There is some good videos on YouTube about this subject worth watching. Makes our prime minister being a thief look pale and insignificant.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=SXr_sGrUFO4&feature=endscreen
This will be the weapon that will be used to attack the Australian federal parliament in the coming years. Yes individual greed is nothing compared to national greed. The attack will come from inside Australian borders.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
4 corners diver death ABC tv
Many years ago I was employed as a diver on board a boat called the Kennedy off McKay in Queensland. The pay cuts were used even back then I was from Wollongong and had to travel at my expense. The price was reduced as we were leaving the dock. I arrived in Queensland with a weight of 11.5 stone and a month later I was 9.5 stone. We worked up to sixteen hours a day seven days a week, I was working in up to 30 feet of water ascending every hour to load the Trocus shell on the boat. I got the bends and two weeks later was placed in a decompression chamber in the Prince of Wales Hospital in Sydney. On one occasion a tender boat never returned back to the Kennedy and was left in the open sea overnight. I was the only one who wanted to set up a search and rescue and was talked down. The tender returned in the early hours of the morning. Production was placed first over anything else.
When diving in Port Kembla at the multi purpose berth, The air bottle on my back for emergency was empty and I nearly drowned.
The diving industry needs to have a good look at themselves as more deaths will occur. Dive master overseeing the jobs and the attendants need to be trained and on watch at all times a diver is in the water. On large scale operations like what was on four corners tonight should have a attendant for each diver and when the diver reached the surface the boat should have stopped. This not stopping the operation is a criminal act as all the divers would have realized something was wrong when the propeller of the ship stopped. This would have allowed all the divers to become rescue divers with the saving of a life. Drift diving is the boat moving with the current not being pulled at two kilometers an hour or more threw the water. This is not dangerous it is insane.
When diving in Port Kembla at the multi purpose berth, The air bottle on my back for emergency was empty and I nearly drowned.
The diving industry needs to have a good look at themselves as more deaths will occur. Dive master overseeing the jobs and the attendants need to be trained and on watch at all times a diver is in the water. On large scale operations like what was on four corners tonight should have a attendant for each diver and when the diver reached the surface the boat should have stopped. This not stopping the operation is a criminal act as all the divers would have realized something was wrong when the propeller of the ship stopped. This would have allowed all the divers to become rescue divers with the saving of a life. Drift diving is the boat moving with the current not being pulled at two kilometers an hour or more threw the water. This is not dangerous it is insane.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
some time ago
My son being a office worker type had no tools so I gathered up some thinking he will never make any money with them.
As time went buy the tools gathered rust in his car boot, (trunk as you Americans call it).
Then he told me he finally made two dollars with the tools I was shocked and surprised all at once.
I asked him how so did you make two dollars.
Whilst walking down Crown Street in Wollongong in his brand new suit done up to his teeth, he saw a golden 2 dollar on the foot path and went to pick it up? It was stuck there fast glued to the footpath right in front of a barbers shop. He kicked it a number of times and the barber and the patrons had a laugh at his expense. Not to be out done he went back to his car and removed the hammer and chisel from the tool kit and went back to the barbers shop again, He went down to pick it up kicking it and putting on a fair old show for the barber and his patrons this time he smiles and they laughed.
Then to the surprise to the barber and the patrons he pulled out the hammer and chisel and with one swipe of the hammer against the chisel the 2 dollar coin flipped over and he snatched it in mid air with the spontaneous cheers of the patrons and the frown from the barber.
As time went buy the tools gathered rust in his car boot, (trunk as you Americans call it).
Then he told me he finally made two dollars with the tools I was shocked and surprised all at once.
I asked him how so did you make two dollars.
Whilst walking down Crown Street in Wollongong in his brand new suit done up to his teeth, he saw a golden 2 dollar on the foot path and went to pick it up? It was stuck there fast glued to the footpath right in front of a barbers shop. He kicked it a number of times and the barber and the patrons had a laugh at his expense. Not to be out done he went back to his car and removed the hammer and chisel from the tool kit and went back to the barbers shop again, He went down to pick it up kicking it and putting on a fair old show for the barber and his patrons this time he smiles and they laughed.
Then to the surprise to the barber and the patrons he pulled out the hammer and chisel and with one swipe of the hammer against the chisel the 2 dollar coin flipped over and he snatched it in mid air with the spontaneous cheers of the patrons and the frown from the barber.
Gundagai house
6/7/2012 return to Gundagai
I returned to the imagineering -engineering home site to survey the land and go back to the times of the chooks Jenny Henny and Penny. The chook shed was gone found in the creek where the flood of March 2012 left it. The stench was gone in the yard and the grass was cut by my neighbor. The scars have been left on the people as they all still tell stories and yarns but drift back to the flood and how some escape or excitement prevailed at the time. The tenants have left and now have a new baby delivered at the height of the flood. There are large releases from the dams at the moment to supply the irrigation properties further down the river.
Thoughts turn to the Platypus and River rats (Australian Otter) that lost there homes and lives with no form of social security as those from other countries around the world, get aid from Australians.
My neighbor has burnt the flotsam that was left behind from the flood waters from homes from further up the river. Old lounges and sheds and the like, prised possessions from others like myself . Yes the scars from the flood are slowly dwindling. Then my eyes turn to the house the chimney in the lounge room is tilting. Closer inspection reveals the true nature of the damage. The outer walls are twisted not straight the iron on the roof is lifting and popping the nails. Then I notice the roof on the east side of the house has dropped in the middle taking away the fall to nearly flat.
On the last visit I was in shock and never noticed all the damage as my time was taken up with nailing the roof and cleaning the sheds of the mud and wet contents.
Again my neighbor had removed the bulk of the materials. How lucky I was to have such friends to have all this work done and more that I haven't even noticed, but now I enter the house and the shock takes over me the house is a shambles. The house is sopping wet, the mold has even taken over in every area even the parts that remained dry and the stench still remains. Walls and ceilings being made from ply wood have all delaminated, doors don't close and door jams out of shape. My friend whom I had bought with me to help photograph the damage, saw what my eyes did not want to see. He pointed out that the walls have separated from the internal walls at the bottom because the foundations have moved. The house rafted at the height of the flood and settled back on the foundations with the associated movement. Then we went back to the roof and climbed up the home made ladder, to find all the nails popping and even the tech screws pulling out, the roof felt soft under foot so we climbed back down to the safety of the squishy ground. We went back in the house and the built in washing machine had been looted probably with other stuff that is not noticed.
I feel so lucky that I had moved to Nowra and not been involved in the flood in full swing as I was in the 1956 flood in Belengen on the north coast of NSW.
The house was insured but the building was not built to Australian standards of the 1990s was old (1890) The roof was leaking and all the other things that they can think of.
Insurance is something that you pay a premium for, and this it is to stop you having a substantial financial loss as what has happened to me. I have suffered a large loss of income from the house being unlivable and the loss of rent.
Yes straight talk is out the door and criminal talk is of suing and strife. My best insurance was my gracious neighbors. God bless them all......Cheers
Thoughts turn to the Platypus and River rats (Australian Otter) that lost there homes and lives with no form of social security as those from other countries around the world, get aid from Australians.
My neighbor has burnt the flotsam that was left behind from the flood waters from homes from further up the river. Old lounges and sheds and the like, prised possessions from others like myself . Yes the scars from the flood are slowly dwindling. Then my eyes turn to the house the chimney in the lounge room is tilting. Closer inspection reveals the true nature of the damage. The outer walls are twisted not straight the iron on the roof is lifting and popping the nails. Then I notice the roof on the east side of the house has dropped in the middle taking away the fall to nearly flat.
On the last visit I was in shock and never noticed all the damage as my time was taken up with nailing the roof and cleaning the sheds of the mud and wet contents.
Again my neighbor had removed the bulk of the materials. How lucky I was to have such friends to have all this work done and more that I haven't even noticed, but now I enter the house and the shock takes over me the house is a shambles. The house is sopping wet, the mold has even taken over in every area even the parts that remained dry and the stench still remains. Walls and ceilings being made from ply wood have all delaminated, doors don't close and door jams out of shape. My friend whom I had bought with me to help photograph the damage, saw what my eyes did not want to see. He pointed out that the walls have separated from the internal walls at the bottom because the foundations have moved. The house rafted at the height of the flood and settled back on the foundations with the associated movement. Then we went back to the roof and climbed up the home made ladder, to find all the nails popping and even the tech screws pulling out, the roof felt soft under foot so we climbed back down to the safety of the squishy ground. We went back in the house and the built in washing machine had been looted probably with other stuff that is not noticed.
I feel so lucky that I had moved to Nowra and not been involved in the flood in full swing as I was in the 1956 flood in Belengen on the north coast of NSW.
The house was insured but the building was not built to Australian standards of the 1990s was old (1890) The roof was leaking and all the other things that they can think of.
Insurance is something that you pay a premium for, and this it is to stop you having a substantial financial loss as what has happened to me. I have suffered a large loss of income from the house being unlivable and the loss of rent.
Yes straight talk is out the door and criminal talk is of suing and strife. My best insurance was my gracious neighbors. God bless them all......Cheers
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
New concept car
Driving a car by removing CO2 from the air is a reality one that can be done. The reality is the world is not ready for this technology as the technology can be used for war. The process is extremely simple to make by any backyard operation as I have found. The secret will remain safe and will not be developed in my life time as the dangers it can unleash are devastating. Cheers Professor Iggle
Monday, July 2, 2012
Brutality
Bulli public school.1959 at the age of 9, I was beaten by one school teacher by the name of Gardner. He systematically abused and beat the children in his care mainly the boys. Every day I was beaten by this man a criminal in his own right on a daily basis. I was scared for life and have had to deal with the psychological problems ever since. Today is the first time that I have spoken of the treatment dished out by this man. This set the scene for the rest of my life when I worked as an apprentice at Australian Iron and Steel pty.ltd. I again was beaten by older apprentices and greased with Black Jack a tar like lubricant rubbed on my genitals. The only way to remove the materials was to bath myself with Kerosene with the result of dermatitis for many years to follow. I was lucky as I loved my trade and never had much time with women as the brutality effected my inner being and my whole life. As the effect lasted I would apply for jobs that had a high risk of death attached to compensate for my emotional failings. In the end being buried up to my chest in a coal mine under the underground coal bins when the coal slumped out of the bottom of the bins. The last incident I was hit by a piece of stone bouncing from a belt transfer point which knocked me unconscious and ending my working life.
What a relief.
What a relief.
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