This is my last blog.


I will not be posting again in any media as I have come to the realization that the truth has been forever buried under an avalanche of mis/dis-information.

When you have talking heads on the ABC’s Drum advocating for nuclear power in Australia and not one other panelist makes any counter-factual argument against such a notion you know it’s all over for truth and balance in media. I know why there is no counter-argument. It’s because according to the governments of the ‘nuclear club’ nuclear power is safe. Japan for instance officially state that ‘no one has died as a result of the meltdowns at Fukushima’. This blanket denial is then used as the benchmark of truth about the matter and all contrary arguments are shut-down.

Media like the ABC just tow the government line when it comes to extinction events.

The lies just pour out of the mouths of just about everybody who is part of the weapon of mass distraction industry these days pushing any truth to the margins of the media landscape.

Or it’s just empty, vacuous rubbish made to diminish your mind.

Nothing is getting any better for the majority. Only the minority. The gap get’s wider every day.

Bucky gets his grain port. Polly’s get to squawk, “Legitimate Expenses! Leave Polly alone!” James Price Point still gets flattened. The Aborigines are still left exposed.

So I’m sick of trying to write about all the conspiracies that exist. There all in plain view now yet they can be ignored on a whim by their participants. Exploitation of a developing underclass is what it’s all about now and the march is breaking into a jog that will then become a sprint to a form of economic and psychic slavery most people just have no comprehension of.

But I do and that is why I’m not going to blog anymore.

Just try to enjoy what’s left of the planet before it fucks-up completely.

Before we all end up in shackles working in the great pyramid, at the bottom near the toilets.

Or maybe in the toilet with the assholes.

It’s all a matter of semantics really. Your name could be put on the wrong list by mistake and lo, you find yourself in a cattle car with a rifle butt up your ass or in a shot-gun shack sitting right next to a professional and highly successful freak. And what’s the difference? Some may unkindly say, ‘Same shit different bucket.’ Yes, one bucket being highly successful and highly paid and the other just being a bucket for shit.

It’s all been said better by people with greater knowledge but still no answers. So why would I think I could have the answers? It’s a foolhardy proposition coming from someone who has responded to the call of life with every wrong answer so far imagined. There’s still time, however, for even more bizarre answers to be developed into something deformed and demented as my final blog tortures itself to a conclusion of sorts…..

People are sheeple and like frogs being slowly brought to the boil, have no idea of what is happening to their freedoms. They’re gone through our own devices. These devices in fact. Now, when the latest outrage is reported or witnessed, a large number of us are almost as one to the keyboard in condemnation of it. But then what happens? Not much. We are a spent force having poured all our outrage into cyberspace where it is lost amongst all the other outrages big, small, and inseconsequential.

TPTB have the game rigged up to the end. I guess that’s why they let as have our moment of interconnectedness. Just so they could slice and dice us even more effectively with their silent weapons.

Robots, spiders, Al Gores Rhythm. We all like, friend, share. Like, friend, share.

They win. We loose.

P.S. I also realize that my early life experience has been so traumatizing for me that my personality is flawed and thus my thoughts will always betray a darkness that renders me anti-social. Hardly the sort of person to be giving out any kind of advice. Hardly the sort of person most anyone would like to be around. Especially a sheeple. Or maybe that should be sheepson. No matter, as long as I’ve managed to offend someone reading this, I’m going to be happy for a moment. Then I’ll get miserable again and feel even more persecuted by those fucking space aliens that keep on abducting me and carrying out the most invasive anal surgery I’ve ever had to witness being performed on some poor sod I got drunk at the pub and gave to them as a joke. At first.

Then I got really serious and formed a committee from my multiple personalities that would investigate the possibility of getting some anal surgery for Tony Abbott but then realized that he probably already had an anal surgeon on 24hr call anyway. Just in case the Indonesians get a bit rough in the diplomatic boudoir over a sheeple shuffler. Rustling the worlds desperate hopefuls to the possibility of a better outcome.

Forget it, mother, you just but human cattle to be herded into filthy, unsanitary, and unsafe holding facilities until you are insane and ready to be released into a community somewhere else other than Australia. It’s just what happens when you take a risk in this incalculably cruel world. Dead at sea. Dead in cells. Dead inside. But it’s not going to change by my hand. I’m not prepared to give up my place for a foreigner because that’s how it feels. More of you, less for me. Is this the creed of greed or is it the crimes of governments and corporations that make us feel so vulnerable to those who are even more vulnerable to having their lives utterly destroyed?

Or is it just the truth?

Just shows how fucked-up everything is. No one has a chance unless they’re on the right list. Born into the right place and right family is another. Damn those happy, well adjusted people. They make so angry because of my pathetic jealousy of their apparently perfect lives. I realize this is an extreme generalization as rich people get sick or are born with disabilities as well, and I’m not always angry but ……… Ah, bullshit, yes I am. Permanently angry, pissed off and generally bitter about everything, but hey, I get generalizations hurled at me from the politicians and experts, etc all the time, so they can have it back in spades for a change.

Now that’s out in the open it might be the right time to negotiate the terms of Mr Bostick’s surrender from the parliamentary play pen and the amount of time he be placed in the naughty corner. Till nap time? Obviously all his money should be sent directly to me via Julian Assange’s offshore banking facility. In the Cayman’s, I think. Any other assets can be signed over to my charitable foundation that has tax exempt status but doesn’t actually do any charity work, except for me. No one else, right. Sheeple without assets will be herded (Shoved with cattle prods or Tazers depending on what species you have been allotted to) onto live sheeple carriers for a sea voyage (another one) and into the holding pens with the illegal immigrants and our bewildered (Terrified?) sheep. Who would know in the dusty back streets of a shanty town outside of Caligula’s home? Or Naru, or Manus?

Oh, what a beautiful world we live in. Beautiful people everywhere, looking for victims.

My words are final and what I forget to write now shall forever hold it’s piece. (Didn’t say I wouldn’t update it though, did I?) It will, of course, by the very nature of being forgotten until after the blog has been finalized, be of such wisdom and clarity that tears of sublime indifference to the worlds suffering will well-up and form fountains of acid rain that will eat my face back to infancy. You got all that?

Then Bosticks surrender to his basic instincts is complete. He’s a card, that guy. Ain’t he? He must be such fun to be with at a Yacht Rock Party (Newest name for a Young Liberals fund raiser, no doubt). Where he and The Emperor can elicit laughter from the crowd as they explains how the extra $20 Billion of state debt the Liberals/Nationals have added since being in power ended up in corporations pockets, super schemes and trust (me, I’m a politician) funds for their parents.

Look, you can have it all. The money, the fun, the drinking and whatever. I tried briefly but sometimes you can’t always get what you want. But don’t think this is just sour grapes. I’m just not that interested anymore. Enjoy your fun. Eat, drink, fuck. All at once, if you like.

My puerile attempts at humor only make parting from this format all that easier. Everything I write seems hollow to me. Without any meaning beyond the words. There doesn’t seem to be any traction to the world and what I am thinking at any particular time. It’s a madness I guess from all the kool-aid I’ve had to watch other people quaff down in such quantities that I had to throw up for them.


The talking heads on live to air broadcasts have got the jump on a population with an attention span so short it could only be attributed to 21st century human. The major news and current affairs have given themselves ‘street cred’ by invading the blogosphere with shills and paid lackeys to push their agenda on climate change, the destruction of our environment in pursuit of short term profit. Globalization. The rape of the environment for profit. The wars that have destroyed large parts of the Middle East and destabilized the rest. Depleted Uranium munitions. Animal cruelty disguised as commerce in the live cattle export industry. The poisoning of the whole Pacific ocean by the continued and unabated run-off of radio-nucleotides from the destroyed reactors at Fukushima. The frightening increase in children around the area of the reactors fall-out zone developing thyroid conditions that are leading to cancer. Among many other problems that the authorities are refusing to admit to concerning the reactors ongoing fall-out, down, up, through, and away.

Yes, I know that we get a lot of reasoned op-ed pieces in the mass media about some of these problems but the mis/dis reporting is criminal.

Didn’t the TEPCO manager at Fukushima recently die of throat cancer? Oh, that’s right, it was totally unrelated to his exposure to the core meltdowns at Fuku. And what of the 1st responders? Just like the 1st responders at the twin towers they are hidden and then forgotten. Wont happen here, right?

The banks who have watched over this entire train wreck are to blame for it. Make no mistake here. It is their commodity of money and credit creation schemes developed within the monopoly framework of an international financial cartel that has taken over the world’s financial systems (almost) and have enabled a certain few elites to game this system so effectively that most of us only catch glimpses of how deep the deception goes.

Libor is THE elephant in any financial space yet it has barely caused a ripple in the wider world.

I owe, I owe, So it’s off to work I go. Is about as deep as most people are prepared to go in admitting there is a conspiracy deeply ingrained and all persuasive throughout society that makes it OK to believe that some should have all the advantages of family wealth and privilege while the rest of us are left to fend for ourselves as we act as the batteries in their Matrix.

That’s it. It’s all over for me and blogging. I wont be missed. I never published much anyway. Too depressing.

Live sheep, cattle, politicians and their cruelty.


Good for those animal rights activists who harnessed themselves, by thumb locking, onto the trucks bringing the live animals into Fremantle Port.

Good on them for getting onto one of the ships of death and being solid with animals that will be disgorged into a terrifying future of torture and death somewhere in the Middle East.

I applaud their actions under the trucks as they were entering the Port. It takes guts,  principle, and commitment to do that when they are regularly assaulted and threatened with death by the authorities that protect this vile and evil trade. What sort of principle drives the cocky or trucker that raise and then transport these animals in the first place? It would seem that to cause the sickening and disgusting problem of the live animal trade is easy when you are developed from birth with a moral/ethical compass that only has money as its lode stone.

Suffering and death is met with callous disregard by these people. Just listen to the spokespeople employed to spin for the companies and people involved. Compassion seems to be a meaningless concept when considering the animals welfare when set against the notion of easy money. They can pretend to exclude themselves from the barbarous end that these animals have to endure.

I have seen the reports that the culling has restarted in Pakistan for the thousands of sheep that have become unacceptable for reasons of political and personal hatred of this country.

Australia’s politicians lie to us that their are other reasons for this travesty of an inspection and rejection regime but their words are empty of meaning or integrity as they try to justify acts of wanton cruelty. Why don’t they just admit that they are cruel, nasty perverted people who get off on watching other creatures suffer while they die.

You may think that I am going too far in my condemnation of the people responsible for this trade. Indeed, I find that these words are shocking to me as well. But it is the logical outcome that as the viciousness of this crime against the animal kingdom becomes abundantly clear then the language used to describe it will reflect that viciousness.

How many people out there can listen to the sounds of lowering animals as they are transported to the abattoir, do nothing, and not be affected to the point of suffering the loss of their connection to humanity?

I can’t. I have been around when the truck that takes unwanted horses off to become pet food, and whatever else can be rendered from their bones, and I sent them away without the horses. That night I sent them away but they came back on another night I wasn’t there. I knew they were coming again and I knew that they would eventually get what they wanted, even from me. So I packed what little I had and left the countryside realising we are a doomed race. Doomed because we are killers born with the power of intellect to merchandise slaughter. We have made it another wholesale product with a meaning and consequence that is couched in language that sanitises killing by referring to it as a mechanical process.

I feel the pain of our dilemmas and I absorb the guilt for feeding my own pets on the meat drawn from these animal husbandry practices. I realise that we cannot escape the harsh realities that surround our food production chains but I will never condone the live animal trade to overseas. If we cannot kill them here (where the people I have described above can attach themselves to those cattle trucks and speak up for these creatures with such ferocity that we feel the power of their resistance to the cruelty) then we cannot be allowed to outsource the killing elsewhere where that resistance cannot be felt.

For that I humbly tip my hat to those activists who risk their lives to draw attention to the disgusting practices that rich Australians carry out in order to remain rolling in the filthy lucre that stains their souls and twists their minds into believing that what they do carries no consequence beyond there bankster account.

Horserotovator, Saturday, October 20th 2012

The live Sheep and Cattle trade must be stopped NOW!!!


It is a disgusting and sickening trade in the prolonged suffering and death of animals that perverts the minds of the people involved to the point that I cannot recognise them as human beings. You see, for me, compassion for the other inhabitants of this Earth is fundamental to our civilisation. Without it we are just robots who cannot love life and are therefore destined to destroy ourselves in a frenzy of orgiastic self interest. I get utterly contemptuous of the spokespeople who come out and defend this immoral, unethical, and downright evil activity on the grounds that it makes some people rich, keeps others employed, and provides taxes to the government.

They talk and walk in a fashion that makes me want to make them as the animals that they pay such scant regard for. I want them to feel the terror as the club, knife, or blade of a front end loader comes to slaughter them. Then I want them back to where they were before so they can explain to ME how they justify putting any creature to death that way.

There is no excuse for this type of treatment of livestock and even the designation ‘live-stock’ devalues the fact that these animals can feel pain and experience fear. To deny that there is a reality of pain and suffering for these animals is the same as me declaring that the human race has run its course and is now ready for destruction. Maybe it is but I’m not going to declare it. I’ll leave those sorts of dire predictions for your entrails to discern.

We do not need to eat much meat to live. I am what is called a demi-vegetarian in that I don’t eat red meat and haven’t since I was 17yrs old. I’m 50 now and in pretty good shape. Running my business involves a lot of physical labour. I probably do more physical labour in a week that most of the keyboard jockeys on the net would get in a year so the notion that we need meat to function properly is just a LOAD OF FUCKING GREAT LIES put about by the SCUM-SUCKING ELITE who want to see us all destroyed by our rabid meat-aholic attitudes that have been instilled in us to continue the perverted tradition of convincing us that we are nothing more than brutes who can only function by taking LIFE AWAY in increasingly barbaric ways.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLES in the cattle industry for being such vile hypocrites, pretending that you give a rats ass about the welfare of the animals you crush onto live animal carriers and send to be tortured and die by mutilation, suffocation, frenzied stabbing attacks, and dismemberment while still alive.

The cattle ranchers know full well that the people taking these animals consider them an avatar of the Australians that they HATE so much because of what and who we are. And who can deny their logic after all the death and destruction that we have inflicted on them and their lands all in the name of liberty. These are not sophisticated people, they are too poor. All they know is that they live in poverty while we look like we live in paradise. Of course this is not the reality of our existence but the conniving governments of the world love to promote this us and them approach to international relations so that they will always be allowed to negotiate on our behalf but only for their benefit.

Can’t stand to hear the truth of our existence? Too fucking bad, dudes!

Horserotovator has had a gut-full of the elite and has sent out the word to his brother and sisters on the range. Let’s see how smug you all are in the certainty of your own ascendency to GODHEAD when the horses start to bolt.

7th October, 2012.