Brian, I am having what people might call a "mid life crisis". Your yawning emojis are what I would term your way of you calling out for assistance, because you are about to die. And you have been waiting to die for a long while.

Me too. When I was shot in the arm, back when I was about 10 or 11 years old, you could imagine how long the walk to the ambulance station was for me. Why I did not seek assistance at a nearby doctors is one where we did not have anyone around after 5pm who would fail to report to police.

As far as the drug dealer was concerned, I am some scholarship student who attended either Heights College or Glenmore High School before it officially opened. He was also of the opinion that I have ageing parents or young grandparents who did not mind if I hosed my shoulder for 5 minutes and "tis but a flesh wound" bandaged my shoulder to stop what little bleeding was left, after an initial gush an hour beforehand. That was after having a rather painful cold afternoon shower. But that was okay, since it was late September.

My grandparents were kind enough to leave some fruit and vegetables behind, whilst they visited my uncles and aunties in SEQld. There was also some near stale bread I could have with the remainder of their margarine. I took the spare key with me, when I left the house at 10pm. A little while later, I was downtown walking along Denison Street, when it occurred to me that I should have taken a train ride over from Glenmore Road. After visiting some "friends" to help extract the bullet, I jumped onto the passing northbound train and took a ride over the railway bridge. Best. train ride, ever. The driver graciously stopped the train near where my grandparents lived, because someone had spotted me getting on the back of the train and had called the police. Had they delayed calling the police by a minute, I could have walked home from Farm Street to my parents' house.

Imagine what I did in the year 2000/2001? Tried to join the army. I was medically exempt because of my autism. But, there is no record of me being diagnosed as autistic. Army medics have certain opinions on the condition. But army doctors don't want to know you.

The person who shot me was 185cm tall, and towered over my 11 y.o. 150 cm frame. He was also one that claimed to be part of the Moslem faith. He also identified as indigenous Australian. You can imagine that it was some surprise to my 22-year-old, 175-to-178 cm tall self to see that a lieutenant in the army was the same guy that shot me 11 or 12 years earlier.

Don't waste my sanity with these stupid condescending emojis, because I and others have a problem with drug dealing, indigenous Australian Moslems.

Brian Ross wrote on Nov 7^th, 2024 at 12:50pm:

I reckon that rather than think this situation and it's consequences fully out, you'd just rather hate all Muslims.  Which is of course a WOFTAM.  Tsk, tsk, tsk... 

Brian Ross wrote on Nov 7^th, 2024 at 3:15pm:


Nicely lobbed, Brian. Except you forgot that you threw the pin instead of the grenade. Hitler salutes are illegal in Australia now. But, I will forgive you for doing one my way. You are supposed to pull the pin with your finger, not your mouth. In all seriousness, there have been horror stories of people being dumbarses with big mouths who think walking around with dud grenades are a cool war time story to tell their children.

You with your yawning emojis triggered my partial PTSD. I know I am a smart arse. But, I would rather be a smart arse than to be a dead dumbarse.

Dental is covered under East Timorese medical. I have all my teeth. But I did have a bit of a problem reluctantly playing stick ball with some yobbo throwing a live grenade near an Iwasaki beach resort.

Valkie wrote on Nov 7^th, 2024 at 7:40pm:



Bbwiyawn! You are wanted in Pakiistan!  Tsk, tsk 

Brian Ross wrote on Nov 8^th, 2024 at 12:07pm:


You can always do that in Pakistan and see how they react.

Wilders is lucky he isn't in Australia,  section 18C would stop that sort of speech, toute sweet.  Tsk, tsk, tsk...