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xottzot · 8 years ago

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2017-4(APR)-20-Thursday.

This is what it's like for an ordinary trypical day in this hellhole....

Yesterday, (Wednesday) I was so exhausted, and in pain, that I went to bed. And when I got sleepy, I went to sleep because I have ben not having hardly any proper sleep....for well over a year now. (and for THAT I was actually accused of it all not being much of anything important.)

I went to bed exhausted.

But I woke up 1.5 hours later. I awoke from a nightmare, and into the nightmare reality of this shitty hellhole. I don't know what woke me, but often it's a shithead on a motorbike tearing about, registered, legal or not, it doesn't matter to them. And they go thru the pedestraian walkway then violentally and delineratly put on bursts of speed and fly loudly along the roads. -- Whenever they return this way, and they do so often to evade Police who canot get past the barriers put there to stop vehicles from going thru), they go thru the pedestrian walkway again and roar off.

Or it could have been poor Sam & Max. Both dogs also had bad nightmares. Sam was whining and upset in his slep a LOT. I tried to gently wake him but couldn't for quite some time. I always try to rescue them from nightmares. When he did awake, he sighed then breathed as if he had been running hard. He kept getting too hot and would constantly try sleeping in new sleeping positions on his back to cool off.

Then, later, it was Max who was having nightmares. He too was making a lot of noise in his sleep. And when he wasn't doing that, he has now developed a massively noisy 'snoring' for a dog. It's so loud that it almost sounds like growling. He's having a lot of trouble breathing.

But awake I was, and despite everything, I could NOT go back to sleep no matter what I did. -- And so I was laying there trying to get to sleep which I did not, and could not, achieve until the NEXT day (today) on Thursday sometime not long before dawn.

All overnight and well into Thursday it had been too-warm (despite a fan blowing straight upon me). It was too hot to get under the covers, then (later), still hot but too-cool not to be under some light cootton ones.

The only time the temperature became tolerable was when the cool-before-the-dawn period arrived. And that period has become shorter and shorted and closer and closer to actual dawn of each day.

Thunderstorms are (crystal ball gazing predicted) by the weather department for this area which they previously claimed were starting in a day or two. Then they changed them. Sorry no rain! But already the forecasts they published are already being changed again. The days of (maybe rain percentages) have diminished greatly, and some of the days they forecasted would have rain now are NOT going to have rain. This is common now for them and has been for quite some years. Nobody knows when it's ever going to actually rain until it actually really does rain. And then they have no idea how much rain is going to fall. - If they predict a LOT, then nothing can fall, if they predict fine weather, then it's liable to rain. But that's all completely unreliable too. You cannot just expect the reverse of any official forecast occuring in this hellhole. You cannot expect anything to be normal. - It's VERY dry here. Deathly dry. Plant life that's green is unusual. Quite often anything that's green is the result of residents responsibly and reservedly pouring on water to keep everything alive. Or at least upon things they cannot have dying, such as trees that supply desperate shade and slightly cooler air in more hotter periods.

And do you know what? - The official water department was on a crusade being very vicious upon anyone using water 'unwisely' in their views. - Somebody just decided by looking on a map, who should have what amount of water to have. And somebody decided purely by flat geographics, that this area should be using just as little water as wealthy places situated in more cooler areas of the local West Australian metropolitan areas. Just crazy. Ignoring the fact this hellhole is always hotter than even the town of Midland just 3kms away which they hold up as saying, "Hey, THEY use less water, so should you!"

Over the years Midland has progressd to being built-up and a sea of concrete and brick and roads nowadays, and it STILL is cooler than this helhole.

But it's useless trying to have them acknowledge fact. Blanket rules and blanket decisions are common. It's all almost deing proclaimed as being holy writ now to be obeyed or be sent to hell.

So despite the weather department previoulsy stating it was going to rain for several days in amounts that would have had Noah scurrying into his Ark, now the amounts are getting lower, and lower, and upon lesser and lesser days.

Some readers reading my plaintives, this may puff their chest up and bluster, "Hey, it's just weather! - You have to expect that!"

But honestly, weather forecasts have been for many years getting less and less accurate at the same time as more and more louldy shireking declaring that they ARE accurate.

It's hard to live when you expect rain, when rain has been declared definitely going to pour down and you should batten down the hatches, but then despite a dark cloud that might go by, or the sky becomng overcast with a lot of clouds, nothing of consequence rains down. Everything stays dry, is dead and dying.

AND......also, there are times when it DOES rain. And when it does rain, it can sometimes be crazily a helluva lot. Then there are NEWS stories about that as if covering a lottery winner. And everyone who suffers from that is told, "We need all the rain we can get, so stop your complaining!"

There is no certainty.

It's all the things that climate-disruption advocates have been stating long before it all became reality but they were not only ignored but also denigrated, ridiculed, and ostracised.

And crazily yet again, then comes along 'official' sanctioned measures admitting it 'might' be true, so its best to squeeze as much money out of any and everyone to pay for it all. Always money......never enough money they want......

And for those who are NOT rich, it becomes just another burden to carry for the sake of all including the filthy rich, who are constantly being portrayed as if everyone lived like them. Just more lies.

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Now.......getting back to myself in this hellhole......

I was awoken time and again VERY early in the morning by all manner of shit.

First up was the very loud resonating BANG! like somebody hitting the side of a metal truck with a sledgehammer. (I challenge anyone to sleep against THAT). - It sounded like it was a big metal tailgate banged of a big dumptruck going past my window, and as always, as so happens so consantly over the years on the small urban streets, it was moving fast so as to avoid being slowed down or stopped by children going to the nearby Koongamia School, of which they put in a manned road-crossing attendant carrying flags to stop traffic to let children (inlcuding small ones) to cross to the school.

What actually occurs is that there are a multitude of workers going to work and they do NOT want to be stopped at all by that. And as an addition, they also go to the Koongamia shops to get whatever they want for the day, even trifling stuff that so many ordinary people take with them to work such as lunch.

So BANG!, goes the truck, like two metal trucks reversing into each other at speed.

I'm smashed awake.

I try to lay and regain sleep. But it's impossible.

Next (as happens everyday), as if diesel big truck fumes aren't bad enough coming off of traffic and blanketting the area and into houses, along starts coming 4WD vehicles, diesel and petrol ones. More noise, more fumes.

And because people have been in SO much of a rush in the morning to get to the shop and buy their 'absolutely necessary' shit before rushing off to work, vehicle engines aren't even warmed-up.

They churn out terrible fumes. The vehicles (and drivers) sputter and cough. And the drivers do what they always do. They push the vehicles even harder to get them going causing it all to be louder and worse.

The truck going past earlier may have been going at such speed as it rounded corners, that whatever it had in the metal tray of its back, slid across and smashed into the metal side of the tray causing the loud BANG!. - Imagine standing next to a church bell with your ear close to it as a single hard strike is made upon the bell. It's THAT loud. But it's not a 'ring' but a massive BANG! - Like a sledgehammer hiting the side of a truck. - And the driver doesn't care.

Then it's the turn of 'responsible' vehicle owners, who have sedans or whatever. They are REALLY in a hurry because it's closer to them starting work and they would never-ever even leave 15 minutes earlier if it was to save their life, so they do what they always do, drive harder and faster so they can get to work and perhaps other travel connections (rail) further on.

Vehicles go thru their gears as if they're in a Grand Prix race making each gear peak at it's highest revs before changing to another gear. They drive manual vehicles you see for whatever reasons, and they love imagining themsleves in a race.

More noise, more fumes, more stink.

I'm forced to get up and out of bed. I'm in a LOT of pain.

As soon as I'm awake, Sam wakes up, shakes himself, and that wakes Max up. Then both Sam & Max are desperate to go outside despite only having been outside for ablutions a couple of hours before in total darkness before dawn. I did that so I might get some more sleep. But of course I am denied sleep.

I go outside into the backyard with them for safety, (theirs and mine). When finished, we returned back inside and they were fed their regular dry dog food. It's been later than they wanted to be fed, but I tried to achive some sleep and was penalised for trying to sleep, not by Sam & Max.

I went with Sam & Max outside again, carefully made sure all was well. Sam is limping. Max is frightened a LOT. Max came up to me and was trembling and shaking. Sam thought it was a game and he rushed over. Max started growling. I consoled Max and he was trembling a lot.

I took Sam & Max inside this hovel, left them safely there, and prepared to clean up their ablutions as usual. Responsibly.

The time was now around 9am, anyone who mormally would go to school, would go to school, but aboriginals NEVER GO TO SCHOOL. And today is no different to them.

A filthy (as always) barefoot aboriginal boy was standing by himself on the street corner. I think it's the one who goes around picking his nose and making a meal out of it.

He doesn't like to be seen, so he walks off to the usual escape route and highway for countless criminals, the pedestrian walkway. He lingers there and keeps looking all about, and behind him. It's as if there is a physical inertia of being watched and observed that directs him onward and he slinks away.

Quite often, Sam & Max detect these shitheads wandering about (at any time of the day or night they wander all about), and they often are doing shit in the streets, throwing stuff around, smashing stuff, yelling out, arguing, threatening, acting wildly crazy, and it upsets Sam & Max a great deal seeing or hearing shitheads that they want to tear apart. It's why I can never let dear Sam & Max out there anymore as dear Fliss and myself once always did and passersby would be happy to meet them and vice versa. - But no more, not since a year or so ago when aboriginal crime leapt up faster than a skyrocket in intensity here.

Since then this morning, others have been walking all about on the streets.

And there was an anonynous vehicle observing what was going on from a short distance. whomever was sitting observing in that vehicle, saw what they saw. - Just because there wasn't a riot in the streets (yes that's happend too in the past), doesn't mean anything.

More aboriginals started coming out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD like a linked-sausage-making-machine, on foot or on bicycles and they start ranging all about just like they do every day especially on school days because they never ever go to any school.

And they start gravitating towards the shops areas. The car drives off and goes up to follow them at the shops area.......

Just another day.

Since then......a car ducks into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, just after a group of aboriginal adults walking on the roads has ambled back inside, and just as a group of wandering aboriginal criminal kids from there goes wandering about near the school area also sees the vehicle from their own vantage point. The criminal kids all pause, chatter amongst themselves, decide not to return there, and wander off elsewhere again. The car doesn't stay long. More vehicles have come and gone from there since, none of them staying long. It's like a bus station. More criminal abo kids sprout out on pushbikes and go off roaming. Now it's endless roamings times.....back and forth and thru and all around......

No yellings in the streets (yet)......but the next (almost like a printed schedule) will have those from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD wandering all out and going back and forth and forth and back to the shops area soon enough......

Just another day.

This all happens on school days or not. Whether schools are on holiday periods or not. It makes no difference to the aboriginals. There are no designated 'holiday days', not when there there is no going to school days at all. - Ever. - Every day is just another 'holiday'.

Every day is spent wandering all about.

There is none of the bullshit 'watching over them', as was a "West Australian" online news story bleated goes on about. --- No, these ones just forever wander about at will and are under no control. -- Just like the aboriginal toddler the other day sitting in the middle of the road.....all feral...all defiantly always feral......

I pity the newest neighbours (of 2 households) seeing and experiencing it all for themselves and having to put up with all of it. Never knowing who is going to be invading your property day or night at any time.

'tis nearly midday noon........

Now I must lay down and suffer in great pain. Sam & Max need consoling and reassuring, but what they want is denied them, not by me.

As I write this, Sam has been having MANY nightmares in another room of this hovel. He will return and will settle down once he is laying next to me as we both suffer. Max chooses to remain by himself but Max gets so lonely he eventually joins us, but is terribly frightened and his whole body shakes terribly in fear, and he growls in fear. I pat him and he growls louder and harder. He can't help it. - Max and Sam are abandoned dogs. - Max too might eventually calm a bit and be silent as he lays down where he knows Fliss was, and Max grieves incredibly, as does Sam, as do I.

P@11:47am---20_April-2017----I love you Fliss and want to be with you.---and just as I am about to post this...at 27 mins past noon, along comes shitheads on an illegal unlicensed unlicensable for the road motorbike, and it came loudly out of the criminals pedestrian walkway and rode all along the roads towards the Koongamia shops area of which is a liquor store too. There is no law these shitheads follow. - Those of us that follow the law are seen as weak and should be dead, so they can run ramnpant more than they already do, and are allowed to. -- Now (later) there is an emergency. There is NO WATER AT ALL in this area. How coincidental....because yesterday at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD a plumbers vehicle pulled up there. A man got out, and went in there then returned to the street verge there with him following and a criminal kid. The plumber guy went to his utility, took a tool out, then opened up a watermains valve control and used it. Water in the area still was okay after that when he left. But now.....-- and just rememeber that the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD is exactly the the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD for a reason......such as when they ran a power cord lead ACROSS THE ROAD SURFACE from the house-under-construction being built across from them, and the bare power cord lead straight across the road back into their place so they could have power and not pay for it. If anyone else did that, there would be mighty repercussions. There would be mighty repercussions because of actively endangering public safety too. But nothing happened to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD as always. They are invulnerable. -- There is no water even now at 13:33. Sam & Max at least have a LITTLE bit of water but not much. -- Other innocent neighbours have also come out and checked their own mains water tap controller seeking why there is no water. There has been times before when aboriginals from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD has criminally turned that residents water mains off, as well as other neighbours. Everyone has legitimate concerns about the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

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