I wish to register my disgust at what took place in and outside the Tweed Council Chambers last Thursday, January 22.
A whole bunch of dirty unwashed tree huggers exercised their undeserved democratic right to try and protect a few fleebaggy, pissant koalas that hang around the Black Rocks Sports ground at Pottsville. This last bastion of so called ‘Iconic’ pests have been known to terrorise numerous packs of feral dogs, convoys of this towns’ finest, fun loving, upstanding HOONS and occasional platoons of armed crusaders mercifully using air rifles. The koalas rub salt into their own wounds by not welcoming these jolly visitors who actually pay rates, unlike these diseased critters. All they want to do is eat loads of eucalyptus leaves and get stoned. Do they really deserve to reside and prosper in our beloved recreation park? Well, thank the Lord (aka GOD), there are four democratically elected souls warming their backsides on their council benches who think not.
Bravo councillors Longlegs, Byrne Baby Byrne, Polyglaze and Colonel Bloodknock for voting wisely against locking the gates of the park at night.NO!NO! NO! NO! Not on their watch. I felt so bloody proud when Bloodknock referred to the other councillors (who voted FOR a night gate as ‘you people’). I admired his manly restraint.
Such a brave man standing up to councillors Milne, Armstrong, and Mayor Bagnell. Those representatives of the great unwashed, dole-bludging, jobless socialists (aka communists). The hide of them trying to prevent honest and peaceful hooners, hunters and hounds from exercising their God-given rights to ride rampant through this park and make life a living hell for the pests that trespass there. I’ve still got some firecrackers left over from new year celebrations.
Can’t wait to get down to the park. HAW HAW HAW!
The other brave action I witnessed occurred in the foyer outside our sacred council chamber: an eighty year old lady tried to walk into the council meeting carrying a filthy, dirty obscene looking thing resembling a toy koala. The silly old bat wearing a Greens badge, had the temerity to argue with a security officer (who we shall call Jobsworth) that it was harmless and that there was no bomb hidden inside the toy. But he was not going to let her get away with this.
He bravely raised his voice to about three hundred decibels and politely screamed at the potential terrorist.
‘NO NO NO NO NO ! You can’t bring that animal in here. Naturally the silly old witch shook with fear, when he raised his voice yet again and repeated his missive. The toy beast had to stay in the foyer and bullyboy pushed his chest out further. I marvelled that all was good in the Neo Con world whilst we had men of Jobsworth’s calibre on the job.
Geoff Morley, Tweed Heads South