Not that box ticking, all though he has been doing a little of that too, doing it very well. The evidence is clear, screaming epileptic type fit clear.
But, it’ll be equally entertaining, instead Fred ticks Centrelink’s … ticks it good, real good. Figures, since he has to write these applications to engage in numbers in database putting might as well have some fun with it. See if it can be done with integrity.
Northern Territory (mainly) mental health spaces
Dear ignorant twat,
To be honest, the last thing in the world I want to do is work for another ignorant hypocritical organisation (therefore, work in Australia). However, it is more important to me that I tick the box which allows me to get the resources I require to leave this ignorance hell known as Australia.
You see, Australia, you, is so pathetically ignorant that we will bang on about bullying, forcing others to only say what everyone says, but never actually look in the mirror to understand its behaviour.
For instance, Australia will send a man to war, glorifying killing other people, prioritise murder over those dying in horrific circumstances, on our own shores, in our own First Nations communities, hidden away from all. Hidden, and me, us, required to keep our mouth shut when that horrific is a 23-year-old man hanging from a power pole in Maningrida in full view of everyone.
Not an isolated event.
Or, alternatively, women will walk to the clinic in Gunbalanya with their faces bashed in, before this worker has even finished his morning coffee. They will hold their daughter’s hand as they go, another won’t be let in because the clinic is treating a man’s sprained wrist, you know how he got it right?
Then, that same community, an opportunity to make some ground, to bring some safe back, but only if the program leader comes to see their leaders. He didn’t, his ego would not allow him to take chartered planes, had to come on a cloud of glory in the police plane. Charlie King of course, an Aboriginal man, well, not really, he has abandoned his brothers and sisters for his ego, a white man with semi-brown skin.
It was cancelled, as his worker said it would be, community conversation didn’t happen, no change, no progress, just the continued ego reinforcement of a coward and his craven co. And, of course, another promise broken by those singing salvation, the generational trauma reinforcement continues.
Oh, it was cancelled the night before.
Back to the soldier, all this, but when he has nothing, nothing at all. Living in the bush in a hammock with nothing but weetbix, he is required to tick a box to get his own money to save his own life. He must first be dependant on the government.
Super can’t be changed, the law, not even fight worthy apparently. Yet, the law can change, the soldier knows this. He knows it will be changed, shitloads of resources expended, to recover a kidnapped journalist in Iraq. The soldier was there, he was part of the team, lucky he wasn’t killed. But, still, nothing can be done.
Are you starting to understand?
I know your organisation is just like Catholic Care NT, who I have included in this, nothing but ignorance, zero integrity, a bunch of cowards cowarding like only cowards can. Thoughtless brainless mindless zombies who follow a narrative and nothing else.
Narelle Gosstray, she was my manager at CCNT, a woman who’s previous job, and her words, had her managing nothing and nobody. My response is that it was still too much responsibility. The same goes for you.
Other examples, this place, your place, what you do, the lack of integrity. Charlie King, bullies and manipulates, does not listen, his wife, the CEO is a beaten down bitch (the canine comparison), Charlie the doer. The executive the enabler. Raising a program to fight for social issues does not immediately absolve you of your own violence, like all of you seem to think.
This is the thinkless and thoughtless I am here to discuss, you are all it, when you live in hypocrisy, like you do, you cannot contribute to healing and peace. You have to be the example at all times in everything, right now you are it at zero times in nothing, just like Charlie King.
When you tell somebody you work in the social discipline as an excuse for why they should listen to your snot have you taken the time to reflect on your industry, at all?
The mental health crisis is out of control, it is worse than ever, clearly. If you have the capacity to use your own brain to think actively, that means to look at your experience for what is rather than what you want it to be, it is there in every moment.
21.7% of Aussies will experience a mental health crisis in their lifetime. Yet, 65% are overweight or obese, are you arguing this is not a mental health issue? Again, please, brain. There is no mental illness worse, more clear in its presentation, than looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how unhealthy you are and letting yourself get more unhealthy. To not be able to walk up a hill without puffing, panting, sweating and making the ugliest faces under the sun the whole time is the sickness of all sicknesses.
Yet, 65% of Aussies are fat, and we think we have something to offer in the mental health world, just generally, the health world. How many of your staff are overweight, how many of them are telling people how to be healthy, mentally healthy? Come on, integrity now, that thing you say to everyone you have, use it please, understand your organisation is nothing but hypocrisy.
Continue to belief, religion in particular, fighting and creating separation based on something that is less than a guess, there is absolutely no evidence for. However, we gather, and groan and sing pathetic songs to something while we absolutely ignore the evidence of experience in front of our eyes. 61% of us are still brainwashed by belief, the religion type, mental illness of all mental illnesses number two.
Oh, and uh, this ignornace of religion and obesity can be expressed but I am not allowed to point out this obvious crap? I’m fat-shaming when I am correcting that pile of slobber thinking any part of the life it lives is healthy. You can be ignorant but I am not allowed to be in integrity?
This is Australia.
Do you think that genocide in Australia was a good thing? If you are a christian you do, otherwise you are a hypocrit, the hypocrit of all hypocrits, that very same thing that your messiah upturned tables and chairs banging on about. Heaven has no place for hypocrits from what I hear.
Use your brain, again, look at the origins of this thing, look at the genocide at its hands, look at its involvement in the genocide in this country, and the horrible that followed, assimiliation anyone?
Your industry is the biggest failure on this earth with the exception of politics. Freud, Jung, these are irrelevant to healing and to progress. These, same to you, will be replaced by plants and people like me, you are already being replaced by plants and people like me.
Your studies show that psilocybin for example is the equivalent of years of intentional therapy, years, and that is with you knobs running it. Someone like me, the very few of us that understand healing (because we actually do it), those numbers are nothing compared to what they can be.
To do this right, healing right, you need to live in integrity; every word, every action, every decision needs to be in integrity, you need to be living what you are teaching. This industry is not just about the privileged who can attend university to put money in their own pockets like Charles Darwin University said to me, yep actually said it, it is about people, care, empathy, compassion, under-fucking-standing.
You need to be fixing yourself to be with the others, then you understand the next thing; the only thing you can do is learn to be with yourself, and not interrupt your mate when they are going through their shit. They need to experience it fully, as you experienced yours. You have not if the topic is still a narrative in your head, you need to do shit to maintain that thing, you are afraid of it overcoming your life again, continue to be triggered.
When you cannot be with her like this you are a failure, you are all a failure, you cannot be with yourself while you support others being them, it is embarrassing what you have done with healing. Your job is simply to interrupt repetitive limiting narratives, but first you must know them, know them in yourself. Integrity, starting to understand the word yet?
An example. this triggers me, well yes, it triggers you and you are using that to try and force and control me from projecting me, you are doing to me what was done to you and you say you want a better world? A safer world?
It is your trigger, you are doing the harm now, you, it is for you to be with that trigger, to take responsibility of it and stop using it as an excuse for all the violence you project to the world. You are harming you now, and others, with that trigger. You are that whom did it to you, one and the same: paedophile father, abusive mother, touchy feely uncle, rapist girlfriend. You are them.
You, your whole industry is this same pure ignorance and it is doing so much harm. You are equal to the heathens mentioned in the previous paragraph, one and the same. Ignorance is harm.
The harm that was done to a good good man when his manager, rather than correcting the problem requiring correcting (Charlie King’s ego), disciplined him without evidence, solely because he was a man, purely on discrimination. When discrimination was our fight.
The team-leader, having this trash next to her, bullied, exaggerated actions to try and get her way, manipulated. When bullying and manipulation is supposed to be the No More m.o.
We were supposed to care about those bashed women we witnessed, the hanging boy, the missing girl, the teenager selling her body to an elder for cigarettes, drugs and fucking alcohol. But no we in the care, just me.
And, now, that good good man, is away from Australia more than he is home, this will be the last time here through necessity, if he has to come back, he will not.
Are you understanding yet? Do you see the effects of your ignorance.
So, I don’t want to work for you, I am better than you, all of you combined. Instead, come and do drugs with me, psilocybin, mushies are popping up everywhere now. Let’s load you up, help you to understand what it actually means to be with yourself, feel all the ignorance you express to the world, understand it, change yourself, then come back to where you are and see if anything you do, have done, adds value to the world, moves it forward.
Zed3, you don’t, to think a piece of paper from that industry makes you competent or have any right to support people with these medicines, is braindead shit guys, just braindead. In fact, to think any of the pieces of paper from this industry, regardless how many years you wasted filling your head with other people’s words, removing all sense of individuality, awareness and creativity in the process, is brainless. That paper is not even any good for wiping arses, all though the crumply papered qualifications might be alright. I’ll try it sometime, have them myself.
So, no, fuck working for you, I don’t want to be abused my employer, I want them to support me, you don’t, won’t, can’t. Which is funny, to be exempt from Centrelink reporting I need one of you mentally sick pricks to diagnose me with a sickness, like how fucked up and pathetic is that? But, what is even more pathetic, refusing to be bullied in the workplace is not an option for exemption.
It makes sense right? When 27 million people let the government bully them, lie to them, are brainless drones the biggest enemy is he/she-who-uses-their-own-brain.
Example, again, voting, a privilege? You know it comes with the threat of a $20 fine for not participating? Maybe that $20 to you is nothing but, then again, you are not a homeless man in the bush eating weetbix, a single mother with children requiring around-the-clock care, a father who lost his wife and is left trying to keep his house and provide for his kids. Of course it’s not the same as violating women’s rights, forcing people to the booth, putting guns in between it and them……… of course not…………
Of course not, it is not what you want it to be.
You all bully, none of you listen, you do not listen because your boat is not being floated, ego identification and inflation has become your world. Your ears are fucking useless.
So, again, applying to give you an opportunity to be better people, for the very first time to contribute value to the world, and most importantly to ensure I tick a box that allows me to access my super without complication in 10 or so weeks.
Won’t even charge you for the session or the drugs, money comes into none of what I do, I’m not a greedy piece of shit, would you do what you do for free? Work to heal others if they don’t give you something for it? Are you really doing any healing?
Welcome to donate of course.
Kind regards,
Frederick Nortje
The RSL
Dear RSLs,
Was having a little debate on the walk in today, coffee then gym or gym then coffee. Thought about it for a moment and a little info popped into my head, well Fred, science says that after exercise you are clearer, more articulate, may even use some fancy words.
Of course, decided better have the coffee first, this group are definitely some of the bluntest bayonets in the battery, not too fancy now. But anyway, your and my English is very compatible because of the blunt, so thank you for that. Thinking about a compliment sandwich here but not sure I have a second one.
Anyhoo. I apply today as part of Centrelink requirements, have no intention of working for you however there is a box ticking requirement to meet and this I am doing. You know a fair bit about this, yeah, box ticking? But, I do it with a little difference to you, with integrity.
Yes, I’d like to earn a living from you but not from doing anything you want me to do, that would be the dumbest thing available. Moreso, for you to do what I want you to do, to be better people, just decent people, wake tomorrow and for the first time start adding value to this world. To use your own brains for their purpose, to think for yourself.
The applications go to where they matter, the shit I give a shit about, my fellow brothers and sisters in arms is a huge one on that list. The Government soon enough, you are practice for my application to the position of PM.
Really, to be honest, the odds are not stacked in my favour of getting a job by then …….. But, I’ll probably be so unpopular that I’ll be the perfect PM candidate, not sure how this works, but it does for this position, so giving it a red hot crack!
And, of course, I don’t mind getting fucked in the arse so that’s an added bonus, half way there. But, then, have respect for myself, probably offsets it.
See, red hot crack …. hard to argue.
There is a story, it will help you understand some of my grievances;
Over the last week I have watched in all different ways my country continue to glorify war, celebrate killing people in horrific ways. We have celebrated and banged on about the soldier, those that have represented this country in the hells of all hells being a man, or a woman, that matters, they really matter from what I hear. Matters enough to idolise their activities.
Sadly, however, in my personal experience, only matters until he does not. Until he asks questions that should be answered. Until he asks you to get off your fat arses and do something that matters, represent that fucking soldier when he needs representation, when he is the available example for all soldiers. Not in the good way.
Honestly RSL, Matt, Mark, David, every single one of your representatives who I discussed my shit with, how the fuck could you do nothing, nothing at all? How could your branch, state, national office do nothing at all? Just how?
It is heartbreaking how lazy you are when you are supposed to be fighting for those who fucking actually fought!!
A man, any man, should not be left living in the bush with nothing, his only option to be dependant on the government before he has any opportunity to give himself a living, to save his life, let alone a war veteran who helped saved another man’s.
Not when he has $250,000.00 sitting in his super, this should not fucking happen. Apathy is the only reason you can accept this, and that means doing nothing, feeling nothing, having no compassion, care and empathy when it is your job title.
A bus driver, an absolute random, was the man who took me into his arms and we broke down together when I finally broke because of this shit. I was walking to a cliff, the highest in Australia; weetbix with water, living in the bush was no living.
RSL, you knew all this, bar the bus driver part. You knew where I was walking those days before I met you. Yet, you did nothing.
Integrity anybody at all?
Every ANZAC celebration this weekend was absolute bullshit (that’s before the disgusting booing of our first nation’s people celebrating their beautiful traditions), lies, an effort from a mediocre pathetic coward organisation to pretend it cares, to pretend it gives a shit.
To pretend the only reason these people, you people, hold your positions is because of anything other then the numbers in your databases and/or the fucking egos in your heads. You are useless, absolutely useless.
You know RSL, your reps, from the Hobart RSL in particular did not raise a single red flag when I came to their door? Not when I wrote an email about self-harm? Not when I made it clear the ridiculously vulnerable situation I was in, a situation almost no other man would have survived? So much not-one-red-flag that I left the country without as much as a question, yeah I was in that same vulnerable state.
Just had 20k now, and was overseas with free access to every drug under the sun. You knew this too RSL, my heavy drug usage included.
Come on guys, do you really know what care means? Integrity means?
So, my application is to help you remove this useless, be an organisation that gives a shit. My previous application is applied below, a DV team that was the reason I walked away from everything, it has the solution for you too.
Seriously guys, just seriously, at least pretend to be decent human beings. Maybe start by being human beings I suppose rather than mindless brainless following soldier drones.
Oh, the sandwich, found a second (compliment). The Army holds a special place in my heart, it gave me the support I needed to go from an environment of confusion, one where my independence was shattered to another that gave me everything I needed to exist. The Army supported me to grow into my skin, to learn to know I was going to be okay.
Entering the Army, representing my country in war, the mates, laughs, beautiful beautiful times, so proud I was. So very proud. It was a huge reason I did not end up in a ditch with a needle in my arm. It was the same reason for many of us boys.
To know that the words that got me there would be the very same ones that would leave me freezing in the bush is a hard pill to swallow.
The other pill, the one most would have taken, one that comes with severe isolation, she is a lot easier to put down the throat.
Love and Kisses,
Frederick Nortje
The Piggery
Salutations Swine,
Absolutely, swine, what a perfect pretense to the tense, set the bar gentle and then move into the examples of the continued piggery.
However, to be perfectly honest, and that is all we will be here; every word will be one of integrity. I assume your brain has already burst however, a pigs brain and words of integrity. Well, far out, wish I was there watching it. Your face, your pathetic, weak, coward, integrity lacking, jackoff, moron faces would be an absolute sight.
In fact can you record your faces reading this and stick ’em up on YouTube for all to see, kind of like I am doing.
Back to being perfectly honest, pigs are actually clean animals. Contrary to popular belief they do not enjoy shit and being disgusting, naturally they are clean. Hogs are not like you at all, not at all, they add value to this world, they do not project filth and pretend to be clean.
The stories driving the shit splattered sty stereotype are just that, stories, they are ignorance. They are, of course, the Australia way. Which, am assuming, is an important point to keep in mind as the application continues.
Have a favourite saying when it comes to you scum of earth; not all paedophiles are police but all police are paedophiles.
In fact, Australia would be safer were you to swap roles with all the criminals you have detained. Put the paedophiles in charge of law enforcement and community safety and we will be a whole bunch safer than we currently are with you protecting our streets.
Especially our children, your children, simply because it will mean you have nothing to do with raising, mentoring, modelling. A 20-foot fucking barbwire fence, kilometres of barren land, and all manner of communication ceased to separate you from them, me, us. May we feel safety finally.
Still, recommend building a hole 300-metres underground in the middle of the Simpson, much better.
Before I get too excited, here are a couple of links to some detailed stories, you are highlighted within. All these stories have been brought to your attention, the attention of local councils, the Governor-General’s office, other political spaces, yet not a thing has been done. Not really a surprise.
The other is about the armed services, the application to the RSL includes it, it is attached below.
Look, to be honest, am not using other people’s examples here, just my own otherwise we will be here all day, I’ve wasted enough time on you.
In fact, up early, good rain last night and feeling a little exposed emotionally, right stuck in my healing/opening/freeing process. Sucked down a good old fashion bong just to chill me into the point of being as dumb as I can make myself. But, fuckin’ hell guys, it is so damn hard to make myself anywhere near the dumb you live, so damn hard, to the point of being impossible.
Somehow you make the impossible possible though, it’s amazing, borderline miracle.
Soon, heading mushroom foraging, great conditions after the rain last night. Don’t want to waste my trip on you terribles, hence getting your toxic organisation out of my mind first.
I have never thought about joining the police, not once, from as long as I can remember have had a really bad taste in my mouth when it comes to your industry. I’d watch you when I was young saying all the rubbish adults say and your faces and bodies told the opposite stories. I assumed then as I know now that these people in their blue bling were the most violent unsafe human beings in the world.
A couple of years ago I am in Colac, struggling, like struggling, the links will tell you more. The cops received a phonecall concerned for my safety/mental condition, they came to see me and I wasn’t home so I visited the offices to see what was what.
Entering am presented with Liz, First Constable Elizabeth, and then, well, do you know Gumby?
Liz, this I don’t what, dead-beat Mum, couldn’t grasp the concept that I came to see them because they came to see me. To her the only reason was some dumbfuck thing about human beings fight to live. Like, God, I knew I was dealing with someone who is clinically mentally retarded, hence she passed your IQ test with flying colours.
There was this other thing too, it looked like Gumby if Gumby had barely left his chair and eaten nothing but blocks of Marvellous Creations for about eight-months. Went by the name of Constable Rob, talk about pathetically weak cowards of ignorant men, Rob ticks all the boxes.
Ticks them himself too, in crayon, doesn’t understand the words itemised but loves the pretty colors and drawing race cars. They are red of course. Rob, he has a great time ticking boxes, you too I imagine.
Rob, haha, and Elizabeth, but Rob, just how funny. I almost laughed at him when taking first sight, this is a police officer? Fuck me, barely even need to walk to outrun this thing, looked too weak to hold a pistol stable, was just flab in all the places men should not have flab. AND, he’s a police officer, supposed to be a role model!!!!
There is another saying I coined, and it is as perfect as can be, hence there is no possible way I can work for you but you can work with me, the other applications got that info for you too.
The saying, there is an unwritten rule in the Australian Police forces that to even apply for a position, to think about applying for a position, any position, officer to office, one must drive to the furthest point in the country from where they are now, take a boat 30 kilometres off the shore, into the deepest part of the ocean you can find and throw your fucking integrity overboard.
Better if you take a plane to another country entirely.
Look, being honest, there is no point putting it anywhere you can find it again, your integrity. The shit you would then have to accept in yourself. How much you destroy, violate, manipulate, abuse, rape, murder this phenomenal country you are supposed to be protecting; you’d have to face all that.
Have you read the link yet? Just the first entry about Taddie, it is very necessary to our outcomes.
Anyway, I sit with Rob and Liz, they are blah blah blah blah ignorant twat this, ignorant twat that, ignorant twat that in Liz’s case should never have been dotted. Some people should not have kids. Every Police member now and historical, this includes you, clearly.
Liz tells me I will be number one watch, that saving lives is the priority of the police and that I am now a concern. She knows, as I told her, that when I have to scrounge, my resources completely run dry, am done. Had $40 and 20-odd cigarettes, so a couple of days.
Those two days later, I walked out of the house, along the main road, took a left in Lavers Hill, a right towards the coast, following it until reaching Blanket Bay. I did this without having anything. No food, no nothing, just drugs to make sure I exhausted myself beyond exhaustion.
Along the way a cop car came in the other direction, could not have missed me, nothing. My mate reported me missing, shouldn’t have but did, and yet the only thing the cops did was drive to Blanket Bay to have a look.
Was there chilling, got a lift home, they dropped me off and then, nothing. Nothing at all.
The cop that picked me up? Banged on about integrity, he is a different officer, yet, still, not a thing happened after this. So much not a thing that six-weeks later I was walking to another cliff, this time the highest available.
Oh, do you know how long it takes to walk from Colac to Blanket bay? It is a long way, 90-odd kilometres, was there in less than 24 hours. However, and I know it needs to be written down for you fucking mindless morons, I walked it, almost all of it on a main road.
I was walking to a set of cliffs, and I did it when I said I would, when you said I would be number one watch, that saving life was your priority. Yet, again, you let a man in the most vulnerable of vulnerable situations, who fits every major suicide category, including being a war veteran, walk for 24 hours to a cliff.
So you all know, every one of you know, I jumped when I got there and did it more than once. Fucking make sure you know this, I just wasn’t trying to kill myself.
These two people, in particular, and preferably the whole Colac station should have their badges removed.
Sitting in Hobart, it is a beautiful BEAUTIFUL morning in early November, pretty close to my birthday. This year I’ll be celebrating in a homeless shelter.
The previous few days have been rainy, windy, cloudy, uncomfortable, terrible. Not this morning though, oh it was beautiful.
15 to 20 people sitting around a vacant car park, heads back against the fence feeling the sun on their faces. Nobody is saying anything while we wait for the Mission day space to open their doors and let us in. Nobody was homeless, nobody was a drug-addict, nobody was anything but content.
A cop car pulls up, two men get out and start pointing fingers and yelling at us all you dealing drugs? You dealing drugs? You dealing drugs?
‘Who the fuck are you?’ I ask patiently.
Points the finger at me, you dealing drugs?
‘Who the fuck are you?’ less patiently.
The finger gets straighter, the tone more aggressive, you dealing drugs?
‘Who, the, fuck, are, you?’ this time I laugh, not a funny laugh, just confusion.
Why can’t you be good, see your mates being good, why can’t you be good??
‘Who the fuck are you?’ as they walked away to do the same thing to another group of people before they left fingering each other’s dates. Ooh, so manly, strong, protective … These people, Craig Grenfell, you, think you add value to this world, somehow think this, instead of the reality in which you are destroying it with every breath.
Of course, complained to the Hobart Police station, the ones who had jurisdiction. Turns out these two men, or two men fitting the description, did not work at that office. Instead, came all the way from somewhere else without a job or direction just to bully and abuse for the sake of abusing and bullying.
Of course you know what was done with my complaint after an initial phone call. Of course you do, you work for the police of course you fucking do!! Nothing.
That’s that, Centrelink requirement met for another fortnight.