The Thread about Nothing....

Paul its all coming together its 5G its Governments its anti trump hooligarns its BLM spreading covid. Its all related.

If a guy like Scott Morrison can be president of Australia then anything is possible. We may as well tell all kids 'you can be anything you want to be in this world'.

Love a good Illuminati story. If you need me I will be over at Pete Evans place tonight talking podcast strategy.

 

"..it does feature enough guns to give any right-winger a 24-hour hard on, the film is based on a true story..."

LOLZ

 

Hurry up and kill Bill Uma. He’s a fucking wanker.

 

DPF Frank Arok

 

Oh fuck, the shark ate the helicopter.

 

...and a kid.

 

Gday cunts. I'm on a motherfucking boat. With a van and some important belongings. I am once again amazed at the power of people who work for bureaucracies to engage in an important act and break the cycle of distrust. Like when I arrived at the Victorian border today with a valid Border Entry Permit despite having previously lived in a Red Zone until two days ago, but I'd done my homework and my permit was valid. Turned away, escorted back over the Murray, warned that if I tried again I'd face a $5k fine. Back on the phone whilst dangling my toes in the water on the NSW side, I was assured by ServiceVic I'd done everything right, nevertheless lets create a new permit. A quick trip to my not so local Reece plumbing supplies to get them to print shit out and I tried again. I wasn't brave enough to drive into that cesspit again so I parked a block or two short of the river and walked over the bridge with my printed proof and my phone and laptop hot spot primed and ready for the second round. And was met by two Frankston coppers and a gazebo 10 metres the other side of the bridge.
Hi I need to talk to your boss. No dice. But at least I could spend the next two and a half anxious anxious hours pacing and stretching on the grass and enjoying watching the kayakers and local cyclists and runners go by, and occassionally helping stop their gazebo fly away. It was quite a windy day. Those two copppers were good but. As we approached a timeframe where I figured I wouldn't make the ferry checkin I asked if I could walk 15 metres back into NSW and await a phone call? Nope, that'll be a $5k fine. OK more stretching and amusement from locals passing by.
Anyways, I made it to the ferry. I'm confined to my room for the duration, I was literally the last vehicle allowed to board, and when I get off this motherfucking boat I will drive directly to my new home and quarantine properly for two weeks as expected, because despite my specialist skills essential to industry, I do NOT want to be patient zero in Tasmania.

All hale, good folk.

Oh and I'm on the starboard side. I can see Geelong. Hi Steve.

 

Ah yes, we haven't even left Port Phillip Bay and it's getting seriously rocky. It's a week with some wind and weather.
What a shame I'm not allowed out of my room to see the punters' chunder, except for my escorted cigarette breaks. But even they are one on one. Luckily the Covid floor is above the punters' floors, gravity is on my side.
It's likely to be a fun crossing of the Bass.

 

ps cops can't read.
Clearly.
And I'm a cunt.

 

What a saga! We will come down to Hobart and catch up once you are allowed out of solitary confinement.

 

Dont even get me started.....

At least you made it through.

 

Yeah. Plan B for him to come back to my house, pick up a lilo, drive over to Inverloch and float over was probably a bit shit considering the weather.

Speaking of the beach and bass strait, how good is this?
Knocked off on Wednesday night, stinking hot. Got home, got changed, drove over to Woodside Beach. 45 mins from my joint exactly. Had a dip, bit of a walk, had another dip. The water was even warm. Chilled the fuck out. Need to do it more often this time of year.

The only problem is you have to drive over a mountain to get there and the 90 mile beach is like swimming in a washing machine. It is as rough as guts. Even Venus Bay and Kilcunda aren’t that rough, although they have bad under tow.

 

Yeah I remember your rants about it. I concur. I was nealy vomitous with stress when the police were insisting I'd need to wait days for an exemption. Even got a call from a clearly senior Vic Dept of Health woman today to see how I'd fared. There had been an incredible amount of phone calls and wasted person hours to get me through. Dropped out somewhere near here sadly, as I was explaining how badly Vic police understand the rules they're enforcing.


I should probably follow that up for the sake of the next poor bastard.
Where are you? Vic side near Wodonga I presume?
Anyway, home sweet home.

 

That rainbow photo doesn't do the water view justice.

 

Car TAN.

Please advise what sort of car this shitbox is. I suspect it’s a Rambler something or rather.

 

classic1 Review: Body Heat

This movie gets rated for some reason but I thought it was really stupid.

A really shit lawyer played by William Hurt starts rooting a young hottie played by Kathleen Turner, who is married to a rich cunt. Hurt totally does his balls over her because she gobs him off, swallows then goes reverse cowgirl on him. This has never happened to him before on account of the shit dorky 80s moustache he has in the movie. Also, he’s Lionel Hutz bad at lawyering.

They kill rich husband cunt for the money, but Turner double crosses Hurt and sets him up to take the fall while she has assumed the identity of a college friend she’s bumped off. Ultimately she shoots through and takes the money left to her in the will. It was obvious even to Hurt this was gonna happen but he’s a massive dickhead and has done his balls over her, so falls for it completely.

In the end hes in jail getting interviewed by the cops, spelling out his theory but there is fuck all the cops can do about it.

Hurt has the last laugh though, as recent pictures show Kathleen Turner is old, fat and really ugly, so he dodged a massive bullet.

 

MrM reckons 1967 Toyota Crown

 

I reckon he might be right. Thank you Ma and thank you Mr M

 

Gold!

 

For reasons unknown I've taken to looking up and watching Isle of Man TT crash videos. The footage of Bob Prices death is strangely eerie and all kinds of nasty.