RIP Stumpy

Last night our little Aussie battler slipped away to fishie heaven. Just yesterday afternoon he was happily chomping on bloodworms and generally cavorting about his domain, happily wiggling his little tailless form about the place.

During the evening Lovely Leslie noticed The Stumpster doing some stunt swimming, upside down, then a rather odd nose down pirouette, then nothing.

We isolated him overnight but this morning he was gone, so still, just like the fish you see in down at the Ulladulla Fishermens Co-Op.

This little guy had adapted to life as a disabled fish, he had his fins and tail eaten off by a bully-fish. Once we removed that source of conflict he seemed to blossom, his fins grew back but the tail never did. He was an odd looking little guy but always seemed cheerful, wiggling around, eating heartily, getting on well with the other little fish in the tank.

So, cheers Stumpy! Thanks for the fun! It's a shame we have to toss you into the bin but at least you were wrapped up nicely.

Watching NSW Labor Self Destruct

Isn't it fascinating to watch the implosion of NSW Labor.

I can't wait for election day in March 2011 and see them turfed out onto Macquarie Street, all their bongos and boxes stacked up around them and haul their sorry arses into the oblivion they so richly deserve.

Once upon a time, not all that long ago, I was a Labor man through and through. As much as I hate to admit it, I was also involved in the union movement. Looking back I just can't understand what came over me! Maybe it was the angry young man syndrome, all set to take on the world, sort right from wrong, power to the people, bring justice to the oppressed working masses. There's no way now that I could support this train wreck of a party and its industrial wing.

Each time I see the talking heads on TV sprouting their glib cliches I just want to spew. Only the anticipated uproar from my darling partner, were I to soil her clean house, stops me.

Every time I see union heavies whining and banging on with their crap I feel like putting a brick through my 55 inch LED. I'm going out to Clark Rubber to buy some foam rubber bricks for my TV's sake! As an aside, does anyone know who that nasty Scotsman from the ETU is? He's a shocker, he should be timewarped back to Thatcher's Britain.

The Labor of yesteryear has long since died. They were the times you could be proud of the ALP and what it stood for. Legends like Curtin, Chifley, Whitlam and Hawke. The likes of Gillard, Rudd, Keneally and Co aren't worthy to even clean Ben Chifley's boots.

Those that know these things are predicting a massive defeat for NSW Labor. If it comes to pass, as it surely will, Labor have only themselves to blame.

In the aftermath the finger pointing will be a classic study of denial and sloping shoulder syndrome. They're all coated in teflon (registered trademark).

Bring it on I say! Bring it on!

Child support debts threaten parents' holidays

Child support debts threaten parents' holidays - ABC News website

Saw this article and it made my blood boil, not to mention bring back many unhappy memories

Mind you, the following is all my own humble opinion based on my experiences. I acknowledge there are scumbags out there who either evade the system with impunity, or equally milk the damn thing for all it's worth.

So, here goes ...

The Child Support Agency ranks second to the Australian Taxation Office as a bunch of c***s. The lump of granite that passes as their coporate heart is unflinching. Not only do they have no heart, they lack common sense, intelligence and basic human characteristics. I'd be surprised if they breath, eat, piss or shit. Perhaps they don't.

So when I come to the part in the article where Comrade Plibersek makes her stupid statement "if parents have an outstanding debt they can ring the Child Support Agency and talk through their options" I could only laugh. What a load of horse shit! You will get no where. There are no options other than bend over, part your cheeks and receive the pineapple rough end first. Being a scabby, tight fisted federal department they can't afford lube as they would have spent most of their corporate budget on staff development courses and other essential public service activities unrelated to actually serving the public.

You may think I am a bitter and twisted individual. Correct! I am! I suffered with these pricks.

I paid my dues every week, I never missed a payment, I wanted to assist my children to the best of my ability (r) ability. At the same time I was going through a rough financial patch. These bastards screwed me over big time. They would not listen, they were the most stupid people I had the misfortune to interact with up to that time in my life (subsequently Telstra call centres have taken the crown!) I lived like a frigging dog. Eventually I went bankrupt.

In all fairness CSA weren't the only financial burden that caused my bankruptcy and I accept responsibility for the poor decisions that assisted me in getting to that stage, but CSA did not make things any easier.

The day your children reach their majority and start earning for themselves is the day you can turn around, with your anus still stinging from the removal of large, rough skinned tropical fruit and give them, the CSA, the finger with a very hearty and loud salutation to go and take a right royal flying fuck and get the hell out of your life.

I have not had contact with CSA since 2006 and never will again. For those that are currently in the system, you have my sympathy.

On a closing note, for those scumbags not paying their maintenance, who make life difficult for the honest dads - you are low-lives, not even worthy of being pond scum. Pond scum floats on the surface, you are down on the bottom, among the duck shit and old tyres and tin cans.

I feel better now.

Peace.

PS: The term used throughout that article - "parent" - is trendo public service speak for "father", has anyone ever heard of a woman being done over by CSA?