Equal rights for women and prime ministers?

Equal pay equal work equal abuse! I am a bloke and have been called a sheila whore and a lot of other things and have had to take the abuse. Now parliamentarians are doing the same its about time the law is changed so people can call me a phucken whore or worse. The Australian prime minister Julia Gillard was called a piece of work and wanted an apology. Wake up woman I have been called the same and I don't expect an apology. I have had young women take away my credentials and also my ability to work, You wanted equal rights,      then you must expect the same filth thrown at you the same as men get.
Men don't cry..... equal rights now say....... now women don't cry. Get over it or admit that women will never be an equal to men and do away with equal rights altogether for all Australians.
I respect a person if they show respect, men or women.

Side tracked

Traveling on the road today in search of goodies I physically ran threw a swarm of bees on the highway. Just before the incident there was these black objects coming my way. Then splat splatter splat over fifty bees hit the windscreen of the van. The week before I captured a swarm of bees and coerced them into a hive. I physically pulled the branch they were on sharply and they all fell to the ground and walked up a prelaid runway straight into a hive that I prepared for them. I am now the owner of bees! They are interesting to watch and study. They are good security at the back fence..

gypsy type wagon1

All good wagons that are lived in need a stove for cooking and I have experimented with various degrees of failure;)  I have finally come up with a beauty I called the Gundy stove. Simple to make 120mm x 800mm  the exhaust is 50mm So you can work it out from there. This is the start of a series on making a gypsy type wagon. Not being a gypsy I cannot call it a gypsy wagon.

caravan

I need a caravan so I have started to make one. End walls are up and pictures will follow with sketches used to make it. More will follow.

smiling slightly

Tears of joy awaken me
laughter tears will never be
smiling in the bright of day
smiling because I had my say

spoken never to any one
cold it is in the sun
giggle now and giggle then
sight of sound with out zen

turn me over and laughter be
sounds erupting from the sea
softness of a cloud filled night
laughter be laughter light

hush my soul

deepest dark of deepest light
spoken in the cold of night
little said but never seen
come on in and bust my spleen

ever seen but never said
country mean and never blead
tormented mind for what I've seen
never will and never been

Shaken soul tears of light
never spoken in the sight
broken soil drowned in blood
a life has turned into mud

Jingle drugs

Jingle drugs jingle drugs poke them down my throat
Overkill psychotic quack I can float by boat
popping pills popping pills Dashing threw my life
come on down come on down come and take my bloody wife

Kick me in the guts while I'm bloody down
drug me up piss on me while you bloody can
O'shake my hand and charge me some
steal my stinken house

Feed me fatty foods take away my life
make me sleep for hours on end
Til I don't know who I am
Then do it all again up my phucken dose

Charge me more take away my will
Then order me to court force your drugs on me
My mind is yours for good do your will me
Pay your bill terror in my mind