To Be Pointed Out:

Things to be pointed out:

1. There are about half a million Muslims in Australia.  What happened yesterday was carried out by ONE fuck-knuckle with mental health issues and a criminal record that reads like a phone book.

2.  The worst act of terrorism committed in Australia to date has not been by a swarthy bearded man, but a clean shaven dude with blonde hair and blue eyes.  The name Martin Bryant ring a bell with anyone?

3.  Muslims are going to be targeted, as are refugees because I understand this miserable piece of filth was an Iranian refugee.

4.  It's not just the legal system.  There are probably other bodies that can have the pointed finger in their general direction: mental health, and immigration for starters.  So stop blaming lawyers and saying they have blood on their hands.

5.  I'm thinking about unfriending a few people on Facebook over their posts re this. 

6.  I'm tired.  It's just rained and now the steam is starting to appear.  I hate being hot (literally, not metaphorically.  Metaphorically 'hot' is my natural state of being, heh-heh!).  Got my work Christmas party, a lunch, on Thursday, and I've decided to contribute a salad.  I did offer to bring along the glamour and scintillating conversation, but it would appear my colleagues wish to eat, too.  Yep, just a quick lunch with no alcohol.  Nowadays there are directives sent around, and suggestion lists about how not to conduct oneself at the work Christmas party.  I have read these lists and must say I've committed a few of the offences.  Never tried to hit on the boss, and no doubt never will. A guy I once worked with told me one of his support staff was dancing with him at the party, and ground her knee between his legs asking, 'Don't you think I've got a good body?'  I asked him had he replied, 'Yeah, but you've got a dog of a head'.  He should have.  There have been parties I've attended where I would have sooner set my hair on fire, but have had to attend for political reasons.  I was attended one such lunch under duress and sufferance, and refused to speak to anybody all through the lunch.  I had told one of the partners I had no intention of going, and was told that the administrator would view this as a 'slight'.  Well, fucking duh because it WAS intended as a slight.  You know, it really annoys me that people are expected to attend work functions when they would rather do anything else.  I hate office politics.  So I sat at this lunch, and stared at the wall.  I did not partake in the toast - hell, it was with a glass of chardonnay and I seriously cannot stand that stuff; who ordered the fucking slop at that execrable party? - and ordered the most expensive items on the menu.  I bolted down my food, and the minute I had placed my knife and fork together on the plate, left the bistro.  Said goodbye to one of the other secretaries.  Said 'Merry Christmas' to NOBODY.  Oh, I did tell a couple of blue jokes to annoy the old bag who has the main reason I had not wished to attend.

Well, I must prepare the evening meal now.  Goodbye, and thanks for reading.  I haven't posted for a few days because I've been caught up with this siege, and worried, and heart-broken for the families of the victims.  Had a chat on FB about the likelihood of this guy wanting to be martyred for his cause, which would lead him to Paradise and into the arms of 67 virgins.  I offered the opinion that the reason some people want virgins is because with no prior experience, the virgins cannot tell what dud fucks they actually are.  Of course, at this time of posting, we don't know the full motives of this twisted fuck's actions.  But I've no qualms about calling him a twisted fuck, because how else would  you describe someone who arranges for the delivery of hate mail to the families of fallen soldiers in Afghanistan, sometimes at the funeral service?  I can't think of anything flattering, sorry.