onetrack

It's a brutal world in the Internet communication field today, and it's difficult to know what works best. I've seen many forums from the early 2000's just virtually fold up and disappear in recent years.

There are many reasons, and possibly the greatest reason is that there are many ways to communicate rapidly today - and most of that communication centres around smartphones and fast, short comments.

In essence, the Internet communication methods have been dumbed down to meet shallow and quick posts and replies.

"DRTL" is a classic of the Internet slang that simply says people won't read any more than 80 characters if they can possibly avoid it. It's gotta be short, sharp, and just simple, unthinking entertainment.

In the "good ol' days", people came to forums to find information, parts, get advice, and just generally "yarn" with like-minded people interested in the same passion. 

Now, Google and Facebook have ruined forums because Google supplies immediate answers to any search for anything. Facebook occupies the shallow commentators, and the short mildly entertaining video watchers.

It's little wonder that Internet cat videos are the biggest feature of many websites, and the most watched. People watch cat videos simply because they're looking for a bit of light diversion from boring work.

I have never used Facebook, because I trust Zuckerberg like I trust a black snake in the hot sun, and I hate the layout of Facebook.

I also hate the deviousness of Facebook with vast levels of hidden tracking, "monetising" of your personal data with no suitable compensation to you personally, and shallowness that borders on breathtaking.

As regards the deviousness of Facebook tracking, which tracks you from millions of other sites, as well as Facebook, I once saw a highly suitable description of this creepy process, of a quick redirection of your expected URL, to a tracking site - "it's like spotting a rat running under your bed. You know it shouldn't be there, you didn't want it running under your bed, you don't know what it's getting up to under your bed, and you certainly didn't ask for it, to be under your bed".

But they reckon Facebook is running down, too, and has "run its race" and will eventually collapse. That's why Zuckerberg is into crypto-currencies, and other "features" and services, to try and make Facebook more relevant and to keep up its numbers.

So essentially, that is where the future lies in Internet forums and modern communication and entertainment - you have to look at what services or features you can provide, to keep people coming back. Simple forum discussions aren't enough.

.....Clive, who knew that the Chinese were utter and complete BXXXXXXS, as he repeated this opinion on regular occasions. It was obvious they "spoke with forked tongues", as he regularly found out in his courtroom stoushes with them.

However, Turbowhine had other plans to defeat the Chinese. His plan involved digging underneath the Spratleys until there was a huge stope, filling it with explosives and detonating them, and the Spratlys would just collapse into a giant hole overnight, taking everything Chinese with it.

"What an excellent idea", said Onetrack, who being an old military engineer and an ex-miner, knew all about the techniques of tunnelling and stoping.

It worked beautifully for the British on the Germans at Messines on June 7, 1917, so no reason why it wouldn't work on those nasty Chinese, intent on extending their domination to Australia and onto Clives mining leases.

"But we don't have enough tunnellers available", said Cappy, starting to warm to the idea of digging holes. After all, there was probably a way he could get a cut of the tunnelling costs, if he played his cards right and bribed the right people.

"Yes we have", said Turbowhine, "remember those Palestinians you left in the lurch on Rottnest? Well, we.....

.....his plan also involves numbers as coding for various actions against the Chinese Takeover, such as, "#68", means everyone will desert their workplaces, and hold up placards against the Chinese.

"#33", means everyone will go and get Kentucky Fried Chicken, and boycott every Chinese takeaway in town. "#88" means someone will get lucky, and score for the night.

However, Clives bold plan, as with all his plans, has a fatal flaw, it is......

..... but Eeen's power is limited to modding posts on WreckFline, which is on a par with freezing the offender right out of society".

Meantimes, Onetrack was taking extensive notes about who was making nasty, unfounded allegations about him, his ancestry, and his whereabouts.

This was to ensure that when the Chinese take over Australia, all Onetrack has to do, is hand over the names as "offenders against the State", and the offenders will disappear to reeducation camps, where they will be obliged to undergo major "thought reform".

But these plans pale into nothing compared to what has been happening in the Australian Parliament. It appears the Chinese have already installed a large number of sleepers in the Australian Parliament (as shown by the amount of nodding heads on the back benches, during Question Time).

These Chinese infiltrators have Anglicised their names to get voted in. Thus we have the likes of Anthony Albanese, formerly An-Zhang-We  Alba-Ne-Zhe, Bill Shorten, formerly Bei Sho-Ten, Penny Wong (who forgot to Anglicise her name), Tanya Plibersek, formerly Tien-Hou Peng-Shek. Of course, there are some who changed their names completely and totally, such as Milton Dick, whose original Chinese name is Hung Long.

Of course, Clive is completely unaware, that when he sat in Parliament - despite being a sleeper himself (but he wasn't a Chinese sleeper, just an ordinary sleepy sleeper) - he was sitting with a bunch of Chinese 5th columnists, particularly in the Labor Party, who were already setting subtle plans in place for the Great Chinese Takeover of Australia. That's "Takeover", not "Takeaway".

However, all is not lost yet, as Clive has major plans for the coming Chinese Insurrection in Australia, and they involve......

(For Onesie was a VC who also contracted) ....out hits by pro marksmen, on anyone who offended him. Not to brag, but up until now, Onetrack was quite reserved about his VC that he'd received, which was bestowed on him for a battle in the back alleys of Vung Tau, during the Tet offensive.

"Yes", said Onetrack over a Scotch in the RSL, "It was a complete shambles that night, we fought them all the way, through every back alley in town, and came under withering fire.

The Yanks always hated getting thrown out of the bars at midnight, and they reacted badly. HQ heard about my leadership and command of tactics in that battle, and it was the tactic of yelling out that their beer was like bathwater, that drew their fire, and enabled us to find their positions.

All we had to do then, was wait until they ran out of ammo (because the Yanks empty every magazine as fast as they can), and we just walked right over them, then. Once HQ found out my troops had won, the VC just simply followed".

"That's an amazing story!", said an awed Cappy and Turbo. "We had no idea you were such a modest hero! It's quiet, unassuming people like you, that really do have the most amazing war tales to relate".

"Ahhh, it's nothing", said Onetrack, "Us quiet unassuming heroes like to keep our light under a bushel - sort of like Clive, you know?"

"Anyway", said Onetrack, "Moving forward, as the public servants like to say, what are we going to do about this Chinese threat? You know now, I've got a lot of useful experience in dealing with nasty Commies, so what about we....

....meantimes, Crappys obsession with chowing down Quokka poo was starting to raise eyebrows in the aviation circles. "The silly old buggers lost it", said Nob, "Fancy chowing down Quokka poo?? That's worse than eating at one of Wagga's greasy spoon cafes, or his local Chinese takeaway. At least his Chinese takeaway only uses Quokka meat, it dispenses with the poo and entrails".

The mystery Chinese businessman who had stolen Onetracks name in a case of outrageous ID theft, caused Onetrack to engage the services of some ex-ASIO employees to find out how his emails had been hacked, his mail nicked from his letterbox, and his ID stolen. The operatives reported back that the tracks of some local double-agents were starting to indicate these grubs lived in Kapookistan and Moorabbistan.

"I see", said Onetrack, "So these people claim to be upright and honest, when in fact, they spend 99% of their time (when they're not chowing down Quokka poo, trying to overcome their erectile dysfunction problems), on their computers, facilitating international crime! This must be stopped, it's worse behaviour than senior banking executives, at least the banking executives are prepared to admit to wrongdoing".

At that, Onetrack made some phone calls to some former Vietnam War buddies, who owed him numerous favours......

....onto the phone to Clive. "Clive, ol' Mate (because Turboid was extremely good mates with Clive, due to some mutual back-scratching, many years ago), we need about $33M, quick-smart, to intercept a Chinese takeover of Australia".

"FXXXXXX Chinese!!", screamed Clive, "I told 'em!!! I told 'em!! - and they wouldn't believe me!! What mine have they landed at, and how does it affect my income?"

"No need to get too excited", said Turbo, "They haven't actually landed here yet, but there's rumblings that a large Chinese construction force has landed on the Spratleys, and it's on its way to Rottnest".

"Rottnest??", said Clive. "I don't think I ever pegged Rottnest, how did I miss that place? - and what minerals are there there, that I can peg and sell to the Chinese, before they beat me??".

"Ahhhh, I don't think there's too much by way of minerals on Rottnest, apart from a bit of limestone, of which there's plenty on the mainland", said Turbo soothingly.

"But what the Chinese have done, is put in a low bid on some tunnels the Palestinians were going to dig, and they've won the contract. And we all know, moving in their equipment to 'dig tunnels' is just Commie-speak for 'taking over Australia'," said Turbo.

"FXXXXXX devious Chinese!!", exploded Clive, making Turbo hold the phone back from his ear a fair way. "I tell you what I'll do, I'll start up a new advertising campaign, based on 'Vote for Me and My Multi-Billion Mining Projects, and you'll be safe for ever from predatory Chinese!'," roared Clive. "When can you organise this new campaign, you've got all the money you need!!"

As Clive hung up, Turbo contemplated what he would do for this new advertising campaign of Clives. He could .....

....and in the ancient Chinese traditions, this was an important omen - just like naming your tunnelling project, the "Golden Treasure 888" project, to facilitate great wealth and prosperity.

Of course, neither Turbwhine, Cappy, nor the Palestinians, realised at this point, that the Chinese had submitted a particularly low tender price for the tunnelling, and had won the tender.

The whole hidden aim of the Chinese, of course, was to completely flatten Rottnest with earthmovers, and turn it into a military base, complete with two 3300 metre runways, to facilitate the landing of China's biggest bombers, the Xian H-6K (avref).

"Clive was right!", cried Onetrack, as he studied the latest documents to land on his desk from his excellent "sources". "The Chinese are preparing for a military takeover of W.A., and they're doing it under the pretext of being good neighbours and helping the Palestinians! Of course, the Palestinians don't know yet, that the Chinese are billing them for the whole project. It's called "foreign assistance" in Chinese diplomatic-speak".

"That's outrageous!" said Cappy, wondering how he could get a slice of the massive amounts of Chinese money available, by pretending to "facilitate" the project, via his "important contacts", that would "smooth the way" through any problems. All Chinese payments to him would be via his Westpac account, of course, to ensure there was no record of any payments, and no tax would be payable.

"We will have to do something", pondered Turbwhine, "This is totally unacceptable. I guess we'll have to tap Clive for some funding, to oppose the Chinese moves, I'm sure he'll be.....

Man, I'd like that old gal for a workshop helper! Not only is she smooth and knowledgeable with her sales pitch, she is equally competent and deft with her use of the clamp tool!!

The only thing I can imagine that would detract from its use, is that 9 times out of 10, the position where the clamp is required, is inaccessible, has limited room to manipulate any tool on the hose/pipe - and is usually on the underside of everything, entailing jacking up the equipment, or rolling in the dirt, to fit the clamp!

I'd be checking that the wiring to the motor is of adequate enough size to carry the maximum current that the motor can draw, when it's labouring under heavy load.

Remember there's substantial current-carrying ability lost if the cable is long between battery and motor, too - so you have to take into account, the length of cable.

Skippy is on the mark with earth return and good connections. "Bright and Tight", is the old saying.

.... managed to save them all, as he pulled them all back into a cove, and the Rottnest train roared right past them!

"So THAT was the "eyes"!!', exclaimed Cappy. "It wasn't eyes at all!! It was the headlights of the Rottnest train!! And the coal that Arfagh found, was only coal that fell off the train's tender!!".

After the train went past, Arfagh said, "Hey, this is a brilliant find, discovering the Rottnest train and the tracks down here! We can utilise the tracks for carrying our tunnel soil!"

"I can't see why not", mused Cappy. "After all, the Army installed the train to build everything here, initially."

"Hang on", said Onetrack, "There's a little snag in your plans here, it's ......

The problem is whether he's learnt anything from his foolhardiness/showing off - and doesn't do it again - or if he's the arrogant type who blames everyone and everything else, but himself, for his crash.

..... offend everyone on Rottnest, including the loveable Quokkas, as well the Muttonbirds, along with the Palestinian Tunnellers. But things were not going so well with the tunnelling on Rottnest, either.

"CRABS", yelled Mustafa Skrahtch, Jumping out of the tunnels at an amazing speed. "Of course there's crabs here, this is Rottnest, isn't it?", said his tunnelling mate, Hamdullah Mogadam.

"I didn't mean THOSE crabs! I meant the OTHER sort of crabs!", yelled back Mustafa, as he furiously scratched his nutsack. "This place is riddled with them!!"

"Well, I guess it's time to pack up and leave this place to CASA inspectors", said Hamdullah. "I don't like their food here, anyway, I haven't been able to find a good Shurbat freekeh here, yet!".

"You can't just pack and leave on a moments notice, like that!", wailed Cappy, "You've got a heap of tunnelling to finish yet!".

"Shove your tunnelling where the sun doesn't shine, sunshine", said Mustafa to Cappy, "We're off like a brides nightie, mate! You'll have to find someone else to do your tunnelling!".

Cappy looked around in desperation, and spotting Turbwhine, said, "Turbs, I need some.......

.....also pointless, tunnelling operation - seeing as there are already plenty of tunnels there, and the only permanent residents of Rottnest are Quokkas."

Meantimes, Onetrack was greatly pleased with the progress on the construction of the Walls of New Jerusalem, being carried out by the labourers supplied by FIFO.

Then a problem arose, in the form of a CASA operative, who rolled up one day, and asked if a plan had been submitted to Esperance Council seeking approval for the height of the walls, and if that plan had been Okayed by CASA, to prevent aviation disasters caused by aircraft on final approach to Esperance airport, slamming into those walls, as they had no warning markings or lighting, installed on them.

"No, Turbo was supposed to look after that angle", said Onetrack, "After all, he was the one who started the project, and then abandoned his responsibilities in relation to it, when he went back East, chasing bigger money!"

"But it's no surprise, he's been regularly known to abandon his responsibilities - just look at the number of kids he's left fatherless around the country!".

"We'll have to put a stop to construction immediately", said the CASA operative, who specialised in stopping any activity that involved progress, development, or even just fun.

"We can't have people just putting up huge Biblical walls everywhere, they're a major aviation hazard, and besides, they're an eyesore, even to the flying public".

"I've got an idea!", piped up the Captain, "Why don't we.......

This bloke with the wrecked Evektor obviously sidestepped that first lesson. 

Now the Spy agencies and the Govt are going to get the low-down on Chinese espionage and political interference in Australia, with the rolling over of a local Chinese spy.

Could be a real eye-opener for a lot of people in high positions, with the information that he spills - and it could expose any number of "sleeper" agents working here and feeding info back to China.

By far the greatest threat to us, is China's intense desire to constantly steal Australian industrial and technological secrets, to give them a big leg-up in the technology stakes.

https://www.perthnow.com.au/news/asia/chinese-spy-wang-william-liqiang-seeks-political-asylum-in-australia-after-offering-intelligence-on-how-china-conducts-its-interference-operations-ng-b881391224z

Ah, well, you have to give them credit for having a go. Not everyone has top-class artistic skills and creativity.

In the S.E. Wheatbelt of W.A., there's a little town called Kulin that hosts Bush Races (neddies, because there's quite a few horse-lovers in the area) - and the locals got into the swing of things by creating the Tin Horse Highway.

All along the route from West Kulin to East Kulin (on the Corrigin to Lake Grace Rd), the locals have set up home-built artworks with neddies doing human things. Some are very good, some are just passable.

One of the locals even scrounged up a written-off Cessna and put a horse in it .... 

And another one of the locals tried their hand at building a replica plane that rates about a 5 out of 10, I guess ... https://www.australiasgoldenoutback.com/business/attractions/tin-horse-highway

Tin Horse Hwy .... https://kulin.wa.gov.au/main/tourism/tin-horse-highway/

Photos ... https://www.google.com/search?q=Tin+Horse+Hwy

If Clive had a few more working brain cells, he (and a lot of other dumb people in important positions) would understand that the Chinese wouldn't ever undertake the type of brutal military invasion operation he is painting, with a large number of aircraft and other military assets, landing on remote airfields. He's been watching too many Top Gun-style movies.

What the Chinese will try, and what they are expert in, is carrying out subversion from within, as our ex-ASIO boss has warned.

This is exactly what the HK protesters are revolting against, because they can see the insidious takeover of HK by China's Communist Party leaders happening to them by stealth.

Clive also fails to understand that the "Inscrutable Oriental" thinks 50 and 100 years ahead, while our erstwhile political and corporate leaders are struggling to see past next week.

As someone who has dealt with, firsthand, the techniques of Communist takeover in South East Asia, I can assure you the Communist Party of China is still the same threat to freedom and democracy that it posed under Chairman Mao's leadership, and it still considers him a demi-God, despite the destruction he rained upon China and its people, whilst it was under his control.

Chairman Mao's Cultural Revolution of 1966 is still worthy of study, because, as the old saying goes, "those who fail to learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them". 

https://www.news.com.au/national/politics/former-asio-boss-warns-the-chinese-government-wants-to-take-over-australia/news-story/a63a251dc12fe39f8fc013b328864c4c

Having said that, the simple reason Clive is banging on about a "Chinese military takeover", is pure showmanship on his behalf, to sway his commercial negotiations with the Chinese, in his favour.

Clive's favorite stunt is to sue people on the flimsiest pretext, then make an out-of-court settlement on the doorstep of the court - substantially in his favour. Commercial bully-boy behaviour at its finest, it's what he does best.

This blokes creativeness and general engineering skills have to be seen to be believed - particularly when you consider he works with junk as the basic materials.

http://www.storytrender.com/28350/bb-owner-turns-junk-including-old-swimming-pool-life-size-replica-war-planes/

https://www.thestar.com/life/2018/06/22/history-comes-to-life-with-this-clarington-bed-and-breakfasts-collection-of-world-war-era-planes-train-and-automobiles.html

The B&B website and the stories behind the yard art - https://modelaacres.com/tours.html

Trial fitted the "Bex Rib-Fit System" now patented in Nigeria (got a great deal from some Prince there)

 

Hot off the press, from our paparazzi with the long-range telephoto lenses, we've got "sneak" photos of Bex's latest product release......

You'll all notice Bex's continuing accent on "low cost componentry"...

.....send him a lawyers letter. But bull was in trouble, having had a zip let go, as he bent over to grab a canape from a nearby table. Unfortunately, the zip was up the rear of the outfit and bull had gone commando that day, to ensure there was no underwear lines, and the sight of bulls bare arse was more than many of the partygoers could stand, so the building emptied quite rapidly.

But fortunately, Cappy, being the excellent tailor and seamstitcher he is (as shown by his huge knowledge of dress materials), was on the job quickly, and placing a peg on his nose, to enable him to work, he rapidly stitched up bull and bypassed the zip.

"Cappy, that's wonderful work you've done there", said bull, "I wouldn't have believed anyone could work so fast and stitch someone up like that, in that time!". 

"Ahhhh, that's O.K.", said Cappy in his usual modest manner, "I spend most of my time stitching people up, it's just a gift I've got!".

Meantimes, despite the shrinking crowd, it appeared there was still a CASA FOI in amongst the remnants of the partygoers.

He was the one wearing the Spoiler outfit, but no-one realised this, until he identified himself, and asked to see everyones logbooks.

"The dog ate mine!", said Cappy, using his favourite homework excuse. "That's not good enough!", said the FOI, "There'll be some serious.........."

Andrew - There's a basic test outlined on the right of the webpage below. A graduated glass rain gauge makes a good testing instrument.

https://www.autofuelstc.com/fuel_testing.phtml

If you have a close look at the imagery, you can see the airport is on the boundary of two different images, taken at different times or dates.

What's even funnier, is when I add the Google Maps link of Palmer Airport, Mardie, W.A. to this page, it converts the URL information to Palmer Municipal Airport in Alaska!   LOL

This is the URL -

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Palmer+Airport/@-20.9417497,116.2862599,8359m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0x2bf7b17471ac6eb5:0x7e93146968788c16!8m2!3d-20.9386332!4d116.2952567

Possibly because Google Maps are crap, and their automated algorithms filtered out the airstrip? Or perhaps Google joined two sections of map, and the airstrip was covered with a mis-matched overlay, and missed?

Start doing some searches and you'll find thousands of strange things happening with Google Map imaging. Airports with aircraft filtered out, highways with no cars, out-of-date images matched up with in-date ones.

Overall, the quality of Google imagery has deteriorated badly in recent times, and their maps and aerial imaging are so often, so far out of date, it's not funny.

The dills who voted for Clive Palmer and ON (8% of the voters) effectively handed their vote to the Liberals, as the Libs were Palmers and ON's first preference.

The Libs definitely fell over the line with those preferences and couldn't believe their luck. Not helped of course, by Labor not ensuring that W.A. voters were maximised, instead of minimised.