06:54 AM - A Throwaway Life (All Comments Answered)
Category: Life

When I was a kid, mum used to make her cups of tea and coffee from an old fashioned ceramic and Bakelite Sunbeam electric jug. Our toast came out of this tiny beaten up toaster that you had to open while cooking to turn the toast over.

We had these two appliance for all of my childhood. Every now and then the element would "blow" on the jug so it was off to the appliance repair shop for a new element and a quick service. Eventually as I got older I learned how to replace the element in the jug myself. I felt it was prudent to learn as I was the one who would always put the jug on then wander off to do something before returning to find the jug boiled dry and the element springing wire out the top.


The toaster would stop working at least once a year so it was the toaster turn to be taken to the appliance shop for repairs and a new element inside that too.


It wasn't until I was a teenager that mum and dad splurged and bought a new "automatic" jug and a new "Automatic" toaster. It was magic to us. A jug that turned itself off and a toaster that popped up when BOTH sides of the toast was completed.







You all know my daughter is visiting the farm at the moment and we are having a grand old time. We have a minor issue though. Krystal took my camera out with her the other night and when it came home it no longer worked. I bought the camera for $100 dollars when we were on the move after leaving our house in Kingaroy to take photos of this new place to show my mum and dad before I moved in. So that was early May that I bought the camera. Three months ago. It was an Olympus 7.1 megapixel cam.


It is still under warranty but will take some months to repair. That is, if the warranty is honored. If they find the camera was dropped or was submerged in water then no warranty.

So Glen got out his camera. His camera was on my desk a couple of weeks before we moved while I was downloading photos. The phone rang and Glen rushed in to answer it, knocking his camera off my desk... Deader than my great great grandmother it was.

So Glen, knowing of my need for a camera, got his broken out this week and rang his insurance company where he pays extra for his camera insurance. He bought the camera just over twelve months ago for 299.00 on special. So he insured it for it's value of $350.00. His camera was a pentax 6.0  megapixel.




When he rang the insurance company he was told there is a 200 dollar excess on his claim and this is where we have the problem. He had already rang the repairer and was quoted 270.00 dollars for the repair. So in other words, if we do claim and wreck our no claim bonus we pay out 200 dollars of a 270 dollar repair.

The problem is simple. I bought my camera for 100 dollars three months ago. It is bigger and better than Glen's pentax camera by far.

So where is the sense in paying out 200 dollars and losing our no claim bonus with our insurance company or even paying the full 270.00 dollars for repair of the camera when we can replace the camera for 100 dollars?

Now I can see the sense that if my toaster breaks, it is much more economical to go and buy a new toaster for 20 dollars down at the supermarket. But for the life of me I can't see any sense in the whole camera issue. Why should we have to throw away a perfectly good camera instead of having it repaired.


How have we become such a throwaway society. A camera is a precious possession. it is something one would expect to last a quite lengthy time over years, not months.

How has it become more practical economically if I throw the camera away and buy a new one.

How much money am I putting into the Chinese central bank everytime I replace an appliance that has lasted me a period of months instead of years.

As a footnote to this.. Glen took his camera apart yesterday to see if he could fix it. He soon found the problem with a round plastic part of the lens which had a tiny tiny plastic cog broken. That tiny PLASTIC bit would cost us 270.00 to replace. *Shakes head in disgust*


What do you think? What effect does this "throwaway society" have on our incomes and lives?


So yeah there will be no hysterical pictures or vids of little Shayla riding the quad around with her big sister Krystal hanging precariously off the back end.


But it was very funny to watch.. damn I wished I had a camera....

03:24 PM - Devastated Now Open
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

It seems everytime I start to climb up the mountain in front of me, some asshole is there lying in wait with a foot out to trip me over.



I feel like the kid that proudly set about to build a tower of blocks, only to have the resident bully come galloping up and kick it over.



Where the neighbours "dobbed" me in to the "water police" for having an outside tap running for five minutes... well it seems the bastards around here are not just concerned with my water consumption.

This blog doesn't really need a thousad word essay of my rants and raves about everything that is wrong with our society and communities today... oh wait.. did I say


A picture tells a thousand words so instead of words I will post a copy of the letter that I recieved in the mailbox today.







Well a few things I guess... the first thing would be.. Why the heck didn't the "neighbour" come to me and ask me politely to keep my goats on my own property?

That is surreal to me.... I can't grasp why one would not have the common decency and respect to come to me direct and speak to me of their problem with my animals....


The next thing is about logistics. Ok so my goats might go jump the fence to go exploring every now and then. I live on a five acre bush property way out of town. The neighbouring property on one side has an empty house on it. I believe it is for sale and the owner lives over on the coast. The goats do jump over there and chomp their weeds occasionally until we catch them and chase them out.

It's empty... devoid of life.. just hanging around growing more weeds.....I have seen three hoomans step foot on it since we arrived here, The lawn mower man came on his ride on mower once and then the real estate came to show a man through the property on one other occasion... thats it... 3 people in two visits...hmmm

Now to the neighbour on the other side.. Once again its an empty property.. bar two horses...... the funny thing.. and I don't mean funny haha or even funny peculiar... I mean funny "ironic" is that those two horses often jump over to my property.. where i just shoo them back onto their own when I catch them... and thats only for their owners benefit cos really I couldn't care if they are on my property having a chomp........


My own goats might go over to visit the horses once a week when they slip through the fence but they are soon rounded up and bought back when one of us sees them...


So their you have it.... my nuisance goats... They go jump the fence into empty bush properties once or twice a week just to check out if the grass really is greener...






In a footnote to "The Letter"

I got a "phone Call" today from a very friendly chappy who informaed me that this place is now under contract and he is coming to "value" it for the purchasers......

It's sold.. the clock is now on countdown....

05:14 PM - Belladonna Baddass Visits The Farm
Category: MySpace

Do you know the feeling when you finish a blog and are just about to post it... then the electricity goes out and you lose it all...

no recovery because you were just to stupid to save... well it's a horrid feeling.

Do I rewrite the blog or scrap it completely and write a new one on a completely new subject?

In this case i rewrote the blog...

So here it is

Well it was an exciting time at the farm indeed. in a space of one week we witnessed the arrival of four new goats, Belladonna and her adorable rugrats and Murphy.

i was reading the paper last week when i saw an advertisement of goats for sale. So I went out and added to my herd. I already had Midnight my adorable smelly billy goat and his wives Snowy, Curly and Dot.. The ladies are all angora cross goats and are all pregnant and ready to drop their kids any day now. snowy is Queen goat and leads the others into trouble all the time.

don't ever say Goats are dumb.. they know the blue bucket is their feed bucket and they ignore me when i bring the red water buckets down. They only had to see me get the feed from the feedshed once before I found them in the shed an hour later happily munching away on a weeks supply of grain...and they love getting into my orchard. They have worked it out really well and igured if they get under the fence into the neighbours paddock in one spot, then wander up a bit, they can get back under the fence and now be in the orchard... all my little fruits are bitten off up to about 7 foot up the trees. I love watcing them getting the ants out of the ant mounds. We have huge ant mounds about a metre tall and the goats climb up them and dance down them again, really tearing the mound up as they dance down.. this exposes the yummy juicy ants for the goats to dine on. One goat dances and they all dine out.

Feedtime is fun.. the minute they see the blue buckets, i have a herd of horny goats running full boar at me in frantic starvation.... geez *rolls eyes and peers at dirty minded readers* I meant the horns that grow from the heads :)

I try and get the feed out while I dance around trying to avoid getting stabbed by a horn on the way through.


So that was my herd, when i rang the lady up who owned the goats in the paper, I odered three little girl Boer Goat does. They are too young to mate yet so midnight has to behave himself for a few more months. The new girls are called *Dora* (black and white) because she is an explorer, *Toffee* (toffee and white) her name needs no explanation and *snickers* who is a brown, tan and white goat who looks like she has been dipped in a vat of chocolate.. hence why she is a snickers bar.

The lady offered me a little boy whether goat. He has had his bits snipped off and no one wanted him. she wanted him to go to a farm where he wouldn't end up as dinner. perfect for us. brodie has himself a little pink goat. He called it Glen of course.. what else would brodie call something... after all his rooster is called Brodie glen.. what can i say.. the boy loves his name .. I don't know what Glen snr thinks of having a deballed pink goat as his namesake...Glen is a pink colour because he is  a sanaan cross goat which gives him the pink tinge


The new goats are skittish, the people who owned them didn't interact much with the goats at all... unlike here at the farm where everything is "pets".


When the girls have their kids i will start milking them... goats milk is excellent for asthma which my kids get so slowly I will replace their cows milk with goats milk.. I think i will even attempt to make cheese and yoghurt out of the milk products too...

Then there was the farms first real visitors...mum and dad don't count because they are family lol

I drove down to Brisbane to pick belladonna up from her daughters place and actually made it in one piece. I couldn't remember the last time I had been out driving by myself without at least one of my children attached to the back seat so i really enjoyed the drive. The only thing that was missing was my mp3 player blaring out Nickelback for me to sing along too.

The first thing that struck me about Belladonna when I met her was how her pictures don't do her justice. She is so pretty. The second thing that struck me was she was just about as tiny as me. The third thing that struck me was our shared sense of wicked insane humour. Then I struck her, with the boot lid of the car, being my normal clumsy self and trying to stuff belladonna in with the luggage. Dang ..beating my guests up before we even get to the farm.

When we arrived at the farm my tribe piled out of the house and excitedly lined up to greet the visitors and from that minute on it was madness. 7 rambunctous noisy children and one adorable loving Zach.


Bella's kids are sweethearts.. Zach is so special.. I don't think anyone could meet Zach and go away from the experience without a little burst of happiness in their hearts... Zach is everything magic and worthwhile about this world. Kody is a sweet little man.. many a time he had me grinning at his "grown up" outlook and mannerisms and serious way of looking at life. Then there was my future son in law, Cailean.... As soon as Shayla feasted her eyes on him, she decided she was marrying him...... what can i say, she likes older men.. so Bella and I spent our first night organizing the future dowry.. we settled it down to five goats, three turkeys, two ducks, six laying hens and a rooster.


I took Bella to the local pub while she was here and introduced her to the locals... her comment to me when we got back in the car... "I came all this way for you to introduce me to a dude that wears his ponytail on the front of his head". This cracked us up as one of my mates Guy is a real aussie character. He is very buddha-esque with a huge belly and a wild mane of curly black hair... which just happened to be tied up in a ponytail at the top front of his head....I told her it wasn't so bad.. at least he didn't come out and greet us wearing his usual purple sarong skirt....trust me..it's scary...


I think we both would have liked to spend longer at the pub but I was driving and we were a tad worried about leaving Glen at home with extended tribe.


We spent the whole time laughing and talking.. I have never gotten along so well with someone .. it was amazing, she finished my sentences and vice versa and was usually thinking the same wicked things I was thinking.. when i was creating the honeymoon blog pictures she was with me all the way and actually "got" where I was going with it...we have similar personalities and thoughts on various subjects...we had a ball of a time and my sides are still sore from laughing constantly.


It rained while they were here and we don't have a vehicle that can take everyone so we spent most of the time here at the farm.. a tad boring for the kids but great for us...The kids still enjoyed themselves wandering around the farm and visiting the animals in all the slosh.

Belladonna witnessed Murphy coming to visit when Glen didn't get paid last week because the government says he still owns a house that he never owned..*rolls eyes* and then again when i went and ordered my usual order of southern friend chicken drumsticks and got wings instead....


The visit was over all too quickly.. I'd love to have Bella move back to Queensland so we could visit more often... when i got back from dropping her off down in Brisbane the house seemed so empty.. even with all my kids still here.. The best thing about Bella is how real she is.. what you see is what you get. no fakeness or falseness and that is why I think we got along so well.. we are both straight up front people.. we just have insane senses of humour.....

So my first ever Myspace meeting went fantastically well..... I miss them all so much and can't wait to do it all again... I think I will introduce her to Mitch next time she comes up .. when he is rolling drunk and running aorund in his leopard skin undies..... haha Bella .. you thought Guy was bizzare

Yesterday morning I woke up and it was pouring rain outside. This distressed me greatly.




I now have three and a half turkeys in amongst my menagerie. Terrance and his two lovely wives, Thelma and Louise and little baby turkey Theresa.

In my "pen" I have two shelters from the rain for the animals but the problem was my turkeys wouldn't fit under it. I need to have them protected from the elements.

Now Glen is better, much better (blog coming) but he is still not in shape to be hauling roof sheeting around and banging nails in so I decided to create a special project and to build the Turkey shelter myself with some help from my junior apprentices.


Only one problem there, I have never really "built" anything in my life and the only time I have really banged nails in is to put picture hooks up on my walls to hang paintings on. Hmm big project indeed.

I wandered up to the "bits" shed to see what materials were lying around that I could use on my mission and found some nice planks and support poles along with enough roof sheeting for the roof and side.

So with everyone looking on rather curiously (especially the goats) I started gathering my bits and pieces and dragging them down to stack outside the workshop.



I then spent half an hour arranging the bits where I wanted them and finally I was ready to begin. Glen passed me the hammer and nails out with a funny look on his face as he peered at my assembled pieces. He decided to watch as I started to join my bits together. So with an audience of one Earlydog, Five Children, One husband and four goats, I set about my task.

I asked Glen to hold a couple of bits while i nailed it together and he still had this rather weird look on his face. I shrugged and kept working. Finally I had two bits of frame completed.

Glen still had the weird look on his face as he walked back inside to finish what he had been doing and I then enlisted the children to help me carry my newly assembled frame down to the chicken coop. We all marched down the yard with our "Bits" to the surprise of my curious critters who didn't know what the heck was going on.

The kids held my two bits up which they sooned realized were the sides of my new frame, as I hammered in the cross supports. Halfway through doing this my son turned to me and said.. ahhhh now i see what your doing mum, it looks great and you had to build it in here because we wouldn't have got it through the door otherwise. Yes Sometimes my son has my logic... sometimes.....

To my credit I only hammered one of my fingers once during the whole exercise and it wasn't long before I stood back and surveyed my work. At this point the children bought me down the roof sheeting from the "bits" shed which i sooned banged up in place on the top and back of the shelter as a wind break.

Then we moved the shelter over to utilize the temporary wind breaks I had already put in the pen for the animals.


We all stood back and admired the new shelter. Terrance was first to investigate his new shelter. He stood under it looking quite pleased. I had made the cross beams so that the chickens would be able to roost on them at night with plenty of room for the turkey family to sleep out of the elements.


Of course as I was building the pen it stopped raining and the skies cleared. Probably won't get anymore rain for a month but when we do.. my turkeys will be ready for it.

I called out to Glen to come down and see the finished product. I watched as he walked down the yard and looked at my new shelter. Suddenly a big smile broke out on his face. "That looks great" he said.


I nearly burst with happiness. I was so proud of myself. I had pictured something in my head and then built it out of scraps. The best thing was..it worked. It was sturdy and strong and unlikely to fall apart so easily.

Glen then went on and said "when I was up holding it for you, i had no clue as to what the heck you were doing but now I see and you did great. They won't get wet anymore".

I hugged him and said oh well..it's a big crooked.

He laughed at me and said, "its a chook pen, its not supposed to look perfect, just be practical and that one is practical. You did a fantastic job".

I stuck my puny chest out and beamed. I was so happy with myself and had a real sense of accomplishment and achievement. I did it myself. From my plans in my head to building it myself.. and the best thing..it worked and will work for what it was designed for, for a long time.

I am still all proud like.. everytime I wander down to the pen and see a bantam chicken on my new shelter roof, or a line up of hans perched on the cross beams... and the best reward i got was when i walked down to the pen after dark to check on the animals to find Thelma sitting under the new shelter with baby Theresa peeping out from underneath her wing where she was sleeping.

I did it myself.. my plans, my ideas and my own hands that bought it to fruition.... such a tiny thing.. to build a raggy old turkey shelter.. but a special event in my life indeed.....

I am going to tackle the pig pen next and build them a pen, as my pigs.... well they are pigs... and because they are such pigs they steal all the chicken's rations so they need a pen of their own.

Eventually i want to build separate pens for all my different animals.... Rome wasn't built in a day indeed.. but I'll get there......It's not much..it prolly looks really simple and ugly 

but I built it and it didn't cost a cent :)

So when have you stepped out of your comfort zone and done and acheived something totally different and new?

Did you feel pride in your success?

Australia has quietly proposed new email security that will allow bosses to spy on employees emails for "security reasons". I love how they slip something so sly in and make it look so completely innocent and a much needed have to have commodity. They actually convince people to accept this loss of privacy. Sounds so innocent, but what people don't see is the bigger picture. The greater chopping and slashing of peoples rights and privacy which is creating a race of sheep and people who believe and accept everything dished out to them. People are no longer taught to question or to be individual.

I like how they say privacy and consumer groups would be consulted. The Delphi Technique of achieving concensus is already in place in these groups everywhere. The desired outcome is already set in concrete. Soon they won't even bother to make it look good. We will just accept and follow and allow ourselves to be stripped and herded into the yards.

I love how the new "satan" AKA "the terrorist threat" is used in the article as justification of the freedom strip.

Employers To Read Workers Emails

Employers would be able to read their staff's emails under proposed new national security laws being considered by the Federal Government.
The new laws would give companies extra powers to monitor their computer networks to prevent cyber-attacks.
They would be allowed to check their staff's emails and internet communications without their consent.
Deputy Prime Minister Julia Gillard has told Channel Nine the proposed changes would step up national security of Australia's computer networks.
"We want to make sure that they are safe from terrorist attack," she said.

"Part of doing that is making sure we've got the right powers to ensure that we can tell if there's something unusual going on in the system.

"So it's a national security move, not a move about an unseemly interest in people's private emails."

A spokesman for the Attorney-General says cyber-threats are growing and that privacy experts and unions will be consulted about the proposed laws.

In yesterday's news a light plane taking off from Sydney Airport carrying the Brisbane and Queensland mail, crashed into the sea shortly after take off. The mail service planes safety record is usually impecable and after reading another story last night I started to wonder.

Another plane landed safely in Newcastle after having a laser beam pointed in the window of the plane, temporarily blinding him. In the same article came other stories related by pilots of other incidents in NSW lately with the laser sights and being temporarily blinded while flying over various parts of NSW. 

So of course once again, the lasers are to be banned. Isn't it strange how these things happen. The general public finds good uses for these things that the Government doesn't like. All of a sudden there is scares from pilots being blinded and then a plane down. Will it get blamed on the lasers. Will the lasers be banned once again like all similar things are in our country. 

Instead of the people standing up and outcasting and ostracizing the people committing these crimes they are instead allowing their freedoms to be stripped slowly from them. 

 

 

 

Pilot Disorientated By Laser
Pilot Disorientated By Laser

 A pilot has been disorientated in a laser attack on a light plane flying over the New South Wales mid-north coast.

The pilot of the Cessna 152 was flying over Port Macquarie about 7:25pm (AEST) yesterday, when he saw a bright green beam through the wing tip of the plane.

The incident was the latest in a number of recent laser attacks that have prompted a NSW plan to ban laser pointers, bringing the state into line with Victoria and Western Australia.
Late last month, six planes had to change their flight paths into Sydney Airport after up to four people targeted them with laser beams. About a week later, a laser was shone into the window of a Virgin Blue plane travelling from Cairns as it was flying into Sydney.

There has been a sharp increase in the number of such attacks, with more than 300 incidents reported last year.

01:39 AM - Don’t These Make a Cute Incestuous Couple
Category: News and Politics

Meet Jennifer and John Deaves.

They were both called Deaves from birth.

The little girl in the picture is their natural child, conceived during a sexual union between the two. This is their second child, their first one died just after birth of a congenital heart defect. This child appears normal.

She may grow up a tad confused on what to call her mum. Mum or grandma and well is dad, dad or is her grandpa?

Jennifer and John Deaves are father and daughter. The resemblance is uncanny. They began a sexual relationship and started to live together after they were astranged for most of Jennifer’s childhood.

Last week they went on national TV here in Australia, begging the country and community to accept their relationship and to accept the choices they have made to be with each other.

They have been charged and convicted of incest and ordered to stop having sex with each other.

They do not feel they have done anything wrong


In today’s society we are taught to accept everything. We are taught and told to accept Thomas Beattie’s choice. Now we are being asked to accept this couples choice of producing incestuous children into our society.

Where does the line get drawn or is there even a line at all. Has society gone to far? Is this what to expect in the furture as we stray further and further from a path of "nature".


Do we accept this? What help is fining this couple?

Final Chapter

The Roo's Revenge
(Part's 1, 2 and 3 in the week's archives)

Fast forward eleven years to now, I am living in a rural town instead of a farm so I don't rescue native animals and care for them, besides that my own brood needs enough rescuing to keep an army occupied fulltime.

My birth mother live a few hours away on a cotton property and amazingly she rescues Kangaroos and visits us often with her baby Joey. It reminds me of Jessie and each time the Joey comes the bittersweet melancholy of past times comes with it. To watch it feed greedily from it's bottle of Wombaroo, staring into her eyes with love and trust and then to watch her snuggle it own in it's beach bag brings back the memories so sharp, they run like videos through my mind.

08:24 AM - Men Behaving Badly - Updated Please Come Read
Category: News and Politics

Yes I know there is a proliferation of DV blogs around at the moment but that is a good thing especially with PQ’s auction coming up tomorrow and the new awareness it is bringing to people about this social problem.

This is yet another angle of the whole issue to look at. How "Star Women Beaters" are treated by society. The acceptance by society of





We all need our heroes. Every kid in society and the grown up ones too, need their heroes to look up to, worship, adore and inspire to be like as they grow up.

I am all for the ’hero". I believe a outstanding positive role model can be invaluable to a child growing up. But where my socks do stand up and say uh uh this is wrong is what I am going to blog about today.


What do we as a society do and how do we react when one of our "heroes" begins to behave badly towards women?

It seems the answer to that question, straight from the looking glass of a situation I am observing at the moment, is to ignore it as much as possible and to find every excuse to forgive the perpetrator multiple times. Then when it has been swept under the carpet enough, the perpetrator ignored just enough to make it look good the person all of a sudden has a big public apology and life goes on as before as they are to restored (somehwat successfully) to that hero worship pedestal.

It seems if a person has that star quality that people want to idolize, they will be prepared to overlook, ignore and in some cases encourage that bad behavior.


I love men.  Love everything about them...

Don’t ever get me wrong on that matter. I am not bitter from my experiences in fact the whole thing made me want to delve deep into the why’s of Domestic Violence so that I could get a grip on what was happening to me. Because the violence was so seemingly senseless and irrational to me, I really wanted to "figure it out" as such.


Just recently headlines we made by a popular Australian ex footballer and now TV commentator when police were called to his home unit and he was arrested for domestic assault on his partner.

For a few days efforts were made by the PR teams to dampen down the story until details emerged that this wasn’t the first time.

Apparently over the past year or so Mr Wayne Carey, the footballer in question was arrested by American police, for slashing the same said girlsfriends face and neck with a wineglass after a dispute in Florida.

When this new episode came to light, it was the three strikes rule as far as the people were concerned. Mr Carey first gained a bad boy reputation for leaving his wife and tiny baby to galavant with a steramy model he had been having an affair with. So he was dropped from his top ten ranking TV show (The Footy Show) and drops from the TV channel all together, along with sponsors and more. AS he should have been. He is no role model to be proud of. As far as I am concenred his skill in kicking a ball once, a long time ago does not allow him to behave badly and get pats on the back and much income from it.

Your police have no nice things to say about Mr Carey, unlike in Australia he wasn’t afforded the star treatment that he demanded from your officers and made a rather embarrassing scene for himself. He is supposed to asppear in court this month and I am sure all efforts will be underway from our country to underhandedly make sure he is let off with a smack in the wrist.

See he is facing heavy time there in America. Over here abusers get fined time after time, and that is if the case even makes it to court.

The point of my blog today is not the weak misogynist that is Wayne Carey. My point is about the public perspective and his peer’s persepctive over the incident.

A woman’s magazine lost it’s tampon advertisers this week after it was reported that they offered (and were taken up on) over 150000 dollars this week to interview Mr Carey for their magazine. That made me angry and I had planned at that stage to blog the incident but as with all things, a million other things came running at me.

Then I opened my newsfeeds today to see a story jump out at me about a TV interview Mr Carey had done where he said he was sorry but DENIED being violent towards women.


As long as he is allowed to deny and minimize his role in the abuse he will continue to abuse. Sadly in that way I have a feeling that next time might be a big more violent than what we have seen.

But it brings me to the disgust I taste in my whole being today at the media. At the lie and falseness that is the media. Are we in that depserate need of stars that we will accept this behavior of them?

How can changes be bought into society when this is what is seen at the very top of our role models.



and sadly what was also expected was that we the people are EXPECTED to accept this PR blitz and lame assed so called apology and pop Mr Carey back on his pedestal again.


This is not an instant where a public apology, hang your head but skirt the issue should even be considered. Mr Carey should be spending his life in solitude away from the media eye and money, working to mend his own fences and fix the kangaroo’s loose in his top paddock.

It is shameful that Australia or anyone could even expect us to accept and even listen to this crap.

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Footnote
I must not be the only one to be concerned about this press coverage Mr Carey is getting. The article I read early this morning now has a new red tag link under it with a follow up written by a psychologist about the interview and Mr Carey’s Lack of remorse.

Can you say Narcissistic Personality Disorder bordering on Sociopathic behaviour.

By this link being added later it also goes to show that the media are actually getting a back lash for playing their PR game instead of being unbiased fair reporters. Now they are being called upon to be fair. This one will be fascinating to watch and also fascinating to see how your American courts treat this situation in sentencing him for his crimes there.

The psychologists "read" Of Carey and lack of remorse

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The Age Newspaper Psychologists view - click here
He has got a degree, his words weigh more than mine. 

WAYNE Carey showed little evidence of remorse in his Enough Rope interview, Melbourne psychologists say.
After viewing the interview forensic psychologist Ian Joblin said Carey’s "fatuous smile" and other non-verbal signs left a question mark over the fallen football star’s state of mind.
"He started off with a very fatuous smile and giggle, and it was only later that he became genuine — his non-verbals were inconsistent with his words," he said.

"When talking about (Jason) Moran (he was) almost laughing like it was joke or a matter of pride, whereas with his sister he was genuine.
"I’m looking for contrition and remorse and I don’t find any. There’s nothing in his movement or his words that indicate he is contrite."
He said Carey still presented as an "alpha male" because of the way he could discuss matters that would normally distress a person.
Rapid eye-blinking and a dry mouth were signs that Carey was very nervous, psychologist Meredith Faulkner said, but were normal in the circumstances.
"When the corners of his mouth and corners of eyes twitched — that is autonomic nervous system data that’s much harder to maintain," Ms Faulkner said. "He seemed to be avoiding something — he used language like, ’Oh I didn’t look at it, we didn’t talk about it’."
When Carey dealt with controversial material his language became very precise and careful, and during discussions of his marriage he held his breath, she said.
"For most of that interview what you see is what you get, but with a couple of controversial pieces of data you notice the shift towards precise language to deflect the question."

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Yes I noticed all that.. and much much much more...

and here is the feel sorry for me article spoofed off by the PR machine that is our mainstream media this morning after his PR interview last night on national Government Owned Television
Makes you feel really sorry for the poor boys doesn’t it.. my hearts bleeding.. but it certainly isn’t for mr Carey... weasel.. I can say that... because I am not mainstream media.. I call a shovel a shovel and a weasel a weasel

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Wayne Carey is Sorry But says he is Not A Woman Beater

RETIREMENT from football was harder than expected for fallen superstar Wayne Carey, but it was only after he left the game he dominated for more than a decade that his alcohol problems escalated into drug use.
Details of Carey’s alcohol and drug problems have been well documented in the days leading up to last night’s revealing interview on the ABC program Enough Rope, but during the interview with Andrew Denton, the dual premiership captain admitted he had difficulty in adjusting to life without football and it was then, without the discipline of the game, that cocaine entered his life.
Carey was forced into retirement by a serious neck injury midway through the 2004 season, while playing with Adelaide. He admitted that he thought he would cope better with the end of his playing days.

 

and finally his charges nd arrests story from January  exztract

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Carey had to be subdued with capsicum spray by police, with leaked security footage from his Rouse St apartment block showing him handcuffed before being taken to the St Kilda Road police station.

Carey is already facing criminal charges for assaulting police in the US state of Florida, after a wine glass was smashed in his girlfriend’s face last October.
He will appear in court in Miami next month on two felony charges of aggravated battery of a police officer and a charge of resisting arrest with violence.
If convicted, he could face up to 15 years in an American jail. The revelations about Carey’s behaviour have resulted in him losing various lucrative jobs in the football media.His first television interview since the January incident will air on the ABC’s Enough Rope next Monday.

to read more on this story please visit the following link.
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,23430385-29277,00.html

Do you notice they even rereleased the news of his arrest last week in anticipation of this  story. What a PR Machine.
 

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Update

This is the type of hype we get now. We don’t hear of the people like me who say this is wrong anywhere on the mainstream media. Instead we get his buddies, other stars defending him.

Archer Says Carey Interview Tough

North Melbourne premiership player Glenn Archer said watching former teammate Wayne Carey’s ABC television interview last night was tough going.

Archer watched the interview with Andrew Denton on Enough Rope before appearing on his own program, Footy Classified, on the Nine Network.

Archer said it was difficult to watch Carey at times.

"No doubt it was tough watching. It was obviously tough watching for me. He was a best mate of mine," Archer said.

Arris also has a great Blog currently with some women’s stories in it along with previous blogs including Sam’s - DV from a Male victim’s prespective.

Arris DV Blog

Growing Up In An Outhouse




I grew up in a middle class family, in a middle class street in a middle class neighborhood. Most of our neighborhood at the time I was born back in the mid Sixties had had their toilet outside of the house. Australian outhouses were commonly and fashionably called "The Dunny". To get to the dunny in our case we would exit the back of the house, walk along the verandah and into the tiny room, which faced directly over into my next door neighbours backyard. Great for privacy, they knew everytime we went pee pee.


At the time we didn’t speak to our neighbours, our parent’s had falling out in a dispute over a bag of fruit, (pathetic) so my visits to the outhouse often bought ridicule from the three kids next door, who were all older than me. I was so embarrassed to step outside to go to my private business with what I felt was the eyes of the world watching me.


So I would peek out of the kitchen door first and check if the backyard was empty next door. If it was indeed empty, I would do a flying run out to the toilet and slam the door and literally hide in there. Sometimes though, this method didn’t work. My next door neighbor and later my best buddy and cohoot, would often hide down near her fence and as I did my flying run out the backyard she would spring up to the top of the fence like a jack in the box and yell out


Looking back now I can laugh but back then that public outting of my toilet habits was the source of many a night over the years spent begging and pleading with my parents for an upgrade to an "Inhouse".



The worse times growing up with an outhouse, were when the neighbours were having a great big party in their backyard, which they often did. Those times taught me immaculate bladder control. I would be too embarrassed to step outside because to be sure I would be greeted by howls of laughter as I vanished into the little room to do my business. My Overly active imagination would believe they could actually see through that door and actually watch me as well.

The really bad thing about the whole set up and especially when the neighbors were having yard parties was the risk that someone else would try and use the toilet while you were in there which would then expose you sitting on your throne with pants around the ankles, to about 50 Teenagers all drinking and having a merry time next door.
(I swear they used to have the parties just to watch our family travel back and forth to the loo all day)


Then we get to the seat itself. Did we have a simple plastic seat on our toilet? No we had to have one of those super duper heavy ancient Bakelite toilet seats. They were a pretty durable addition to the Australian "Dunny" back in the sixties and yet they didn’t last. They were replaced eventually and I know the only reason why. It was ONLY because those blasted bakelite toilet seats were so freezing cold in winter and I mean freezing. It would be agony to sit down on the seat and I would dream of a plastic seat daily in winter.


As I grew older I developed a knack of putting my hands face down on the cold seat at the front and sitting on my hands instead of the icy seat.



The room itself in the early days was very boring. I would sit there for hours (well it seemed so) and stare at the bland off white colored walls and the baby poop brown colored door. There was one tiny frosted slatted glass window, way up near the roof behind the commode itself and there was one frizzy oid toilet brush in a pale lemon faded bucket. Of course, being a slatted window meant the nice icy breeze blew right down those diagonal vents onto two already freezing cold exposed goosepimpled butt cheeks. The floor was cold cold smooth concrete without even a rug to keep the tootsies warm.


I devised a plan one day when I was around 11 or 12. I decided that it was high time the Dunny had a paint job and makeover. So after getting permission off Dad we went down to the hardware shop and bought some paint to "give it all a new do". The paint I chose was pink, a pale pink for the walls and a deep dark Cerise pink for the doors. It was a full gloss paint to because I hated the feel of flat paint on walls.


That pink would have been wonderful in a large bathroom, but in our tiny outhouse it was a disaster. A technicolor disaster at that. I could promise anyone a headache if they even sat in the room for five minutes after the pain job. As I grew and came home drunk with a hangover the next morning, the toilet color would remind me never to ever drink again. To his credit Dad did wait till I left home to repaint the outhouse back to the dull staid off white it orginally was.



But the worse memory of the outhouse involves my notorious neighbours and a freezing cold winter on what we used to call in Australia "cracker night". It was held in June each year and this story was set in one of the last years before household fireworks were banned in Australia. I guess this ditty was one of the reasons why. In the big packs of fireworks, would be long thin cardboard tubes labelled "ball shooters". These were the most popular to the "deviants" around the neighborhood, who fired the ball shooters at everything but the sky. The other popular fireworks were throwdowns but that is another story




Well this one year one dark night I checked and the coast appeared to be clear so I raced out to the toilet. Just as I raced along, my neighbor put her head over the fence and aimed something at me. The next moment, zap, zap, zap. Bright colored balls of gunpwder were exploding all around me and on me. I screamed and tried to run faster with my ear and hair on fire. I closed the door once I got inside and cried and cried. My clothes were all burnt and I was terrified but there was still the return journey back to the house to worry about. I waited. I waited in that damned toilet for half an hour hoping my parents would realize I was missing and come and look for me. I waited and waited to no avail.


Finally I was getting colder and colder and my burns seemed to be burning more and more skin off so I decided to make a run for it back to the house. The return journey was even more difficult as I had to open the wire door as well as the wooden door at the back of the house. I sat there gathering courage and hoping that she had gone inside and forgotten that terrorizing me was her favorite passtime.

I peeked through the keyhole into the blackness outside. I don’t know to this day how that could have helped, light looking out a keyhole into darkness is not a successful venture at the best of times. It seemed silent and dark so i decided to "do it". I took a deep breath and threw open the door and started to run. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a shadow move on the other side of the fence and suddenly whack whack whack, Whack Whack ouch ouch, I was being attacked from all directions. I hadn’t realised that while I was safe on my commode, my neighbor had called her older borther and sister outside as reinforcements and they were all lined up along the fence aiming those dreaded ball shooters at their terrified target.. Me.

Of course the door wouldn’t work and I was in such a rush to open it I nearly went straight through it. Finally I was inside safely and my mother was standing there in front of me looking rather quizzically at all the smoke rising from my scorched clothes and sniffing the air which was now thick with the smell of burnt singed hair.


I looked at her and just shrugged, we were used to the neighbors by now and I just said to her .. MUM when I grow up.. I am never ever going to subject my kids to an outhouse.... and do you know something..... I never have......