Disabled Transport Should Not be Dollar Drivin. 

In response to concerns about disability transport it should be made clear that the value of the carers and the drivers of the units that service disabled clients is often understated and undervalued because of their standing in the profession. As a former driver combined with my carer provided stability to many clients that never experienced it in the home. Depending on the demographic the punctuality forced parents to have their child ready for the pick up, dressed and that unfortunately was about it with some. Often it was discovered breakfasts and lunches were non existent, medications not administered, personal hygiene status wanting, all information freely given to us by the clients as they knew we would report it to the schools ahead of arrival so arrangement could be made before the kids entered the class room environment. 

On the positive the kids were looked after on school days and often the authorities were called in and action taken at home with variable results. 

Not all clients have these issues and taxis will suit, but for those clients who felt sitting on the bus in their own seat with kids and people they trust was a vital part managing their disability and prepared them for the day ahead. 

Sadly in my time involved we were the messenger as we saw first hand what the kids experienced daily in that particular demographic, some great stories and great kids and parents I recall vividly, but in the minority those less fortunate needed stability from the time they set foot on the footplate, that’s the role of the NDHS, end to end service for all recipients and if we let the bean counters allocate services we all know the needy’s voice will be given token value over a some boffins spreadsheet looking for a Micky Mouse Badge from his boss. 

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Memories of the Junction


One door closes another opens. That was the theme as I walked into the Junction Hotel yesterday after about 25 years.The bar girl welcome was exactly as it was in my memory. Like you were there yesterday and nothing was too much trouble even as they were setting up for the day’s trade. 

The Thagoona Offers returned to a place with so many memories however the old pub was gutted yet their was some sense of familiarity with what was left. 

Entry points, photographs, verandas once stairs, and if you looked up you’d see the remains of walls separated bars and lounges where so many good times with most of all good friends ,genuine friends. 

Yes the food was perfect, service great and as we soaked up the atmosphere I slipped into reminiscent mode and recalled how I was hid in the corner of the public bar when young, given double sarsaparilla, then after I started work and played football with the men I was accepted as one and learnt to watch, stay out of trouble, but have a great time as I was 15 years old when drinking age was 21. 

I worked the chook and meat tray raffles for Annerley Football Club as did our entire family, as well as the chocolate wheel before opening time. 

We were a Football Family dedicated to the Club on the old dump, mum in the canteen, Dad secretary, and team manager, and ambulance bearer, and groundsman, and any other job that needed doing. Life was good and simple. No fucken Facebook crap then. They were real friends, the ones you saw or took the time to ring up, if they had a phone or you’d walk to go and see them if they were OK if they went missing for a unusual time. We looked after each other yet we had our privacy that was instilled in us to always respect. We were there if required, the words did not have to be put on Facebook they were known by those who needed to know and THATS ALL.

My grandmother once told me it’s not what’s said that counts it what’s not said or said in confidence counts. That silent pause Fanny had comes to mind. 

We have that culture today in the country with many of our friends. We are lucky, no news is good news , but it’s a work in progress as is life. 

Anyway back to yesterday. It cannot go unmentioned my extended residency at the Junction as my Grandfather allegedly placed me on the public bar near the men’s toilet corner when he had drink with a few with his mates, or a dust up or whatever come first. 

Darkie had a bit of rep when it come disputes. He took the direct route and often Dad had to referee. He was good at that, marching him home singing to Doris and Mum. 

So today to me after that visit is a time to call mum, sister, and just say gday, wander around the paddock and remember the rot that went on when planning and building the stuff with Dad at the Junction or under the house in Fingal street, mum trying to convince us both forget it yet knowing the country blood was passed on. 

Yes it was a good day for the Thagoona Offers yesterday and I think Marg and Gav have their own treasured and varied memories as does Mum and Kerri.

Another milestone in the journey of life.. 

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Whistleblowers need Protection 

The dust has settled after our council election and punch lines of transparency daily as the CCC continues its investigations I cannot recall one statement or assurance that council employees would be covered and supported by whistleblower indemnity locally. We many have reorganised the deck chairs at the top table but until this council is prepared to guarantee no employee will be sacked or discriminated against on the record the words of change are sceptical to say the least. 

The former council structure was in power for 17 years and culture does not change on one Saturday night so if we are to believe total transparency, then these employees must not be impeded if they choose to stand up and should be encouraged. 

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Australian Rugby in self  inflicted Freefall 

I suppose I look at things a little different from the rest but my football career was based on performance. You performed you got payed, you didn’t you got the sack or on the transfer list.Apparently in Rugby Union that policy does not exist, especially in the coaching position.

You can send a nation into free fall down the rankings list and still hold your job, yet the previous coach was dismissed for micro managing a side and maintaining discipline while its world ranking stayed respectable.

Obviously the brains trust was in favour of the opposite, allowed the has beens in and we are all suffering the embarrassment. 

This is not a player issue, this is a cultural issue that needs to be irradicated if we want the Wallabies back on the world stage. 

Yes, as under Mackenzie the Fox Sports commentators should not be part of the selection process, and that in itself will make it hard for any one outside the “club” to get support especially if there is not a Australian coach selected. 

Like Western Australia Force if your not on the Eastern Seaboard below Queensland you are a parasite that has to be endured by the rugby blue bloods. 

Well the blue bloods have sent rugby to its knees, transformed the national anthem singing crowds to a karaoke night out with suits behind the desks in blue suits telling each other how good they were. Sickening stuff to the loyal fan who’s team has been hijacked by a mob that can’t even manage a shave let alone a professional unit fitting national status. 

The players deserve better, the supporters deserve better, so rugby should follow footballs code, advertise for a world class coach who can pick his own managment team and let him go for 3 years minimum. 

What to do with the karaoke team on Fox? Not much really, just appreciate the older they get the better they were and keep the old tunes replaying while they tell jokes and laugh at them themselves. 

  

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The North Korea Sand Pit Delema 

So Trumbles and the Wrestling Ringmaster are going to have a meeting of minds on what to do with child who misses his medications and wants to play war games in the sandpit. This kindergarten is real life unfortunately and we have to ask how we got to this point. 

Obama’s strategy was to starve Jong of oxygen, ignore his rants, feed the press minimal but calculated chook feed, then manage the situation via military intelligence and from the closest allies.  

In comparison Trump plays the bully boy card and the sandpit erupts into who has the biggest toys while Trumbles plays the galah squawking if the teacher is coming to get his seed for the day. 

The fact is North Korea is a failed state, it’s people are starving, no money for anything other the the military, so any sanctions will only take more from the masses while the elite just rob the state.

Any attacks, the elite will survive and the masses become fodder, regardless, and no they won’t stop unless the leader grows out of the sand pit or removed and sent to the naughty corner. 

The bully will always be the bully regardless so it can only be solved by the teacher who must take the toys off both and put into detention.

That’s where Trumbles and Mr. Potato Head comes in. Both children put on Manus quarantined from the rest of the world, sentenced to playing children only play station games. 

Then and only then can the World hit the reset button. 

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Stone Quarry Cemetary 

Today’s visit to a cemetery was to capture the ones who may have been forgotten as the coal industry is surrounding the site. 

To be honest it’s a peaceful site but as in most Cemetarys time is the enemy. 


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Jo Anne Miller is that Messanger 

We are a fickle lot. How often do we ostracise the politicians for following the Party line on issues like the upcoming postal vote, climate change and others knowing full well the person you elected was in favour of the direction the electorate wishes but had to vote to keep his or her job or endorsment.

On the other hand we get a politician will step outside the tent and we ostracise them for being not a team player, a traitor even and they demand resignations.

On both scenarios the polly is well aware how they got their leather seat but sometimes their comes a time when your personal principals and the brotherhood’s directions clash and a personal decision has to be made on what is good for me and what is the right thing to do according to his or her principals with the full knowledge of the inevitable backlash, loss of friends or acquaintances, family exposure to innuendo public and private, some may say comes with the territory once you sign on to politics and depending on who’s side of politics you support

Taking the above into consideration surely the member for Bundamba’s revelations on have to be investigated throughly by the CCC from top to bottom with no exceptions or the new direction we have been promised with still have the dirty washing sitting in the Council Chamber every time it sits . 

Let’s not shoot the messenger here, let the truth be heard warts and all. 

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