Just a collection of things to help you to ask your own questions, find your own answers.
Male biology and women’s sport
Biology and sport, male biology competing in women’s sports.
I have to pause, that anyone could believe there is fairness in this after all the fighting for equal rights. Fight like cats and dogs and then we roll onto our backs passively, make women even less competitive than they ever were, yes I need to pause.
It’s all people, but Australian people, this intellectually handicapped country, they take stupid to a new level. Bloke on television, psychiatrist, arguing there is no difference, that it does not change the playing field. It was the last television I owned, years ago, I didn’t throw it or anything, just so repulsed I threw up a little and didn’t ever want to see another TV again (I have of course, but it comes with caution).
Simple experiment using professional athletes anybody can do, professional athletes so you know that this is a sustainable and repeatable study. You know the conditions are controlled, only a specific cohort are targetted, stages are monitored by medical professionals, records are kept. Without being peer reviewed we know this is peer reviewed.
The 100m sprint, start here, it is popular and easy to learn your researching skills. Search engine the women’s world record for the 100 metre sprint, you will get one answer, write this down.
I’ll help, 10.49 seconds by Florence Griffith-Joyner in 1988. This record has stood for 37 years.
Now, using that same search engine type in the top 10,000 men’s 100 metres sprint times.
Usain Bolt holds the record at 9.58 seconds ran in 2009, this record has stood for 16 years, getting on too.
Prior to 2009 the men’s record was broken repeatedly, almost yearly for a bit. Florence’s record replaced the one that had stood for four years by a lady named Evelyn, pre Evelyn the record stood for six years.
Where on the all time list of 100 metre times does the first women’s time sit?
At the time of writing I had to scroll to page 77 of the world atheletic’s all time list to eventually find that Florence sits comfortably and equally with 450 other runners at position 7660.
Gout Gout and another Aussie runner, but 17 year-old not fully developed Gout Gout in particular has pushed Florence/Women back further places. Absolutely smashed Florence’s peak of powers, peak of 100 metre women’s powers time.
It is the 100 metre peak of woman at this time, cannot argue until it is bettered. 9.58 is the peak of 100 metre man.
Serena Williams while at one stage being the most successful grand slam winner of all time was never the best player of all time, or even at her time. Serena said herself that she would be uncompetitive on the male tour, was surprised when she won a game off Federer maybe (may have just been points) in a fun exhibition match, she wouldn’t have won a game if it was serious.
In fact, I would argue, Serena at her prime would not win more than three games in a best of three set match against the current world 400 male player, whoever that is. Put whatever other current women’s player in place of Serena, all the same theory.
Unless it is Tomic or Kyrgios of course, these two sacks of wet fucking cement, the two biggest pieces of privileged arrogant pathetic pieces of shit to come out this country. And they have influence, holy moly, God help us all.
Kyrgios and Tomic, no two more perfect public examples of Wet Paper Bags in this world.
Nick Kyrgios and the inhumanity of the ATP tour
Nick Kyrgios, sack of wet cement.
Did I hear correctly? Did I hear that Kyrgios was complaining about inhumane conditions on the professional tennis circuit? Is this what I heard? Five-star accommodation, as much food as you want, air conditioning, hot water, cold water, clean water, access to gyms and training facilities, potentially getting paid millions at the end, likely already getting paid millions before stepping on the court, nobody shooting bullets at you or your kids.
Is this what I heard? I do not want to look it up, it is a waste of my time, everybody’s time listening to this tool. Kyrgios, for sure adds no value to this world.
Story time, so many to chose from, so so many places NIck should put his boots on the ground, stay there without his privilege on his back and then ask himself if the conditions that he is subject to are what he is trying to say they are.
I have a beautiful friend, McRoberts, it’s his real name. I worked with this bloke in Darwin at Catholic Care, he is 6 foot 4 or so, 105 kilograms maybe, easily noticeable that he is overweight. McRoberts jokes about his weight now, he doesn’t care that it isn’t as easy to get around as it once was, he is enjoying having abundant access to a basic safety necessity that for a long time he did not. It is clear he isn’t after any education on healthy diets, he is happy not having to fight to live anymore.
It’s enough, he is content with his life.
This man is beautiful, always smiles, is genuinely happy all the time, lives in gratitude to every moment of his new existence. A beacon of love, care and kindness in an environment that should be full of it but is lacking significantly.
Caveat here, the non-management staff at CCNT are, generally, ridiculously good at what they do. A few of the management too but as a collective the management in this organisation has no business being within the same city as vulnerable people.
McRoberts left South Sudan with a wife and a young child to escape violence, famine, a lack of access to clean drinking water. They went to a refugee camp on the borders of Kenya. Stuff, that our good mate Nick Kyrgios clearly knows something about, so much so these conditions are not inhumane like the ATP tour.
Refugee camp? More accurate, refugee city, there are tens of thousands of people in these things.
In the camp each family is allocated two kilograms of food per fortnight, I am almost certain it is one kilogram. One man, big man, his wife and a young child, two kilograms of food for two weeks.
McRoberts and his family were in the camp for over 10 years, it may have been over 15. By the time they received refugee status and were given the opportunity to come to Australia there was one man, a big man, his wife, a 12 year-old or so child and two more. The five of them were receiving two kilograms of food per fortnight.
While I write this, a think for themselves person will pick up some other key detail here. Refugee city, two kilograms of food for five people, terrible conditions, the family stayed here for over 10 years. The conditions, horrible conditions, horrible food insecurity was better than the conditions, horrible conditions and horrible food insecurity they left, this situation was an improvement.
I am not going to continue telling his story, really is just an introduction to life in a refugee camp from someone who knows it, knows inhumanity, knows it is not the professional bloody tennis tour. God, what an idiot.
Use your brain buddy. Be better, for the sake of everybody in your world, sadly stupidly influential world, be better. Look yourself in the mirror and say I need to be a hell of a lot better than I was yesterday, I’m a piece of trash.
The Australian Greens Party
The Greens party, environmentally friendly and all the rest, talking about spending up big on environmental policies, strategies, targets and many other words.
Yet, already, all over the place is being littered with their signs and the election date hasn’t even been called yet. To this point they have created more waste than Kathmandu and it hasn’t started.
I wonder how many of them have integrity written on those signs?
Moreon Photos
Photos, Maria, George and the people around them, a couple more things to say.
2022 Emma and I are at ther place in Alice Springs, trying to go for a bit of a walk but we are not walking at all. We take five steps, we stop, Emma takes photos for five minutes, we repeat, do this for an hour before I go my own way.
I am terribly bored.
Later that day we have a conversation, you are welcome to take photos Emma but I’m not going to join you. ‘But Fred, we need to take photos, they are important.’ Why?
‘Because when you are old and your memory is gone these will be the only things remaining of who you were?’ I’m not sure they are me if I don’t remember them Emma. The conversation went back and forth for a little while, no agreement was reached, no tense debate was had in the process.
It didn’t go anywhere because I didn’t really know how to explain myself at the time. I did too but I hadn’t reflected enough yet to truly understand my own position.
My position on photos, that they are not me when I do not remember them comes from the evidence in my world. Primarily the evidence that came with spending time with Oma and Opa in the retirement village. Secondarily, the time spent with you, all the people who have ever been in my life.
Watching the environment in a retirement home you see this all the time, families showing their loved ones photos of themselves from back in the day when they remembered who they were. Oma included prior to the cataracts surgery, Opa’s mind never failed him in this regard.
I would watch all of this, watch my Oma, none of these people had any idea who the people in the photos were, where the places were, what it felt like to be experiencing those moments. All the residents sat there with bored blank looks on their faces, most would nod off to sleep. Oma included.
After Oma had the cataracts surgery none of this stuff, photos and memories, came out, she was able to engage with us and we engaged back, real conversations, the best interpretation we could do. She never got bored, nodded off or looked for an excuse to leave unless we tried to bring the albums out again. Well, the exception of lunch and dinner, never seen a collective of old people move so quick. Meals were always a highlight of the day.
In normal interaction I have never sat there and shown people my photos from travelling, or even asked if they want to see. Occasionally I would write a blog depending on the circumstances and invite others to read it, but no expectation or care either way. Twice I did this. One with Anna when we went on our first big overseas trip together, it was the easiest way to keep her family informed and at peace knowing we were okay. The second the Solomon Islands with Sarah, this was fun to write, we had a great time.
I don’t offer because I have been the participant watching other people show photos, the participant when one of my partners has shown ours.
I watch the room during this, I see the faces of those not involved in the memory, they are the same bored and blank photos from the old folks home. Nobody is having a good time, there is no value in this, the photos take completely away from the stories.
The absolute point of travelling and life is the stories and the experiences, there is no story that comes with a photo, no experience worth talking about within a screen.
With Oma, and all my travel sharing, it is the stories and the conversation that held attention, invigorated the space, gave people purpose to be in one another’s company. We talk like this and energy enters the room, Oma stays, we don’t and we sap it of all life, just like a photo of the environment.
The tree without the photo is pure creation, life, love, giving and beauty. Within the photo it is a dead nothingness, it contains nothing of life.
Butterflies
I absolutely positively disgustingly desperately do not want to write this right now. The thought makes me sick to my stomach and my stomach is already struggling to process a good dose of mushies, yeah mushin’ buds.
The moment I wrote the Butterfly heading in DMT I knew I was coming straight here. I don’t want to be here, but just like the feeling of tossing me guts, I gotta toss this shit, move on, free up the trip for whatever comes next.
I hear many stories in my world, the social services world. Terrible terrible stories. But then, there is one that tops them all, this is that story, fucking disgusting.
I am setting the scene, I do not do many warnings but on this I do. But, also parent, you bloody well need to read it.
A three-year-old girl went to her parents one day, only just three, and asked them what is this thing between my legs?
The parents, after a little giggle and a discussion decided it was called a butterfly, rather than the more traditional description of vagina.
You know the outcome already don’t you?
A few months later the still three-year-old girl returns to her parents with a statement, Uncle has been playing with my butterfly and I do not like it.
Hahaha, ‘how pretty and beautiful you and Uncle getting along so well.’
Parents trust Uncle, loves that these two are playing butterflies together, they start to have date nights and Uncle is the babysitter.
I am not going to continue, this is enough, you know the outcome, you absolutely know it, I will go straight there.
Uncle repetitively raped niece, over and over and over and over and over and over and fucking over again.
He was allowed to do this raping because the girls parents did not treat her like a human fucking being. Can you imagine her life now? Can you possibly? I cannot.
The message is clear people, Uncle was not the only raper here, Mum and Dad equally raped their own daughter. One damn word, using the right word is the difference between what that woman is going through now and not having to go through it at all.
It is done.
One word, fucking hell, just the right damn word.
Burn the Aussie flag, burn them all
So, January 26 protesters, I was wondering why you scream and yell about this date but make no noise when you see the Australian flag. Why are you not screaming at the monarchy?
You make no noise at all regarding these things, not a word about the Union Jack proudly presented in our flags top left corner. You cannot miss the constant reminder yet you say nothing.
I am not proud of it. Am absolutely ashamed of it.
Not only that but you fucking display it yourself. Somehow you are so pathetically ignorant and stupid that you wil protest a date but encourage the thing that authorised all the shit you are screaming about. God, you are dumb.
Clearly, I am confused, do you know how to use your brain?
You can guarantee, as I can, that genocide did not start in 1788. In fact, we can pretty much all guarantee that nobody on any boat wanted to kill anybody. The preference of those who sailed was to be safe, to stay alive, it was already a challenge.
That you will protest about a day but do nothing about the flag and the monarchy is the coward you are, absolute unequivocal undeniable piece of shit coward. Yep, you mate, Dan Sultan, Briggs, all the other tools with you.
How many Australian flags have you burnt?
How many random colonisation related things have you defiled, graffiti’d and bitched and moaned about?
How many people have you punched and abused for not accepting your ignorant screaming?
The answer to question one is zero, question two lots, three I do not have an answer to. Only cowards can act in such a manner.
You are a coward January 26 protester if you are not also burning Aussie flags. Un-fucking-deniable, you cannot deny at all, you are an ignorant coward cunt.
We can’t burn the flag Fred, it is our national identity!
Ignorant cunt. That you are not collecting them all and burning them in the biggest bonfire Australia has ever seen shows you the ignorant cunt you are.
Do you know that genocide was decided, absolutely decided, before a single Aboriginal or English person was killed? Before the boat reached these shores, before it left England? Were you to have any idea what you are screaming about it would be this date, October 1786, but you’re too ignorant to think beyond your weak coward screaming.
Oh, racist Aboriginal fucks out there, the English died too, your people were not the only ones. You easily forget this. You also forget that many of the people who did the killing and dying were forced against their will onto the boat in the first place.
Some had a choice I suppose, boat or no hands.
But it’s our country Fred.
No, it’s not, the fact you use words of ownership and possession over land shows you are no First Nations person at all, regardless your skin, regardless your first mother. You are the English, just a black version, yep Dan Sultan and Briggs, black English fella is all you are.
The political powers, the monarchy in particular, chose genocide before the boats left. ‘Try not to kill the natives but, you know, if they get in the way get rid of them.’
Yeah, the Queen/King and the English political powers at the time made the decision to abolish, they made it consciously.
Their men followed out orders, did the killing, were killed in return but it was the monarch and the PM sitting in their thrones in England who made the active conscious decision to kill black cunts on Australian shores. The trigger was already pulled before the safety was taken off.
The actual date of concern, well before the date you are bitching and moaning about, bitching and moaning like only cowards can. Bitching and moaning like only people who have never ever used their brain for anything useful can, not even to think for themself.
Bitching and moaning because you are too afraid of the consequences that come with making any type of real stand.
Burn the Aussie flag, protest and make fucking hellfire regarding still being owned by the English then let’s talk.
Owned by the English, yes we are, absolutely are, so are you Indigenous persons.
So, are you going to do something that does something? Act with some type of integrity, strength and courage or continue being these coward pieces of shit you are?
It’s Australia, imagine it will be the latter. After all, pure cowardice is the Australian way.
The Man in the Mirror
Using your brain isn’t solely getting stuck into you, we have more important things to discuss. For example, how do I understand the influences in my world, including those we reject without realising we are accepting them.
Michael Jackson is my example, Beyonce too.
Fred, Micahel is a paedophile, Beyonce is not. You cannot put them in the same conversation.
Oh good maties, I hear you and, of course, appreciate the feedback. I really don’t want to say the next line any more, imagine it, I’ll see how we go.
Firstly, is Michael really a paedophile?
Well, he did this and that, shared a bed, all the rest.
Did he? Did he really? Haven’t you shared a bed with children in your care? Your nieces, nephews, and their friends? And, you’ve done it alone. Should we start pointing our fingers at you and me?
But Fred, he paid the boy and his family money, this proves it?
Does it, does it really? How many times has money exchanged in ridiculous circumstances? Firstly, several times, money was not paid, Michael was found innocent. Then, without him being found guilty, after years and years of pressure, turmoil and trauma created by me and you he did. Trauma already compiled on top of the trauma that came with the ridiculous pressure put on this boy as a boy.
Michael was never a man, never ever, even when he looked like a man he was a boy. Anyone who could see through their prejudice, judgement, discrimination could see it. Poor bloke, what a sad life.
I don’t know if Michael did any of this shit, his circumstances say he is a prime candidate to become a sexual offender, however I do not know, I was not there. This is not enough, the way it played out is not enough, the whole thing, trial, whatever was a facade, a fucking joke. I feel for everyone involved, including Michael.
Nobody, regardless of what you BELIEVE regarding the situation, can argue Michael was pure genius, genius in its purest form. What a beautiful BEAUTIFUL artist.
Genius generally comes with some difficulty. There are many examples, those you admire, the genius, look into their background, see what is there. Now, with this knowledge how many are you going to dismiss as you do Michael? Destroy their art? Declare to never play their genius on the radio or the television again?
Honestly dudes, it would be a lacking world if the background of every genius was the basis for accepting their art form. In fact mates, you are simply ignorant cunts preying on an easy target, cowards. Haha. Got ya.
Beyonce, could have been Michael Jackson, could have been pure genius just like him but she is not. Beyonce is no genius at all, she would not even be known were it not for Michael.
Every single pop song you listen to today whether the artist admits it or not is absolutely inspired by Jacko, it cannot be denied. Were it not for him there would be no them, Beyonce included. The absolute pioneer in this space is Micky J. So, if you really want to take a stance you must never ever listen to pop again, throw away all the art, turn the radio onto talkback, keep it there.
Beyonce is not genius, she is no pioneer, she has taken something known and perfected and tinkered with it, that’s all, nothing more.
Sadly, for Michael, absolute rubbish has come from his perfection. God people, how can you listen to some of this shit? Arianne Grande, fuck so many more, but this knob? Like seriously, she doesn’t even have a voice, it is fucking boring, terrible, bland, emotionless, toneless, god it sucks. It sucks so much that I cannot think of the other sucking pricks.
You buy this crap?
Use your fucking brain!
I suppose, though, it makes sense so many of you relate to this moron, she really is the absolute stereotype of American Blonde Bimbo, the complete definition. Represents so many of you.
LGBQTIA2S+
No more joking about this shit now, are you people, this community so fucking stupid? Is your only intention to confuse people?
You know already I am a fucking smart guy. Also, that when shit pisses me off I do not stand for, I stand up for Me. Shit that pisses me off, shit that confuses me, safety shit being compromised. You have already compromised safety enough, but now buddies you’re blowing safety out the door with a bazooka.
2S people, from Google, term used by some Indigenous (Native American, First Nations, Alaska Native) individuals to describe their gender identity and/or sexual orientation. It’s not simply a term for someone who is both gay and Native, but rather reflects a traditional understanding of gender and sexuality within some Indigenous cultures. It encompasses a third or fourth gender, different from the Western binary of male and female.
What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck? Do you understand the door you are opening here? Now, I have only read the above moments ago, the examples in my head already are fucking ridiculous in their number, I will try to stop at four!
Sharon is a Christian woman, she is straight, understands being a Christian women and same sex relationships are contrary to their texts. Sharon finds some women attractive, were it not for her faith she would be tongue flicking Frannie’s fanny in a flutter. She wants this recognised too, it is not fair to be merely called straight anymore when her straightness is dictated by complying with the texts of her religion. Indigenous faith have their own thing, I should too, it’s the same thing.
Fred is an equalist. He has no preference towards any letter, number, symbol or whatever else in the titles which are available to him. Not even the plus represents who he is and his choices. His choices come from him, nobody else. Frederick will be every meaning while being absolutely none of them. He simply wants us all to understand, to make shit simple together, not have stupid shit like confusion come between us. How do we represent him?
Hey, buds, how do we represent me up there? How do we represent the one thing you say you are fighting for, equality, for everyone to understand when every action you take is contrary to those same outcomes? How could you even think to add equalist, allist, oneist, unitist, doesn’tmatterafuckist up there and think you earned it?
It is so confusing people, your acronym, so very confusing. Why the bloody hell not just use the damn plus, don’t separate anybody who does not wanted to be separated anymore. It is effectively what you are doing, opening the door for, total separation.
You put a plus, right? The plus represents everything else not listed, right? Then you add two more things, right? Think about it please, I will expand of course, we need to understand each other.
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
You put a plus to represent all, you then add something new at a later date, this simply means that this is as important as the other individually listed thing-a-ma-jigs, so we’ll add it. Sharon gets upset, you said the plus represented all else, but then you add something new, my system of belief and connection to my God is equally as important as those guys.
You get together to consider Sharon’s request to be added, you cannot say no, you simply cannot. If you do you are simply telling Sharon her system is less important than the other system just added. You and your crew just told Sharon that her choice is a lesser choice, it matters less.
Come on guys, seriously, please now. The above is so simple, so very simple for you to understand the issue here. I only needed two examples. Of course, Freddy now too is going to hit you up. You know buddies, Fred he does not put up with discriminative shit, for his choice to be considered less important than yours.
That’s literally what you are doing now, discriminating against everybody, including your own community, especially your own community. You are confusing everyone else, including the stupidly smart bloke typing this text. How can you ask for equality, for the removal of discrimination from your world when you are doing it yourself, openly, proudly? It does not make sense.
Make it simple, pretty pretty please, with a rainbow on top.
Categories of sexuality, gender, and every other related CHOICE are now Straight, Homosexual, Plus. They are all that is required, confusion is removed in a heartbeat.
Straight – Nobody gets offended, everyone understands the traditional connotation of this word.
Homosexual – Yes homosexual, it is the most simple definition of what we are trying to achieve in the same-sex space. This word literally means a same-sex relationship. Most importantly, in the traditionally accepted understanding of what homosexuality means, a man who likes men, a woman who likes women. There is no confusion.
Plus – Every fucking thing else
Following plus, have a little line, this one _______________________ which allows a person to write their own deifnition of who they are and what they represent. But first they are all equally plus, which is equal in importance to homosexual, and equal in importance to straight.
Now, buddies, those terms also represent me, and, most importantly what you, and me, are trying to achieve. The removal of separation/discrimination from our worlds.
Obviously, not quite, not having to have any of them at all would be the total removal of separation but we start where we start, step one, then move onto step two. Make it simple is step one. Help everybody understand, make sure everybody understands.
Are we together? It becomes more important now, there is a chance to remove the blockage to safety completely, the safety that matters most, this physical shell.
We understand the above together, we understand we need one more heading (or possibly not needing the above at all), complete new heading, particularly in the safety space (hospital, school, work, anywhere you spend a lot of time and/or may need medical attention).
My biology, is it masculine or feminine? It is one of the two people, you cannot argue with me, your biology, like mine, is either masculine or feminine. It, you, nobody can argue. If you do you are destroying everybody’s world with pure ignorance and attachment.
The next category says Biology, the two options are;
Box one – Masculine
Box two – Feminine
The other way around, who cares.
Now that we have removed anything relating to sex in the available choices and your acronym we can separate gender choice and biology to understand it. Feminine and masculine now refer to biology, biology only, we remove confusion and have a chance to create safety in every community.
Gender choice, sexuality choice are different to biology, particularly the anatomy branch of biology. What is inside your skin is inside your skin, it is what it bloody is. But, your choice, is your choice, you are allowed it, whatever it is. Your choice is not what is inside your skin if it does not represent the anatomy of the skin’s contents, it is what it fucking is people. It really really is.
God, people, please listen, work to understand. Please.
Do you understand the overall message here? The simplicity in this beautiful explanation is that I used skin, used it a few times.
My skin, you look it, you see it. You see the shape of the skin, the clothes covering it up, the lack of make-up on my face, the shortish hair, a bit of a beard and there are a few things you know about me. We start talking, my words come out from my body, leave my skin, you learn more about me. Learn I call myself a straight guy.
People, my skin, and what exits is the superficial we all see, the thing we use to represent ourselves. Yes, we should be able to call it what we want, we make it what we want. Gender choice starts and ends with the epidermis, the outer layer of the skin. Biology starts from the dermis, the next layer of skin in, the first thing nobody sees, the first representation of the makeup of the machine, the shit that nothing can be done about.
I really hope we understand.
Leonardo DiCaprio
Leonardo DiCaprio, climate warrior, gets on stage and bangs on about looking after the environment, reducing carbon emissions and all that rubbish. Demanding others do something about it!
Not a word that comes out of this ignoramous mouth means anything, not a thing, yet you all listen without having any capacity to use your brain to understand who you are listening to.
Check out his property portfolio, his humble home, what he is actually spending his ridiclous wealth on, is any of it really going to the climate crisis?
Bit of a description about one of his properties states it is a bungalow in Malibu Beach, intends to knock down the existing perfectly sound structure and build a brand new one. What are the carbon emissions here? Absolutely unneccesary carbon emissions, pure waste.
Compound, yes compound, in Hollywood Hills which he continues to expand and renovate.
Do I need to continue or are you starting to gain the capacity to use your own brain?