I thought the law here in Oz was the pits until I read this story.

Vomit inducing bullshit

I don’t know what to say.

Gobsmacked.

Stunned.

Outraged.

Nauseous.

All of the above.

This is apparently justice for a young girl imprisoned for 24 years by her own father, sexually abused and made to bear 7 of his children {effectively her brothers and sisters} one of which he left to die for fear of being exposed for what he is.

I almost despair of a race that has his type in it, and I despair totally of the “justice” system that allows this to happen.

People wonder why I drink.

Check the story and let me know if I need to bring in some extra booze, and an arrival time would help too.

That’s who I look like in my passport photo!

FFS, how do they do it?

I hate having my photo taken at the best of times, and maybe that comes through, who knows, but it seems to me every time a passport pic gets done, it’s always THE worst pic you ever saw.

Unless it’s a drivers license, because they’re just as bad.

Do they trawl the community for the most inept person they can find, or maybe it’s part of the key selection criteria for the job??

I can see the ad now.

WANTED

THE most useless photographer ever born, to take passport and license photos.
Must have the eye of a blind man for focusing and be able to make people look as if they belong behind bars.
No experience required, however good timing would be an advantage, because it is essential to ensure a person is blinking as the photo is taken.
Debating skills could also be useful in order to argue with the subject when they demand another pic be taken, as we are not allowed to do this.
Determination would be advantagous in this area.

It’s a photo. I have an 8 year old granddaughter that could do better than some of these fucking morons.

How badly do I want to take that camera and shove it up this bloke’s arse, you ask??

VERY BADLY!!!

Before anyone asks, NO, I will NOT be posting the pic.

Those we’re going to see may, just MAY, see it once we’re there, but other than that, only customs will have the {dubious} pleasure.

Today was my weekend.
Yes, I know there are ordinarily 2 days in a weekend, but life has not been ordinary of late, so only having one day seems to just fit right in!!
Now, in order to understand the intrinsic nature of this post, there are a few little items of note that you should be made aware of.
1. It’s been raining solid for almost 3 weeks, and I’m over it! Seriously over it.
Yes, that’s life in the tropics, I know.
For the brilliant, balmy weather, we have a wet season for anything up to 3 months.
This is our 5th summer here, and it’s the only one that has ever come close to having what is a true wet season, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it, now does it??
2. Between Tuesday morning and last night I have worked a total of around the 70 hours mark, so I may be a little tetchy, with a fuse around the size that would be the throw away part of a 6 week old baby boys circumcision. Maybe I’m just irrational, who knows???
3. What was a tropical low off the coast is now being referred to as tropical cyclone Ellie. Not a big cyclone though, only expected to be a category one, so it’s more piss and wind than anything else.
So.
In order to survive, one needs food, so after a Skype call, an unexpected phone call {turns out the phone isn’t dead, it was only the plug had come lose from the wall} doing the washing and having a shower, it was time to enter that entertaining little place known as the supermarket.
First stop, the meat section, spy what looks to be a nice little boneless pork roast, that will do very nicely, thank you very much, mother for the rabbits.
Next stop, the vegie section for pumpkin, onions, plus potatoes, sweet and otherwise.
Sweet ones were not a problem, couple of nice little golden ones will be fine. Onto the others.
At this point, please refer to my third little item of note above.
Do you know, I managed to procure the last 5 potatoes in captivity at Woolworths in Townsville?
Yep! People have heard the word cyclone, can’t hear anything else, and of course they need to go and get enough food, water and gas supplies to sustain a small army platoon in the event of disaster, and, naturally, buying 10 kilos of potatoes will help towards that cause!
Now, how exactly one is meant to cook these potatoes should the power go off as is normal in a cyclone??? Well, that little answer eludes for the time being.
:roll:
Anyway, I grabbed the spuds and threw them out of sight before a fucking manic housewife spied me with them and decided to mug me there and then.
It was at this point I thought I could see what was coming. I was right!!
Not one bottle of water to be found, no UHT milk, tea, coffe, sugar, all basics cleaned off the shelves and 2 little old ladies almost ready to scratch each others eyes out over the 1 remaining jar of Vegemite!
Sheesh!
Grab a few other little bits and pieces and move along again.
Then, a thought! Need peas!
Gotta have peas!!!
I struggle to eat any sort of roast without peas, preferably frozen ones. I love them.
Hmmm…hope I can get frozen peas or I’ll need to rethink dinner.
Down to the freezer section to appease what could be an impending melt down, and PHEW!!! Lots of peas, so I grab a packet, and this happened to be the last thing we need, so it’s time for the checkout.
As I turn away, that’s when I spy them!!!
What’s that you say???
What did I spy???
Well, in the words of a good blogging buddy of mine, Jesus Krispies, Christ in a sidecar, and gag me with a maggot.
E.A.S.T.E.R. E.G.G.S
I kid you not!!!
Large as life for all and sundry to drool over.
E.A.S.T.E.R E.G.G.S????
Give me a break!!! It’s February 1st and they have Easter stuff out????
FFS, the credit card hasn’t had time to cool off from Christmas yet!!!
We haven’t even had the feeding frenzy that normally surrounds Valentine’s Day, and already Bugs has been moulded in chocolate and wrapped in foil!!!????
I came straight home, put the roast on, groceries away and have been drinking bourbon since!
Someone wake me up on July 15th if you would?
I’ll need to pack by then!!

I fucking hate Christmas shopping.
Yet, I went shopping on Saturday morning.
What WAS I thinking?
Clearly, I wasn’t thinking I guess.
The next time I want to go shopping 4 weeks before Christmas? Someone slap me! Please!
I can never decide what’s the worst of the debacle at this time of year.
The screaming kids or the parents who insist on dragging them from one shop to another ad nauseum until the poor bloody kids are so tired and sick of it that they DO scream.
They drag them out of the house at some ungodly hour so that they can park as close as possible to the shopping centre entrance and the fun begins.
In and out of shops for hours on end regardless of the childs discomfort, needs or anything else.
The to add insult to injury at the end of all that, it’s time to sit on Santa’s knee.
Gee! I wonder why the kids is screaming the place down and refuses point blank to smile like the little angel we all know they can be?
They’ve been up since sparrow fart, carted from one end of town to the other.
They’re tired, they’re irritable.
They’ve has E.N.O.U.G.H
I love kids. I do. Please don’t get me wrong.
But they do have their place and Christmas shopping for hours on end from early morning till mid afternoon is NOT one of them.
FFS, leave the kids at home with Dad, or Nanny, or anyone, but don’t drag them from one end of town to the other and then yell at them when they get tired and cranky because they’re 4 hours past the time when they’re accustomed to peacefully sleeping in their air conditioned bedroom for a couple of hours.
The pic above is directed at the parents of these poor little mites, not the kids.
Here’s a thought.
Maybe you could teach them the REAL meaning of Christmas, which is NOT the presents you seem so intent upon accumulating and sending yourself to the poor house for?
You could at least do that with a book in the comfort of your home, so you won’t have to drag them out in the stinking hot NQ sun, and into a stuffy car for the 6 mile drive to wherever it is you’re going.
Morons!

We’re going overseas next year, so the time has come to look at silly essential things like passports, visas etc.
So, with this in mind I started researching what we would need in order to obtain these fripperies necessities.
Thus the post title come to mind, as did the pic. I’ve been sitting on this pic for some time waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.
Well I’ve fucking found it now!!
To get a passport I require:
Drivers licence {easy peasy}
Medicare card {again, easy}
Full birth certificate {extract will NOT suffice, which is what they issue ordinarily, and of course, what I have}
Now, because I don’t live in the state I was born in, the process becomes more complicated because I have to take all relevant docmentation to a police station to have it verified before I can send it away to the state where I was born.
Add that to having been married in another state again, it just keeps getting better!
Ok, birth certificate. Go to Births, Deaths and Marriages for the relevant state.
You ever tried to navigate your way around a government site? Shit, you need a compass, sextant, packed lunch and a sleeping bag just to find the section you need!!
Am I the only one has difficulty with these fricking sites?? Why, why oh why can they not just have little links that say “Go here, click this, do that, press the purple button” and Bob’s your Uncle?
Hell no!! Instead you end up with 103 pop up windows all telling you the same fucking thing, by which time you’re secretly plotting to over throw the bastards in THE bloodiest coup ever seen in the history of man.
Eventually work that out, head off to Births, Deaths and Marriages for the state where we were married.
Guess what? Same shit, different state!! Another packed lunch is required.
Bureaucratic bullshit designed to drive me, you and every other person alive, totally nuts!!
Why do they have to make them so damned difficult to find anything?
Now, I’m not a stupid person, nor am I particularly challenged when it comes to modern day methods of doing thing online. It’s how I do most things, and in fact spend 98% of my free waking moments on the laptop, connected to the net.
I can traverse a {complicated} hosting site, set up a database followed by building a blog, understand some PHP coding, manage to muddle my way through the odd bit of CSS, understand plugins and what they do, manage all my banking online, set up my computer, and many other things to boot.
In the space of 20 minutes, looking for a way to assemble the required information to obtain a full birth certificate, bureaucracy manages to make me feel like some type of dim witted female from the back woods who struggles to comprehend her own name.
The people who make the decisions on how these government sites are laid out need to pull their heads out of their arses and realise it’s every day people who need to use these sites.
Not all of them have an IQ bordering on the genius level you morons!
No wonder the frigging government can’t get anything done. Their convoluted processes, even on websites, excludes actually being able to achieve anything vaguely productive!
Sheesh!
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