Thugs Burn the House Down
June 17, 2008
As all good junkies would, the stoners decided their house was useless without the hydro set-up. May as well burn the baby with the bathwater. Gonna make it much harder to send these guys to death row. Can you picture the stoners with the petrol can and the match. If they were smart enough to get themselves all out before they lit the match, I think they should be let go and given a pizza.
Cannabis house goes up in smoke
Photo: Kate Geraghty
June 17, 2008 - 8:50AM
One of the hydroponic drug houses raided in Sydney’s west last week has been destroyed by a suspicious fire, police say.
Police and fire crews were called to the burning house in Sydney Street, Oxley Park, about 11pm last night.
“The blaze destroyed the home and was extinguished about 1.30am,” police said.
The house was unoccupied and nobody was injured.
Further taxpayer money outlined in the article here.
Police nab pot plants
June 14, 2008
Well thank whoever that the cops got these. I know i’ll be sleeping sooooo much better tonight because there’ll be however many less stoners traipsing through the 7-11. Knowing that even tonight there’ll be even fewer giggling teenagers, and sales for the major pizza chains will be way down.
Thank you, NSW Police. Australia can now get back to drinking.
Haul may be linked to ‘hydro house’ raid
Acting on reports of suspicious activity, police executed a search warrant at the home in Virgil Avenue, Chester Hill, in Sydney’s south-west about 3pm (AEST) yesterday.
Officers seized 217 cannabis plants and hydroponic growing equipment from the house.
Read more here to see how your police force looks after you…
Australia is the New South Africa or has it always been that way?
June 9, 2008
In 1977 the Australia my family migrated to seemed such a far cry from Durban, South Africa.
It was hard to adjust for my mother, of course seeing white men dig holes in the ground, road signs that were in English only, not followed by Afrikaans, and the extreme scarcity of cheap African labour.
As I grew older, and the term multicultural become vogue, I started to celebrate a country half my first cousins would not know, a freedom they would visit but never inhabit, for reasons known only to them. A country my father had brought us to, the Lucky Country, the Clever Country, where infinite combinations of nationalities co-existed in equality, like a giant food court. In Australia, had made it. Kids here didn’t have “White” enscribed on their birth certificates in Australia like I did. Their race wasn’t on the document at all.
In 1980 in 3K at Crestwood public, I recall some lessons on Captain Cook and his great discovery of Australia, like a new restaurant the English could all try. It was all about him, the Captain, the First Fleet, and how sick everyone on the boat in order to make this country what it is today, so be grateful. The convicts they carried were benign bread thieves, and their guards were brave soldiers. Both had set sail on a most excellent adventure. When they arrived, they were greeted by the Aborigines, who according to the pictures we saw seemed for the most part grateful that the white man had finally arrived to offer them proper clothes, decent food and civilised conversation.
Many, many experiences with indigenous and non-indigenous folk alike have shown me since then many other perspectives. That’s for another day.
Indigenous people were given the right to vote in 1962 and were counted in the Australian census only 41 years ago. Before then, they were under law in this country, young, free, and gurt by sea, not people. Non-existent. On the basis of the colour of their skin.
And just 40 years after that monumental change, the now defunct John Howard sent the Australian Army into rural indigenous communities and made two sets of laws. One for whites, and one for blacks. Apartheid, which simply means separateness, operated from 1948-1992 in South Africa, with two sets of laws, initially, one for the blacks then one for the whites. But then there were other races that were neither, some the government preferred like the Japanese, and some that could be separated from the the original two groups, and oppressed under the same system, like the Indians.
There is no reason to believe, until the Federal Governement’s Intervention in the Northern Territory is abandoned, and reparations made that Australia is any different from the South Africa of old. Such laws are archaic in the New South Africa, but not here in the Clever Country.
SPOT THE DIFFERENCE…