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  1. Copy 718 Dockers Union

    Established 1900
    Federated Ship Painters and Dockers Union
    of Australia.
    Queensland Branch.

    This edition updated 27 December 2005

    Martin Timothy

    Where the hell are the police: porn sites depicting the criminal
    assault of young people abound on the internet.

    One sequence, a young female person has surgical sutures inserted in her frame a pair of industrial pliers are inserted in a wound on a young persons frame a number of people are naked around a raised platform upon which is a child with numbers of similar industrial tools inserted in a similar wound,

    The boys from the Adelaide Club playing doctors it would seem, there is an old fuddy duddy dancing nude in the foreground... other frames of young women who appear to have died violently... and people in obvious fear. Links advertising sites with such titles as 'Young Girls Tortured and Killed.' We have a death penalty policy here. So look out y'all web masters the man with the noose is after you.

    GENOCIDE is underway in this country check The manpower shortage: Ask where did it come from?Then checkThe abortion statistics: 300,000 or so abortions per year for thirty or forty years then wonder why there are no people to staff industry. check the union's response.

    911 How much bull does George W. think people can absorb
    check the web sites, read the details, look at the video evidence, the official story is at odds with the facts. Was this just a test for even more spectacular outrages? Are they going to nuke the cities? And George is damn right about one thing at least, an act of warfare was perpetrated against the United States on September 11 2001. The United States citizenry is going to have to bite the bullet and make a few tough decisions. Their leaders are making complete fools of them. 911 was an inside job.

    Looters Beware
    The MottoTouch One Touch All is the property of ThePainters and Dockers Union See the union banner reproduced at below Read on CFMEU.

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    Racism Is rife in Industry check the pre start criteria at Waco scaffolding in Brisbane try to get a job there, tell the boss Tia Howsonyou are an Australian.

    You wont be working, you are the wrong race I tell that to Howson in'03 I had been ringing him on and off since '94, '...yes mate' he says 'I've got your number' he says, reads my number back ' nothing now I'll ring when there is a bit of work' I put up with this bull till about '03 then I tell him he's a racist and that if I was a member of the Mouri tribe I'd have been working since '94. He says that's bull and hangs up
    . Read re scabs in BLF '96.

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    Read re scabs in BLF '96 2001 Journal Page 4.

    Racism at Waco: Scabs at Bell: thus The BLF Trash at Superior Scaffolding in about '97 Paddy Quinn tells me not to ring back I was employed there one day. More of the same at Central Scaffolding in '98after oneday Ray Batchelor says 'you're finishing up'.

    The taint of racism, scabbing and murder goes with maligning or using prejudice against an operation seeking justice re the murder of trade unionists. Read the handbill at left: A seconder is still required for this motion re the debate re the BLF response to the scabbing that took place at Bell's yard in 1996 and response to the request from the Paintersand Dockers Union for assistance demanding government action re murder on the docks.

    In similar manner. Scabs were not the only forces arraigned against painters and dockers. Just as ghosts on the docks payroll needed high level connivance from employers so to does high level scabbing in the BLF.

    Those employers named above and the movers and shakers at the BLF like scabs, organizer Puplett, Secretary Simcoe and Greg Moxham who laughed out loud, can come along to the coroners court and explain their reasons for the summary dismissals that took place and the union attitude. Responses we say are linked to terrorism, racism and murder in the industrial workplace.

    The criteria for being labeled a scab insofar as this union is concerned is to have been a member of the Queensland Branch on 15 or 18 July 1991. Or to malign the present union justice campaign re the murder of around sixty of our members, or be a former member who returned to work on the Brisbane waterfront anytime without a P&D union ticket.

    But does not include workers who had the rug pulled from under them when this union was deregistered forcing them to resume work on sites that were hitherto unionised as per our award but now pay only the minimum wage: Brisbane Slipways operate a drum and cable slipway within the Cairncross Dockyard Industrial Precinct which caters to vessels to 2,000 tonnes GRT, is a perfect case in point, as of June 2004 the pay for a casual employee carrying out abrasive blasting was $15.40 per hour.

    The union rates, which prevailed on that site since its construction in 1972 until the entire precinct was deunionised finally and under extreme duress in 1993, were as of '04 about $27.00 for casuals and around $22.00 for permanent employees.

    Nor does it include any person employed in the industry who objects to becoming a member of a trade union. The Painters and Dockers Union does not support compulsory union membership and endorses persons rights to remain exempt from union activity, while at the same time not excluding any persons involvement in on site affairs or in on site employees meetings, unlike union meetings which take place off site.

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    EditorialHow much stress can the organism that is human culture stand. How much genocide or racism or bull. John Howard led Australian participation in the invasion of two sovereign states on false premises, we approached him in 1993 he was shadow Minister for Industrial relations we had told him thru Tony Blair yes, the Tony Blair, link that murderous scab elements were in the process of hijacking the electoral process in the union.

    He would not speak to us and hung up. Mr Blair told us that Sir Peter Abells was theMister Big in Australian crime. Abells was Bob Hawke's best mate while Hawke was Prime Minister from 1982 until about '92 link. Hawke and another one of his ratbag mates called PaulKeating brought in and ratified The Australian Industrial Relations Act 1988.

    Murder was Committed in The Painters and Dockers Union to endorse union response to this Act of Parliament.


  2. #2
    Racism is not confined to the workplace: Brisbane December '97 The Seoul Supermarket in Wickham St Fortitude Valley, as one enters the guy behind the counter has a double take and says 'no'

    One had been going there for some years to purchase Royal Jelly which is made by bees, taken for aches and pains, one sees the item, a bottle of thirty capsules in an open pack, the Korean guy is going ','
    one says 'yes... yes... yes!'

    This shop had changed hands in the five months or so since I had been there, one takes the item, a sign in Korean gave the two pricing options one for the pack of 12 x 30 caps the other for 1 x 30 caps $8.40 or so. One tends $10 to the Korean who gets up from behind the counter, charges into one with a shoulder bump, has a look at where the caps had come from and screams out that one can only purchase a 12 x 30 pack not 1 x 30.

    One directs his attention to the opened twelve pack with at least one 30 pack missing already, tells the prick to be careful who he bumps into, and tells him that I want 1 x 30 as per the sign. With that he charges me again, full hip and shoulder this time, on his way to get back behind the counter. I had suffered two physical assaults from this Korean Shopkeeper a stern response was required. I placed a straight arm bar across his throat while at the same time rushing him toward and locking his head against a wall.

    He was a big guy for an Asian a lot bigger and younger than me, which made it imperative that I gain and exploit the upper hand, closing upon his neck with my teeth I allow both sets upper and lower to scrape along and come together with a clacking noise about where his carotid artery is located some millimeters below the skin. He goes off his head, he shrieks in the Korean language to another guy behind the counter who throws him a set of keys and he bounds to the door and locks it with me on the inside.

    He is still screaming and the other guy takes off in the direction of a back room. I expect his imminent return with a chopping cutting implement, and tossing the capsules onto the counter put the $10 away. First making sure that no passers by were in danger I kick the upper portion of the glass door which he had locked, the glass shattered into about a million pieces but stayed in place, again checking that no civilians would be injured I kicked it once more, the glass popped out and fell to the pavement .

    I stepped over the middle partition into Wickham Street and was immediately arrested by a concerned citizen whose father I had worked with on the docks whose name was Brian Fitzgerald. Thus citizens arrested I and Fitzgerald minor, who had been in my home as a guest about twenty years before accompanied by Bobby Stewart who raised him at least in part after Brian had died, made our way to the police post in the Valley, the shopman the third member of our party bringing up the rear.

    I tell the police what had occurred, only gloss over a little re my teeth to his neck. The copper tells me to cool my heels in a vacant office with a telephone and returns about a half hour later and tells me to hop it that they were busy and I as 'free as a bird,' the shopkeeper had illegally imprisoned me and had assaulted me. Nor is racism confined to the Brisbane region.

  3. #3
    North Queensland July 1988, employed at Mackay Slipway
    on the Hay Point tugs, me and Bobby Lawson are walking to work along an esplanade that leads up to the slipway, a black guy is fishing from the seawall, his wife and child seated in a car parked beside him.

    Bobby L is a Townsville man and was state president of the P&D's from 1984 until about '87 he was a popular president whose kindness and good manners were legion. As we draw abreast of the guy that was fishing Bobby says 'how are you going Mate' the filthy black **** dropped his trousers and exposed his black arse.

    More sh*t from a Mackay black at Newlands mine in '96 the truck driver asked me to accompany him to Mackay we would be leaving early on the day I had off due to changing shift. It would give me something to do on my day off and since I had asked him prior about driving some of the gear, I would be able to drive the semi trailer into town and he would then drive back with the load on. We were working for Eagle Engineering a Gladstone based firm doing a shut down on a dragline at Newlands Coal Mine.

    I turn up early for the trip into Mackay, adjacent to where the truck was parked a party was in progress the undesirable trash element were partying on. This element was at war with the rest of the community with loud drunken parties attended by thug trash, this trash element was at that time terrorising the truckie.

    One particularly revolting creep an aboriginal from Mackay was sledging and abusing us, the driver had had to go and change his shirt already, someone had smeared blackjack, which is heavy grease used on the moving parts of a dragline, all over his seat and on the trucks steering wheel.

    When we made our way out of the truck park this same creep throws a rolled up wad of rubbish at the truck it hits the window my side. We go into Mackay pick up the load return with no incident. Afternoon shift the following day Chicken Lauder the boss at Eagle says, as we turn up for work... 'don't go on the job boys, Johnny wants to talk to you all.' Johnny was the welding foreman, he had kept the day shift there he told us so we could all hear what he had to say.

    He sounded something like this...
    'Now listen up... since we've been here there has been nothing but ****, on the job...' Johnny was about forty years old, he was lean and dehydrated and his face was black from soot after welding all day, he wore hard toe Red Wing boots and his jeans were faded, his belt buckle attested to decades in the industry, while his check shirt evoked images of Steve McQueen in The Bounty Hunter, hard hat and mine issue sunglasses completed the picture,

    He was laying down the law in a big way...
    'and in the camp now I'm fuggin sick of it... If you want to fuggin play.. or if you want to fuggin play fuggin games well I'm the gamest **** here... if any of you all want to **** about well the way to do that is to fight... now if you all have got any guts... or if all you are is a mob of ****s... the way to find that out is to fight... any more **** or any more crap or if any **** reckons he is good enough... then fight...' this went on for a while then Johnny hops into his ute and off he goes.

    Chicken tells us to go onto the job and he gives one the task of using degreaser to clean a bull gear, part of the propel mechanism of the dragline. I am doing that for a while when along comes Eric the dude that threw the wad of trash at the truck the previous morning. I tell him he does not want to go throwing things, he gets super nigger trashy says what the **** I tell him I am an expert in throwing my knuckles around and did he want to try throwing something now.

    He advances and I
    belt the him right in the mouth, he has his guard up so instead of following up with another fist to the head I give him a backhander then get him in a headlock, he is struggling hard and I don't want to chance him wriggling free so I kick his legs out from under him seeing to it that his head is rubbed hard against the teeth of the bull gear going down and my weight prevents him getting his balance as I drive his face hard into the ground where the blackjack and degreaser have pooled.

    He is trying to breathe but is only filling his lungs with dirt. Chicken Lauder is screaming... 'let him go Martin let him go...' I don't let him go so a giant Kiwi rigger picks both me and him up then I let him go. Then I raised my arm. That's how I dealt with an uppity blackfella at Newlands Mine.

  4. #4
    MT meets The Don: Child prostitution and the police, Adelaide 1956 evening: At six years of age both parents introduce one to an Uncle Ian, lined face, forties, no fat anonymous city clothes which seemed to have been worn all day but looked somehow as if they had just come from the dry cleaners.

    They tell me to sit next to him then depart the room, in a flash he tears my lower clothing off and rapes me, gripping my neck grunting and groaning then tosses me, head first shirt up and strides hanging off, onto the floor. Mother comes in he gives her seven quid then disappears, she screams at me to get dressed then asks if I liked it.

    At school the teachers want to know how I got the mark on my neck, I tell them how Uncle Ian had hold of me by the neck, they say no that he had bitten me. They get the school counselor I tell him of the rape and about my mother turning me over to an Uncle Max to be flogged, he tells me to punch the next uncle and my father.

    Soon after on a Saturday afternoon father says to get ready, Donald Bradman was on his way and I would be entertaining him. No way I tell him, father was a Detective in the SA Police he flogs and drags me into the bathroom flogging and bashing me and scrubs me up to meet Bradman,

    When he arrives he is a shortish stocky powerfully built man with long arms, he is wearing a business suit he could see I had recently been bashed and departed. The next and last uncle was a European who my father had brought home who got smashed in the gob.

    I talked to a kid during this period who was one of Bradman's victims he said Bradman put him thru Hell, it was at a Christmas party for under privelidged kids, and he asked for my protection.. I put my arm around him just when they called me to take my present from a Father Christmas figure, who could have been Bradman, on the stage of the hall whence the function was held, I only had my back turned for seconds and he had disappeared.

    I was in company with my father who was a policeman and implored him to find the kid, another policeman, distinguished by his statuesque appearance, who had pulled a face at father earlier was there, and it seems he had taken the kid.

    I reckon that the reason jolly old Uncle Ian's clothes appeared clean was because the judges or barristers gown he wears all day keeps them that way.

    Scrutiny of the bar list circa 1956 may perhaps be used to prove his identity. He then may be found to be connected to the beach loving nudist poof judge suspect in the Beaumont case, and since Uncle Ian's and Bradman's connection to the Criminal Investigation Branch of the SA Police thru my father who supplied them each with at least one victim in the person of myself is proved.

    Headway may yet be made yet re the long list of missing and murdered children from that state. Bradman was a member of The Adelaide Club whose membership also includes large numbers of judges and barristers.

    See this institution as on the lookout, recruiting suitable persons, political yuppies, or those educated in laws for instance but who are totally without morals, they are groomed for prominent roles in society, as barristers for instance then as their career blossoms either as judges or politicians.

    See the spectacular rise of Angelo Vasta participant in a similar scheme in Queensland.
    Journals 10/2001 P6. Guaranteeing the last thing that they want is the matter of missing children solved since they are culpable in the matter of their deaths.

    Likewise occupying political office are able to select like minded amoral people for high office in the police or prosecutions department who are rewarded, when they run dead in any investigation that might bring the whole scheme down, by promotion or knighthoods or initiation into the inner sanctum,

    Where they can bring a couple of kids along,
    slay them in a Marquis de Sade style orgy attended by initiates who will be forever compromised thereafter, ensuring any that got cold feet would only be guaranteeing their own murder or likely, theirs and no other prosecution by a well rehearsed system only too well aware of where the kids went.

    Initiates that pass thereafter get club membership then party preselection and rise up thru and perpetuate the whole system.
    See 25/1/ '06 Commissioner Atkinson of the Qld. Police declare there was insufficient evidence to charge one Bob Quinn a gutter Queensland politician re his attempt to bribe another member of the Queensland Parliament, despite her deposition that he had.

    We contacted Atkinson in 1994 when he was assistant commissioner after zero response from Detectives Nikola, Hepitch, Hitch, Desmond, Shields, Magnussen, Kajewski, Doyle, MacMenamin... re murder and threats on the docks.

    He laughed out loud. See Quinn then in his role as leader of the Liberal Party in the Queensland Parliament as compromised relying on a corrupt policeman to keep him out of jail while Atkinson relies on Quinn to stay off the subject of police corruption so he can remain Commissioner of Police.

    The same way Bradman could rely on his mates at the Adelaide Club to keep his activities out of the papers and out of the courts.

    1964 Port Augusta High School, a kid named Darryl Thomas has a buff manila envelope like the government uses. His body language indicate that it has some pretty sordid contents, other kids show a mixed reaction, I go over to see what he's got.

    It's photographs, the one I see is of an aboriginal girl about eight years old whose body has been severed completely in two, from about her breastbone one side to about her kidney the other side.

    The other photo's appeared similar and to have been taken with modern, circa 1964 professional photographic equipment in fact looked like official police photographs taken at a crime scene. It is on our agenda to find out more. Snuff porn in Brisbane P4&5 2001 Journal.

    In 1966 three children disappeared from an Adelaide beach. There is a judge from South Australia on my short list as to whom might be able to shed light on the Beaumont children's disappearance.

    The Hon John Ronald MANSFIELD AM
    Judge, Federal Court of Australia: 2.9.1996
    Location: Adelaide Other Commissions/Appointments:
    Australian Competition Tribunal - Deputy President
    Supreme Court of the Australian Capital Territory - Additional Judge
    Supreme Court of the Northern Territory - Additional Judge
    John Ronald Mansfield was appointed to the Federal Court of Australia in September 1996.
    Justice Mansfield graduated from the University of Adelaide with Honours and was admitted as a practitioner in 1969. Justice Mansfield was appointed Queen’s Counsel for South Australia in 1985 and Queen’s Counsel for the Northern Territory in 1988.

    He was President of the South Australian Law Society 1988-1989, President of the Law Council of Australia from 1993-1994, Chairman of the Legal Aid Committee for the Law Council of Australia from 1986-1994, Chairman of the SA Legal Services Commission 1995-1996 and Chairman of the Third Party Premiums Committee (South Australia) from 1986-1996.

    During 1991-1993 Justice Mansfield held the role as Counsel assisting the Commissioner, and later was Commissioner of the Royal Commission into the State Bank of South Australia.

    Justice Mansfield is currently the Chair of the Graduate Diploma and Legal Practice Education Committee and has held that position since 2004. He is also currently the Chair of the Art Gallery of South Australia Foundation and has held that position since 2003.

    Justice Mansfield was appointed a Member of the Order of Australia in the Queen's Birthday Honours in 2009.

    I reckon that in 1966 he would have been attending law school in Adelaide. In those days university students went for the hippy look, long hair, beads, head bands, leather sandals stuff like that.

    He would then have fitted the description of a hippy type male person with long blond hair seen cavorting with the children at Glenelg beach new years day 1966.

    The lady who provided that description to the police said she thought this persons attention to the children was unhealthy. Now all the good judge, now on the High Court in Canberra, has to do is provide photographs from that period, to see whether he did look like a hippy at that time and explain what indeed were his movements on 1/1/1966.

  5. #5
    As this update goes to the web mainstream media has security camera footage showing a gang of thugs variously described as of Middle Eastern origin numbering about eighty strong, converge upon and batter to death a member of the Australian public, on a public thoroughfare in the Sydney suburb of Cronulla.

    The way to proceed now is to use that same footage, to identify then prosecute the people that committed this crime. Then since they are of Middle Eastern origin and they aught to be familiar with the death penalty, they can get ready to die.

    This union will spearhead a campaign to prosecute to the fullest extent of the law any crime of this nature and will be making a case to the Australian people that the present administration of law allows lawyers prejudice to determine matters that should be tried by jury. go to appendix 1 story re:

    Up to fifteen Aboriginal teenagers batter to death Hoera Te Kooti aged 61 years on a public thoroughfare Ipswich Queensland 1995. Entire incident recorded on security camera footage.

    Aboriginal youths going thru the dead or dying man's pockets. One charged none convicted.
    With the result that criminals who would have been executed years before had the law been properly observed back then, now running amok on the streets on the one hand. what has become of the Ipswich fifteen since they murdered Mr Te Kooti, and running the government on the other,

    Les Smith says Peter Beattie
    blackmailed him into committing murder. Making the courts places where lawyers make money and little else. We want the death penalty restored. The great test of the constitutional government in this country will be how they handle the demands this union web site publishes. They failed at state and federal level when we approached them throughout the early 1990's re murder on the docks.

    They failed again at Ipswich. If they fail to prosecute the
    Cronulla Eighty using the miserable cowardice demonstrated by the attackers as proof that people like this if they live on after such an incident become a burden to the community either in jail or killing on the streets.

    Brisbane 1997: Taxi rank New Farm group of five young aboriginal people decide to jump ahead of me, I tell them do not go thinking they are going to jump the queue and the **** hits the fan, read below how Eric who got smashed went like he was super trashy like, well here we have the same but five.

    One slut gets in front, another comes up on my right, another my rear and two a man and a woman cut me off from the left, from the right, "look at this **** ... thinks he's white,"

    I am in fact part aboriginal, the same moll screaming filth to my front, my plan is to chop the one to the right but grab the one behind me from over my head, the two at left body language indicates that they are just gonna watch, probably already going over in their minds that their legal team will mitigate them out of serious consequences after I am murdered.

    Just then a police vehicle pulls up opposite they melt into the night, any bets that these were from the same gang that murdered Mr Te Kooti.

  6. #6
    Racism and strife at Incitec: 1998 Mincon get in touch I had worked for them previously on a dragline shutdown at Meandu Mine in 1997. That job they put us up at Kingaroy, after the boss paid the bill at the motel he tells everyone that all the work gang had accessed the pornographic movie on the in house TV except one... 'stand up Martin.'

    This time we would be at Incitec a plant which produces fertilizer from natural gas. The start date was on Thursday however since I was a new starter I would be required to attend a two hour induction at the plant training centre on the Tuesday.

    The job started all right the Mincon supervisor was Wayne Johnston who had played centre for Carlton in the 1980's. I had only briefly met him at Meandu the previous year, and was tickled pink to be working with him.

    The day we started he drove me to the car park I had taken my tools onto the job but found they were not necessary, during the drive I told him I was a footy fan and had been a fan of his, he said he had a great time playing footy he hoped the job went well, gave me his telephone number said to ring if there were any problems and we parted with a good understanding.

    Come payday I had not been paid the two hours pay for the induction thus at twenty five an hour I was fifty bucks down on my pay. I was at home when I discovered the discrepancy and rang Tom the Mincon paymaster. He was drunk and ill mannered and entirely unhelpful. At work the following day I see Ian Baxter who started with me and who attended the same induction, I asked him if he had been paid the two hours. He said that he had not but did not wish to make an issue of it.

    I ring Wayne Johnston he was full of **** he had undergone a personality change of Jeckle and Hyde proportions. I had already checked with Incitec staff who simply said no drama, the situation had existed from the year dot all Mincon had to do was include the induction payment on the bill. I tell this to Johnston he goes off his fukkin head starts...

    'Who the **** do you think you are, the shop steward or something...' I tell the prick he needs to get the money ...blah blah blah. It's smoko by then, in the smoko room Ian Baxter starts up. He comes up with a bodgey Aboriginal accent now, although I may appear to some Australians as European, I appear to others as aboriginal particularly when I am heavily bearded as I was at that time.

    I am not gonna let my poor old grandpa who died in Battery Point Hobart Town down. He assured me in 1955 that both he and me were of the Tasmanian aboriginal people, mothers father appeared to be a mainland aboriginal from South Australia her mother was from Scotland. Truth is that I am of mixed race, like Jesus Christ.

    So there's Ian referring to my choice of western style clothing going... 'is that a western style shirt...' just a hint of the word boy... 'you been out west b...' snorts are coming from around the table '...they got rodeos out there right...' just the start of sniggering. I would have reminded him that there are boxing tents as well, but it had gone beyond that, he was roc
    king back on his chair at the end of the table and was laying hard down on good ol' me.

    After Uncle Ian got to me, the school counselor told me to punch my father, I failed to, I punched the European who tried to molest me but not my father. He too would rock back on his chair at the table likewise to a chorus of snorts and chuckles, abusing me. I did not want to make the same mistake here.

    I rise from my seat and belt him under his open gob with my left following up immediately with a right to the side of his head, he is knocked off of his chair to the floor and gets up fighting, he's half way up and I land a left to his cheekbone providing him with a depressed fracture and leaving a dent in his face which he will take to the grave.

    There is no more fight in him so I resume my seat to finish smoko.
    I get the sack of course, he doesn't as security are escorting me to the gate I see the prick coming out of the canteen and belt him again.

  7. #7
    The Death Penalty brutal and tragic though it may seem, is all that protects people from those who would murder them or frame them for murder to protect a guilty party.

    1999 The Queensland prosecutor says he is to prosecute a Mister Brown in Townsville re the Murder of Judithand Susan Mackay aged five and seven years raped and murdered in 1970. We had been to the police since 1993 re this matter and told them Bob Foreman was constant in his boasting that he and no other had committed this crime.

    Mr Brown's solicitor was a woman named Lisa Macnamara we contacted her in '99, she told us she can not see any way round the problem, since Bob Foreman's name is not Bob Foreman and we do not know what his right name is, we obviously are unable to proceed.

    That is corrupt and should be enough to hang her. We had told her it was the name he used at work and had been the name he used as a professional boxer,
    that he does not deny that both he and his car were at the crime scene the day the children died and that he fits the description of a man seen talking to the girls at the school bus stop on the morning of the day they disappeared.

    Nevertheless as she insisted brusquely and with superb woman's logic, she would be unable to proceed further on that point, and hung up the phone.
    The jury in Mr Brown's trial threw the crown case out finding him not guilty, after a petrol station attendant who saw the girls crying in a car the day they disappeared in company with a man who stopped to get fuel, positively stated that Mr Brown was not the driver.

  8. #8
    Port Adelaide 1975 to '77 working on the docks there and intermittently arrested for drunkenness, see over the period of those years posted inside the door of the counter room at the Port Adelaide watch house, a large scale identikit likeness of a man wanted for abduction of children. Brisbane July 16 1987:

    Dennis Raymond Ferguson is arrested at a Brisbane motel naked with vaseline on his body, in company with a girl six and her two brothers aged seven and eight years.

    A jury finds him guilty of a total of thirteen charges including child stealing, indecently dealing with children and gross indecency. He and another man had traveled from Sydney to Brisbane with the children without their mothers knowledge or consent. In '88, when one saw the TV footage of him being led from the court, one immediately recognized him from the identikit in the Port Adelaide watch house.

    On February 16 1989 The Adelaide Advertiser states that Detective Nikola of the Qld police had been contacted by someone who claimed to have recognized a suspect in a missing child investigation from an identikit picture he had seen years before, a Detective Tom Ferguson from the SA major crime squad said he was sceptical.

    I contacted Nikola in '94 and told him I wanted to say in court that Bob Foreman admitted guilt in my presence over a number of years and on numerous occasions to raping and murdering Judith and Susan. Nikola did not even bat an eyelid.

    The Advertiser story then became convoluted,
    as did the SA side of the effort when we contacted them in '02 after Ferguson was released and again on TV, and again I recognized him as I had in '88 when he was sentenced, as the man in the Port Adelaide identikit.

    We say that whoever contacted Nikola in '89 had, like we had connected Ferguson with the aforementioned identikit,
    and that Detective Ferguson in Adelaide who knows full well what is going on, using his hard worked copper act to keep the truth from coming out protecting a child murder operation with its roots in the Adelaide Club. We will keep working on this story.

  9. #9
    The floggings and bashings continued till in 1959 after school
    one day my father is choking, flogging, and bashing me, I am beginning to black out and know he is killing me, I land a left to his face and feel a squishing sensation as I land a right to his gob area and kick him, no use blackout.

    Come around can not move or shake off the blackness, black out again. Just like walking thru a stage curtain I step onto a path, white decomposed granite edged with grey blue stone,
    the path is undulating between hills of cotton wool texture along comes a man leading a horse, I ask him if he knows where the path leads and he assures me that he does.

    I wait for him to move off planning to make my own way when he tells me that he has come for me, I tell him that I have a feeling that I will have to go back, he glances in the direction I came from and tells me I wont be going back, which is great news to me and brightens me up considerably.

    I ask if it is his horse and does it have a name, he tells me it is and his name is Bukephalus, after a little more chit chat he lifts me up onto the horse who, he tells me, will take me the rest of the way, before I take off on the horse I remember to ask him his name he says, 'Ah-Leg-Xander,' I ask him to take it slower, he says 'Alexander.'

    The horse took me slowly at first then at a full gallop, me hanging on to its mane along the path which ceased at a pair of open arched gates framed by the same pearl blue grey stone that had bordered the path.
    Here the horse indicated I should dismount and galloped back, as he left so too did the path recede, the gates appeared then to be floating in space like the door drifting in space in the TV series The Twilight Zone.

    The outer view was as for a winter's night the stars of the milky way and the constellation Sagittarius. One star appeared to be moving and resolved into the figure of a man striding along a path similar to the one I had been on, he was middle height aged in his early twenties, with light olive skin and dark hair, he was lightly bearded and had long legs, he was attired similar to Alexander in a home spun smock affair tied at the waist and sandals, Pisces. He draws near and says, 'Martin I'm Jesus,'

    He gestured with his right hand down and to his right my gaze following his gesture, I saw my body on the floor of the bedroom I shared with my brother, my Mother had just walked into the room and seen my body and is screaming the house down, like she is making a performance, shrieking... Jesus says, 'you can stay with me or you can go back...' I tell him, '...I will go back,'

    Then instead of looking at him I am looking at the grey linoleum on the bedroom floor. I am just pushing myself up on to my hands when Mother comes in looks at me says nothing and walks out, then Father comes in, looks and walks out.

    Things stay about the same, about ten days later both parents get stuck into me Mum urging him on, read above re coons in Brisbane, here was the same coon filth from my Mother urging Father on to batter me at eight years of age. Later that year Father would present me with the bodies of aborted twins to dispose of in a backyard incinerator, I had spoken up in their favor when Mother had announced she was off to have an abortion.

    After this flogging I am lying in bed when I hear a voice calling my name I don't answer, again I hear my name called and again I don't answer, then think I should have answered, he calls my name again, I say '...whose that,' he says '...God.' Next night the same voice calls, I say ' said you were God,' he says '...I am.'

    This repartee goes on for a while then he asks me if there was anything I wanted to know, I ask him if there is a hell, he says there is then asks if there was anything at all he could do for me, I tell him I would like a guided tour of hell please.

  10. #10
    Wanker runs school for scabs in Gove, Tia Dargaville introduced
    himself in Gove when he told me in the crib room at lunch time, I had been on the job about four days, that he thought all Aussies were cowards, he's mumbling this **** for a while then starts mumbling '...bring it on.'

    Earlier that day on the way back to the scaff yard
    Benny Ratahi had stuck his finger up his nose produced a fair sized lump of black **** held it under my nose then after about twenty seconds asks '...what do you think of that.' Working out on the wharf I find a fishing reel and some bait, I bait up and throw in ten minutes later I check the line, no fish and still baited,

    A Mouri bloke one of the crew men on the tugs comes up tells me that I am out there to work, not to go fishing. '... yeah righto mate' I tell him, presently Tony Williams the team leader arrives and gets up me for fishing. I know that I am among scabs thugs and dogs.

    In about June I am elected co-delegate and attend with Dana the delegate, a combined union meeting comprising the maintenance staff as well as construction personnel on the G3 expansion then underway.

    The issue was a detectable level of mercury had produced a spike in a test reading. The test had been conducted some weeks before, had been restricted to one only water cooler on site and the matter had been rectified, likewise weeks before and was for all intents and purposes ancient history.

    The matter became an issue when someone scrutinized the report sheet that is issued from time to time on site and decided that mileage may be made over the fact that no alarm had been sent when the spike was discovered, so here we were in a combined meeting.

    Listening to debate ... 'we are not taking this ****... they can fly the water in from Darwin...' this crap goes on for a while then I put my two bob's worth in. I tell them not to panic, there is nothing wrong with the water there never was, on a bauxite site mercury contamination exists throughout the whole site, the fact that a mercury spike showed up in test data indicated a bit of dust or something had got into the system.

    That the hospital had taken no extra measures, neither had the aboriginal community,
    at this point heckling and slander had broken out a Mouri guy in the crowd starts screaming '... whose this ****...' at this point I tell him that I am not a **** and for him to address me that way rendered him liable to getting smashed in the mouth, he says '...wha... what the ****...'

    Read above about Eric at Newlands Mine and the coons in Brisbane, same **** different day, he says '... you're an old man, you're not worth bashing,' I say '...hop up here we'll see who is an old man.'

    We have a day and a half off, the dispute had no merits and was a power play by the meeting's organizers.
    Up until this time the major drama apart from racism on site consisted of smoking in the twin cab company vehicles used on site.

    As an employees elected representative the most requests I got were from workers who were made ill constantly day after day and in response to the same persons smoking in the vehicles. I told them at duly constituted employees meetings: It was against Civil Law, company policy, and site rules and the union policy was that any departure from site rules constituted a breach,

    Thus anyone sacked, reprimanded, disciplined, or served notice as a result of smoking in a non smoking area had no case at all. Month after month the same ones did not care about anything, their mates going home crook after breathing smoke in a twin cab all day.
    I try to get the safety officer on side, about all I knew about him was his chortling and chuckling when he showed photographs of deceased workmates which are included in incident reports when a fatality occurs in the industry.

    Re smoking he said it was OK provided there were no non smokers in the vehicle, the supervisors approach, he was a Dutchman was the same. During this debate a black guy from Mackay in Queensland spat a big blob of slag out of his mouth just where I would have to put my foot when I got out of the vehicle, the next day he was rude to me so I warned him about his manners.

    Someone else said it was only courtesy that you did not smoke when there are non smokers in the truck, I say that courtesy consisted of not farting in the truck, site rules on the other hand were concerned with smoking. This debate raged in October my two workmates Darryl Russell and Joe Guzara turned on me at work, Joe threatened me with a hammer then went berserk attacking a scaffolding wedge all the time frothing at the mouth, he's fukkin stone mad.

    The other turd had asked me what his leave entitlements were, his mother in law was in an old peoples home in Port Augusta a new wing was being built just where her bed was. She'd taken a bit of a turn, he told me and was he able to get leave. I reckon he went down and finished her off.

    This prick like Joe, different personality every day. Next gang first day Daniel Macintyre lights up in the cab. I tell him he is not allowed to smoke in the vehicle he says '...says who.' I tell the Dutch super that his duty of care to provide me with a safe working place has not been met and in that case I will be leaving the site.

    Off site I ring the union talk to Frank Chambers who says Marina Williams State Secretary will be in Gove later that day and will be on site the following day. He agrees with me that the situation at Kaefer Scaffolding was scabbing and was critical.

    Marina Williams tells me on the phone 1 November 2005 that I was correct to make a stand re smoking, and that the smokers were scabs,
    is aghast re the Safety Officer's and the Supervisor's assertion that smoking was OK in vehicles except if there were non smokers... assures me that she will ring Brian Keenan the head man at Kaefer, insist that site safety rules are obeyed, and see to it that I was paid for the time I was off the job since it was a safety issue. She says she will be on site the next day and she will see me then.

    That day Rod Welsh the scab leading hand from the previous day says I wont be working with him and he will smoke just when and where he feels like it. Pete Dargaville whose brother reckons all Aussies are cowards tells me that he wont be working with me, another scab who I have taken a collection up for, $ 651.00 plus card since I had seen him he had lost his possessions in a house fire, is giving me the cold shoulder.

    A few months before he had been full of **** on the job making one wait for him while he went through a bonding session with one of his bum buddy scab mates. I
    pull him up about it he tells me to get over it, and undergoes a personality change when I challenge him. Says he thought putting **** on me was OK since he thought I was a space cadet. I do not know what a space cadet is but I know Gus Brooker is a scab.

    Marina Williams had not got in touch with Brian Keenan the boss as she said she would, I ring the union Frank tells me to stay cool, Marina was gonna be on the job later that day, she had already endorsed the stand I took as delegate, had assured both he and I that we were right and she would remedy things ASAP.

    A good man at work tells me that he wants to work with me, he walked one hundred and ninety kilometers after his car broke down four years before, and had backed up with a ninety K walk a few months before I met him, he had given his shirt to his mate who was barefooted to put on his feet. Other good men concur... so I stay there all day, despite there being scabs on the job, the wanker who ran the place a morbidly obese man, so named because the only time you would see him on site was when he was heading to the latrines, penthouse magazine in hand for his daily wank,

    Has the temerity at the end of the day to hand me a notice saying I had left the site the previous day without going thru the disputes resolution procedure outlined in the workplace agreement. Now there's a wanker for you, this dispute had been going for months. I tell him I will be guided by the union response, and not to expect me back until he has sorted out the matter of scabs on the job.

    I ring Marina Williams she has had a personality change says she knows of no place where the union forbids smoking in vehicles, I tell her union policy is that site rules are obeyed, that I will not be going onto the site while there are scabs on the job which does not mean,
    as I succinctly tell her that I am demanding any persons dismissal, just in case the wanker reckons I am.

    An apology for being scabs will do as long as a commitment is received from all scabs that is all who just go ahead and light up that their ways are changed, she makes a sort of a snorting animal sound becomes intelligible and is gone from the phone. Next day Shane Cotton the wanker rings, tells me he wants me back at work I tell him to ring back when he has sorted out the matter of scabs at work.

    Brian Keenan rings the same thing, I tell him I will go back when he can guarantee a smoke free workplace as is guaranteed under the terms of my hire, and that I wont be working while there are scabs on the job. That afternoon Marina Williams returns my calls, she tells me I will have to provide a written statement...etc read above about Lisa Macnamara's input re a double murder investigation. Here was the same feminine logic.

    One problem honey, reticence in a scab affair from a trade union official is scabbing just as reticence in a murder investigation by a lawyer is prosecuted as conspiracy, I tell her that. I know my job is gone, I ring Cotton tell him I want to return to work the next day I want to convene a meeting etc he says no.

    There's scabs for you Geoff Hoani is the new and scab delegate he was a scab the day he came onto the job smoking in the vehicles and a scab the day I left it.

  11. #11
    This document calls Australia to Islam to wage war in defense of human life, and warns the guilty their lives are forfeit in accordance with AL-ISLAM, on which basis it is expected that executions will be numbered in hundreds of thousands, anticipating the demise of virtually the entire medical, political and law enforcement establishments in this country.

    This is in response to genocide that has been carried out in abortion clinics, and to murder on the streets.AL-ISLAM is fealty or fidelity to the law of God. It anticipates the fulfillment of the prophesy of Jesus Christ, that "children shall rise up against their parents and shall put them to death," and heralds a new age of human history.1997

    Those who live by Islam, as did Jesus of N
    azareth and before him the prophet Abraham, who built the Kaba in the Arabian city of Mecca, an edifice toward which the faithful or those with fealty to God's law turn during prayers, are called Moslems.

    Moslems are commanded by God to wage war upon those who first wage war upon them, the killings now taking place in this country within the abortion/euthanasi
    a industry are acts or warfare upon the people of Australia.

    The Queensland and Australian governments should view this document as an ultimatum. They have only a certain time to get their act together and respond to the demands made herein.

    That they get down to the nitty gritty of prosecuting the killer doctors, and the police, and the politicians who have committed, or facilitated, or neglected their duty, as police or as state employees, to investigate or prosecute, crimes a
    gainst humanity, abortion/euthanasia.

    Then lets just see who gave you all the right to cull the population .
    You all suicidals who want to enter hell with your local GP holding your hand, will just have to resort to tried and true methods that have succeeded in days past, you might like to stretcha rope to the rafters of your dwelling and hang yourselves.

    You coppers might as well load up the trusty service revolver, insert the barrel into your gob, and squeeze the trigger, since your fate is just as certain under the strictures of Islamic law.

    Because the Moslem is instructed to proceed in the following way, such forces committed to Islam will advance on premises where genocide is taking place, there all persons on the premises will be arrested on capital charges that will be heard under Islamic jurisdiction.

    As arrests are taking place it is anticipated that abortion staff will contact police, such police that turn up armed,
    and attempt to thwart arrests will be fired upon, rocket and artillery fire will be directed at police vehicles and buildings, the Australian revolutionary war will have begun.1996.

  12. #12
    COON ALERT 6 August 2006: The precinct between Upper Bowen Terrace including the fence line leading to the pedestrian underpass under the Story Bridge and following the footpath to the new work at Petrie Bight is unsafe: Last week young man found unconscious and barely alive at bottom of cliff. Sounds like the work of coons, recall recent similar crimes:

    Missing Austrian student, Fortitude Valley: Police are seeking the publicís assistance to help locate a 28-year-old Austrian student who has not been seen since early Friday morning.

    Rene Peter Ulz was last seen outside the Birdie Num Num nightclub in Gipps Street, Fortitude Valley about 12.45am on Friday 23 March, about 3am a friend of Mr Ulzís contacted him on his mobile. At this time Mr Ulz stated he was lost however he would try and get home to his unit in Russell Street, West End, Mr Ulz failed to return home and has not been seen or heard from since.

    Brisbane: Friday 13 April 2007. The body of Rene Peter Ulz was found on inaccessible private property at the bottom of high cliffs at New Farm, darkies frequent that place and it is common for them to throw people from the cliff tops.

    Murder: Black boy attacks and kills sleeping white man, his companion steals the dead mans shoes. Trust a black boy, no fukken way, this matter went to court last week, he got eight years. 2002 aboriginal murders two white teenagers in Rockhampton:

    He had gone to their home and invited the victims to go bushwalking and murdered them both, he never faced the courts his prior mental illness taken into consideration.

    There has been a suggestion that this murderer has been released from custody, along with Paul Gabriel who brutally murdered a young woman on the gold coast. Two weeks ago he was taking coffee at an up market coffee house with his mother a couple of blocks from where he committed the murder.

    Hoera te Kooti murder update: A copy of the security camera footage showing the coons going thru the dead mans pockets will go onto this page as soon as we get it.

    Breaking News: 1 Feb 2006 Three men of Middle Eastern origin sought re brutal and cowardly attack on lone man adjacent to Mosque in Sydney: Want to bet these are from the same gang of wogs that murdered the man in the street at Cronulla.

    When are there gonna be murder charges laid re the Cronulla attack. Speedy the wog that led the attack, easily identified on the Cronulla footage as well as on earlier footage where he attacked a TV newsman outside of a court.

    Two fat wog boys at the back in the Cronulla footage they should be easy enough to identify when are they gonna be in court on murder charges.

    4.40 am New Farm, adjacent to Union HQ: Woman screams and screams, screaming ' me help me...' screaming interrupted as mans voice heard then silence. Police investigate... report a woman woke to find intruder who decamped. Will keep updating both stories.

    Update: January 2006 Cronulla: 80 strong gang of wogs murder man on street: as with the te Kooti footage this tape will go onto this site when we get it.

    As with the fifteen who murdered Mr te Kooti the union campaign that is currently underway here re this matter, will not be considered a success until those fifteen, and the eighty or so who murdered the unknown man on the street in Cronulla are dead, hanged at the same location the crimes took place. The same for Gabriel and for the aboriginal man who murdered the two teenagers in Rockhampton, and for the black boys who killed a sleeping man.

    Breaking News 6 August 2006: Israeli man murdered on the street in Cronulla: more work of wogs by the sound of things.

    Sometime around 1970 someone got it into their heads to kill the Aussies and bring wogs, niggers, fukken cannibal scabs and slopeheads, and fukken asians into this country, well these are the dead Aussies.

    My name is Martin Timothy and I intend to avenge these deaths. Have a look at the wogs, their country is ruled by divisiveness and hatred, check the Asians in Sri Lanka, the Brits brought them there as indentured workers in the nineteenth century, they are now waging a genocidal war against the host population for their own homeland.

    Check the cold faced Asian trash in Murwillumbah, I have an aboriginal man in the car, I'm on my way to Nimbin to buy marijuana, he's just out of the nick on his way to visit rellies in that place.

    The Indian lady is crossing the street in Mur'bah, I stop at the pedestrian crossing she has two small children with painted faces, I have gold teeth and I give this lady a 24 carat smile, she scowls. How long will it be before these black ****s wage war for their homeland here.

    Nineties, I go to the pub in the Valley there is an African pommie chick behind the bar, I tell her that I am the only man that did not scab on two union jobs, that is now three union jobs, the P&D's in 1991, the BLF at Bell's yard in '96, and the AWU at Kaefer Scaffolding in Gove in 2005.

    I tell her that the other workers from those jobs she would meet in the Valley were scabs, and that trade unionists had been murdered intermittently throughout Australia and in Brisbane, and that I was the only man demanding these murders be properly investigated, for which cause I was being ostracized, and had been labeled a union grass in a Sunday newspaper.

    She turned on me in a big way, I hear a voice say... STRIKE ONE! In the Brisbane suburb of Annerly, an African lady is crossing the street, I stop at the intersection and at the same time a toothy 24 carat smile is on my face... she scowls... the same voice says... STRIKE TWO!

    In New Farm I am on my way to the gym, I had been taking the 9.00 am fitness class for a couple of weeks, I was feeling good and kindly disposed, an African lady had been on the bus stop for a few days running, I land a twenty four carat smile on her and by God she scowled, the same voice... STRIKKKE THREEE!

    And niggers are out of my vision from that day to this, In a cross road situation they remain in my peripheral vision as black shapes and therefore and as it is, all niggers look the same to me and sure by Christ they all act the same, the ones I see on TV and on the internet make me puke.

    The fascist search engine Wikpedia says that this union was dissolved in 1993 I will now set the record straight: The Painters and Dockers Union was deregistered in 1993. SECTION 298: Australian Industrial Relations Act 1988: CONSEQUENCES OF CANCELLATION OF REGISTRATION:

    The cancellation of the registration of an organization under this Act has the following consequences: (a) The organization ceases to be an organization under this Act but does not because of the cancellation cease to be an association... We keep going. 6 August 2006

  13. #13
    From: allan payne
    Wednesday, August 16, 2006 11:03 PM


    I didn't think you you could or would be such a racist ****, seems like you have it in for all c***ns, w*gs, Asians, Middle Eastern people from where ever. Well **** you. There goes the respect I had for you. Al Still in Gove (luvin it still)

    Al, I have decided to publish your email, I have noted the lateness of the hour and know of your fondness for beer. I have edited the offensive comment, my credibility depends on truth, for you to use such inciting language in an email accusing me of racism much surely test your credibility.

    It remains however that the stand I took at work was correct. Crime is there to be fought, so is scabbing. I am a one man trade union and crime fighter, I will not work with scabs, if I did my credibility would vanish from that time onward.

    From day one at Gove in January 2005 I was made aware that the stench of tobacco smoke during work hours in company vehicles was a major problem, and had been a source of continuing and ongoing distress to those sections of the community who were made physically ill, to the point that they had gone home from work, either as casual employees without pay or as permanents, using their entitled sick leave, when they wanted to be working.

    It is an industrial enormity that an employee would so prejudice his workmates income and health, read about second hand tobacco smoke at close range, then read about cancer, then read the obits. Then read about thuggery from the same direction the tobacco smoke came. Scabs in Gove below.

    In the case in question only days after I had been on the job, I raised the matter during question time at a prestart employees meeting, wherein safety issues or any other matters pertinent to the day to day activities of such a major industrial establishment can be brought to the attention of relevant personnel.

    The reply from Supervisor George Deelstra was that smoking was OK in such circumstances as for instance when all the occupants were smokers, he said if you had a problem tell the smokers about it, and they would likely stop.
    He neglected the fact that site policy enforced by instant disciplinary measures stated that smoking was not permitted in company vehicles.

    So on and until Melbourne Cup day 2005 as Magyve Diva sprinted past the post at Flemington, George Deelstra was driving me off site at Gove.

    The scabs were having their day. I was delegate by then, I had told him I was stopping work because the twin cab was full of tobacco smoke, his response was that I sit in the crib room until he could find someone who would work with me. I told him that was an unsatisfactory response, and he could phone me when he could guarantee I would be working in a tobacco smoke free environment.

    What went on is major cause scabbing. I intend to cause all industrial activity on the Gove Peninsular to halt. M.

    More Feedback: Scab Darryl Russell, who with his scab mate Joe Guzara turned on me at work in October '05, rings screaming abuse, he reckons he is gonna come around and huff and puff and blow my house down, I tell him he will find me a lot harder to kill than an old lady in a nursing home... Ho hum another day in the anti scab office, and down the street badass Pacific Islanders,

    Saturday 11 November 2006: six young people in two cars stop and attack and nearly kill a young white Australian around noon Lutwich Rd Brisbane they are described as being of Pacific Island descent.

    17 Nov.'06.We want convictions. and badassed aboriginals, snarling Africans and racist Asian shopkeepers. There's abortion for you, the kids they killed in this country predominantly white Aussies. And now emboldened by the lack of white numbers these are comin' in for the kill, on the street and in the industrial workplace.

    Anybody who thinks that I am a racist should know that I am not, indeed many of my best girlfriends have been black or aboriginal or both, in matters of love and matters that exist, a stiff prick is the best bridge between the races, that's what I have found anyways.

    In March 2006 I get a job on a construction site near Middlemount in Queensland, first day inductions next day about one hour onto the job a mug named Steve Davis gets involved, he was a mate of the scab Rod Welsh, he tried throwing his weight around chesting me like thug footballers do in the AFL, weighing up the situation, here was I one hour onto a job after leaving the previous job cause I was not going to work with scabs.

    Watch footage of AFL footballers with their hands at their sides walking up and shirtfronting their opposite number, this is what this jerk was doing to me, all sorts of things flash thru ones mind, sackings at Incitec and Newlands for fighting, read below, instructions re retaliation in Koran.

    He is shirtfronting me and abusing and threatening me to the effect that he is gonna do this and that to me, I spit into his left earhole then drive my left fist, left hook style right into his filthy scab mouth. Another urger looks as if he wants to get involved and that would not have been a problem either.

    Later the delegate and the foreman want to know what happened, I tell the truth, they say he does not want to go on with it, I say that's fine, I tell them that this sort of thing has been following me around and that I was ostracized in Western Australia..

    I had given a bloke named Mick Burne a print copy of the 2001 Union Journal.
    He had approached me with some patent medicine literature, he turned on me, at work no one works with me, Joe Guzara says he's spreading slanders about me, Laurie Di Bari says he does not want me in his gang screaming out I'm a dobber, Adelaide man throws a bucket at me at the prestart meeting screaming f*** off, Greek Jim from Cyprus shrieking f*** off we don't want to work with you.

    I decide things have gone far enough I tell Di Bari, he was the Supervisor, that any more dobber talk and he will get a backhander that will put his head into orbit, Mick Burne jumps in and in his thick Irish brogue says " I'm callin you a dobber, you dobbed on your mates on the docks'..."

    I'm lining him up to give him a flogging and he is ducking and weaving in and out of some structural members on the gridmesh level on the Burrup Peninsular in Western Australia, Train 4 WEL LNG Project working for Chicago Bridge and Iron, CB&I March 2004. I was maneuvering him into position when he starts screaming "Assault... he's assaulted me..."

    At the subsequent hearing I am more or less exonerated I had not in fact assaulted him, but I was not allowed to work with anyone else because they were concerned I would beat them up or some such, I protest and eventually they say, well finish up. On that job after that incident, heaps of blokes came up and said they wanted me to work with them, like other decent like minded people had in Gove.

    Since we are on th
    e subject of scabs in Gove: Scaffold erected by Kaefer Scaffolding in Gove since Melbourne Cup Day 2005 has been erected by scab labor. Similarly the personnel Tony Williams and Frank Juhas scab team leaders, smoking in vehicles on site contrary to site rules, and thus the union rule that says there is no defense for a breach of site rules, George Deelstra who was a scab supervisor,

    Scab safety officer K
    en Blaney who hopped into his company ute on site, stuck a fag in his gob and lit up, after storming out of a meeting after I as delegate had requested assistance re this matter, after I had been approached by other members re smoke in the twincabs.

    Dana Petre who was scab delegate, flagrantly thumbing their nose at the rules that said no smoking in worktrucks. The scabs who ambushed me race day led by a filthy dog named Daniel Macintyre who lit up in the cab with his scab mate Rodney Welsh as his backstop then the following day when Pete Dargaville said he was not working with me and Martin Csertu and Tony Williams lit up in the cab.

    Well boys the problem is that when I stopped work and told Deelstra that he as Supervisor should be aware that my workplace was unsafe in that the twincab was full of tobacco smoke, that indeed initiates a safety issue wherein I am paid until such time as it is safe, thus and free from tobacco smoke. So as of this date 17 August 2006 it would appear that I am owed around ten months pay.

    There's scabs for you: The scabs Tony Williams and Rodney Welsh are both former dockers, Williams from the Newcastle branch and Welsh from the Geelong and Melbourne branch.

  14. #14
    Members Report: 3 July 2008

    Dean Dowden is our latest new member, Dean lives in Newcastle NSW and works for a demolition company, he's welcome aboard, we are gonna get Associate Membership certificates printed as soon as the computer wants to play ball.

    26 June 2008:
    Vale Comrade: Micah Beckett ...his sister rang in July 2005 and said our former member Micah had passed away, I worked with him in Newcastle in 1979 when his dad Ernie, who was previously a union rigger at Cairncross Dock in Brisbane, was Foreman at Corrosion Control a Newcastle marine contracting company.

    I was sequestered from another job one Saturday in May that year, to go to a CC job on a ship in Newcastle Harbor, Micah was driving the crane my job was to unsling the loads on shore.

    Later that day I was off to play football with Wallsend an Australian Rules team in the Hunter Valley league, Mike was going to play Rugby in the local league, so toward lunch time we all wanted get the job done and get along, to that end Ernie's wife and daughter had brought lunch down with them in the car, so I was out on the wharf when along came this car with a beautiful girl about fourteen years old and her Mum.

    When we talked on the phone I recalled that Ernie had passed on some years before, and that his brother Alfie who had also been in Newcastle and Brisbane had gone ...Both were great union men, Ernie was known for his excellent on job acumen and know how, while Alfie was a"Dockies Dockie," first with a cheerful remark a great host in Newcastle, and a great gentleman on the job and everywhere else.

    I wanna welcome a new members, Belinda Hamilton-Smith,and Joshua Bennetts and thank them for signing up, as well as gazette two new life members in Colin Ball and Tracy Phillips.

    Col was part the nucleus of workers employed in the Brisbane ship building and repair yards that were de unionized in 1993, he stuck with the union thru thick and thin and still occasionally works in the industry.

    Tracy lost both hands when a parcel bomb that was addressed to her husband Billy exploded in 1969, she was a stalwart similarly thru thick and thin, after police and government sanctioned coercion from murderous anti social scab elements, had caused a crisis in membership.

    Josh is a rigger in the ship building and ship repair industry in New South Wales, Belinda is a second generation member, her father John Wlodarczyk was a member murdered in 1975.

  15. #15
    This union was formed in 1900 to protect the interests of workers in the maritime group of industries, in 1993 the union was deregistered under S 193 of the Australian Industrial Relations Act, which requires unions with fewer than 10,000 members to convince the Industrial Commission that special circumstances exist that justify their continued registration.

    The fact that this union is the cultural and economic heritage of generations of Australians, was not deemed a special circumstance by the Industrial Commissioner, while the campaign waged within the the organization to increase membership was met with thuggery, violence and murder.

    By becoming an associate member you will be taking an active stand against strong arm, bully boy tactics, details of your associate membership will be presented to the Industrial Commission in petition form when the union makes application for re-registration.

    Associate Membership is free, upon re registration dues will be charged at the rate of one dollar per month, plus two dollars per year voluntary Funeral Fund contribution, augmented when any member dies with a two dollar voluntary contribution to the Funeral Fund.

    Similarly associate membership does not have voting privileges, when the union applies to the industrial commission for re registration all associate members will be counted as financial members, and will be asked to attend meetings where all positions will be declared vacant prior to new elections.
    Application for Associate Membership of the Federated Ship Painters and Dockers Union of Australia, Queensland Branch.

    Oath of Fealty: This union having been formed to advance the interests of the profession to which I belong, and fully approving of its rules and objects, I hereby ascribe my name as a member and declare my fealty to same.

    Call the union on + 61 7 3358 1839, or email

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