Go on CJ Morgan, we became the United States of Australia with the Australia Act 1986. If that spectacled Owl we now have as Prime Minister cannot see that, and he has been told, Clint Eastwood just might say, Make my day.

I don’t know what you do but I am a street lawyer, who despises most of the profession, but somehow manages to survive, as a magnet for those in deep cacka. As a Street lawyer, I am not a member of any Bar, except the AB. ( when at home). I don’t go to the dinners, I don’t go to the Lodge, I don’t do any more exams, and I dont think much of most lawyers I know either in Queensland, New South Wales or Victoria, and even less of the ones I know in Tassie and South Australia. The ACT is in New South Wales and they are a bit grubby too.

One of these little grubs, even sent a bill to a deceased estate, and tried to extort money by taking out an AVO. They look pretty but inside they are totally disloyal to Australia, and are quite happy to have us as slaves. What really gives me the jimmy brits, is that the laws are good, just the lawyers are bad. So when someone comes to me and starts crying, if it’s a woman, or starts wanting to murder some mongrel if it’s a man, I tell them what they need to do. Its hard work, but when people do the right thing, the system does not want to make a fool of itself.

While you and the rest of them who think we are not a Republic already continue to be fooled, than we will have a United States of Australia, and not One Nation. The United Nations of Australia is a dirty joke. Its dirty because all taxes should be subject to one test. Are the terms just. I am not rich, I don’t drive a Porsche, but I can shave every morning knowing I am at peace with My God

Just a little story; I was approached by a forty year old tradesman, who had been listening to some of the alternative law guru’s like Malcolm McClure, the fellow whose loyal follower spent eleven months in jail, because he did not know how to get her out, and others in the honour-dishonour school. He had gone before a Magistrate and she in usual fashion had without trial ordered him to pay $40,000 to the Australian Taxation Office.

He came to me in desperation. I listened to his story and realised he was living from hand to mouth, working hard with his wife and one son in a family business, supplying an essential service. After paying his mortgage, school fees for his two younger children, the payments on his Tradies Ute, and his wife’s baby mover, food and electricity the family had about $20 at the end of the week.

I am a cunning old fox, and I remembered the hardship provisions of the Tax Act 1936. Retired Peter moved those provisions to another Act, the Tax Administration Act 1953, and Section 340:10-40 makes provision for the forgiveness of tax in cases of hardship. There is even an interactive prescribed form on the Internet. My boy filled it in, sent it away, and within seven days had a response from the Australian Taxation Office. Send us your last two tax returns, they said, and the last three months bank Statements. This he did, and they said , Yes, we forgive you your debt.

He wanted to give me some money, but I knew he was battling. He went away happy as larry. I had not done anything really, just point him in the right direction and hold his hand for a bit. I have had other victories against the Taxation Department. No doubt we will lock horns again. I have lost a few but the Australian Taxation Office mostly gets nothing, when the victim has nothing. The ones who can afford flash lawyers give them money and the Australian Taxation Office money too. The Australian Taxation Office loves lawyers

To All,
We get what we ask for. Almost a life time ago living in shortage desperately counting my pennies I was given some good advice by a banker friend. Stop penny pinching start filling the tank and live in the overflow. Man should never be your focal point as he only sees the impossible shortage in the situation. Belly, Jesus is still the answer not your mate crudd or little jonnie or even me. The problem is not wrong government but wrong God. I have been told coal seam gas has all the answers for our future as it is carbon friendly and we have an over abundance. But I know if we continue with wrong focus [man] it will not supply our needs. Where your hip pocket is there is also your heart. I suggest you all lift your gaze from the dust looking for pennies and look up and live. So stop winging and start living. Get a heart transplant.
God bless you all.
Richie 10

Like that strange mob who knock at the door time and again.
Hoping they will be told to leave fast.
Counting points my abuse gives them in a heaven they tell me I have no place in, unless I fall in to their fear trap.
Richie ten and others ,constantly put the foot in the door of other threads.
Like a child shouting God loves you Belly.
Then running away.
crudd Krudd or PV s communist Kevin Rudd,a Christian clearly, gets the mud too.
This thread is just a stone, thrown with ill intent, not true, nothing of real harm, a water bomb without water, puff of wind.
I fear Richie you and your like, are running out of listeners, start a thread I will come, but be unkind, true can be that way.
PV
I forever am unionist, forever Labor[ but not a blind follower]
Rudd me my party is not communist, I despise that group who enslaved workers.
Yes you are a giver, that Holly book all such books I know of said it is better to give than receive.
I too give, and get joy out of it, last night long after a club meeting, I answered questions for free, along the lines of your help to others.
PV consider your words, no way my party is any more Socialist than your actions say you are, some times.

Belly, your lot made some of the best laws Australia needs so badly, but the rank and file like you cannot get over the tugging. Tugging forelock, I mean, to mongrel scabs who have infiltrated the Labor Party from the most parasite profession on earth. Just because some bum in a suit is a solicitor he or she is worthy of respect. Not on your sweet nelly. Yet the Labor Party endorses them, and pretends they are good for Australia.

The Nationals haven’t got one in the Parliament that counts, the Parliament of the Commonwealth, but the workers party has thirty in the House of Representatives, and if your mate Kevin turns out to be a oncer as he is looking like being unless he can pass the end of term exam, then it is the white ant scabs in your party who will need to leave so you can rebuild.

Mind you he is not stupid. I see he has allocated $7.5 million just this week to the severely disadvantaged, so they will no longer have to go to Sam Tomarchio and chaps like him for emergency loans at 50% interest for a few weeks. Sam is at Laverton, 1000 K northwest of Perth. and does not really love our indigenous brothers and sisters. They break or used to break into his chalet, and steal anything not nailed down, but now he lends them emergency money they don’t do it anymore. Mind you he does not hold cash. If he did he would be dead by now.

The Australian called it a river of gold, as they can eat kangaroos they shoot, and bush tucker but for petrol they need money, and Sam gives them that when they want it, not in fortnightly dollops like Centrelink does. He sells money at about the same margin Woolies charges on food. They have no security and there are no pawnbrokers who do the same thing in the city, at Laverton. So he takes their Pin Number and Keycard. Simple system, and defaulters never get another loan.
It’s a hard world

Way back when I was a a lad, a stubby was a dollar over the bar, and a carton was $5. That margin for looking at a lovely barmaid, was accepted by everyone, and even an ugly old sod like Hank, the barman at the Laura Pub, halfway between Cairns and Coen on Cape York sold stubbies for a dollar. Mind you they were cold, the road was rough, and the days always hot.
A bloke once asked Hank for a carton as he was going tin scratching, and Hank’s price was $24. Forty miles away a cold carton was $10. Bloke said, Thats a bit rough Hank! Hank said, Cant you do arithmetic, 24 stubbies is $24.

It’s a bit like that at Laverton, next town is Kalgoorlie, about 600 K away. Its not the aborigines complaining, it’s the white fellas. They think its naughty but they wont do it. Supply and demand is the fountain of capitalism. They complain that our native brothers just spend it on grog. Grog is mighty on tax and low on costs, but food and fuel gets a high priority, and everyone needs them every day up there.

A pub near Burketown, and Doomagee was into selling what they called Monkey Blood. Monkey Blood was Red Port Wine, 17% alcohol, in two litre plastic bottles bottled on premises for $20 each. Cost $2 a gallon, and Doomagee was a dry town. 100 K away. Bought it in 50 gallon barrels, for $100 a barrel. The demand was strong, and the locals would band together, get a four wheel drive, and go get a party.

Doomagee had to start building solid Besser block houses, with concrete floors, and steel shutter windows, because fibro houses had all the panels punched out, the floor burned for cooking wood, and the only thing left was the roof, and uprights. We in the city have never seen anything like it, believe me. I just hope KR has an epiphany experience, and that he wakes up that his lawyers are his worst enemies, and no joking matter.