#somebody else hire me right now so I can leave this shithole

[aberooski]

If I take a second to breathe and think and 3 seconds into it someone calls me over the radio to come clean something they could do themselves again I'm going to actually scream

[clatterbane]

I really wasn't kidding about the not-quite-side gig thing, though. That's also sort of tied up in my own ongoing special Disabled Foreign Devil version of a midlife crisis, though.

My life has ended up going off in some strange and highly inconvenient directions, due to the person I am. Things would probably be a lot easier in a number of ways if it had taken the actually easier road at several junctions. But, it is what it is. You deal and try to make the best of it, clichéd as that may be.

But yeah, I am now pushing 50 and sitting somewhere that I still kinda suck at the main language--with no completed degrees, no documentation of what foreign formal education I do have, extremely little adult employment history because I stayed too busy being variously disabled over the years, zero other qualifications, and still pretty limited spoons though I am physically doing much better these days. Oh yeah, and I am indeed visibly disabled now, autistic and noticeably weird as hell on top of it, and now pushing 50. Though I can probably skate farther on "eccentric foreigner" with the neurodivergence (and not being a native speaker) than in the UK, that is only one disadvantage mitigated.

(Also kinda hard to have much in the way of longer term "retirement" prospects when you have fuck all employment history or personal savings, and you relocate somewhere that you have absolutely no previous connection to systems when you're already middle-aged. I never really expected to find myself at this stage in life period, much less with very little in the way of prospects or financial independence. But, that's a bit of a side consideration at this point. I just don't want to end up shoved into the shithole tier of nursing homes one of these days, though. And with one leg and no career, that could conceivably happen anytime. Cyanide time, tbqh.)

Working in my favor, I am in one of the "better" tiers of immigrants, as an Anglophone who is pasty as fuck out of the sun and also married to a native. Only part of which is remotely under my control. And I usually come across as smart enough, however much of that may rely on bluffing. That was more of an asset when I was in my 20s than it even counts as at this stage of life, with no easily recognizable achievements to back it up.

Nobody is going to hire me for much of anything, and I'm truly not sure what formal work I could reasonably handle without running myself completely into the ground.

So yeah, that (easier, expected) route is pretty much out. Can't rely on working for anybody else, better figure out how to DIY some kind of financially gainful endeavor. Kinda just leaves us back at having the brain to rely on. Better figure out some way to monetize some of the skills and knowledge that I do have.

I probably am reasonably sharp in my own way, with too many interests, generally a pretty fast learner, and persistent as hell when things line up right. And I do have decent practical backup these days. Not gonna starve in the meantime, and can reasonably expect some support in whatever the hell I do settle on trying to make a buck at. That's what I can see as some things really working in my favor.

While indeed neurodivergent as fuck, in some ways that have ALWAYS made figuring what I might even be decent at, can maintain focus on, and keep up somewhat sustainably, very difficult. Oh yeah, and this should probably be something that somebody would be willing to pay me for. (Not even kidding, this has been a persistent problem since I was old enough to even start seriously considering the matter of what to do with my life.)

The general executive function bullshit, with getting and keeping shit together on your own, pretty much goes without saying. But, at least by now I am much more aware of what is even going on there, and that workarounds do mostly exist. That is one hell of an improvement for my 20s, to put it mildly. Same goes for a lot of the other brain/nervous system bullshit that's persistently gotten in my way.

I feel like I should try to come out with something more upbeat to say, because I know this whole screed is a fucking downer. But yeah, that's kinda where I've been a lot of the time lately. Hasn't been great for my mental health for a while now, and some of the brain loops have been wild. (I kinda keep coming back to that, but this is still significantly easier than around when I hit 25. Or pretty well all of my 20s. A lot better perspective and coping skills.)

But, I'll get over it and figure something out. I always eventually do.

[shxdowoforre]

((I made a banner! A basic one for my basic ass self but it helps organize things still! Now then, today’s headcanons are--))

TEAM SNAGEM HEADCANONS

(and how Snagem affected Wes)

A thank you to @tenderpoison for making me think of doing this. Because, honestly, I completely forgot that I had barely made any hc’s for Snagem! So it let me think a lot about how stuff worked there.

Snagem was founded by Gonzap and they were independent at first. Essentially just a bunch of bums from Pyrite, The Under, and any other asscrack in Orre were what comprised the members.

It was founded because, as stated on my base list of Orre hc’s, Orre’s government is a shithole and so was the economy, and Gonzap and co. wanted some damn money.

They literally stole anything and everything at first. Anything they needed for survival, or once they became stronger, anything they wanted. They stole shit. That’s just about their whole deal.

When they discovered the black market for Pokemon was hot in Orre because of its competitive battle scene is when they decided to focus on stealing mainly Pokemon. Stealing anything became kinda risky business when they tried stealing from a Trainer with ridiculous Pokemon because he battled the Colosseums all the time. ‘Cause at first there weren’t many of these types, but as the competitive battle scene picked up they were everywhere. And everyone wanted to win, and they’d pay top dollar for fighting machines.

Now, Snagem’s members had pretty decent Pokemon themselves, but they were nothing like the Orre Trainers’. They had trouble stealing any until Gonzap had to personally step up and crush some dudes to get the ball rolling. Because Gonzap is the only one who actually trained up his own Pokemon when he saw the Trainers getting tougher.

Even after this, the Snagem members Pokemon didn’t get much stronger, and they often borrowed some stolen Pokemon on loan from Gonzap to get stuff done or, more commonly, they instead taught their Pokemon moves to turn them into trolls. Status moves like Sleep Powder, Smokescreen, Swagger, etc. They began relying on these moves to KO the Trainer and just take their Poke Balls rather than deal with a tough battle. Quicker, easier, why not?

Plenty of Snagems members didn’t even steal though, because they're lazy asses. These guys would hang round the base and just laze on the couch or be general mechanics/contractors.

Snagem’s HQ is a janky hovel, but it’s tough to breach. The canyon helps a lot with providing defense, but the stolen pieces that comprise the whole place are still pretty sturdy. Orre tech in general can be as advanced as Aether’s, so with that stolen stuff they can still have a pretty tough fortress.

If you get through the front door, you then have to deal with all the crowds of Snagem dudes that will rush your ass when they discover an intruder. See: Pokemon Colosseum opening. No matter how tough your Pokemon are, Horde Battles are a bitch, and Snagem does not follow standard battle rules.

In addition to the HQ, Snagem had several points of territory across Orre that they enforced and kept other smaller gangs off their turf. There were no other set bases besides maybe the abandoned house of the day.

For the internal hierarchy of Snagem members, it started a little like this.

1. Courier/Frontman: You’re not so much a member of Snagem as you are just somebody they hire on as a mule or pretty face to advertise. Couriers just run packages to people Snagem is dealing with or other Snagem members who need it. You compete with Pokemon for the Courier position too. Wanna know why Wes is a fast runner? Wanna know why Wes has such a speed machine and can drive so well? There’s some reasons. He started in this position, and he damn sure wasn’t gonna lose it. Now, as a kid, of course, he could only handle small hover bikes, but he learned how to mod them fast.

2. Base member/Lazyass: Base members of Snagem don’t do much besides just do basic errands and stuff. Anything other members can’t do basically gets shoved onto these guys. Including the grosser stuff like cleaning up ‘the messes’. They never elaborated on what. They’d just say to go clean up this mess or that mess. And Base members gotta do it. Or they can be lazy. A lot do. The HQ doesn’t smell nice. Especially since Orre is hotter than Groudon’s Drought.

2.1 Mechanic/Contractor: These guys are still technically Base members but they can actually, like, do stuff. So they’re treated a little better, and they don’t have to clean gross stuff up! They fiddle with all the machines and make sure the HQ is in good condition.

3. Thieves/Snaggers: Aka when Gonzap actually starts to give a fuck about you. If you meet your quota. This is arguably the most valuable tier members can be, even more than Admins. Anyone in this tier is part of the group of people that are assigned to go out and steal what is needed. Don’t care how, don’t give excuses, steal it. Steal everything you’re told to, or it’s back to Base member for you. Even some Snaggers were just those types that used Sleep Powder, but if you could steal, and steal all on your quota, you could be in this tier. Snaggers are regularly in contact with Couriers to pass off the goods to, and this is where Wes first met a Snagger. Immediately, it sowed the seeds in his head that would eventually lead to him wanting to pursue a higher position in Snagem. Snaggers are often the ones who get busted out of prison. Mechanics and Contractors, maybe. Admins, yeah. Snaggers, absolutely. Base members/Couriers/Frontmen? Lol they’ll send you a postcard.

4. Admins: Usually Gonzap’s close and trusted advisors and enforcers. Strong, yes, but they don’t have to be a Snagger. If you are, you may as well be a unicorn. Wes was on his way to being that rare combo before he stabbed everyone in the back.

5. Boss: Gonzap. Duh. The toughest dude, leads only the most important missions. Pretty standard stuff. A lot of day-to-day stuff gets left to the Admins but if he gets involved, you probably fucked up big time.

Now, Snagem also has a fun little ‘initiation’. It’s actually quite simple: Go to the HQ and report to Gonzap. Thing is, they have a messenger, usually another Courier, tell you this. No nice cushy ride for you. Go get there yourself. The most you may get told, if the member is nice enough to tell the Courier, is that it’s at Eclo Canyon. Normally people stop right there and go ‘Nah’ and back out. Plenty who try never show up. It’s safe to say, if you successfully find the HQ, you now know Eclo Canyon like the back of your hand. Which is important as all members need to know how. Wes cheated a little and stalked a Grunt there after being lost, but it worked!

New members are often treated roughly and used as a whipping boy a lot by other members. Aka they’d battle and fist fight a lot. Base members are the ones who really do this because they’re bored and it’s funny to punk a new guy.

They are nice to give you a uniform, but Wes didn’t like wearing it because they didn’t have a lot of different sizes and he was too small. He got a LOT of ‘attention’ for a while because of that.

Food in the earlier days of Snagem was a little scarce, and they didn’t ration. Get to your food first and take it before someone else does. Hiding it can work, but it normally gets found and it’s always nobody’s fault but your own if it does. That leaves eating it right there, but if another grunt is upset they didn’t get any they may just fight you until you puke it up to spite you. Wes had this happen several times himself.

Now, you don’t have to eat the food Snagem scrounges up. Nobody stops you from going out and getting your own. The HQ isn’t Snagem members’ house. It’s an HQ. You don’t pay rent for it, you work. Food is considered a luxury provided when they can give it. If you do go out to grab your own, don’t think other Snagem members won’t tail you. Just ‘cause you’re getting it from somewhere else doesn’t mean they won’t still try to take it or spite you.

Earning your respect in Snagem can take a while or it can happen really fast. Normally it involves asserting yourself enough to know that if anyone tries something, you’re gonna get thrashed. Contributing to Snagem a lot is another route. If you contribute a lot to Snagem but aren’t strong, you’re a ‘Daddy’s Boy’ and they fuck with you more than if you were just a new guy.

When you do earn your respect, everyone backs off, and you’re more or less finally seen as an equal, and people generally can get pretty friendly. You are ‘one of them’ sorta. It doesn’t mean any of the bullshit will stop, but they sorta feel like you can be trusted as far as Snagem is concerned. About as close to good friends and bros as can be. As long as you stayed with Snagem.

If you turn on Snagem, they will hunt you and utterly beat the hell out of you. Probably take all your stuff too. And they won’t stop. Not unless Gonzap calls them off.

So, overall, Snagem’s atmosphere is very much summed up as ‘a junkyard full of a pack of junkyard dogs’. Come on in if you can find em, but we ain’t gonna coddle anybody. Figure it out or leave.

All this was fine and dandy until Cipher came along. They gave one special thing to Snagem, and that was the Snag Machine.

Cipher completely took advantage of Snagem about it too. They knew Snagem would jump at the chance to use it, and so they used Snagem first as test subjects with their clunky Beta versions. The ones that were like vending machines.

These things were cumbersome and ridiculously hard to make use of. It wasn’t until Wes got the bright idea to actually disguise them as vending machines sitting on the back of a concealed truck did they actually steal any Pokemon with them. But Wes saw huge potential in this technology and was eager to see where it would go.

Eventually, to ‘thank’ Snagem for its help, Cipher ‘gifted’ them the only handheld Snag Machine. But it came at a steep price. They could have the Snag Machine, but Cipher demanded they go out and steal for Cipher as well as themselves.

Snagem, essentially, became Cipher’s bitch and stole at the snap of their fingers. Wes noticed this shift very quickly and he did not like getting put back into that tier after clawing his way out of it. He wasn’t gonna be nobody’s bitch, but if Snagem wanted to, Wes would treat them like one.

Snagem’s reaction was pretty basic when Wes betrayed Snagem, as seen in Colosseum, but Wes felt nothing when he betrayed them. Wes is a product of his environment, and Snagem undoubtedly created a monster by fostering his megalomania with their system. Several things, like the literal fighting for food, and the treatment of new members, contributed to the complexes Wes still has, such as never wanting to depend on anyone. The hyperaggressive environment, in turn, made Wes hyperaggressive when he felt threatened or wanted to assert dominance. He wouldn’t have even felt a need to assert any sort of dominance if Snagem hadn’t beat it into him that he had to, lest he be pushed around by everyone. Wes had his own bad traits, but Snagem basically took all of Wes’ bad personality traits and amplified them.

[xottzot]

2017-4(APR)-21-Friday---Captain, there be water here.

2017-4(APR)-21-Friday---Captain there be water here.

As Scotty might declare, "Captain, there be water here!"

(It's a Star Trek movie reference simile.)

At sometime after 7:30am, I had to get up and let Sam & Max outside for their critical ablutions, and therafter to be fed their critical feeding of the day which helps to keep them literally alive.

I went to wash their food bowls after they had eaten their dry food, the bowls which ALWAYS have to be diligently washed and kept hygienic clean for their health and safety and of mine also.

And I discovered there was mains water in the taps.

Maybe the water HAD come back on earlier but I had failed to realise that because of X and Y and Z. And X10.....

The water sputtered out VERY heavily, (Sam & Max rushed in upon hearing it thinking that there was some crazed wild feline animal loose in this hovel), and the water was yellow discoloured, indicating that the water corporation HAD done some work with open pipes somewhere and (as usual), the water is now contaminated and needed to be flushed through every homeowners (or in my case hovel) water pipes through the taps to get rid of trapped air and crap in the water pipes.

And speaking of that, I got to finally flush the toilet which was very needed by myself and the ambient acrid air.

And I had to give lots of water to the chickens. The last two chickens remaining alive that is. And one of them looks soon to die.

To futher flush this hovels water pipes out and to remove more trapped air in the pipes, I did some hand-watering of some plants in the backyard which are dying because of lack of water and are leaf-curled and becoming crispy from lack of water. The water sputtered-out a lot and it was hard to hang onto the hose for awhile as the horrible water came flushing through and out and making the hose-end jump.

There were people moving about and walking all about the roads. Strangely some were walking dogs. And they were walking dogs on dog leads. Sorry, I'm so accustomed to seeing the abos here always having loose dogs roaming around all the time invading peoples yards and so on, that other people acting respnsibly, calmly, and normally with dogs is a shock to my system to see.

The abo's use that as an 'excuse' (they have many bullshit excuses) when being caught in innocent residents private home yards.

Another common tactic of the above is abos madly kicking an ovoid football (or ANY ball), on the streets (ON the roads) and having it careen off into innocent peoples private yards. They then use the excuse if caught, "I'm only looking for my football......" --- That exact tactic was again once more being used even last night in the darkness of an innocent neighbours yard as the abo was all about somebody's parked car that had been parked right next to the house outside a window because of the rampant thieving abos from the CRIMINAL HOUSE. The shithead was all about the parked car.

The abos have also walking about (A LOT) about everywhere this morning.

And they've still been doing that, wandering all over the place on the roads.

And so endless wanderings are all happening. - Again. As always. - Never ending....

Whilst I was outside, there was also a shithead on a motorbke AGAIN as happens EVERY DAY, forcing his way through the pedestrian walkway. But this one was different in that he was on a small-engined scooter, and it (amazingly) appeared to have a license plate (real, valid or not), on it and he sped off from the walkway as usual not caring about any traffic and then flying along the road as fast as he could go towards the Koongamia shops direction. I state the 'shops direction' purely as the direction eastwards, not the intended destination of travel, because the shitheads and criminals have long since mapped out all the connectways of pedestrian walkways and such, as well as roads that loop all about and back in this area which has become a shithole, and a nirvana for aboriginals and criminals. All kept in mind by criminals and used to that effect to evade Police and confuse Police totally, and to stop pursuits by Police in vehicles.

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Just a small piece of history to put in here......

When I was younger and a (responsible as always) offroad motorcycle rider, I rode a trailbike. A Honda XL 250cc. - Thw purchase of which was secondhand from a motorcycle store in Midland (now long gone) and because I was so poor I had to get it under 'hire-purchase'.

Consequently, the motorbike was very important to me. I used it to go to daily (6 days a week and also 7 days a week) work. I also used it to go to the public library. It was the only transport I ever had. I never had a car until many years later, and even that car was very old, second-hand, worn out, and didn't last long.

I also used the motorbike whenever I could to spare my old mother the agony (and physical agony) of her having to use public transport to do such things as pay bills and so on. (and of course this was long before the days of todays 'by-wire' payment abilities, which are also problematic in themselves) believe me.

Years later, the West Australian Police especially (around this hellhole), were being assailed by a plague of illegal (and totally irresponsible) shitheads on motorbikes and so on. (sound familiar?)

The Police got brand new Honda XL 350cc trailbikes, dresed them up with all manner of Police equipment (including motorcycle CRASH BARS) which you have on ROAD motobikes, and they were sent out to do Police business where they were needed.

But Xl 350's are too heavy for offroad use, I myself would even have rather had a XL 125cc for offroad use because they were lighter than the lump of heavy motorbike I struggled with offroad in bush settings (not going along on open bush areas), because the motobike's weight was a massive impediment, liable to getting bogged in black sand, sometimes white sand or yellow sand, and the only thing that it really was, was what it was, a dual-purpose road and offroad motorbike that could keep up in road traffic and not have you squeezed-out by cars and trucks and idiot drivers. (though that became so bad I stopped riding all motorbikes comeletely), especially after 2 very bad motorcyle incidents on the road not caused by me.

I still suffer to this day from a motorcycle crash not of my fault, and the injuries sustained.

But those heavy Honda XL 350's were continually being touted by Police as being their salvation and sole answer to combatting and pursuing shitheads on offroad motorcycles.

It didn't last.

They slowly vanished from sight. Crime got worse.

The West Australian Police presence became entrenched into using more sedans and such, and movies like Mad Max never helped either. Young Police officers thought themselves 'Mad Max' on the roads, as did criminals and shitheads. Experienced West Australian Police will know what I mean.

My friend Ron, had a brother who was in the West Australian Police for some time (before leaving to other things in his life), and in fact I purchased his used Honda CB 550cc motorbike and used that because the attraction of offroad 'freedom' (responsibly) was being vanished because of progress, urban sprawl, and so on.

I found that my many years of offroad motorcycle riding experince certainly saved my life MANY times on the road. Useless vehicle drivers were getting so high in numbers on the roads that it literally became a situation whereby every week, then even every few days, then EVERY day, I would be almost killed on the roads by idiots in cars and trucks. Only myself saved myself.

And so I stopped riding motorbikes completely.

Forget about large motorbikes today being heavy and cumbersome because they are like feathers compared to everything back then.

But the situation of Police being stuck in cars and vehicles has remained. There is no motorcycle Police force here to speak of that can deal with the massive rise of shitheads on motorbikes. Such as the ones that tear about now on the roads here with unlicecesed and unlicensable for the roads motrobikes. And in fact as I write THIS parapgraph at 10:15am-10:20am, there has been another shithead on a small unlicensed (and unlicensable for road use) motorbike tearing out of the pedestrian walkway and riding along the roads eastwards to the Koongamia shops. A fat overweight shithead riding upon it, was the ONLY reason it wasn't able to be hurtling fast along as they always do.

The motorbikes tearing about has been EVERY day now doing all that and worse for over 4, 5 and perhaps coming into 6 months straight, I've lost count now. The wet weather will do nothing to stop it all I am sure because nothing else has.

In the recent past here in this hellhole I've sometimes seen a rare Police motorcycle about. Sometimes a duo in partnership. But they are so physically large, with a high engine capacity to pursue speeding vehicles and such, and encumbered with Police equipment, that the Police motrocycles cannot purse the shitheads through narrow places that the shitheads do. And so teh shitheads have remained completely lawless with total impunity, apparently free from being intercepted and captured by Police at all. They cannot be captured by Police and even if they do, they can lie and not get anything decisive and stopping all the shit.

The illusion of law being upheld around here in this hellhole, is exactly that...an illusion.

And THAT is how there is such a high amount of shitheads on motorbikes in this hellhole, a reason that even the casual intelligence of anyone reading this would be able to accept as being the truth that it is.

In your mind now, replace the motorbikes with pushbikes......and you have what those of the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD get around upon to evade Police, Police who are still stuck in their high-speed capable sedans but which are utterly useless for actually catching criminals on pushbikes or on foot. Although the Police sometimes also try to catch them nowadays with big heavy 4WD station wagons which is even worse. But at least they are using radio 'two-way' communications more effectively now and officers on foot have them too.

But still the shitheads and criminals proliferate, multiply, and are rampant.

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LOTS of activity going on in a innocent neighbours place this morning too. That of course has the abos of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD wandering about and inspecting as they go past. And of course there has also been the swarms of aboriginal kids from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD wandering all about the streets. Sometimes on a bicycle, but more often on foot. They change at their whim, from foot to bicycle whenever they can just take a bicycle and use it. - The adult male of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD has done the same this morning.

And now a car, a dark sedan has pulled up there and several adult male aboriginals have got out and gone into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. -- Business as usual. - Shittyness as usual. Criminal abo kids all over the place a usual. Criminal abo kids all camped-out hidden in the yard of the place that has its picket fence so destroyed by criminal abo kids that the criminal abos just wander in an out of there at will night or day through the massive holes.

That place above is there, and the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD is just nearby. - Between the two places is situated an innocent residents household that have moved in just the other day this week. - I worry about them and their safety.

And THEY are replacing the previous innocent residents who were driven out of living there by having to endure living next to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.....

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About 10:48am, I just saw an almost fatality. Too bad it wasn't! -- A (postal) delivery van came around the intersection and a criminal aboriginal boy (the one who avidly picks his nose and feasts upon what he digs out), he ran out directly in front of it.

The ONLY reason it was not a fatality was the driver stopped right there and delivered a package to an innocent residents house. And so the driver had already been ready to brake the vehicle to a stop.

That criminal aboriginal does NOT deserve such life saving efforts from any others.

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This is a veneer of 'false normality' about the streets today. But not really.

So I expect somebody will come along and make utterly wrong determinations and report on what they currently see/don't see/imagine they see.

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Well now, there was something different to see at at 11am....

A husband and wife were out with their child on bicycles on the roads. They were ALL responsibly wearing bicycle helmets (which is the law but of course no aboriginals EVER wears bicycle helmets and is immune even in front of Police.), and the father had an adition to the bicycle he was riding.

His bike had a childs bicycle properly attached to its rear in tandem and of course the exercise was to teach the child to ride and responsibly to ride on the roads whilst the adult was actually providing the majority of the motive power of the two and their directions. The exact antithesis to the aboriginals all about here.

(what next I wonder, 'Wagyl'-shaped pedal-carts being ridden on the roads with complete abandon, and using some sort of craze religious cult 'right' to do it all? -- That sort of shit is likely to happen because normaility, law, sensibility, civility, and so on doesn't exist here anymore.

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I have to re-do a a LOT of what I am typing because I am so incapacitated by a hand injury. But typos and crazy typing mistakes sometimes get thru. Please forgive that dear reader.

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11:06...just heard a loud CRASH/SMASH coming from the rented household that has had its fence ripped apart, its gate ripped off, and huge large holes in its fence made by criminal aboriginals for the use of criminal aboriginals...just like they illegally and criminally took over the entire place, house & yard, when it was vacant for awhile before the current residents moved-in.

And they were ONLY allowed to move in due to the saving graces of the very gentle and very innocent and kind 'Ms New Age'.

And aborigninals freely walk in and out of there all the time now at will, either past the smashed front gate, or thru the huge holes in the fences there, it makes no difference to them. They did the damage. So in their deranged minds they 'own' the place.....

To them the entire place is one free adventure playground to smash up, to destroy, an when things get too bad, they just wander off back to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD without a care in the world.

And dear reader....YES, they HAV been caught in the past last year by Police rampaging an smashing about in there. But of course the mysterious anonymous 'benefactors' made all the Police problems go away and vanish from public sight. Except it hasn't. It, as always, just covered them up.

And you may wonder why mister nose-picker-eater kid ran from the place when he saw that postal delivery vehicle pull up outside there and thought it was authorities........

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P@11:36am.....going to lay down now in agony. And now also having terrible digestive problems and associated ablution problems to which you have no idea of how terrible. -- I love YOU Fliss and want to be with you. - Sam still hurt. Max still very upset and prone to become vicious at any moment. I am tending to both alone a best as I can since I am worse than alone and always alone left to do everything.........