I have been bombarded with messages from a Miss Linda Mehi who always writes to offer a share of millions of dollars from her African country for disbursement in Australia, provided that I pay for legal fees in the thousands. What kind of a schmuck does she take me for???

I have written countless times and have blocked her as many times over the net and yet she still emails me with the same message over and over and over and over again. Spamming by ultra right wing White Knights, as the usual suspects is concerned, ( ie, or just QPS officers) has been amazing and oh so predictable. 

For the record though, I am still physically and mentally well and I have had the occassional Samoan (catholic, no doubt, trying to give me a message about leaving the neighbourhood). Then there are the usual whites/Asiatics/Aborigines, etc, who have all had a go at me some time in the past. 

I am still training well for my next triathlon and I have had many close encounters with vehicles on the road but still I have been fortunate. 

It is all quiet in the Crestmead front though. Ther Logan City Council are veritable pests with some council workers shit stirring around my house teasing me with bus stops signs on my lawn and then refusing to erase the graffiti in front of my fence at the bustop portion of my lawns. I saw the disdainful glare in the eyes of the council workers when they drove alongside my house and look down at me from their LCC truck, then drove off and I could hear the muttering to themselves, "He's a BOONG".  It was as if I had AIDS or something and therefore I did not deserve any respect by WHITE AUSTRALIA.

But, it happens heh. We just have to grit it and bear it, even if it does irate me inside then I think about the pleasure I feel and what it really enrages them even more is when we just remain here, in the neighbourhood, unmoved by their petty antics of INSTITUTIONAL BURNING CROSSES!

But, for a more accurate summation of my views on the racial issue. I do not represent White power, or Black power, for that matter, or anything that is not representative of me, Mr. Tim Tufuga, an ex-patriate Kiwi, of Samoan ethnicity, who has lived in Australia for 2/3 of his life thus far. I do not even belong to any institution such as a religious denomination simply because of my enlightened atheism which has debunked my parent's religious virtues and shortcomings. I only render respect for religious institutions for the cultural significant roles, and functions, religious institutions plays upon my cultural heritage and that is about all. The rest is merely facile pretense, and social decorum, everyone knows that. 

I am a threat to the above status quo of continuity, of stability, and the perceived certainty associated with clerical institutions. It is a rtuth which I have to bear as well since the death of my late mothher.

My late mother was adherent of the virutous merits of her faith, and how this had played a crucial part in nurturing her offsprings, to live a more virtuous life, even if, at best her offsprings were constrained by the penuary class locality of blue collar regimentation. Her cultural heritage and pedigree suggested anything but Blue collar at all since her father bloodlines in Samoa were policemen, and that her grandfather, Le Afioga Tuiletufuga Liu, was the High Chief of Apia, the capital township, of Samoa.

My mother was a staunch protestant and knew how to run against the grain when most of her family were Papists. Her father was a protestant, and so too was her mother, Fuifui Tufuga, but her mother was malleable, and fallible, when her eldest sister was to become a Papist through marriage, which converted her into Papacy. My grandmother was a Methodist but her son Frank became a Catholic in Tuloto, Lalovaea, Apia, then, later on, in New Zealand. My mother accepted catholicism because Grandma Ta'a Fidow, her mother, Fuifui Tufuga's older sister, had converted into the Papist faith. It soon dawned upon my mother that she was not a Fidow and was not a Papist and so she reverted back to her Protestant roots. Log onto my late mother's website for more details http://www.mema-tufuga.memory-of.com .

My faith in my mother and her religion has become a irrefutable part of my nurturing process and certainly most of my values and set ways have been determined by certain teachings and virtues I had acquired as a young lad in Sunday School and at home. My less virtuous rebellious ways was merely a response to these straitjacket mores and taboos associated with the beatitudes, old testament commandments, Proverbial anecdotes, parabols etc. I have many less than redeeming qualities which would render me a mere iniquitous imperfect mortal. I like to entertain the vernacular of the ecclesiastic scholar and then to throw it back at them for being such rigid/frigid  A/holes.

As for I, well, I'm just a triathlete, thats my excuse, whats yours???!!!!