timtufuga's Journal in January 2006
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I have some recent blogs on http://www.myspace.com/timtufuga, as well as the usual http://www.spaces.msn.com/members/timtufuga. I am in Browns Plains at the Work Directions jobsearch website which ought to facilitate some jobsearch avenues for jobseekers. As yet I have not found any proper jobleads from this service apart from Work for the Dole workleads. In other words we are still be directed into the institutionalisation process of being enslaved into a system that would perpetuate the underclass status of residualised Australians, New Zealanders, I refer specifically to the Work and Income New Zealand and their services which is also culpable for perpetuating the residualised status of many of its own citizens. In Australia, the Centrelink and its de-regulated job search system is a perpetual systems failure that would move around poor people in the deck chairs in their institutional cargo hold in their Titanic. The Liberal-National incumbency has been found guilty of institutionally repressing its own citizens by public policy formulation that purports to assist residualised No-Hopers throughout the community. Instead, these people are given work for the dole schemes, a euphemism for forced enslavement for below the award wages conditions for equal work for certain workers. These people are forced into a visualised structured oppressive regime that re-enforces inequitous relationships throughout the community. The dole bludgers as it were are made to feel guilty for being unemployed and perpetually denied equal opportunities throughout their community. The less fortunate amongst the community are marginalised and targeted as potential penal institution clients. The rest are given their SOMA (Huxley 'Brave New World' analogy for 'self denial') this placebo for repression is religious sectarianism, racism, and visualised scapegoatism, so as to maintain the status quo of inequity. The usual denial of distributive justice is therefore considered institutionalised through the process of competition and rivalry that would include foul play with peoplehacking into peoples intellectual properties so as to distort, disrupt, disinform, misinform, miseducate and to deny people their true essence of qualitative achievement as may be considered as meritocratically due. IN thhis instyance of unfair competition we have the age old democratic distortion process which we would consider as the tyranny by the masses scenario targeting minority groups throughout any given community which will inflict a particularly democratically sanctioned tyranny that would oppress the marginalised and to vindicate the many. hence, the Pauline Hanson phenomena would resonate the voices of the silent majority to voice their discontent of the scapegoated few. The age old prejudices continue and we are left with having to steady our ship and to endure the paroxysms of community vilification and inimical treatment. Until we blog again. Tim Tufuga from Work Directions Australia. 17th January, 2006. |
Yet another attempt at posting on Zorpia.
Saturday,Jan 7 2006, 02:38:06 PM (Last updated: Saturday,Jan 7 2006, 02:39:19 PM)
I have been trying to post something on this Zorpia journal and find that a virus is erasing my blogs. In the meantime I hae survived the New Years and have been at home for the festive season having a very quiet time alone with only my sister for company. we both had a very quiet Christmas and New Years day. My sister had her thirty ninth birthday at home and we both celebrated it alone. She has never had a family of her own and has had a very tragic year in 2005, However, at least we have survived the year right? Which is more than I can say about those people dying on the roads here in Queensland, suicide carnage in Iraq, and natural disasters everywhere, etc, therefore, life could be worse right? Not by much heh? In the meantime, I have been cycling all over Brisbane on my road bike, dodging Semi-trailers and trucks and madmen car drivers who obviously have never rbeen on a bike in their lives not knowing what it really is like having to share the road with cars and articualted vehicles. It is almost as bad as being in a schoolyard full of bullies and having to give your lunchmoney to some arsehole who is hogging the road. yesterday some sucker on a bike was bowled over by a bus in Brisbane and was killed instantly. I was also in the area on my bike as well and was fortunate not to be amongst the road toll for the period in Queensland, the deathtoll on the roads thus far is seventeen since the festive season began. I am still dodging traffic and enoying the physical fitness that comes with riding everywhere. I nolonger have a car anymore since some pricks keep on tampering with it and when I complain to the Queensland Police they turn a blind eye, alluding accussingly to them, the Queensland Policemen, as the source of my miseries. The Queensland police service have always considered myself, and my family, being my late mother, my sister, and I, as the acquired targets for quasi-Jewish scapegoatism to which we can only assume is racially, patriarchically, and xenophobically reasoned as correct and justly deserved. So, I need not delve into it any further least I acquire an unnecessary persecution complex from years of negligence and institutional mistreatment in an overt example of state sactioned statutory rape...ie, 'deprivation of liberty', and institutional repression of both my sister and I. I am not even an Australian citizen and yet I have been repressed and I feel that I am mandatorily detained by the welfare state regime in a reverse xenophobic repression stifling the enemies of the National front fascist regime surreptitiously teaching me a very valuable lesson in life. http://www.spaces.msn.com/members/timtufuga I have some more overt transparencies regarding my interesting existence in beautiful one day perfect the next, Queensland recollections. I have lived here for a qurter of a century now, on and off in between my overseas travels, in which I seldom ever travel anymore since I was entrapped as a veritable Australian convict... My recollection of Australian convictry history has augured well for my assimilation into Australian culture. They will turn me into a legendary Australian Bushranger yet? In the meantime, my fellow ockers, happy new year and I hope to survive into the next new year with all body and soul intact. |
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