockanninnie dogs, get off your arse and create your own garden, you non-thinking nitwits. If it was Daniel Salem – he belongs in jail. I would have no time for anyone who has stolen anything from me. Not ever, there is not going to be any “Edward Norton and Helena Bonham Carter” moment. You will have to ask God to forgive you, because I will not be. Also, I collected more of that particular tree seeds from the side of the road, as I was heading over to Tamworth early one morning. But while I was parked out front of the head office at Easters (big landscape shop in Tamworth), in Hume ST (a quiet out of the way street), a tall brunette man broke into my car and stole my gum seeds that I had just collected from Bulga rd, that morning. I did not see the man do it, I just saw a man behaving suspiciously before I entered the water feature shed nearby. I assume it was him. However, when I walked back over to the head office, the people there, about 5 girls, were behaving extraordinarily strange, I believe, because they saw the man break into my car while I was in their water feature shed. - ?? but DID NOT DO ANYTHING – HOPELESS BIMBOS? They either ‘aid and abetted’ him, or wanted to protect him. They are guilty dogs. (Also, the fibreglass trough I purchased from them, sprung a leak a few weeks later) This one was deleted, I had to rewrite. GULITY 10. 4 Wheels AND 4 Tyres, stolen, off my Daewoo car near Gunnedah I told the Gunnedah police about this, it’s a small country town, they could have done something about this, BUT THEY DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. They are bought and owned by the female mafia that run this country. I broke down on the Orange grove rd, just out of Gunnedah , between house no 2272 and 2111 Orange grove rd, Gunnedah (most likely number 2150 or close to it, it was dark). And the house numbers are still not listed on Google Maps for this road. I walked up to that house after the wheel nut or something came loose, the only one with lights on at 7pm or so, asked the guy who lived there for use of his phone, and phoned NRMA, they said they would get out there tomorrow and take it to Ivan, my mechanic. I had to pay him $250 then and there. I then phoned dad and arranged for a pick up back into town the following week to get the car back (I lived 30km out of town). I then asked the guy for a lift to my house, which was about another 2-3km down the rd, if that. Such problems if the car breaks down, especially in rural areas. The guy gave me a lift, (in his brand-new BMW – about a $80000 car). But suddenly half way to my place, he got the shits, as if the 2-3km was suddenly an eternity. I tried to reassure him, but I was not used to dealing with such a display of fluster from a man. Weirdo. We got there, I got my bag out of the back seat, I thanked him, he left. So, the next day, I believe my car was towed into the mechanics. I did not have a phone, so I just assumed it was sorted. But the following week when I went it to Ivans, I discovered that someone had gone to my car in those 6-7hrs before the NRMA turned up, and had stolen, not only the tyres, but all 4 wheels. Can you believe that? Moron thieves. So, the NRMA could not simply tow it, he had to arrange a special truck and crane. Now, in retrospect, I believe that the guy from that house (BMW driver) went back and stole the wheels, since he got the ‘shits’ half way. I also remembered something; (now I believe I had written this down, but I could not find it anywhere?). When I got my bag out of the back, it was easter time, so I had, in my bag a whole heap of easter eggs, I did not think too much about them, just grabbed the bag and got away from the weirdo tantrum thrower as politely as I could. But I think that little boy had seen my easter eggs, and because I did not give him one, that was the final straw in his LITTLE head, that triggered the wheel theft. Such a dysfunction – so undesirable. And btw, any woman who marries such a child – is a foolish moron too. I was used to dealing with a lot of Country farm folk, and people are usually friendly, and only too willing to help in a situation like this. So, this ‘child’ was something new to me. Since he was a BMW driver, I can only assume he was actually a city person pretending to be a farmer. Btw, driving this $80000 car, but his house was an absolute dive, - really – ‘shack like’. A strange priority. And actually – the alarm bells ring, possibly a deliberate sabotage to break down, and stop at this persons house with their fancy new car? Not sure why? He was very strange, and I remember the news was on when I turned up explaining my car situation to him, and it was like he was watching the news trying to see what to do from the news. He was really odd. But later when I was driving with dad somewhere, he also was behaving a little strangely, he something to me about the tyres which did not make any sense, it was actually like a zombie moment for him. Fuck off you dysfunctional morons. Also, around the same time, may have been before, I can’t quite remember; but my car started making a funny noise on that road home one day, and I had stopped to see what it was, something fell off near the wheel right as I was looking, I can’t quite remember if it was a wheel nut or what, but there happen to be someone driving past some farmer, and he stopped, and he saw the problem and fixed it. So that was good I thought, but I also thought at the time, mmm well how convenient that that guy was right there, just at the right time. It seems like a bit of a unlikely coincidence to me. So I’m thinking these two situations are related. Maybe there was two sabotage attacks on my car and someone had seen the “set up” and so sent that farmer out there specifically to help me, which he did, but I guess the second attack, nobody saw so the car broke down? Oh, I should add this to my tyre sabotage story, not 3 but 4, 5 times, plus my foot sabotage – seems to be so many retarded morons who are OBSESSED with me. What the hell is wrong with them? FUCK OFF. Do I need I stamped on my forehead? Stop putting YOUR dsyfunction on me. 11. Rowan Leigh - Never go to music festivals I just remember something re the stealing: (I had to rewrite this, as the first time I wrote about it here, the whole paragraph was deleted – telling me, I am hitting the nail on the head – these ones are guilty and should be severely fined. it was 1999 or thereabouts when I moved out to Rowan Leigh , a lovely farm about 30km West out of Gunnedah (with only dam water). I moved out there after working in the fashion industry for 10 years (oh the peace and quiet – I was in heaven, heavenly bliss!) About 1 month in, one hot day, about six young men (with no tops on) turned up and said that they used to live there and they had forgot some things, would it be okay if they went and had a look to see if they were there. I said sure, (I so naive I can’t believe it). So, they look around the whole property in the sheds too, they come over to my house and walk past a big room on the edge of the path, they would’ve looked in and seen nothing because it was actually a really big house and I didn’t have much furniture or stuff back then. So this particular room was completely empty and I overheard one of the boys say “oh she doesn’t have anything anyway” and then I realised those boys did not have good intentions. They left pretty much then. But because of all the stealing since I’ve lived in Gunnedah, over the next 18yrs, in retrospect I’m pretty sure those boys would be a part of it - and those boys would have been sent out to my house by someone. I don’t have any idea who. But it would’ve been organised. I’ve always stated that the thieving that goes on from me, has been organised, it’s not just random opportunists. I did not know any of those boys, they appeared to be all short and skinny, early 20s. – infact the shirtless kind you would see at a rock festival in Sydney, total retards, boys raised by stupid bimbo mothers. No one does anything about it. I suspect those boys are still stealing from me today, even though I have moved 700km away. They would be in their 40’s now. It must be nice just hanging out with someone who didn’t have a bimbo mother, someone who is mentally healthy, and doesn’t have all the bullshit that they have. Fuck off. Btw, more bad SHORT people - you know, this is been something I’ve noticed now at age 47, as I have gotten older, the more times I’ve had to deal with short people, the more slightly retarded they appear. I can’t begin to tell you how important it is for parents to feed the kids properly otherwise they grow up to be slightly retarded. You know when I moved back up to Gunnedah, after working 10 years, it was such a relief to be away from all those people harassing me, and just being general bullies in the workplace. It was really kind of unbearable. I think, most people just must be threatened by me, and act accordingly; I find them rude and disrespectful, it's like they were raised with no morals, just really different from how we were raised in the country and all of our friends. And it's strange that those people have no idea how unbearable they are, and how their way of living their life, could be greatly improved just with some mere values, ethics and morals. It's strange how they could think that they should inflict their dysfunction on other people. Anyway it was really so good to move to Rowan Leigh, it's just too bad that the leeches from Sydney (I bet they were radio music related: such thieves who work for radio stations JJJ) found me at Rowan Leigh. Imagine if I had never moved to Sydney, and had just moved to Rowan Leigh; how different my whole life onwards would’ve been, without those people harassing me and stealing from me? How better it would've been. But, I'm pretty sure I still would've enjoyed my solitude, even if I didn't have people harassing me, but I think the bullying and harassing is that what tips the scales for someone to live in solitude, it's just a simple reaction to an action of others, but with an extra ‘gratefulness’ of being able to be alone. 12. Engine Oil for my Mower – STOLEN 2006 I think this was stolen by the removalists who packed my furniture in Melbourne? (at considerable cost, I do not recommend opting for that kind of service). Also my 2L of Machine oil went missing, (the good type for sewing machines) – it may have been stolen by the Melbourne sewing machine mechanic who serviced my industrial sewing machine at my house, but had to come back as the needlebar fell out – so he may have had a grudge? I have discovered people are dodgy like that, even though it was his fault it fell out. Most people are passive aggressive like that – pathetic. My copper kettle was taken too, but I thought that was taken from a removalist box from 18 henry st, I had not unpacked this box when I moved back from Melbourne, but I think I saw it in there. Those removalists also left the entire contents of the garden shed behind, they just refused to pack it, and did not tell me that they were going to refuse to pack it – IDIOTS. The mower oil may have been stolen by my previous flatmate? Or, actually, maybe I got this mower oil mixed up with another lot of mower oil that was taken in 2016 from Rangari? Who cares. But it was that flatmate, Mat his name was, he did not have a surname, he suggested I go and see a Chiro after I told him about my back pain that I’d been suffering with for months and months, over a year and a half. I took his advice, as I had forgotten how good chiro’s were. When I saw the Chiro, he pretty much fixed it straight away, it was bloody amazing, and my flat mates advice, I’m pretty sure, was the most helpful thing that anyone has ever done for me (a helpful boy!). Before I found that Chiro, I visited the RMIT student chiropractic health centre in Melbourne - and oh my god! I’ve never encountered a bigger bunch of female bimbos in all my life. Do not ever see a female chiropractor - they have absolutely no idea. No idea. 13. STOLEN: My SINGLE TALL Dish Drawer from Fisher and Paykel, value $1200incl del They took whole thing including pine fascard (built in dishdrawer) Sneakily/legally stolen by the female dogs/ incahoots with NorthApp Tamworth, and the repair guy Bret at H&M Refrigeration Gunnedah, and F&P. I bet, older NEGS schoolgirls had something to do with it. They have not been convicted of this crime, as the police do not believe me, and or do not want to stir up any trouble, or bother to get to the truth of the crime, with all parties involved. 2 words SOCIAL MEDIA (actually, I put this up 2years ago, and nothing has happened, that business NorthApp Tamworth still operates, and the thieving dog who works there, still does -she will be stealing from other people now, as I am not there anymore.) This is an email I sent to Fisher and Paykel; To: customer.care@fisherpaykel.com Cc: Fisher & Paykel Senior Consultant Aimee Subject: Fisher & Paykel DD60STI7 Dear Fisher and Paykel, I have a complaint to make. I should’ve done this some years ago, and have instead left negative reviews, and posted images and comments online. As I was recently reading those, I decided that I should most definitely put in a complaint to you, as you are the ones that can actually do something about it. I purchased a dish drawer of yours (Fisher & Paykel DD60STI7), 3 years later it stopped working (IT LOCKED UP) (2016) I took it to Tamworth Northapp Appliance Repairs, who were the closest authorised repairer to me (Still 1 ½ hrs drive away) That company are completely dishonest, and stole my dishdraw under the guise; they told me they couldn’t repair it unless I pay $1000, and they wouldn’t give me this quote unless I paid them $90 upfront for the cost of the quote, which I paid them. But then they refused to give me the $1000 quote in writing. I have since spoken to other repairers who have said there is no amount of work that needs to be done that would cost $1000 to repair on a $900 dishdraw. Confirming the obvious suspicions, I had. So, this company kept my broken dishdraw, as they knew I had no choice but to use them and pay the $1000, or throw it out, because they were the only repairers in the area. And to drive all the way over there would cost me another $85 in fuel. (Unemployed at the time, and in the meantime relocated to QLD). {I still fantasize about planning a bomb in their workplace}. The person I communicated with mainly by email, about the incident was a woman called Kelly Sleight from Tamworth Northapp Appliance Repairs, their address is 17 Hawker Rd, Taminda NSW 2340, their phone number is (02) 67625105, email admin@Northapp.com.au {attention activists and terrorists, if your looking for a target – here is one}. By the way I have since found out what the problem on the dishdraw was. The problem had been the filter; it was sticking up slightly, as the plastic had warped, and the arm was banging against it for every load, and it caused a problem. (The draw refused to open and was locked shut due to a child lock, which could easily have been fixed too, they did not know about the child lock, or refused to advise me of this simple problem) they are thieves. So, I believe I just needed to replace the filter and possibly get a new rotor, which would’ve been about $200, and not $1000 +$90. So, this has been blatant theft on behalf of that appliance repairer – you might wish to know, I believe the person who worked at that repairer was the same girl who worked previously at a different repairer (now closed down) who used to steal from customers in the form of overcharging, so she could brag to people in the area, that she could get a free lunch. They’re bloody country hicks in Tamworth. Also, at the time your bimbo call centre girl said, “if that’s what Tamworth Northapp Appliance Repairs told you, then that would be correct.” NOT CORRECT you stupid bimbo call girl. (That girl I spoke too, may have been a dog that Telstra put me through to – a thieving dog, they work incahoots with Telstra.) I had to purchase a whole new dishdraw, on unemployments, it is the opposite of Robin Hood. Emily Bieman Btw, that call girl from F&P, also said the fault was because of the drain - it has to be raised higher than the unit, if not, it breaks. Well, some years later, I was using the replacement dishdraw that I had purchased on gumtree (bargain price of $250), not quite as good, but still better than doing it by hand! I noticed one day that the drain had fallen to lower than the unit, and had been that way for at least 2 years – and guess what – still working fine. So that would not have been the problem. I made a little youtube of that, see it in my playlist under my name - Emily Bieman 14. Gunnedah Council Roads and Traffic Department Talk about socially retarded. Those imbeciles would seek out good roads in the country, and if they don’t like who lived at the end of the road, (the farmer. Me), they would send out the council graders and put rocks all on the road, under the pretence of “we’re fixing the road”, they were basically destroying perfectly good roads, and people would have to spend hundreds of dollars on new mufflers or new petrol tanks because the underneath of the car would just get totally ripped up by these really badly graded roads. ”oh, I am not married, have no kids, no partner – what on earth will you do? How will you cope OH NO SOMEONE IS NOT CONRFORMING TO YOUR SOCIETAL RULES” Council: “oh we know, we will make her life difficult because she does not conform to OUR WAY OF LIFE – who does she think she is?” Gunnedah Council – YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOTS - stupid stupid stupid backwards retards. I also think it was related to my car – a little black Daewoo with a red ‘fire stripe’ waving down the whole side of the car. “Look at that, lets chase her, get her get her” – a lot of men – really stupid in this respect (or lack of it). Oooh, I remember my road at Rowan Leigh, the best country road ever, so even and soft, I literally glided along. I don’t think it ever had been graded ever, it was in pristine condition, a long narrow laneway leading up to the farm at the end of the road (dead end) it was sandy smoothness - so good coming home! I loved driving on that road, once I had 10 lorikeets fly with me, they were weaving/waving alongside/infront of my car, as I glided along, magic! Then the grader came out totally destroyed it, cost me hundreds in car repairs. So typical of bitch arsholes, wanting to destroy any type of happiness. You should’ve seen the road they did outside my place at Tulcumbah, a little later on after I moved from Rowan Leigh, to the Orange Grove Road - so bad, I actually took a photo of it at the time, there were just big rocks lying all over the road, and I sent the photo into Council (unfortunately I don’t have the photo any more, it was bad) the council said, it just happened to be a bad mix of gravel - but they didn’t offer to pay for another new muffler I had to get. And as you can see from the photo above, at next Rangari address, when the grader got to my driveway, he just left all the dirt in front of the driveway, so I couldn’t get across without having to move these great big wads of earth - they did it deliberately. They’re arseholes. Every place I moved to in Gunnedah, they would send arsholes out to my road to fuck it up. Retards, in charge of retards. Btw, I do not personally know anyone who works at Council. Nor did I ever complain to council about anything at that point, let alone bad roads; they just came and fucked them up of their own volition. I mean maybe that’s their retarded thinking; we don’t know you, but your single, so we’re going to mess up your road and make your life difficult, we don’t want any single girls happily driving along, we want them pissed off and broke. Just moronic council idiots. GET A BRAIN YOU DRONGOES. Evolve. Oh, just remembered; I used to take my rubbish to the tip when I started living at Rowan Leigh (no roadside garbage in Gunnedah except if you live in town – unlike QLD, there is roadside rubbish collection here EVERYWHERE, its brilliant, no interaction with tip people ever – except if you read my “Coward car and truck drivers playing road games in order to TEACH ME A LESSON” re Sarina Tip, p4) There was a woman who worked at the drive-through section at the tip entrance, this person stopped all vehicles and took everybody’s money for rubbish dumping (which btw, I am very opposed to, dumping rubbish at the tip should be free to encourage farmers to dump their rubbish there, instead of burning it on their farms. HILLBILLY GUNNEDARIANS). Anyway, she would always dress in hot pink, she reminded me of the movie Grease, that scene where they put on the pink ladies jackets and say “we’re going to rule the school” - she’s just that kind of mentality/personality type. It was a little odd to see someone like that at the tip, because Gunnedah tip is known for employing males, and usually ones that are literally retarded in some way, not only in the literal sense, but in the socially retarded sense as well, and plus no woman really wants to work at the tip because it stinks. Anyway, whenever I went to the tip this girl was there, she always spoke to me in familiar way, I definitely didn’t know her, our conversations were always brief and amicable, I thought. But maybe she has something to do with sending out Council doofus boys to ruin the road? I’m not sure? There was definitely also someone who worked at the tip, who would get good things in for the tip shop, like I wasn’t sure whether that they were seeking stuff out from within the tip network across Australia, or whether the network of girls would pull their resources together to find items in Gunnedah, but basically, I could find whatever I wanted at the tip shop - whatever I needed, I could always find it at the tip shop for $5 - it was kind of brilliant, I mean good things like a good window or a front door, or an ice-cream maker, desks, chairs, paint, tile glue, tiles….. Since I’ve moved, I really miss that tip shop, (what a waste of a personal resource!), the local tip at Gin Gin didn’t really have that much although, I did find a couple of good mirrors ! There is no tip at all at my next location. And the tip shops at Bundaberg and Mackay are hopeless. If you read my blog, you’ll see I’ve had quite a few problems with driving into town, especially to Tamworth, with council roadworkers who stop my car, and if I don’t connect with these council workers, they steal from my vacant unattended home when I am in town that day. So, maybe she has something to do with that? I think she basically is the only person I’ve ever met who is associated with council, aside from the art council women who I met much later. (They cunts for sure). So ‘pink tip woman’ could be a total nutter for all I know, and fully obsessed with me, considering how many problems I’ve had with Council?? Especially since I don’t even pay rates or ever go there, as I rent. I’ve mentioned how I have women who are jealous of me and try to sabotage me. I mean maybe this could be one of them since she has to work at the tip, maybe she feels inadequate?? Although she always seemed quite happy and content when I spoke with her, she would have been paid a very good salary too. Maybe she was 4th born and thought everyone’s else’s life is better than hers? I mean I really didn’t pay too much attention to her except when I went to the tip and there she was in BRIGHT PINK always, I really have never thought about her ever since, until today, when I’m wondering who on earth is responsible for obsessive road destruction around my house and every house I lived at in Gunnedah - she could well be one of those obsessed bimbo dogs that I’ve been talking about - if that’s her. Then she totally needs psychiatric help. BTW, I talk about this in another story, but my foot was sabotaged deliberatley, and it is in the same manner as how these people fuck up my local roads that I drive on. It was an issue with Peter Long too, he put a ‘weapon’ under my tyre so I got a flat. So maybe it is an ‘old man’ thing, and not a ‘pink lady’ thing? There would be heaps of old men at council. All with issues about seeing a girl on her own being independent of them. You could see how I had to leave Gunnedah – they would have literally killed me if I had stayed any longer as an unmarried woman. Stupid mentality of country people. But they sent council workers out to Builyan, aswell as Colosseum on the days I travelled it. Those were definatly CUNT arranged. It would not surprise me if those “road workers” sent, are the ones stealing from me too. No road workers at Sarina, except after 16mnths, when I wrote about the fact it was so odd not to see road workers whenever I drove anywhere. (!) but so, there they were at my next trip into town; putting in new fancy ‘silent’ lane dividers. (Mackay Council). Also when they poisoned my trees here in the garden, they put in the same female road worker that I spoke to about NOT killing my trees, infront of me when I drove to town – so defiantly cunt related. Council Cunts. I think all councils in Australia are run by a big bully (greedy) network. Some people wonder why I am so pissed off. Oh Gee, I do wonder….s/ 15. Landlord Antics at Rangari (David and Brenda Heywood) {In Gunnedah, I had a monumental amount of knitting paraphernalia stolen, mainly fibre and my circular metal needles. Possibly because those needles are brilliant, and no-one in higgleberry Gunnedah has even heard of circular needles before, so but, when they see me using mine, they think ‘oh how cool’, and so just help themselves to my bag when I am not looking, or take from my house while I sleep at night, or when I am outside lawnmowing? I truly can’t believe how stupid women are; that they have this mentality - like they are two years old. Seriously, this is what a baby does, because the baby just doesn’t know any better they see they want they take. A 2yr old. By the time you reach adulthood you are beyond knowing better, yet these women in Gunnedah have two-year-old mentality - stupid stupid bimbos} First day I moved in, David had not bothered to move out ANY of the furniture and stuff that was the previous owners. And Dads trowel was stolen (only dad, brother and Heywood’s there – Heath Barwick was the neighbour, I am pretty sure he was not there, maybe he was stalking the area from afar?) After a week, my hot pink sprinkler was stolen from garden, amongst other things. April 2010 -To dam lazy to go and get wire (for the fence for my trees) so he sent me on a wild goose chase up the paddock, 300m he said, not true. Hundreds of dollars damage to my muffler and underneath bit, in Daewoo.greenie hater. David asked me to go turn is water off in the top paddock just after it had rained (he said he was on holidays, he was not) – knowing full well that I would get bogged in my new car that only looked like it was 4wd. Jealous imbecile. Kangaroos are eating my trees. I asked David if Tom could go shooting, he said no. Carol suggested I send him a bill for my destroyed trees! His contract shooter is hopeless and I think he and is tramp girlfriend are stealing from me too (Mark Eveleigh is the shooter) June 2010 - I have asked them 3 times now to fix the septic. They have not, so, I dug a whole new septic down the paddock – take care of the problem myself (which I did, and now works well, brilliantly actually)NOTE WE HAD A PROBLEM, BUT THE LANDLORD DID NOT THROUGH A HISSY FIT AND KICK ME OUT Gutter - There is a major hole in my gutter, I asked to the landlord to fix in July 1st 2010, it is still not fixed. I asked them to fix it properly so gutter sits ontop of tank – but not, He did eventually fix the hole. The gutters are really bad – too skinny, cannot handle the downpour in a storm, all the water drains away. My rain tank is full of dead mice. Watched him try to drive some calves in to my garden, then listened to him try to explain why he did it. Does not tell me when he will put cows in so I can close my gate – puts them in when I am in town, deliberately so they eat my garden. He turned my rainwater tap on, and let all the water drain out – in the middle of a drought – he is definitely going to hell. I keep having items stolen – I suspect David and Brenda are stealing from me, one time when they put the cows in the paddock (and so they knew I would be out of the house fixing the electric fence) – someone stole a yoga top from my bedroom, they were there, with their 2 adult girls.($7000 worth of stuff stolen in 6 years) NO CONVICTION Said I could put in additional fruit tree strip, then later yelled about it. He forgot, doofus. Did not replace crap oven, so I did with my money, then later denied I asked them in the first place - idiots who are married. Did not tell me about new 2” poly for tap when I asked him (when replace trench) Told me where to go to pick timber from the farm tip, then told Brenda or someone, possible Steve Carter? That I was stealing his timber. Dogs that do sides. Completely mucked me about with the pool and solar panels, costing me - $38,000.00 I am pretty sure he yanked out the Eucalyptus citriodoras that were growing near the gate. Pretended to fix my front door, which now cannot be locked – still not fixed, have to use a chain and padlock. SECURITY ISSUES NOT ADDRESSED Refused to be contacted about window locks and screen – hung up then put answer machine on – been trying for 4 months. Major stealing problem at my house. Heaps of wool/alpaca stolen, Brenda knits, I suspect her, no conviction (no yarn stolen at current house, and its because my current landlord .) Plane flying over the property spraying poison (no fruit fly) – not sure if landlord – but they do nothing about it, when they can and should, same with nuisance neighbours. Other neighbour Steve Carter keeps coming around harassing me about water. If he came around again, I would have called the police – could be him stealing. He is not, was not my landlord – but I found out David and Brenda screwed him out of $50 water money for my garden, which I paid them. Brenda through tantrum about carpet, demanded I do a ‘professional’ carpet clean at $250 after I told her I was cleaning it – as if so called ‘professionals’ can actually clean carpet (still dirty after they had finished) When I asked them to replace the gutter, they got back to me 4 weeks later and said I had to get out in 3mths as they had sold the property. He is a lazy bully who just did not want to replace the gutter. The buyer Steve Carter said I had to leave a he wants a farm hand in the house – he also is an arshole. – He did come around to apologize, but he is a major disrespectful arshole who is nowhere near sorry. (I told Graham about my probs, I think that is why he came around and apologized.) I would have raised the value of this house by $20,000.00, with all the fruit tress/chook yard/garden /pool/ solar panels, etc – but they did not care, so I packed everything up and took all with me. David and Brenda just wanted to fight with me in this 3 mnths period, and Steve Carter kept annoying me, whilst all tv and radio people are behaving like dogs, I suspect egging them on. Also, the neighbours really stepped up harassing me in this period, like waking at 3am or 4am, and not letting me sleep - sleep affects memory – I think they want me to forget all the bully behaviour. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. This part of Gunnedah consists of bullies, you have never seen such bullies, and I think those neighbours are being paid to wake me. Oh, and not to mention the planes that constantly follow me around, and the Collapsed Arch from, I believe deliberate sabotage of my left workboots -3yrs, still not healed, unable to walk properly. 16. Fur ‘stole’ stolen 2016 from Gunnedah, NSW, Australia This story is a little weird, because my parents had 2 Fur Stoles (real fur), in a calico bag, in their big wool chest, and they had had them there for at least 20 years. I think they might have belonged to Grandma Bieman back in the day. I noted them there, and also remember seeing many Fur stoles when I went down to Vinnies, particularly when I was in year 6 and 7 at school, I loved going to Vinnies to look around at all the stuff. There were heaps of these real fur stoles in Vinnies that you could purchase for $2-3. Quite ‘unfashionable’. So when dad died, and all the now grown kids were gathered at the house that Christmas, 2016, sorting out funerals and stuff, nobody wanted these stoles, and so I said that I will take them. This was about the time when I suddenly was starting to feel the cold really quite badly, so I thought maybe they might come in handy, but also, they had sentimental value, I must have recalled playing ‘dress ups’ with them as a child. So I saw them both in the bag, and put the bag aside, in my pile. Later at some point, as the weather turned, I realised there was only 1 stole in the bag. The other one had been taken. Now, this was strange because nobody else wanted them, they all said so. Which suggests to me that it wasn’t one of my siblings that stole one of the stoles. It was a dog, who could see that I had 2 stoles – a dog like Rachael Wainbergs sister. They must have decided that they should have 1 of my stoles, as I had 2. Stupid blonde bimbo. The reason I am pissed about this so much, is because one of the stoles was a good one, and the other, so so; one was a short hair, and one was a really thick long warm fur, I’m not sure whether it was fox or rabbit or what, but ofcourse, they stole the good one. I was so annoyed, because over the next few weeks as winter got on, I got cold shoulders frequently, especially sitting infront of PC, and I just needed that warm stole. The other one, just did not cut it, not warm enough. After 2 mnths of cold shoulders, I eventually knit myself a stole from triple strands of good Italian thick eyelash yarn. It turned out pretty well, is nice and warm and I still use it today, even in QLD. I sold the short hair stole on ebay. I still deeply resent the stupid dog who stole my stole. The world would be a better place if that thief was never born. So the photo above shows my stole I knit for myself, the 2nd photo shows the short hair stole that I later sold on ebay. I did not have a photo of the good long haired one, but I found a photo on ebay of a similar one today, (2023), so it was a bit different, but you can see the length of the fur. Btw, that stole on ebay, is listed with a price of $795. WOW!! 17. Chopped Dried Thai Chilli STOLEN from Window Sill You know, I grew my chillies organically, then harvested, ‘deseeded’ and chopped finely. I left this plate of chilli flakes on my windowsill to dry {just like you can imagine some housewife left her pie on the windowsill to cool!} – I was planning on making ‘diffused chilli oil’. So, the window was open, but it had a flyscreen on it, and someone stole them from my window sill - they pried the fly screen off and took my whole plate of chilies. Curse them, I hope they get cancer and die. I SUSPECT either David and Brenda Heywood (landlord), Heath Barwick/Emma Finylson, Steve Carter or a White girl. NO CONVICTION Now, my most likely suspect was Heath Barwick, but I mean, David my landlord, as well as a neighbour who was buying their property, Steve Carter, both used to hang out at the shed, which was just above my house, and looked down directly onto my kitchen window - so I can’t possibly rule any of those three people out. Also I didn’t really complain to my landlord about all the multiple thefts that were going on. Nor did I complain to them about the constant nuisance plane noise. Maybe about three times in 8 yrs, when I spoke to them did the topic came up of theft. On the third occasion, when something had been stolen, I mentioned it to Brenda, and Brenda sounded doubtful, as per usual, typical response that I get whenever I tell people that someone is stealing from me, no one actually believes me (mainly the police at that point, but my family too). So at that point, I think that was 2017, I emailed her a list of all the items that had been taken since I moved in, it would’ve been up to about 400 then. So she would’ve got a sense of what was going on at that point. And she and David know full well about Heath and his problems, I believe David Heywood could have done something about Heath Barwick, he knows his dad, all the farmers know each other. But he wanted to stay out of it - such is typical Australian attitudes towards anything negative and controversial; such cowards. Ofcourse, it could have been David and Brenda, so, stands to reason they did nothing. 18. Tennis ball stolen out of my locked car, parked outside Irrigation Shop in Gunnedah, NSW, Australia I found this ball (looked brand new) at the local tip when I took a load over there, it was literally in the pile for ground fill, rubbish, I saved it – for my cats, one of them in particular liked to play ball. But I believe someone from Gunnedah council who possibly saw me at the tip, is, who stole the ball out of my car later? - believing, in some strange cockanninnie way, that the ball was stolen from the tip in first place? I have come to this conclusion, because similar things have happened since. With dogs thinking anything ‘given’ to me for free or low cost, is not deserved, and that product, whatever it is, ought to be stolen back off me – numerous times this has happened, like cheap things I buy at Vinnie’s – so many more other examples I have. Extreme jealousy. EXTREME. I am a firm believer in recycling. Taking rubbish that people have paid to dump, IS NOT STEALING, WAKE UP LITTLE THIEVING DOGS. But also, when I was at that irrigation shop (Lambert and Torrens Nutrien Water) that day, the owner, was a complete zombie, it was like he was in a trance, and was unable to speak, I literally had to leave, and purchase my goods elsewhere - so it could have been him and his wife that stole my tennis ball? Some people are just unbelievable. (Someone has a key to my CAR, that is the only way they could have got inside and taken this.) And the ‘zombie’ was standing right at the door, where he would’ve been able to see whoever was breaking into my car to steal the tennis ball - but he didn’t say anything to me at the time. Or, COWARD FUCKING ARSHOLE. I can only assume it was someone he knew, as in, his wife. After close to 400 items that I know of (about $10000 worth of stuff) has been taken from me since 2006. Does that thief have any idea how angry that kind of behaviour inspires? Do they have any idea what I would do if I caught them now ‘red handed’? Would they be prepared to DIE over a tennis ball? Btw that irrigation shop, when I just looked it up now, has a new name on its shopfront, the same name as the rural real estate up in QLD that I mentioned in my “List of Real Estates who need Naming and Shaming” due to bad bitch female zombie staff. Must be a family business. 19. Brown Sunglasses Stolen and Shooting Trespassing people These sunglasses were stolen from outside my house on the 17th Feb 2016 between 10.20am and 10.40am. The night before there had been someone walking around the farm shooting. I will also include another time when there were pesky shooters; In 2017, one day, I heard a car hooning around the usually quite (bar plane noise) farm, and I went out to see who it was. David the landlord, plus also sometimes neighbour Steve Carter were the only ones who ventured in my vicinity, mostly (but they don’t hoon about). Sometimes David’s contract shooter, Mark Eveleigh turns up, but he usually only comes just after dusk to go roo shooting; apparently, he has a scanky girlfriend, who could be the bored thief. David and Brenda were ‘opposed’ really, to guns and dogs. Most farmers shoot roos themselves, and keep guns. But not these farmers. (It was so good living on a farm that had no dogs). I was outside painting a cement planter, and this Ute drove past the house, as I was around the other side, by the time I got to the front of the house, I only saw the Ute drive off, there were people on the back standing up. So, I assumed it must’ve been the landlord, but as they were kind of acting a little strangely, I got my camera, and I walked up to the back hill to see what they were doing, they were coming back towards me by then, but I guess when they saw me at the top of the hill, they stopped and turned the other way again, and one of them had a gun, who proceeded to take a shot, at goodness knows only what. As far as I knew the gate on the other side of the farm where the other exit is, was locked, as I had just told Brenda about all the 100’s of thefts at my place, I told her I always keep my gate at my house locked now, so then, I noted a lock on the other farm main gate too, as usually it was not locked. I had told David way before about the thefts, however David, he wasn’t perturbed by the thieves at all, possibly because nothing of his ever got stolen or he did not believe anyone was stealing from me or he knew who was stealing, but did not want to get involved, – OR it was him who was stealing?? Anyway, so, the only way the shooting hoons could get out, was if they came back the same way past me (and my camera). Whoever was driving did not come back by my house, they went out the other way, in which case I assumed they had the key for David’s new big padlock. I know David wouldn’t be driving around with a gun, and actually it’s against the law to do so. The next day Steve Carter, the other neighbour came round and said the whole gate on the other side had been cut with bolt cutters, including the fence tied to the post. I told him what happened. He said he knew nothing about it. But quite frankly, I don’t know whether he is trustworthy or whether he was just lying his arse off, maybe it was him driving around in the Ute on a drunken rampage trying to impress friends. I do not know, but whoever it was new the farm well enough to know where the other gate was, and there’s only limited people who know that, which is David the landlord, his family, my next-door neighbour, Heath Barwick, or any dumb dog I guess, and there are 1000’s of them. Or Steve Carter, who, I did not know at the time, but was in the process of purchasing David’s farm, and had a major problem with me, especially as David used to bitch about me to him. This are the type of things that happen in country areas. Young people allowed to take guns and hoon around on the streets and in other people‘s farms, shooting things willy-nilly. I imagine if I wasn’t there that day, they would’ve ventured up to my house and poked around and tried to take whatever they could. 20. Calculator from the 90's STOLEN from off Desk in house on farm This calculator actually belonged to my little brother Tomas Bieman, Tomas knew that I had his calculator. I’m not sure if he was the one that stole it just before I left to move to Queensland, or if it was some one else who plays sides (common thing in boganville Australia). If it was Tomas, as he knew I had it, he could’ve got it any time, and if this is the reason, maybe he has been stealing 100’s of my items? If so - what an absolute fourth born moron. 21. Stolen fruit off Nectarine Tree - whole tree full of fruit, gone THE WHOLE TREE- LIKE 100’S I believe this was stolen by that short blonde girl who I have mentioned before, numerous times on this blog. She is friends with all the retailers, I have seen her in Coles Gunnedah and Bunnings multiple times trying to and stealing from me. And so I believe, she stole these organic perfect nectarines, and sold them at Coles. I also believe she steals or purchases caged eggs and sells them as Organic ones in the supermarkets. MY nectarines. This is the same blonde short girl who was at Darrell Lea, and stole the jelly babies. And who was at Bunnings and stole my dust brush. And who was at Harvey Norman and stole my massage chair (by overcharging). Short, blondy and brown hair, reminds me of Cate Cameron from 30yrs ago at school. But I do not think it is her? I can’t believe this girl has gotten away with all this stealing from all those retailers for so long. I mean why haven’t the police done anything about this stupid little blonde, why have the retailers allowed her to steal from me?? I am surrounded by DISBELIEVING morons. 22. Bird Photo Stolen A photo of this bird was stolen off my PC! So not photo as shown above, although that is the same bird in it. But in the stolen photo, the bird was looking right at the camera. I took a photo of it on my Kodak DX7590 zoom. The photo was taken off my PC, right out of my “Birds” folder - no traces found of it anywhere. Just really weird. Normally I would not bother doing a whole photo story for missing documents, as I have had heaps “removed”. But that particular photo was weird, in the fact that, at the time, that bird was outside my kitchen window at Rangari, looking in at me, and it was behaving REALLY STRANGELY, I mean really strangely – it was like he was trying to communicate with me, only I really have no idea what he was trying to say. Which is why I taking a photograph of it, in fact I should’ve got my video camera and started filming it. It was the most bizarre bird behaviour I had ever seen. Actually, reminding me of some of the zombie dog women I have encounted. I guess strangest bird except aside from a bird at Cull’s farm who started eating my chillis straight off the chilli plants – that is odd, I mean, they were mega hot chillis. Karen thought the bird must have had ‘mental’ problems. Mental illness in birds? Drought problems? Why a computer nerd would steal the photo is even more odd. 23. Secateurs Stolen out of my car at Gunnedah Dentist Secateurs Stolen out of my car at Gunnedah Dentist I have had so many pairs of Secateurs stolen, that I had purchased a whole big bulk lot of these so when they strike again, I could just calmy walk inside to my big box, and get another pair out. I would not have to run around the garden like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for them, only to discover they were gone – STOLEN. And all that looking, to no avail. The bane of my life due to all the thefts. Although, painting them yellow or pink helps a lot, as there are times one leaves them in the garden patch. I am normal old lady after all. Plus the colours and bad paint job deter thieves. But after several years of “looking”, I realized, at one point, they were infact being stolen – it took me a while to figure this out – I was infact was a victim! (They did the same with reading glasses; +1.5 – those, I have purchased at least 100+ pairs now, they really steal them, mainly from pockets when I go into town, sometimes they steal them directly off the top of my head, and sometimes they pickpocket - at Gunnedah this is. And girls do this, girls are the worst thieving little creatures ever, -that is the stupid ones, that cannot think for themselves. Sometimes I think they only way to stop them, is to marry all those stupid ones off, because they cannot function without male supervision – stupid bloody bimbos). Since I started posting images of stolen items and naming names, and naming the stores I visit where items were stolen from me, (Bunnings has a whole huge network of petty thieves who target young single girls - they follow them home and wait till house is vacant and then ‘help themselves to small items’ (Harvey Norman are guilty of stealing too, and The Reject Shop staff steals too. Staff at the Co-op in Gunnedah used to aswell. Turners do.). So, by going online and basically telling all, about all the really crap things that happened to me in society (by mostly girls) - my whole Facebook account was deleted, my whole pattern account on Rav was deleted, my whole design account on Spnflwr was deleted. Flickr account deleted. Gumtree deleted. Ebay deleted. WikiPedia ban. I was targeted online too by same saboteurs who know everything about me and are OBSESSED with me and steal from me - their main aim was to ‘shut me up’. People just don’t want to know the truth, and or try to protect themselves and or their stupid bimbo friends who steal. But not all social media can be so easily manipulated by bimbo thieves, and I still can post online, just not on Facebook, Flickr or Rav. And FB, had the most exposure; you put it on Facebook – and the whole community knows about it in less than 24hrs. A great weapon against thieves. But FB nerd informs me, it was not created for that, {it was only created for connections, ‘pick ups’; sex}. Talk about using your powers for evil instead of good! Since I started posting online, the stealing has been greatly reduced, but they have less opportunity to do so, as I no longer am outside gardening. But they still do it. (Thieves are cowards who don’t want attention drawn to themselves). I still get harassed too, which is what I’m working on at the moment. Not having access to Facebook makes it more difficult. I mainly upload to my blog - there seems to be ‘train people’ who read it, then toot! (?). Plus I am not allowed on Market place which means I can no longer sell or buy 2nd hand goods – and since there is also no 2nd hand shops here, I totally miss out, and have to buy everything new online, on, I might add, one of the lowest incomes in Australia – the people who ban me are in for some BAD KARMA – mark my words. Oh and I used to keep a pair of secateurs in the car, in case I was driving past and saw a street tree setting seed. I could collect some seed. So I have had countless pairs of secateurs stolen from the car. And that reminds me, not only secateurs, but I've had heaps of item stolen from my car, when I lived in Gunnedah, like basically I could not have anything in the car unattended, because whatever was in there it would be stolen, even if it was complete rubbish, they'd still want to break in and steal it - just because they could. And when I say break in, I mean they have a copy of the daewoo key (then Triton); little blonde dogs have copies of all keys, they are part of the dog stealing network, and they have the keys for everything. The stealing got so bad, that I thought when I drove into town which is 30 km trip, the houses on the edge of town, as I was driving in; I mean they must have contacts who live in those houses, and they must see me then get on their phones, to all the thieves “she's here she's here let's go steal”. I mean truly, what a bunch of fucking losers; get a real life; what a perfect example of the stupid female mentality of the “Common Enemy”. Those people banded together over me; I gave them meaning in their pathetic lives, the meaning of working together in unisom for the goal of stealing. 24. Postage Stamps Booklet STOLEN Booklet of 5 concession stamps stolen from Rangari NSW, break and enter from my desk. Now, something weird happened with these postage stamps. As I was ordering them, and speaking to the Australia Post girl over the phone, she gave me for some reason 11 packets, she said she’ll give me a bonus one because there was meant to be only 10, so I can’t quite remember what her explanation was, on why she was giving me an extra, but it sounded plausible - but then she implied in a kind of roundabout way that the 11th one could be for the person watching. So, I didn’t really understand what she was talking about then, but I was too happy, as I was getting a free pkt of stamps to further prod her. So later, after I had collected the stamps from Gunnedah post office, and had them in my wallet, the 11th packet was stolen. So now, I believe, whoever I spoke to on that phone, gave me 11 deliberately inorder to steal one later, in the hopes of making me think someone was watching. She was playing a game with herself where she stole it, and I witnessed her play her game, but not actually saw her steal it red handed. STUPID Australia Post would get up to all sorts of shenanigans, if you read all my blog, you’ll see I have quite a few problems with Australia Post. It all stems from the roadside delivery service, not delivering my parcels, and instead leaving a card to say go pick up - only when you live out of town 40km, you don’t want to have to drive in every 3rd day to collect a little $2 parcel from ebay (actually, I would say, no matter how far you lived from the post office, you would never want to go to the post office in person to collect mail) And so, I started a campaign to get them to deliver ALL my mail, so I wouldn’t have to drive in, it was a huge campaign involving a lot of complaining. I had photos of all the 100’s of cards. I have a way of turning peoples lack of respect and discrimination, into working for me - it took about 3yrs, but eventually, they came up with a solution. I guess the solution being, was to get a senior post office staff to contact the manager of Gunnedah post office and tell him “You’re allowed to deliver all mail, including parcels to this particular person, YOU’RE ALLOWD! - or perhaps maybe they included the whole farming community, I guess it was all out of towners, because eventually, the post man turned up in a brand-new flashy Ute that had a chest on the back for extra big parcels! Plus what’s more the local private courier, would also refuse to deliver to my address, and they wouldn’t even bother leaving a card – but they realised, (after I don’t know how many years), but in about 2015, they realized that this was kind of a problem, (ya think) and so they eventually, (due to my 1 complaint to them, I guess) came up with a solution, they formed an alignment with Australia Post, so that the courier could leave parcels with the Australia Post contract delivery guy - so I could have all items delivered!! How about that!! Brilliant. Good thinking on behalf of Australia Post and Star Track Courier, finally someone is using their initiative. I had to get a special letterbox that was big, as everything has to go inside the letterbox, they can’t just leave something on the ground down at my gate. It was called a safe drop facility. I also suspect that at first, my complaints were not answered by the right people, but instead were answered by “little people” that shouldn’t be dealing with important decisions, and so they were the ‘little people’ at that Gunnedah Post Office who had a grudge against me, and maybe they had something to do with the stealing of those postage stamps, and all the other problems I had in dealing with them. Once I had some chocolate stolen from the Gunnedah post office – this would have been one of this “little people” who stole it, she would have seen all my little parcels from ebay, and was plain and simply jealous. And I would say that bag of chocolate may have had a slit, so the post office girls could smell the chocolate? and due to their utter lack of respect for me – stole it (the sender later covered for that girl and resent it) also a bit later, an item was obviously dropped, and I am sure it would have been same person who dropped it. I think I saw her once, brownish blonde hair, a little plump, a fearful woman. I believe Australia post had to put a special person in that post office to handle my mail. This jealousy comes down to women having more than two kids. I can’t stress enough how important it is to only have one or two kids, otherwise you get stupid bimbos who are jealous their whole life, and carry on like that stupid bitch at the Gunnedah post office. 25. Nut from Stihl Chainsaw stolen off verander I heard someone biking around at the neighbours. I suspected them, so I went round there, and I’m pretty sure it was Shannon Bree and his girlfriend there. His girlfriend said that she saw David Heywood at 2 o’clock at my place (which was the time it was taken) So I have no idea whether she saw my landlord, or just said she saw him in an attempt to save Shannon? 26. Purina Seafood Biscuits making my Cat Sick Salmon industry in 2016 was capturing salmon that had what looked like a bruise all down its back, see photo. Also, after being cooked, this ‘brown’ bit tasted disgusting. Most definatly something wrong with it, whether from being physically abused after being caught, for example, one day I saw a documentary showing young gung-ho men fishing off the back of a huge trailer, there was so many salmon in that spot that they flung each fish straight off the hook down the back of the deck, one after the other, bang bang bang, so it could have been then the damage was done? Or it could be fish farms – I saw a doco about the diseased and unhealthy fish in those ocean circles? Or who knows? So anyways, they were selling me that disgusting fish ($36/kg from Woolies – done deliberate, it was plain to see the fish was discolored) I complained about it, but the next order, they sent me the same, and same again the next time. Then the salmon cat food I purchased from Purina at that time starting making my cats vomit – so a most definite salmon problem at the time. I stopped purchasing Salmon until this year, and that salmon has been all seafood. When are humans going to wake up? 27. Large Dust Brush and Blue Dust Pan from Bunnings, Stolen Buy your own bloody dust brush you stupid bimbo. This dustpan and dust brush was stolen, pretty much straight after I purchased it from Bunnings, within a few weeks. At the time when I purchased it, I purchased 3 sets, as I was bloody sick and tired of not having any dust brushes on a hand when I needed them, in various work spots around home. So, 3 should do me; one in my work room, one on the Veranda and one in the kitchen. At the time when I was purchased them, I did notice some little short blonde girl (adult) lurking by the checkout. This ( in retrospect ), is the same short blonde girl who has been following me around other shops where items have been stolen, like at Harvey Norman Tamworth and Coles Gunnedah, plus Darryl Lee Gunnedah. Who the hell is that stupid little blonde bimbo dog thief? Did she think I had purchased 3, so that 1 was for her? Is she suffering from some sort of mental health delusions? NEWSFLASH WE DO NOT KNOW EACH OTHER. I never EVER purchase things for you, you stupid little DOG. Seriously women like that, who can’t function on their own, without a supervisor, should be locked up, they should not be allowed out in public. If I was still in Gunnedah, and noticed her again trying to steal from me; she would be dead by now, so it’s not only for protection of the public that she should be locked up, it’s also for her own protection. 28. DOZENS, if not 100’S of Reading Glasses Stolen over the Years I can’t begin to tell you just how many reading glasses have been stolen from me over the years, since I started wearing them in 2016 or so. And NO, not lost or misplaced – but STOLEN. They steal them out of my car, they steal them out of my bag, they steal them out of my pocket – yes pick pocketers. They even steal them directly off the top of my head whilst I am wearing them, like at checkout or some such situation where they can distract me. All female thieves – female bimbo thieves. These were mainly stolen from Gunnedah, but actually I had quite a few taken at Gin Gin / Bundaberg, plus now at my new address near Mackay; they are still stealing my reading glasses. Especially if I purchase a fancy pair, or beige ones, those always get stolen. Mind you I only spend the minimum prices on glasses, the very cheapest, nothing over $5; and I usually buy in bulk to save money, and to save time, I do NOT like looking for my glasses, so I put a few in each room, there ready for whenever I need them. Although now, I find I need a certain strength for reading PC, and a different one for using iPad, plus even a different one for driving - which is really annoying. So, I think because those STUPID women see that I have multiple glasses, they must think to themselves “oh well she has so many glasses, its too many, she’s just being greedy, I can have some of hers” – seriously, I think this is what those dumb dogs think, this is their stupid mentality. They steal them out of stupidity. Desperados. But maybe it is more the ‘game’ of stealing is what they are “getting off” on? So, I am continually purchasing more reading glasses, you should see all my receipts, 100’s of dollars, on something that ought to only cost me around $20 by now. And ofcourse, that money was meant to be for food. The government does not factor in 100’s of dollars for continuous replacement of reading glasses when determining budgets. And I want to say, the fact that we can purchase these glasses for under $5, is BRILLIANT. The ‘glasses’ shop, want you to pay them $100’s of dollars in eye tests and then more on “special” glasses from their shop, that costs also $100’s of dollars – make no mistake – they are stealing from people, as glasses, most of them, do only cost a few dollars to make. (plus they also overcharge people with gov rebates.) And most people suffer from the same condition, that is one of old age eyes failing, so you just choose your strength – you do not need fancy tests for such old age antics. Possibly, before Chinese manufacturing was around, people did have to pay $100’s of dollars, so it is those people who do not know about the cheap options available now in the $2 shops, direct from China, and are stealing from me?? 29. Nail Scissors, Sewing Clippers and Good Quality Glass Pins, stolen at Gunnedah, Rangari, 2014 and 2016 Nail Scissors, Sewing Clippers and Good Quality Glass Pins, stolen at Gunnedah, Rangari, 2014 and 2016 I have had a large amount of sewing and craft related items stolen out of my locked house. I have rods on my window, so they can be open 7cm, but no more, I also have flyscreens on them. One day, some little spoilt brat, pried the flyscreen half off, and stuck their arm through the 7cm rod gap, in to the table that was just by the window, and took these red clippers that were lying there. I hope they get cancer and die. The blue ones were stolen at Tulcumbah in 2014, I suspect by Steve Carter as he had a property nearby on that side of town too. But Katie Carter (Steve Carters’ sister) plus Emma Finylason are the only other sewers in my rural area, that I know of, and I did don’t think Katie Carter even lived at Rangari anymore? No convictions. Plus, Katie Carter, I think, it turns out, she was that girl who stole my dinner plate at the smorgasbord at the Sheraton, when I was on my nanny work holiday. So weird. I really do not even know her. My good little sharp thread scissors were also STOLEN in 2015 from my car. Those scissors had a crimson wool tied to their handle. After they had been taken, I found my really old blunt scissors, that looked the same, and tied some more crimson wool around them to use as interim. In the meantime, I happen to pull those blunt ones out when my landlord happens to be visiting, he saw them, and exclaimed he had found my scissors up the paddock. He had found them, he said, where I had been using them to snip mushrooms (yum). But he did not give them back to me?? And if he saw, I now had them, what did he think happened to the original? Did he take them, and did he think someone stole them again from him and returned them to me?? Why did he not return them to me? he would have instantly known they were mine after seeing the crimson wool. I can only think he was a thief, or one of his girls. And how did they get back up to the paddock anyway to where he said he found them, as I had MOST DEFINITELY had them when I left mushrooming, they came back with me in the car, I saw them in the car. What happened after that I do not know. Very Suspicious Also, my really good expensive glass head pins were stolen. I hope the thief gets cancer and dies. There would be heaps of other sewing related things of mine stolen, things that I do not know about, I mean who keeps track of ones haberdashery, as the years go by. Oh, and someone told me, a little birdy said; they swapped my good red fabric scissors over for their CRAP red scissors, as theirs is damaged and cannot be sharpened. As no ‘scissor man’ thus far has been able to sharpen them, and I am stuck now with blunt scissors. And I certainly would never use my good fabric scissors on anything but fabric, confirming such accusations. And it sucks cutting fabric with blunt scissors. 30. Good Quality, Green Garden Rake STOLEN from shed at Bridges RD, Rangari, NSW, 2380, in 2016 - stolen by bimbo People, women in particular (most often women who steal) are pathetic and will be going to hell. I keep track now, almost 300 items stolen since 2006. These thieves do not realize the emotional damage a break and enter causes - The biggest and most costly thing they have stolen from me is peace of mind. BULLIES steal peace of mind, that’s what Bullies do, they don’t want anyone to be happy, it really 'ticks' them off. And often, they do not know they are bullies. They are everyday common Australians that are unaware they have major psychological problems (and have been raised that way due to lack of love). I may only have a slight frame, but I have a scream you would not believe. As I was putting that rake away that day, I remember thinking; what an excellent rake this is, it used to belong to dad, he always bought good quality items, he never bought crap from China, and I was thinking, it’s probably a money saving method if you do it like that, buy quality once, instead of crap several times, and then you get to use something that’s really high functioning, like this rake. So, that’s what I was thinking as I was putting it away, and it would’ve been the next day, it was taken. STOLEN BY UNWANTED PERVERT DOG. A dog jealous of my good quality item. If you recall, I have mentioned numerous occasions on my blog, about the stupid blonde dog who is jealous of everything I have, particularly if it is good value item (Read my Big Jelly Baby Scam). So, I suspect it is that girl who has stolen this rake. MY RAKE! YOU STUPID LEACH Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari P1 NEXT Items Stolen from me while I was living at Rangari P1 , P2, P3

local community young Australian people stealing petty items with little value so as to go under the radar of police - 1000's of small items Another forced relocation, address a secret The first couple of weeks I seemed to have a lot of things go missing, but then get returned, so I'm not entirely sure whether they were actually stolen, or I was just stressed from the move and couldn't find them but and then later saw them? I'm thinking probably the stress factor because having to move yet again and dealing with all the same issues have just been horrendous. This is forced move number 8, since 2018. (8 in 7 years) I've been here a couple of months and the only thing that has been taken as far as I know now is 1 and 1/4 kilos of kangaroo meat, out of my freezer, so this is a common thing that gets stolen, whenever I buy kangaroo meat a portion of it gets stolen, constantly - it started when I was living at Colosseum, and I think wildlife carers steal it, or somebody steals it for wildlife carers. There was another thing and after actually I talked about this issue and uploaded a snake video onto YouTube, and then my whole YouTube account was deleted, so it was stolen as well. stolen. (And there's definitely no violations, they have no right to delete it, they just did; someone must've asked them to do it, and they said, like good little dog doggies, "okay sure." There's so many problems with the.com industry, the whole thing is just a big bunch of thieves. Well, I guess that's no different than the television industry, or my neighbours at pretty much every address I've lived at for the past 18 years. When I moved to Sarina range Road, nothing was taken the first three months, it was only really after "Danielle" my next-door neighbour moved in that I had things go missing, which I've written about extensively on those pages. So, I'm just waiting for something to go missing from this address aside from kangaroo meat. I don't know how they got in to steal the kangaroo meat, I think it must've been before I put the patio locks on the back door, they must have a key for the back door? I put patio locks on, and they are brilliant, I should've done that on every address. Although I did go to the doctors for a skin check they texted me and asked me to do it as it was free, I said yes, but the 6 receptionist were behaving like a bunch of fucking dogs, and kept me waiting for half an hour, it was half an hour, because after half an hour, I would have left, so dogs being dogs, decided that they didn't want me to leave, and I went through with the appointment. But I'm fairly certain, in that period of waiting, they organized a theft at my house, that was the point of keeping me there. It was probably that kangaroo meat, in which case they have a copy of my key. And I know Apple are in cahoots with thieving dogs, because they can switch my cameras off (I use my iPad as a security cam on the front door.) Do you think anyone is possible going to believe me (aside from Australia post!). Oh, and possible an organic apple was taken from fridge, but can't be sure about that - I mean who keeps track of all food in fridge? nuts. This morning, around 7am, I did see something a little weird in the misty morning, it was like a person dressed in a long white dress ducked into the bushes, and someone turned up at the neighbours early in the morning just before, and near where I saw someone duck into the bushes - across from my driveway. So, I'm not sure what's going on there, but I'm keeping a vigil on the house today. (Do they know about the bush mites here! TROMBICULIDAE) Could be YouTube related because it was yesterday that they deleted my YouTube account. So, I'm hoping I won't have to update this page any more - such wishful thinking. Oh, and I've had retailers stealing from me since I've moved here, they are listed on the stolen items list on page one. 5. Masks are for US If you mow the lawns, you should be wearing a mask. If you chainsaw, you should be wearing a mask. If you do poison spraying, you should be wearing a mask. If you go up into an attic space, you should be wearing a mask. If you're in a situation where you can smell petrol fumes from a petrol/diesel driven engine, you should be wearing a mask. If you make a cut or are sanding plywood, or mdf/craftwood, you should be wearing a mask. If you're painting or cleaning with chemicals, you should be wearing a mask I can't believe in Queensland, no one gives a toss about these basic safety standards when dealing with toxic carcinogenic particles (especially council workers; don't you have any rules on this kind of thing). Be responsible for your own lungs, don’t wait for someone to order you to do it. (the mask in the picture is not available in Australia, but it is the best on the market for disposable masks, having the best seal to face). I was again prompted to rewrite this and upload it due to lately observing men; gardeners and council workers, spraying poisons in my vicinity, not only NOT giving a dam about my health, but they themselves not wearing a mask for their own protection. 6. New Hat Stolen, taken from car, Friday morning, parked at the Sarina Beach Club “My hat was stolen from my locked car parked outside Sarina Beach Surf club on Friday between 10-11am, (Nov 2024) have you seen it? It’s is extremely recognizable – I purchased it from the servo, and I covered it in pink fabric -it still has pins in it on top, as I had not finished sewing it (!) I know someone will recognize it when the silly little thief wears it. Please contact me or the police if you see it, better yet - get it back off them, any means necessary! The police have been advised already, and 2 female suspects have been given.” That was the little blurb I put next to a photo of my hat that was stolen, on Facebook. I had a bit of a mixed response from people, some people thought it was a great idea to post the photo, while other people were completely offended and angry by the post of a stolen hat! {Possibly it is those people who actually stole it, were the “offended”, but one of my groups banned me from the group for the post (my local Sarina Community Group), so poo poo to those 4 small minded and easily manipulated admin. I've taken their names down for future reference. (Lee Ross, Aleesha Birch, Kirstie Ross, Katherine Oake) Anyway, one of the people on Facebook asked me why anyone would nick my hat and so I composed a list of reasons that I immediately thought of as a response; Well, let me think now, ok, any number of reasons: 1 - No reason except took it because they could, it was the one large visible object inside my car. A thrill steal. 2 - They wanted the hat; planned and pre-meditated theft, as I had a daily ritual involving my hat, so a stalking theft. 3 - It is a very large pink hat, and as I used to wear it daily in public, someone who doesn't like the colour pink or the fact that it was so large, was so offended by this hat, that they stole it. 4 - Someone saw me second-guessing myself that day and decided to teach me a lesson. An unwanted predator narcissist theft. 5 - A retarded council worker related theft, due to the complaint I had just made about the garbage trucks littering as they drive from bin to bin (The trucks aren't covered at the top and so the lightweight rubbish flies out and lands on the side of the road - like a lot of rubbish flies out.) 6 - A tourist (a cunt) who has previously stolen from me at another address, may just have stopped by and wanted to dysfunctional tell me that they are in the area. I'm pretty sure I could think of more reasons; I'm a fairly creative person. But ultimately how should I know the mind of a stupid thief? I don't! I am so different from a "stupid thief", that I can only guess why they would take something so unique. So that was my response, then I got comments from other people, who thought of some more: 1 - I am “Miss goody two shoes”, so that very fact pissed them off, and wanted to take their feelings of inadequacy about themselves, out on me by stealing from me. 2 - stole it because the colour pink represents female, and they hate women, so stole it. 3 - The "stupid drunk" reason. (Although it was at 10 o'clock in the morning.) 4 - Stolen it because I was in control of my life, so, was there that day, as that’s what I wanted. And some people think that's wrong, and that a man should be in control of me (!). So, they stole it (can you believe that one, if that’s true: ahhhh COMPLETE MORON with the extreme psychological problems). 5 - there are some people in society who have a personality trait still not quite evolved, and are dog-like, and so a "dog" has picked up on my scent, and has not liked it, and has so stolen my hat. (Not necessarily talking about a literal scent, more like intangible scent). 6 - On that particular day, back in November, it was more windy than usual, and if I had a worn my pink hat, it would've blown off for sure - I may have even lost it in the water! So, maybe, someone was trying to be "helpful", and stole it so I wouldn't wear it and lose it ! Lol 7 – stolen by Mackay council staff who were in the area at that time, as they are people who are cocky enough to steal in that manner. I just like to comment on the “goody two shoes”. I feel like I AM ACTUALLY this way! Because I have so many people trying “to get me”, like sabotage, it happens ALL THE TIME; banning from my local group is a perfect example, but I am pretty sure Centrelink have a red flag next to my name to indicate “DO NOT BOTHER INVESTIGATING if member of the public put in a complaint of some sort”. - So many people trying “to get me”. – oh, if only I were paranoid! It's like I have been forced to be prim and proper all the time! Bloody cunts! (I found swearing to be an especially good weapon, they really hate it.) However, I don't drink, I never have my whole adult life, I personally think people who drink are pretty much non-thinkers, and that is the reason they drink – they don’t want to think. (Big problem in Australia). T-H-I-N-K So, knowing how many people drink in Australia especially, I can see why some people would have a problem with my attitude, because I really have no tolerance for drunks, and even people who drink not to the point of inebriation, but are still slightly intoxicated, those people are unbearable; you're trying to talk and they're pretty much are antagonistic, rude and have no patience or tolerance. So, I stand by my “goody two shoes” attitude. If you're a pathetic drunk you are flawed, with only yourself to blame. There is an easy remedy, even if you're forced to go and slug it out every day, day after day, doing the same thing, working with a bunch of arseholes - you can still remedy everything. By the way, my secret feelings and attitude towards the person who stole this hat; I wish them dead. I wish I had a drone assassinator, so I could put a bullet in their ear. I'm not sure what you make of that goody two shoes response, but this is my general feelings towards anyone who steals from me. I should add here, when it was taken I was parked between two cars, one red and one white, the person driving the white car I saw; they were a couple, the boy was extremely skinny and had a bright blue hat, he looked way too young to have girl friend, he looked like a child. But was holding hands with the driver, whilst doing weird things with his bright blue hat as I walked back to the car. I later saw him on a tradie Facebook group in Mackay, and asked the person who posted it about the hat, I checked out their profile too - their profile was dodgy, looked like a fake girls name. plus “I don't know anything” response. So, it could've been them. However, I suspect they were in cahoots with the person in the red car who was the person who actually stole it, because whenever I have things stolen I'm always seeing a girl in a red car - I would go so far as to say, if you see a girl driving a red car, you can assume that she is a little thief. It seems red is the colour choice of a female bimbo thieves when it come to cars. There were also 2 women at the surf club, one appeared to be possibly from Council, the other one appeared to be the cleaner down there. I possibly think they are all in cahoots with the theft of my hat? I took a screenshot of the girls name who posted in the Mackay trading group it's a fake name and her profile picture shows five different people. If anyone would like to see it please PM me. The main photo was a photo of a short blonde bimbo on the phone. Update: due to my persistency on Facebook about this hat. There was an attempt to return it to me!; I received a personal message late Juanuary, stating they have seen a pink hat in the grass near Gum Street. Unfortunately, the message was sent early Jan, but for some reason (possible FB IT Nerd sabotage?) I received it some weeks after it was sent, so, by the time I went there to check, alas, I discovered the remains of my hat; (see photo), it had been mown over. ☹️ So even though it was not a good outcome I'm very impressed that somebody saw it and contacted me - thank you so much to that person (Peta). Possibly the thief has decided with all of the hoopla I kicked up about this, on Facebook; it was not safe to wear, (!), and so they have just thrown it out the window of their car (?). Did not even have the decency to return it. That thief is going to be in "karmic debt" to me now. You really have to think before you act. 👉 7. Passive Aggressive Dogs on FB still Playing Sides At the moment I have narcissistic STALKERS stalking me on Facebook marketplace. A few weeks ago, they set up a situation to try and “play sides”. They are the “dogs who play sides”. And so what happened is that I arranged to meet someone (Nguyen Thuy) at their unit to get some free Vietnamese mint, and when I went there, turns out the person didn't give me the unit number, they just said they lived above the bakery, so I go the unit above the bakery, this Asian guy answered, said “oh you don't really want to talk to them but you're after the person who lives in number 1, you have to go up the other end.” So, I go up the other end, you have to go around the back, found number 1, and guess what? there was no one home! I was so pissed off. I sent them message, no response suddenly. But at the back door was the Vietnamese mint, plus an empty plastic pot, and a spade, so I'm thinking they must've just left this out for me just in case they weren't home. So, I got some, a small section of their large tub, and left (plus I left a bag of fruit at their back door, as I don't like to leave people with nothing, I left some fancy acha-cha fruit for them, probably a dozen in a plastic bag). So, I get home and there’s a message from some other girl at Sarina, Zoe Verdonk who I had contacted in regards to a cycad; she had ignored my message from days before, then her latest message now was ‘too late!’ I can't remember her exact words but she was rude, and I immediately knew she was DOG. (I had a childhood dog, named Zoe, a Labrador). So, then I got a message from Nguyen Thuy who accuses me of stealing! Unbelievable. You know, I think the young man who I spoke to at the top of the stairs above the bakery, was Nguyen Thuy, and when he saw me he just pretended that he wasn't the person. An arsehole. But, get this, there’s more: my landlord starts acting really weird when I get home (I stopped by there first. So, I suspect now this was a whole plan by the dogs to try to play sides against my landlord, to try and get me kicked out like what they do with every landlord I have. Fuck off with your passive aggressive theft accusations. The whole community is the one who's stealing from me - don't try and turn it around the other way! So typical of a narcissistic. I will be doing my best not to go back into Sarina they are a bunch of thieving dogs.. Seriously, that town has got some major problems going on. And now I know why there's so many people I've encountered who have said in a kind of ‘turned up their nose’ fashion ‘ooh no, we're not from Sarina.’ I will include our messenger conversation as proof – I am not making this up: 8 February 8 Feb 2025, 16:45 Nguyen · Blocked This is called Vietnamese coriander You sent That’s what some call, it it’s also known as Vietnamese mint; tomatoes tomatoes! Anyway, I would like to grow some of this, do you think next time I go into town you could dig me up some with some roots, and I can put it in a plastic bag and take it home? - unless you already have some potted up? Nguyen · Blocked Yes I will give free for you, if you want You sent I could swap you, if you want a Mulberry tree? Nguyen · Blocked Thank you, but i don't need it because live in unit, I can't plant big tree Where do you live? You sent I live in Paradise! I'll give you another PM when I know when I'm due in town next, actually I don't have to go in very often, but I've got a doctors appointment coming up soon. You sent 👍 You sent Hello are you going to be home tomorrow afternoon? I thought I would stop by and get some Vietnamese Mint, (Vietnamese coriander). Maybe around 4 o'clock? Nguyen · Blocked Yes, sure You sent Ah wonderful, what's the address? Nguyen · Blocked My address: 9 broad street, Sarina You sent Are you above the bakery? Nguyen · Blocked Yes, correct 9. This is the type of antagonistic thing they do to me when I go into town: disgusting little girls, they have the key, and they have apple who can override my apple cameras. BULLIES, and hey; fuck off. (it is actually wax paste, some little cunt has got my jar, and placed a blob on the table) 10. Plastic Hook stolen from inside my washing machine I tried to warn people! These stupid delinquents have been stealing from me for over 20 years now, do you think they're just going to suddenly stop because I've moved here? Well, I sure did not think that!! But, the thieving imbeciles can't get into this house, because I have patio locks now, which are brilliant (every house needs them), plus I'm also pretty well conditioned now, in the art of locking my house WHENEVER I leave it, including gardening and washing. So all my other houses that I've lived in have had just normal looks, and they can easily be picked by pretty much anyone. So because these thieves now cannot take from inside my house, they're getting really desperate, and taking stupid items from outside in the back laundry area. Stupid items that will go under the radar of the police, or anyone else. Only I seem to know that they were stolen (Australia post knows!) They were stolen in the attempt to persecute me. This is their pattern, little pathetic fools. So my plastic hook was attached to my fabric shower curtain, it was well attached, it would not have just fallen out in the wash, it would have to be removed; so the thief either lifted the washing machine lid and took it out while it was sitting there after the load finished, or they took it off the curtain when I had hung it up to dry on the line - I didn't bother to check whether it was there or not at that point. But it certainly was not under the clothes line or in the washing machine, or anywhere in that area. Stolen. I have to update this, because the following day, that broken glass hook above, was lying next to the washing machine, and it was placed by the thief. This stupid little thief thinks, I'm pretty certain, that they're doing me a favour; my theory is that they put this glass hook there because there's a big push at the moment to get rid of plastics. I did a youtube video on it, saying the admin people on Facebook, and the Internet, should be focusing on banning plastics, rather than banning me!! (I said that they were completely stupid for doing this) LOL. Anyway, I assume you can now get glass shower curtain hooks? I haven't checked, because I have metal shower curtain hooks, the only reason why one of them is plastic, is because this stupid little thief stole one of the metal hooks when I was living at Builyan, and so now I'm one short, and that plastic one was already here. That thief does way more harm than good. I suspect they're trying to make up for their evil, but they're not going to, God sees everything you stupid little bimbo. And by the way what a crap mother this thief had. I mean she has ultimately fucked up her child so much, that the child thinks it's perfectly fine to steal. She is a failure of a mother. Quite frankly I'm tired of society not acknowledging the crap work that mothers do. All the thievery, all the crime, all the harassment; this is a direct result of bad parenting, in particularly, hopeless crap bimbo mothers. Why is it up to me to point these things out? All I hear in regards to mothers is “good” and “positive” things – happy mothers day, have a bunch of flowers for your crap mothering skills. In reality they are crap crap crap and turning a blind eye, and not doing anything to resolve their flaws and weakness. There seriously needs to be compulsory parenting class, and I say compulsory, to save face for all the bimbos who don't want to acknowledge that they are crap mothers. Compulsory parenting class for every single pregnant woman in Australia, and for each child after, if they have the stupidity to have more than one. The metal hook is missing too. 11. Police stealing via speeding ticket, and facebook ban, and placed dead roo, car and armcha I wrote about my “fake” speeding ticket on FB, it was removed - Another fb banned post. You know, make no mistake about it, a threat to free speech is a threat to human rights. I push boundaries, not out of a desire for fame or recognition, I believe in the hope of a better future. Dissent by the people is a necessity, to prevent greed, oppression, a dictatorship and poverty. My post; $483 for a speeding ticket for alleged 16 km over the speed limit. I claim I was not speeding at the time. Actually, I saw the police car, at that time, 716am, in Connors Street at Mackay, and I looked at my Speedo and I was not speeding, I was going 60km, (Phew I was relieved at the time. Phew) Is there anything I can do about this? This is pure money-making tactic, they obviously wanted me to pay for something? This ticket represents more than just a speeding fine, it's a push for me not to sell my plants on Facebook marketplace, in Mackay. This ticket is a big deal and the powers that be in the MARKET PLACE knows it. They hate seeing me win, and when I drove up to Mackay, I could sell my plants, make some small odd purchases on FB Market Place, and could usually make the trip pay for itself winning – winning – OMG, they HATE when I win. It is an oppressive tactic. As now I cannot sell my plants in Mackay. And in one of the comments, who asked about dash cam and speed records, I mentioned specifically the irony, because I was driving up to Mackay not only to drop off plants but to fix my car, it had some electrical issues, AND the dash cam needed to be fixed. I was taking my car up to Mackay instead of Sarina, as some local person from Facebook (girl with bitch nature), had taken upon herself, to go around and sabotage me with the other 2 mechanics, so who now refuse to serve me, or even take my booking or communicate with me at all via their online website on Facebook. So bad luck to that girl because I found a brilliant mechanic in Mackay who fixed all my car electrical problems and didn't overcharge me, and that is actually quite rare these days. By the way the police have done this once before at Gladstone, when I won a court case in regards to a bond; I should receive my bond back, and so the police fined me on my way home to Miriam Vale, and the amount was exactly the same as my bond. Not a coincidence. Police have rules unto themselves, they are greedy and corrupt, and if you have to rent, you are an automatic victim at all times. The police always side with the rich. they are small minded, and cannot see the big picture. So maybe as punishment for washing (current landlord has heaps of water – yet another source of winning that they HATE. Plus maybe also, $483 as punishment for not drinking, because I had spare change in my pocket to spend on Temu. Also I’m sick of seeing dead kangaroos by the side of the road so I took a video of one and put it on Facebook and I put it on fast forward (to make it a quick short vid to upload - my Telstra internet does not work properly), and I think a police has seen it and saw how fast I was going and thought I was speeding and really it was just on fast forward, when I was doing like you know 20km, (I don’t speed), just after that, I got the ticket, stupid stupid, stupid stupid police, by the way I’m not entirely sure if that was a hit-and-run kangaroo. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone actually went and got a dead kangaroo, several times, and put them by the side of the road (like they did with that smashed up cars and arm chair - just at that Campwin turn off), such is the nature of stupid Bogans who annoyed the crap out of me. Stop using me to control the stupid male rev heads here who drive big fancy expensive meathead cars, and have big egos - who the police would dare not stop and give a ticket to) exactly like Debbie croft humiliating me infront of the class, for the specific point of getting the boys to do their homework. Fucked cunts. Actually, someone later suggested it was school teachers who arranged the speeding ticket, as they are afraid of me. {I have a lot of dirt on bloody hopeless school teachers). Plus the police, when I phoned them (to complain about my bogus ticket), said, it was a ‘thing’ and they had pre-planned it specifically to get me – she was quite blasé about it. I cursed her. And, on the day, the police were parked in one of those fancy blue police cars (I allways thought they were fake police), outfront of the shed I had taken a photo of before, and wrote a blog story about (it was called “keep it simple stupid” - and they took a photo of my car there, not a coincidence. They could be stealing from me because I don't have kids, and they're giving that money to stupid little sluts who have little fatherless bastards. (?) I am being punished for not having kids, and not being a slut. This post was ban from my local Campwin Beach and Sarina Beach Community Noticeboard group. It was also banned from the Gunnedah group, and the Mackay group, and then my local Campwin Beach and Sarina Beach Community Noticeboard, ban me altogether from posting any posts. (oh, one of the Mackay groups did not ban it, will have to make special note as to which one – common sense one). I would like to name and shame these 3 non-thinking, easily manipulated, juvenile admin, for refusing to post any of my posts in my local group. Michelle Berardi, Dwayne Crothers, Natalie Crothers. I have since left this group because I'm not going to be oppressed in this manner; a new tactic instead of ‘banning’ altogether. (I have already been ban from the Sarina group). If I have something to say I would like to say it - I'm not going to be a part of a group to shut up and listen to them and look at their ads. That would be absurd. Btw, how can you use me as a “humiliation” example, if you keep banning me? The dykes on bikes have just ridden past, telling me that they're not going to steal this story, because it portrays me in a good light, and the local community here in a bad light; so, anyone reading it may start to see the truth and reality, start to see what's going on, I am not the bad guy. The dykes on bikes (who I have mentioned numerous times on my blog as they hound me), don't want people to know the truth. Btw, the dykes on bikes have been harassing me all morning, if I venture outside (it is too cold for me to be outside, weird cold allergy), so every time I step outside: noisy motorbikers starts revving. So possibly these dykes on bikes are actually young men in their 20s who have been let off their leash by their hopeless over controlling mothers, so they annoy the crap out of everybody on a motorbike. Possibly playing the “save the girl” game. See. It must be over for the day. They will be there again tomorrow morning no doubt. ALL THE TIME. Still the police do nothing, but blame me for those arsholes, and make me pay $483 (8 payments a month, for 8 months – yes, really low income you stupid thieves). 12. Pink Bowl I suspect the local police stole this bowl after the above story - as I kept seeing them whenever I drove anywhere - they stalking too. Maybe they can see the locals stealing from me, and are putting their presence here?? Plus some stupid bitch is still putting water in my fuel tank unless I put my camera on. oh no - that's not a nuisance, at all, I just love setting up my camera then having to check it everywhere I go. Also, dogs doing signs "scream loudly, since they stealing from you." Also, when these things were stolen, there were planes flying overhead in more than usual way, there was some girl dressed as prostitute on bad English movie, on you tube, saying “thank you” – as in talking responsibility for theft. There was also some unknown person doing “your stealing signs”. You know, my email is below, in the footer of EVERY PAGE – if you think I have stolen anything of yours, then bloody email me and state what it actually is? Don’t be such a passive aggressive narcissistic coward. There is a slim chance this bowl broke, and I forgot, plus forgot to take a photo (I also take photos of things I throw out, incase I forget and accuse someone of stealing it) - oh no, NOT a nuisance TO DO THAT AT ALL! 13. Stolen blue Glasses and Screen cleaner That cleaning fluid was stolen: Just before I left the house yesterday, I saw this on the floor as I walked past, carrying something heavy, and I kicked it out of my way, under my desk, thinking “what the bloody hell is that doing there”. Next day, it is gone. STOLEN by coward, stolen by Microsoft (who always send me an update whenever something of mine is stolen (cba – they see you stealing too), Rachel Wainbergs little sister Sarah Wainberg (? They do signs, she stole my umbrella that Rachel had given me many years ago, stupid little 3rd born, or it was made to look like her “STAND THERE”), and or my neighbours who are trying to inflict pain on me. FUCK OFF. Why do I have to keep spelling it out? You know, I think this theft is NOT product placement for the fluid (as it is no longer available {actually I tried to get some more and saw that I could not, and I could not get any monitor cleaning fluid anywhere, it was a little bizarre, and so I thought well this one's really good, so it'll probably be stolen as they steal all my good things - and that's why I took a photograph of it. And sure enough, 4 years later, it has been stolen}) So I think it is product placement for “the helpers” – its like the same person stealing from me is doing it for the sole point of being ‘enabled’ by the rest of the community to try to control everything about me in my life. Do you see how they work? They set up this revolting situation of bullying, so then someone can step in and “save” the girl. It's all done by the same people; they are fucked. I AM 52 YEARS OLD. This cleaner btw, I‘m fairly certain, it came with the computer that dad purchased back in 2000 or something, from the computer guy in Gunnedah { Country Computer Solutions, and they are still there!), the guy came into the house and set it up the new fancy computer – great service. I am not sure, but in retrospect that guy could be someone that went to Limbri public school, when my brother and I were there, his name was Bret? I'm not entirely sure, as I can't even remember the computer guy’s name, even though he provided excellent service. But maybe he could be the person doing the computer microsoft things on my computer to make me think that it's Microsoft related? I doubt it, but maybe he is still friends with Daniel (my little brother), (?) maybe someone stole that fluid to give to Daniel (my little brother), as they thought it was his?? It was not my brother who took it, he lives in Sydney with his wife and family. Who knows why this fluid was stolen. But obviously the thief has a ‘dysfunction’ going on in their head. I WANT IT BACK – and no, I am not asking politely. Shove your niceties and apologies up your arse. Still having to write this Blog. I've mentioned on my blog, when someone steals something, often there are purchases of my seeds. And of course, there are Microsoft updates on my computer - I'm not sure if it's Microsoft related, or just perves at Microsoft who can see what’s been stolen, and then showing off about it “ see my powers of observation”. But I want to add here, as well as purchases, I'm fairly certain I've noticed them doing a ‘reward’ and ‘punishment’ thing; like if I clean the toilet, suddenly I have 3 purchases of seeds! Not a coincidence. And then if I do something that displeases this particular coward cunt, (and make no mistake, it would be female, only a female is this stupid), so, then I have no purchases for like a week; don't ask me what it is that I do to displease or ‘interrupt’ this particular coward cunts idea of social rules??? Communication is not their strong point; their only thoughts involve taking and stealing, like what a child does, a baby in fact, because usually a child learns by age 3 that just taking is not acceptable.Furthermore to those seed purchases, I have noticed such people develop a kind of ownership mentality, as in "well, I helped her and gave her some money, so I am an important and significant other in her life" akin to a husband or guardian wannabe!! Hence the reaction when I do something that either ‘pleases’ or ‘doesn't please’ the pervs. They think they have a say in the decisions I make because they purchased my seeds. Just so weird and so dysfunctional. And, to spell it out – no, you do not get to decide any decisions on my behalf. Guess what: you are not a superior decision maker. I want to point out, whoever is doing this – is not associated with me in any way, I'm not one of these people who thinks, you know, to be successful, you should only hang out with successful people, and don't have any "toxic" people in your life - that, is a load of garbage. (I don’t care if you’re a loser! 😁). But people who steal, and who are narcissists, who are bullies; those are the people you should not have in your life, because they are the ones who will try and fuck it up. I certainly would not associate with anyone who would steal in this manner, and do such a stupid narcissistic thing, not personally, not even business like; I would never allow them into my life. I only have healthy people thanks very much – if your mother fucked you up; TOUGH TITTIES, I have no tolerance for you, no desire for long term suffrage – I have no desire “to save“ you, no desire to change you. And this opinion is not going to change with time. Really and truly, you are beneath me and ANY person, you are on the lowest wrung. You are the real ‘dogs’ (I was going to say you are the “Bolsheviks”. But the dictionary definition, defines ‘Bolsheviks’ as an expression used to describe a communist. But this implies the narcissist’s is really anti wealthy people who want to remain wealthy at the detriment of the poor. And I know this is NOT the motivation of the person who steals from me, as I am one of the lowest income earners in Australia, 2nd only to ‘students’. So ‘dogs’ it still is. Dogs who simply belong in jail, away from all single women. There are plenty of actually wealthy people who would not care or even notice if you stole their cleaning fluid, the fact that this person does not steal from them instead, is STUPIDITY AND NARCISSISM. 2 weeks later a pink bread plate was stolen and this fluid cleaner was returned to the middle of the living room floor: things only get returned if there is sufficient motivation for thief to do so. I would say this story I wrote about it, is the reason, something I said is condemning to them. so I am leaving it up (usually I take down the photo of any found or returned items.) 14. Another pink bread plate stolen today Sunday 24th August from locked house Another plate of mine from my crocery set, has been stolen today; my landlord came down and asked me to go up to his shed he wanted me to take some photos of some items, while I was gone the house was locked, and this was taken out of my locked house. It most definitely would've been stolen by a stupid bimbo mother as I had just prior uploaded my story that I wrote in 2022 about how stupid mothers are and how they are not even aware of how stupid they are. 15. Essential oil stolen AGAIN I've had a lot of essential oil stolen. Most of it taken when I lived at Gin Gin, Kookaburra Park, (close to Bundaberg). It was the time when essential oils were really starting to take off in popularity. And there are a lot of stupid stupid young bimbo women in their 20s and 30s who steal. {Not to mention the ones in their 40s and 50s who still continue to steal because they haven't actually grown up out of their baby years}. The dysfunction amongst women is extreme in Australia - you think men have problems, wrong, women are way more fucked up than men. And what I noticed they started doing it at Sarina, in that unit, they would take a bottle, and I just see that a bottle was stolen (they are all numbered in order), I take a photo of what remains. Obvious that it is gone. But then a month later when I'm going through my oils, suddenly there is this bottle that was stolen. I look at it, and I can see that it's half empty, or a quarter empty.. so, what they have started doing is taking the bottles stealing some and then putting it back again, hoping I would not notice. Just revolting those people: so spoilt and entitled, behaving like brats even in their 50’s. So that happened to this bottle: as you can see from the photo it's practically empty, when I just made up the blend (Arnica oil), and it was half over half full. I had got it out of my storage, ready, to apply it to my sore foot later before bed. So, about 30ml looks stolen, could be a bit more, aprox $70 worth of essential oil. STOLEN I had also noticed that same day, a pink bread plate had been stolen. A matching pink bowl was taken at a previous time. And a mop handle was taken (it was unscrewed in 3 parts, and they left the mop, then 1 handle extension next to it, and took the top handle part. Very odd; they don't usually do things like that? I'm thinking there was a different thief this time, a copycat, or maybe a different person accompanying the usual typical thief??? who knows. But my neighbours have been harassing me for the past month or two, both neighbours in front of me and next to me. One of them has young people who harassed me at night for about a week, burning grass in their unused part of the backyard. And in that time my outdoor aquarium tank was overheated, resulting in fish death; I believe in retrospect it was those stupid little idiots. Listen carefully stupid neighbours: I CAN’T HEAR YOU; I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU. SO, FUCK OFF AND MIND YOUR OWN GODDAM BUYSINESS. I've also noticed amongst my neighbours, they seem, well maybe there's some little game that the leeches are playing; if somebody implies that I just lost something rather than it was stolen, then they get really excited and throw a party for themselves declaring that they won as they think they got away with it. Because the people who can do something about it, don't actually believe me that it was stolen and this has been an ongoing issue - pretty much nobody actually believes me when I tell them that someone stole my “pink bread plate”. Don’t get me started on when I tell them they've been stealing my reading glasses (I've literally had hundreds of reading glasses taken), and they think I lost them (“everyone loses their glasses” they say) Well WRONG! I don't lose my glasses, somebody steals them (although btw, I don’t believe I have a had any glasses stolen in over 12mnths-bloody miracle). NEWSFLASH: you did not win: Stealing is a crime in this country not only is it a crime and you can be sent to jail but it's a religious mandate. Everybody thinks stealing is scum behaviour. And if you deceive the human authorities well, you too bad for you, can’t get past God, HA. So, you can take your stupid rebellion and shove it up your arse because you are going to lose big time in the end, don't think that just by not believing in something that it's not true. Oh, and yeah, like I have nothing better to do today, than write this story up to deal with this fucking stupid bimbos who keep stealing from me: fuck off you stupid little dogs. By the way, I wrote to my local politician to complain about these theft's in my community, {since the police don't do anything and are fucked}. And after I did that the person who had been verbally harassing me at my neighbours, who drives a Ute, have disappeared. So maybe it was them? So is this what I have to do every few weeks or months when people start harassing me, then eventually ending in theft: write to a politician so that this stupid coward leaves??? Australia is a fucked backwards country, it's embarrassing to be called Australian when surrounded by complete thieving MORONS. Oh and I just remembered something else that was taken, and that was one of those adapter plugs in the photo. I just received a new pump for the aquarium, I was very excited at the time because the plug actually fit - a lovely snug fit that wouldn't fall out of the socket. I have been using it to unplug my aquarium every night, and every morning, back in, and one recent morning I came out and the plug had been swapped over so it just fell out. There is no doubt in my mind that this plug was swapped over, this is exactly something that the thieves would do. Swapping over good quality items for crap ones, has been another ongoing issue: it's something Australian females retailers do (because they're fucked people). When I happen to see an item in my kitchen from Kmart, I am reminded of how crap it is, and is because whenever I purchase products from Australian suppliers they give me seconds or faulty items, and if by chance I receive something of good quality that it's not a faulty second item like has been the case through Online purchases, then retailers in Australia will literally (not kidding here) break into my house and swap the item over for one that's faulty - they have done this on numerous items. Including also can openers, chipped crockery, there has been heaps and heaps and heaps of products that have been swapped over for crap ones. Australian retailers are the biggest thieves ever, and if I can get a chance to purchase from America or China, I'm taking it. I have recently been dealing with department of fair trading, due to a such faulty item, from the good guys, who refused to communicate or honour their warranty. In the end they said they would honour their warranty with a refund, and then the same week I get these items stolen out of my house. Not a coincidence. 14. 3 bread plates stolen on Sunday 24th August 2025 ON 24 August, Sunday morning, I left the house with my landlord and went up to his shed about 100m up the road to take some photos. The house was locked. When I came back these 2 bread plates were missing. Stolen. As well as essential oil, and probably other things that I haven't noticed yet, probably food as well. As I was trying to find a photo of my plates (can’t believe I don’t have a better shot), I realised that there's been heaps of other crockery that has been stolen since I moved to Queensland. There are a lot of stupid women in Australia stealing crockery. So I'll put those photos here but it was only those top 2 that were taken on Sunday. I think it's a government DOG Facebook police related organised crime? And they have got to my landlord. Such weakness. All of those plates were from Vinnys, like $.50 they would've cost me, except for the pink ones which were from Kmart. I believe the ones from Kmart that were stolen, as they a part of a set, was stolen by some stupid woman who purchased the set at the same time as me back in 2016 or so, knows that I have the set, and has hers has broken, (as she is stupid), and so has stolen part of mine to replace her broken or chipped one. So it'll probably be someone from Gunnedah. So out of my 8 breadplates, I had 3 left only yesterday. So I got 2 of them and smashed them – now they can’t steal the remainder (I would have done all 3, but the other has a rockmelon on it in the fridge – So now I have to purchase some more bread plates. Vinny is out, and Kmart is out - so where the hell am I meant to get my bread plates from? I also had some blonde turnup yesterday trying to give me more money than the agreed Facebook price $20 more (Unrelated item), so I think she might have something to do with the theft; trying to compensate me for the plates?? She had permed blonde long hair, there are a lot of blondes in Queensland. She said her name was Janine Janbeluki, probably a fake name? $20 by the way, doesn't compensate for the theft. Like I've said, the cost of the theft is far greater than the value of the item- it's about stress. I have estimated compensation is $5000 per item, and there's 4 items taken on Sunday, that's $30,000. If you want to compensate, then that's what you're up for. If you can't afford to steal, you shouldn't be doing it. And by the way, given my experience with the Australian police, I know there's no point in putting in a theft report, (they don't take me seriously due to the low value of stolen items, and in fact will accuse me of being crazy, and will deeply resent the fact that I've called them about something so trivial, and plus will start stalking me to give me a speeding ticket}. So what I did, was put in a complaint to my local politician, telling her about the thieving that's going on in her community.