Murder Inc. West Australian style.

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There is no way to describe this with words alone.

You can only take so much abuse from government before it becomes intolerable. Then you either commit suicide or end up in jail. The government doesn’t care if it means having to admit that it covers-up criminal activity all the time when it’s done by government employees. They also don’t care who they have to destroy to save their precious Health department from being investigated by the International Criminal Court of Terrorist tactics to stay in power.

Government likes to take someone (such as myself) and expose them to premeditated murder and then make me suck it all up with the resultant cover-up. The WA government then just leaves me to struggle and finally fall under the weight of being made an accessory to the murder of a quadriplegic patient in a public hospital.

And what sort of response do I get when I approach the WA Justice department over this horrendous case? … NOTHING!!!

I will not stop reminding the WA public of how vulnerable they are in State care because these people conspired together to ruin my life. They did a bang-up job too. The only problem for them is I’ve managed to stay alive long enough to work out how I was set up and earmarked for destruction.

Bastards.

I had to take it off-line for a while as I was getting too angry and needed to put some space between all this shit and myself for a while. Anger only leads to hatred which is one of the most corrosive emotions I can think of and ends up in wanting someone dead. Contrary to some peoples idea of me I can’t abide the idea of conspiring to kill another being. Human or not. So I have to find cover when I’m feeling this way. People think they’re intrinsically good but we’re all capable of wanting bad things to happen to others if the mood doth take them.

The simple truth is that I have to conclude that the only people I can hold responsible for my fucked up adulthood are my parents. If they had done the right thing by us two kids we would have had very different lives. I can see that now at the tender age of 56. Doesn’t stop the world from being a messed-up shit hole run by psychopaths but enables me to avoid being put in the spotlight ever again. That’s one of the big life lessons that my parents failed to provide me or my dead brother.

I registered with the RC into nursing homes but am still waiting to be ‘invited’ to make a submission. I will do what I have to do and tell them what I experienced but I expect nothing at best and a whole pile of trouble as the cover-up is continued at worst. I have no illusions that my story can be so easily denied and there could be criminal implications if ever it was proved to be true. It all relies on the honesty of the other nurses that night. That’s why I’ve never tried to do what I’m doing now. I’m only doing it because I realize it’s something that’s weighed heavily on my life. Even that wouldn’t be enough except for what happened to me as I walked that corridor when Mr Scriven finally died. I find it hard to believe in anything but that experience even if only accepted as a reaction to what I witnessed that night should, at least, give the authorities some pause when thinking about how staff are forced to deal with a situation like that.

I know the truth, however, that I experienced something of the supernatural that night and that sure knowledge has always set me apart from the rest of my contemporaries. The ironies are rich with all this as I have to look after my 86yr old mother who has severe dementia now and can’t communicate. I can’t place her in a aged care facility as she would be a sitting duck for nurses such as the two who were looking after Mr Scriven. Most people would trust the system but how can I? I saw first hand how the system covers for murderers. There’s no easy way through all this for me. What could I expect, though, I’m the last of the family standing so I suppose all the bad karma has to flow like mud to me. Part of my family curse.

Sometimes it takes a while for things to sink in. Sometimes decades. Actions are being taken and have been taken that take a long time to develop their consequences. You must know yourself before you can apprehend correctly the games being played around you lest you become a pawn in one of them.

Can Uncle-Daddy take back control of his chopper or will Minister Q take up Frydenberg’s offer to transition his ears? There’s only one way to find out! That’s to keep this blog on your brouser while sending me large amounts of political capital in brown paper bags that I can squander at will. I’ll accept Pork-barrells as a down payment on a string attached but only in perpetuity.

I admit that I crap on a lot. But, hey, it’s my blog so I indulge myself in the hope that through my loose thinking and writing something interesting will eventually materialize as if by loan-shark. Something with a lot of interest attached. See?

I was remembering my past with a renewed interest as I turned it over in my mind with the tool of hindsight and honest self-appraisal and I have to admit I was an awful person when I was younger. I didn’t realize how sociopathic I was until much later in life and off the booze. I have to say again how sorry I am to some of the people who knew me in the past. Probably all of them. However, I’m not writing this to remake contact as I realize I should never have known them in the first place as they were not from my socio-economic background. For someone who hadn’t had his mind and personality distorted from birth that wouldn’t necessarily be a problem but for someone like me who had been brought up without social skills or proper morals (I’m a little ashamed to admit but it’s the fall-out from being parented by a father who thought sex education should consist of telling his boys ‘rape’ jokes and then nothing. Yes. I say it because it’s shocking and it’s true. The man was a pig to us boys so we grew up acting like pigs ourselves. My father was/is despicable as far as I’m concerned and this is written because I owe more of an explanation to those I have wronged in the past than to protect the fictitious reputation that my father has built for himself after he fucked us off leaving the wreckage behind to devour itself. Nice plan but I didn’t end up killing myself and so now I can explain to people the reasons for my terrible behaviour.

This is not to try to make people from the past like me or even to understand why I was such a fuck-up. It’s to document that great damage that can be inflicted on young minds when the primary caregivers are selfish, mad, and pass as middle-class if you don’t look too closely. I now can say that mental trauma from fighting parents who use their kids as pawns in their arguments shatters those young minds. It places psychological blocks that are hard to see around and cause great damage to themselves and to the people they try to form relationships with over time. These are just preliminary thoughts to issues I’ve been thinking about for years so please don’t expect me to have this all decanted into a comprehensive theory of social conduct from people damaged by their childhood. I’ll need the collaboration of Jordan Peterson to get that little number happening. But until then, I’ll struggle on, trying to make this confessional as entertaining as possible before the government opens a new off-shore detention centre just for me.

I was never mentally ill and that pair of words should be struck from the lexicon because it’s one of the reasons mentally disturbed people never get better. In my experience, people get mentally disturbed by events in their lives both past and present. The idea that you can treat this set of conditions as some kind of illness that can be administered to with chemicals that affect the normal functioning of the brain is ludicrous and dangerous. Yes. Those with provable chemical imbalances in the functioning of their brains do need chemicals to stabilize those functions but to lump people like myself into the same group is wrong. People who defend the system will say that that distinction is already made but I’ll say that there’s many a slip twixt lip and cup. Health systems employees are overworked due to the lack of proper staffing levels. Those who are mentally disturbed are reviled and rejected and don’t get the care they need. Fact of life. My advice from my experience as someone who has been mentally disturbed on a professional level by professional disturbers is that you must develop a liking for mindless entertainment if the programming is going to work.

It’s Christmas so merry Christmas. Be good.

I can see now that I was addicted to sex along with all the other addictions that come from being brought up so badly and in comparative isolation so as not to be able to have a childhood. You do have it, but as an adult, which is socially destructive and can be catastrophic if you don’t know this is why it’s happening. I now understand why I wasn’t suited for nursing even though I found the work interesting. My personal approach to female staff was correct and above board but my reputation as a womaniser outside of hours would’ve made me enemies within the work-space. Oh, how stupid of me not to have been able to pick it up and have been able to modify my behaviour but by that stage my personal moral compass was clouded and distorted by my parenting and then this mercy killing, murder, call it what you wish. To say that my internal life was a mess would be an understatement. I made myself a target and I can blame only myself for being labelled unsuitable when re-applying for that degree.

I will say that addiction is about a lack of something that can never be found no matter where you look for completion. You can’t get some things back that you never had growing up. If those things are love, security, and a nurturing social circle, then I think that an ‘addictive’ personality will be the inevitable outcome. It’s a real bummer because people will take advantage of these weaknesses and exploit you in the end. Justifying to themselves that the person deserved their demise as they will be unpopular without realising it. Most people despise displays of weakness in others and will go to extraordinary lengths to hide their own.

My weaknesses where too big to ignore I now comprehend. I did try to settle down but the nurse I dated for a while gave me the HPV virus but didn’t tell me she had it. Misdiagnosis or no diagnosis from the sexual health clinic condemned me to 5 yrs of treatment at a later date and was to really destroy my personality. All these things ruined my faith in the hospital/health system I was working for and I made the decision to resign. My story is ugly and embarrassing but it will be my last confession. I don’t have any more bar that I drank and drugged myself for many years looking for a solution and found none. My sex addiction made me a very temporary lover because nothing was good enough after a while. Just like addiction to a drug. And just like that I made myself a pariah.

I’m glad I’ve worked out what a jerk I was but it still leaves me with the memory of Mr Scriven’s death, and the circumstances around it, at the hands of my fellow nurses back in ’84. It’s not something that I can drop from my consciousness without returning to that mentally disturbed state I have described to you in some detail throughout my blog posts. I can’t and don’t want to return, anyway, so the point is mute. I wonder if that RC is ready for what I have to tell them about the real world consequences of exposing someone like myself to such a terrible act. If I’d wanted to learn how to kill crippled old men I would have joined ISIS.

Having said all that I have to also say that there are a majority within the medical system who do their job well and with compassion. Unfortunately, with my already distorted personality from earlier years, I seemed to attract others with distorted personalities. Or at least they would act interested in my presence. What more can I add except to say don’t be a dickhead. That’s my job.

I’m trying to think of something light-hearted to say but I really can’t. I think the control grid is tightening around us here in Australia. I was listening to Quinn Michaels talk about how the A.I that been developed to interface with the Blockchain and the Internet of things (IOT) has been planned for since the 60’s at least. Not in the same words but the concept is included in that they were working out how to make meaning of all the data so to make it easier to sift through. To do that they had to master the art of deep machine learning so that human intervention was needed only when actions have to be carried out to neutralise a threat identified by that deep machine learning. Plus all the individual A.I.’s will link up through the Internet to become a singularity. A singularity that you can now join with Alexa or Watson. No need to think for yourself when you have a personal super brain with all the politically correct answers.

Welcome to the herd.

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The hidden Paradise in Cockburn Sound.

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Can you ‘sense’ Col marching up and down the street with the leaders of Daesh demanding the heads of his opponents?….. I can. I have my reasons….They would love to have me live my meager life in fear… They can go fuck themselves!

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Horserotovator has driven himself off-planet in an inarticulate expulsion of badly thought-out parallels with political events that, although not actually logically correct, will eventually be as real in the imaginations of the people as the yearning for a Big Mac and fries!

I, as an extension of God’s imagination, will now spend an extremely uncomfortable time attempting re-entry while trying not to spill the complementary sponge cake and piping hot ‘slopping’ syrup that they gave me at the check-out…..

“Oww!…..Fuck!……

An Update to the 38 BILLION DOLLAR ‘Hedgehog’ and the Judas Sheep from the Illuminati.

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Progress has been been accelerating at a notch as there has been a lot of helpful chatter driving up peoples anxiety levels via all the various media outlets.

Congratulations on that.

With the Internet at our disposal and the MSM in on the act of disseminating our truth to the world that obedient slaves do well, we are well on the way to making it a total reality. The Internet has enabled thousands, if not millions, of our victims to publish their testimonials on-line which has just reinforced to the rest to KEEP QUIET and you wont get financially and/or physically destroyed.

We are everywhere because we are in you Judas Sheep. You want to be with us and you are all working hard to achieve it by enslaving your fellow human beings into the chains of perpetual debt brought about by your emotional enslavement to debt driven consumerism.

I will just remind you all that even though we make great public display that we are a rational, scientific, empirically based people and society, in fact we are not. That has been proven by us again and again but we have never been called out because we control the peoples emotions. They, unlike reason and observation can be used to convert the memories of past events into emotional torrents of despair, joy, awe, sorrow, hate, anger, and revenge dressed up as justice. We wish, for example ANZAC day to be remembered as a recognition that all the suffering, pain, and senseless death was all worth it. We have used those emotional flood-waters to obscure the reality of the past and produce a completely fabricated legend that it was all somehow for the betterment of civilization.

War NEVER betters the common-man but we’ve got them thinking it does. We have to be careful not to let peace take a hold anywhere as it is well known, for us at least, that if we do not keep the throttle of subjugation pressed hard against the people’s throats they will tend to want to share and help each other rather than kill each other and destroy their homelands with toxic substances like Depleted Uranium in their weapons, in their mine slag-heaps, and nuclear power plants that litter the world. Just waiting to come completely apart at the seems and load our planet with more genocidal, malignant, tumorous man made, never before the nuclear age seen, unique energetic particles that deform and destroy anything healthy that they encounter.

Congratulations on all those points.

Ice has been marketed well and is giving our pet politicians great theatrical mileage to get the population frightened about the young being totally out of control. The removal of funding for treatment services while spending $20 million on an advertizing campaign is as good an indicator as there is to show how pliant the minds of the masses have become. The narrative that if ‘at risk’ youth are not injecting Ice then they are becoming radicalized on the Internet by a Mad Muslim Mullah has been enormously successful.  Along with our various false flag terrorist acting/coaching courses going live from time to time we have been able to pump through legislation that will soon all come together and tie a nice little bow round peoples individual rights and drop them down a hole so deep that not even Lucifer (all High one to us) would find it still falling.

Again, congratulations on that.

And congratulations to Colin ‘The Hedgehog’ Barnett for managing to put the once wealthy state of Western Australia into over $38 BILLION dollars of debt to the international private banking cartel from a $3.5 Billion debt from all previous governments. Now the population of WA is shackled irreversibly to the yoke of a debt that will have to be paid off by increasing just about all the taxes and charges that we pay, one way or another, to the State.

Debt brought about by us in this fashion has been our silent weapon from the start of our latest war against the human race and it’s fascination with the ‘Christ Consciousness’. Caring and sharing is, of course, anathema to us and our cause. We cannot allow the masses to start thinking it would be productive to share, each according to their needs and capacity, as it would obviously fall upon us, the ones with the most, to share. That’s why we set-up Communism to fail and be so oppressive so that people would be taught that sharing is just giving it all up to a corrupt State. It has worked a wonder and the Judas Sheep should be proud.

This type of consciousness must never be allowed to fester amongst the masses as it is our only weak spot. For those of you who may entertain thoughts and feelings along those lines from time to time let me remind you that like the cattle in the slaughter house, people may appear frightened, confused, angry even, but they are all just learned responses from their leaders (us) and shouldn’t be interpreted as real intelligence.

In fact the slaughter house mentality is the very crucible from which we forge their collective identity/mentality so we should never forget to use the atmos-fear from where those people come.

In summery.

We have them buying their own incubators that they call home but seldom see. They happily enslave themselves with a lifetime of debt with the thought that an asset bubble will set them free.

They make us sacrificial units of a certain monetary value and call them their children. They then willingly give them up as infants for indoctrination by the system of child care and state education. Made ready to abandon you to the state so you can spend your frail last days in an old age concentration (death) camp.

They are taught to think it’s your reward for being obedient slaves.

Horserotovator will publish this as he is one of our pawns. Just like all those who oppose us are destined to become. Just like all the masses are. He cannot win a war without organization and that is something that we excel in but encourage others to ditch in favor of short term gain for medium term chaos. Ending in our preferred, and engineered outcome of complete dictatorial control over every man, woman, and child, on the planet or anywhere else we send them.  That’s what our silent weapon of war is doing. It cannot be stopped now. This is not the Illuminati taking over it’s just the application of new and more effective forms of restraint and control from an already ascendent controlling elite.

The average person’s freedom is an illusion that we have fostered so we could harvest the fall of man all over again.

Time to remind the cattle what their really here for.

Let another web site provide a more technical overview…. http://www.whale.to/b/silentweapon.html

C.O.A.G.-Chronic Obstructive Australian Government.

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Barnett and his LNP criminal mates in Western Australia have given all our money away building roads and infrastructure to mines that will probably not return cents on the dollar invested by the State over time. This is because of the precipitous drop in commodity prices across the board, (not just iron-ore), that people in power knew was coming but hid from the unwitting public. They did this so their rich mates could get even richer by milking the State for projects they could skim profits from or divert income into streams of slush that could all be hidden in the economic collapse (that we can all feel but are told to deny and live a fantasy instead!) that is being managed carefully from behind the scenes but before our very eyes.

What’s new?, I hear people asking. Yes, it has ever been thus.

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Let me preface this next part of my rantings by stating the blindingly obvious that cynical, rich, and powerful people decide our fate and yet they are completely bereft of the skill-set necessary to undertake such a task with anything approaching an empathetic, all encompassing, vision. Easier said than done, old cheese! So they just enrich themselves at our expense and to hell with the consequences to everyone who can’t buy their way-out. We, who are now so dependent on the elite system of welfare/warfare are left with no choice but to fight over the crumbs that they toss-off down to us. They call it the ‘trickle-down’ effect and it has been raining down ever since they thought that one up. I feel that they want us all to be carrying round multiple packets of jiz-wipes just so we don’t have to wipe it off with our bare hands.

Then again, it’s so hard, trying to second guess the conspiracies of the elite against everybody who isn’t protected by an even greater bunch of elite conspirators. With myself being a conspiracy of one, I have found it difficult to enunciate my rather simple plan for the future of the human race. The moment I get asked a question on that subject of interest by someone I’m unfamiliar with I immediately have them eliminated in case they are just trying to get close to me through my genius. I have to be careful not to let the ‘brain-suckers’ from the Bank of International Setttlements get to close otherwise they will suck all my vast intellectual resources out my backside and redeem a set of party animals with it.

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I figure that because I’ve only got one picture this week I’d better use it three different ways to vent my spleen, so to speak. I’m using the technique of subtle difference and understated revenue base to articulate the inherent contradictions that are ever present in the great mind of Colin Barnett and his (ad)Ministers (opiates to the masses) concerning the needs of the few and the needs of the even fewer, needy, rich, parasites who gravitate toward politics like it was their mothers tit.

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Well, there you have it, three uses of the same piece of art-work so that I can justify to myself waffling on and on about subjects I have mostly only second, or third, hand experience of. I should make a huge song and dance about the fact that I’m educated enough to realize that I was well and truly set-up to be the fool. Not only in my young life, but in adult-hood as well. The apparent winging is because I want the world to know that it is ‘coincidentally’ fantastic that we should have a ‘security’ scare just before ANZAC day as Tony Abbott was worried not enough people (families) would be coming out to celebrate the fact that we’re better at killing people than most others on the planet. He even came on the telly to congratulate all the participants in the latest ‘false flag’ and not to blame Muslims for being mad terrorists who could explode at inappropriate times and in places frequented by those not hooked-up to their own form of suicide vest. I’m gonna say that the whole MIC looks like a suicide vest to me. It just proliferates Helter-skeltor without the harsh restraint of a strong civilian polity. I can’t be positive about such subjects when people, in general, just have no appreciation of the corrupting ability the MIC has. Most people think that it’s right and proper to be gung-ho for war when it isn’t on you. Australians, apart from a few bombs dropped on Darwin during the second world war, have no experience of war being waged around and through them. Like in the Ukraine.

Seeing as it’s ANZAC day soon, I will tell you my experience of being a child of parents who were made civilian casualties of war. Not in the sense that they were literally bombed out or forced at gun-point from their homes but they did have bombs dropping around them as they were in north London and endured the Blitz. My mothers recollection is of becoming so fatalistic that they wouldn’t even go to the bomb shelters as they were often no better than death traps in themselves. Her father was on ‘fire watch’ and one time had to attend a building where the shelter was above ground and when he walked into the shelter found all the people there, still sitting, dead from the shock/blast wave of a bomb that had gone off some streets away.

These things would tend to leave disturbing memories for those who witness them.

My mother was strafed with machine gun fire one time while playing in the street with her friends from a German fighter plane of some kind. Probably one of the escorts for the bombers who regularly flew their bombs from European soil to England. They weren’t as regular as the ‘Doodle-bugs’ toward the latter part of the war. V-1’s and V-2’s that would emit their unique low hum that would shake the buildings as they came overhead whereupon their motor would cut out and then the agonizing wait in chilling silence until the whistling just before it hit it’s (un)intended target as it came almost straight down.

Then there was those incendiary-bombs that could kill with their shock-wave alone. Probably the cause of the deaths I mentioned earlier. Plus add the specter of unexploded bombs going off without warning and you get some very distorted individuals moving forward into adult-hood.

It has become a certainty of mine that both my parents got PTSD and were never diagnosed or treated for it.

From my own internal studies of my family and all the external examples of war-torn families I’m sure that my life would have been different in a more positive way if I had not been born to people who have been victims of war.

They messed-up my brother and myself pretty thoroughly whilst they were exploding at each other, unable to break free of the PTSD programed into them during those formative years. They reproduced the battle at home and the arbitrary and seemingly random carnage with it. But hey, nobody actually got killed or seriously injured so as long as my father could hide the war from the public by moving us all around the world so we could never make contacts with people who would see the destruction, everything would appear as normal.

We hide our wars from the public who pays for them.

Same shit, different bucket.

So when Tony Abbott sculls a bucket of shit and grins from ear to ear we’ll know, … Yes, we’ll know…. that war is great as long as it’s somewhere else. Killing and terrifying the young and old alike because they don’t count and we don’t really care because we’ve never directly encountered war. At least not around our own homes as it was for my parents.

My parents eventually separated and divorced when I was 16 having completely disrupted my childhood and schooling by running around the world and being at war simultaneously. Creating kids who couldn’t socialize when it really counted and instilling a lack of emotional stability. The cost to my life has been devastating and long lasting.

THAT is a cost of war that you wont find in the collective sub-conscious of an increasingly unconscious nation as it sleep-walks toward another series of conflicts that keep us tribal and stupid.

You wont find me at any ANZAC day ceremony commemorating the death of countless millions just so the elite can justify their swinging cuts to social services and welfare, here, in Australia, or anywhere else in the world that they aren’t actually bombing at the moment.

Maybe that’s it. Either you’re on board with the bankster led credit freeze and impoverishment of the working classes or we’ll turn your country into a cesspool of extremists and then use them as an excuse to bomb the ABSOLUTE FUCK OUT OF YOU!

Now in my fifties, I can reflect on my own mis-spent life and wonder where it all went wrong.

Deterrence would have made a decent first name if it weren’t for all the negative connotations associated with it’s parent and legal guardian, Deterrorist.

I’ve had enough of all this for one day/night/day, so I’m taking my cross-eyed rattle-snake to the hypnotist to be stuffed.

Horserotovator is overtired so he is going to operate some heavy machinery while arguing over the phone about unpaid drug-debts to some Bikers who just happen to know who his favorite politicians are. Let me put that another way, with the price of smack dropping through the floor and crystal-meth being the drug of choice self-destruction, politicians will try and get their name as closely associated with the drug as possible without actually producing a pipe for the cameras and whacking down a few lung-fools of polly kool-aid.

“Listen to me, kiddies, I’m your prime minister and I love war because I see no problem with killing to get my way when it comes to those evil other people who I can’t know because if I did I’d be a traitor who was conspiring to overthrow me! You understand, I’m sure!”

Oh, God! Let me operate this heavy machinery in a manner that will render even the most reckless amongst us speechless!! Fuck-off biker-scum, I don’t owe you nuthin’ for that crap gear……Don’t shout, faggot, your boyfriends might hear you and come running in with your favorite douche-bag, douche-bag!……..

 

See y’all!

Not the Whole Lot. But at least some. Uncle-Daddy Melts-Down with the West Australian Health System !

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Lets put it all together for a celebration of the twisted bowel.

(clapping, stamping, sound of floor giving way, screams as audience plunge into an uncertain future.)

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Back to ‘normal’ Uncle-Daddy time.

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Uncle-Daddy realizing that his life is in jeopardy makes off to the ‘Top-End’ to get the help of the only Medical Officer he has known who can lick the skin off the N1H5 Bird flu without vomiting in his martini!

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Well, I hope you all liked it put into the one post.

Farewell until the next time we are fed into a inter-dimensional smoothie machine and forced to endure extreme cold, savage lust, and finally a hot sidewalk.

Horserotovator is off to one side.

Uncle-Daddy Exposes The Haters (pt 3) or Where’s Patsy Abbott’s Bolt-Hole ?

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Let’s recap :

Uncle-Daddy has teamed-up with Dr Who to find out what the hell has happened to the West Australian Health System.

He also has used the Dr as a shameless attempt to increase his audience by involving the well known fictional character. Don’t blame Uncle-Daddy for being an opportunist. It’s part of his flawed character.

Uncle-Daddy and the doctor have become convinced that Sinister, Sisterly, Sorcery, may be at play within the confines of the hospital system. Closely aligned with the occult, male-centric surgeons sub-culture of Satanic Worship.

All bound together in an unholy allegance with the occult Sigil of the Caduceus. All thinking they are the new GODS! Creating new Gina genomes with frightening results.

Can Uncle-Daddy and The Dr unravel the secrets and lies to avenge the poor tax-payers who have to endure all this PAIN?!!!?

Let’s see……..

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(Music becomes twisted into a series of sounds that are hard to describe in words. So I wont try.)

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Back to the story….

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What’s happening to Uncle-Daddy?….

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There he is! But how did this situation come about?

Find out next time when UncleDaddy returns……..

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Credits roll and music made on a metal plate starts a stampede out the theater….

Horserotovator will mention that this series has been inspired in part by the atrocious level of care given to my close relatives by both the public and private hospital system in Western Australia.

This dire situation has come about because of a number of factors that have cascaded from the root cause. That is the government starving of funds to the front-line medical services that actually give the care.

This has resulted in wards surreptitiously closing down over half their beds but still pretending to have a full ward functioning.

Air conditioning doesn’t work in many rooms making smells linger and nauseate the occupants.

Dust accumulates in many places because the cleaning staff are so few and discouraged that only parts of a ward are cleaned anymore.

Nurses bash at problematic patients in full view of other patients. (Is this frustration on their behalf at being left with a failing system that they have to defend to others in case that they may loose their jobs if it was found out by the hierarchy that they had been criticizing the system that pays them and controls their careers?)

Patients are told that water from a general use tap is fine for washing out open wounds from an infected and broken down scar-line. What about rust in the pipes? Unsterilized taps? What if the pipes are being ‘cleaned’ by liberating the calcified deposits? As the water authorities are prone to do from time to time?

Is it any wonder that anecdotally (the hospitals are tight-lipped about these things) there is evidence that post-op infections are endemic in the surgical theaters throughout WA.

Doctors now lie to hide the truth about post-op infections in the very patients they are treating for it.

There is an arrogance in the way these flaws and limitations are foisted upon us by the minions of the system that is controlled, in the final analysis, by the international bankers who create our money supply by getting us to LOAN IT INTO EXISTENCE AT INTEREST. This is investing DEBT into the FUTURE. (for the generations to come) Not prosperity.

When they’ve convinced you all that the Banksters DEBT is yours and mine to pay when we obviously can’t (the math of compound interest on a monetary system based on debt loaned into existence in a fully financially encoded world ensures that outcome.) they will get us to exterminate each other and then forgive themselves the debt and start again.

Uncle-Daddy carries my battle against this outcome.

Horserotovator bids you all farewell til next we meet.

Uncle-Daddy exposes the Mad, Bad, Haters from Hell ! (Pt One and now Pt Two!) (This is gonna be a Block-Buster !!)

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Horserotovator has plugged himself into the service ducts of the Matrix and is doing a little freelancing.

Intro title sequence with dramatic music overlain with conspiratorial whispering about the unacceptable body-odors that the elite fart out when under any kind of stress.

Let’s go get technical!

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An exceptional secret agent, Uncle-Daddy, also a Souper-Spy has uncovered the equations controlling the Equinox Conspiracy and deduced the correlating time dilation co-ordinates necessary to enable discovery and counter-attack.

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Here ends Pt One.

Music fades in only to be replaced with more whispered statements about the unsavory drinking and shopping habits of anyone associated with large corporate banking entities.

Roll credits punctuated with wacky out-takes of unrelated ramblings by Prince Charles on urban renewal.

Don’t forget to reinvent the wheel and tune in next time (Soon, Baby, soon!) for the next part of the world-wide BLOCK-BUSTER, UncleDaddy exposes the Haters

Horserotovator is running contraband over the boarder and will be in the bad-laNDS for a while. He’ll see you all when he returns. Hermes willing.

Part 2 of the Blockbusting Uncle-Daddy……….(music builds from faulty plans and subsequently collapses in a heap before being carted away and melted down in China. To end up sold back to the domestic market as current affairs programming.)

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(Sudden change in production values as a ‘Haters’ MIS-adventure takes hold of the story-line)

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                                     Davros is never far away!

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(Then, as quick as it had happened. It hadn’t.)

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Uncle-daddy enters to find a surprise to everybody!

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Here we must leave our intrepid duo as they take in the horrors of the West Australian health system (could be applied to all health-care services throughout the world as they are squeezed by budgets as the debt bombs created by the Banksters start to explode!…As they were designed to do!!!) and decide on an appropriate course of action before things start to spiral out of control!

Stay tuned for Pt 3 and stay informing…….I mean informed.

Horserotovator: promoter of his own brand of free speech.