onetrack

.....Cappy promptly threw a tantrum and said, "I want to be Judas the Double-Crosser!! - seeing as I've been double-crossing people for a long time, and silver crosses my palms on pretty regular occasions!"

"Hmmm", said Turbo, "I guess that could be arranged" - while he pondered what kind of Judas outfit he could dig up for Cappy.

Meantimes, Onetrack had organised for the construction of the Walls of New Jerusalem to proceed, with a new supply of tradesmen - seeing as Turbo's 457 Visa workers had all been stopped at Perth Airport by Border Force, and promptly returned to Argentina, when it was found all their Visas were dodgy. It was also discovered that all their Mastercards were dodgy, too - but they don't count, when you're trying to enter Australia.

And so it came to pass, in the peacefulness of the West, the Rabbis were happy that work was proceeding at a cracking pace on the building of the Walls of New Jerusalem, under Onetrack's excellent managerial skills.

Then it was discovered that amongst the few remaining workers of Turbo's company, still working on the Walls, there was not a one, that was a registered card-carrying member of the Temple Builders and New Jerusalem Wall Constructors Union (TB&NJWCU).

So a Union Organiser was sent from NSW (home of the Radical Unions since 1788), and he insisted that every single one of Turbo's workers had to sign up to the TB&NJWCU, whereupon Union Fees were extracted from them, to pay for a large slap-up feed, with drinks and strippers provided, in the beer garden of the Gibson Soak Hotel.

Then, when Onetrack was doing an inspection of the work on the walls, he spotted Cappy in his Judas outfit, scurrying between trees, trying to avoid being seen.

"Cappy!! What are you doing here", said Onetrack, peeling out a scroll. "I have information on the scroll here, that you've been banned from going anywhere near this place, as......"

(note Onetrack in his finest outfit, below)

Clive is set on bigger and bigger mindfarts every month. He's acquired all his billions, by selling big chunks of Australia to the CHINESE!!! What a moron, to think the public in Australia will swallow his hogwash!

If you gauged Clive's business deals, by Clive's latest ramblings, he would be charged with Treason, for the amounts of Australia's important resources (magnetite) that he's sold to a reputed enemy!!

He's probably not even aware that every major business in China has a 51% shareholding in it, by the Chinese Communist Party - including CITIC.

https://www.news.com.au/national/federal-election/clive-palmers-newest-ad-picked-apart-by-experts-in-politics-and-defence/news-story/41b84f2461d77f02784ce87dcebf94f1

You can have anything removed from Google Maps, if you have an interest in it. All you have to do is make a request to Google.

And if Clive is losing sleep every night about sealed runways in the North of W.A., it's obvious he doesn't know about the number of other, very sizeable sealed runways installed at every second large mining operation in W.A.!!

.....effort, if I import some 457 Vias workers from Argentina - so I'll talk to Raoul about it".

Now Raoul turned out to a notoriously shifty individual, as you'd expect, from a Cotton Pickin', Chicken Pluckin', Son of a Gun. It disturbed Turbo enormously to find that Raoul was involved in some very shady operations, and he decided it was best that he cease contact with him, particularly after he found himself constantly being shadowed by men in sharp suits and fedoras.

Turbo made his way to Mexico, a country better known for honest, upright, and trustworthy people, and ran into a fine gentleman by the name of Jesús - no, not THAT Jesus, just an ordinary Mexican Jesus.

Jesus was known for his attention to detail, plus he owned a large Pheasant farm - even though he came from a poor upbringing, and his father resorted to begging for enough money to raise his large family.

As a result, Jesús was known locally as a Nit-Pickin', Pheasant-Pluckin', Son of a Bum. It pleased Turbo mightily that a man from such a poor background had made good, as his background was not dissimilar, having been raised in the poor suburbs of Melbourne, and having had to fight his way to the top of the corporate ladder.

Of course, it did help that he was known to viciously undermine anyone who was in his way to the top, or who posed a barrier to his advancement.

While he was in Mexico, Turbo decided to investigate the potential for becoming an Australian agent for any local light aircraft manufacturers based there.

However, he soon found that there were none - but they had a burgeoning submarine-manufacturing industry, with an accent on regular cargo submarine travel between Mexico and the U.S.

Turbo understood this was most likely due to the increasingly-restricted access to America for Mexicans, caused by Presidents Trumps Wall.

Turbo thought there might be some potential in becoming an agent for Mexican submarines in Australia, but it seemed their submarine-manufacturing facilities were very secretive, and very difficult to visit, so he gave that idea away.

He ended up disappointed in the potential trade results of his trip to Mexico, so, a little disheartened, he prepared to board a flight to return to Australia.

Upon entering the VIP lounge, Turbo was quite surprised to run into the Captain, who was holding up the bar again, in the best pilots fashion, and expounding on the virtues of Jabiru aircraft to a couple of puzzled bystanders.

"Hey, Cappy!", said Turbo, "What a surprise to find you here, this far from home! What are you doing here?" "Well, you see", said Cappy, "It's like this, I was just....."

....... cotton yarmulkes, cotton tsitsits, cotton shtreimels, cotton caftans, and cotton tallits. "But that's all Jewish SXXX!", exclaimed Cappy, "I thought all your your lines were going to be hot?!"

"They are", replied Turboy, "The cotton has all been freshly purloined from paddocks around St George and Dirranbandi. I've got some Middle Eastern gangs on the payroll, picking up bales in the middle of the night!"

"Gee, that sure makes it HOT cotton, alright!", said Crappy, wondering how Turbo got M.E. gangs on his payroll, when he was convinced they were all on his.

"I send the cotton straight to China to be processed, utilising 'Westpac' branded containers. When Border Force, AUSTRAC and the ATO see Westpac on the containers, they don't even bother checking the contents, they fly straight through."

"Same on the return trip - 'Westpac" branding, and it doesn't even get a second look. Everyone knows Westpac is a great brand name for laundering hot goods, money transfers, you name it. I love it."

"You're bound to get caught, unless you pay people off with cash in brown paper bags, like I and everyone else in NSW does", said Cappy.

"Not a snowflakes hope in Hell", said Turboid, "We're big enough now to ignore any laws, and besides, we're white collar, and everyone knows white collar crime is quite acceptable. It's the basis that most of the banking sector works on, anyway".

Right about then, Onetrack was heard to be muttering to himself about some........

.....valued at $155B, a contract that made the French Subs contract, look like a schoolkids lolly purchase from the school tuckshop.

But then Turbo rang up the Cappy and said, "Cappy, I need some good Middle-Eastern-type blokes for the tiling, or this job is going to take forever.

Those Middle-Easterners are particularly good at tiling, just as the Italians are particularly good with concrete and shoes. And we know the Italians are even better, when it comes to concrete shoes."

"I reckon I can organise that for you", says Captain. "I've got a wide range of contacts in the local Middle-Eastern groups - mostly through my drug-dealing of course, but they do do other work, to give themselves an air of legitimacy".

At that, Cappy dialled up Ahse-Amah and Abo Bin Fakir, and said, "Hey you guys, I've got a massive contract going begging here, and I reckon you blokes are the only ones with the ability to carry it out!"

"Sounds good to me!', said Abo. "Which high-profile Kaffir do we have to take out?"

"Oh, hell no", said Cappy, "It's not THAT kind of contract, this is......"

.....paddled his way to the surface of Rottnest Island. He spluttered, "That Craptain, he didn't tell us, there are already a heap of tunnels on Rottnest, they don't need us! We wasted our time coming here!"

At that, the Palestinians departed (on an Arab airline, being particularly careful to avoid EgyptAir and El Al).

But Israelite Bay was going from strength to strength as waves of Jews, fundamentalist Christians, and internet scammers moved in.

Scott Morrison gave the place his blessing, saying, "I knew that Australia, led by a Christian-oriented Liberal Govt, would have the ability to make it big with God one day, and Hallejulah, here we are!"

But soon, Israelite Bay had a large pollution problem, caused by a massive pile of foreskins, which no recycler wanted to touch.

"We must be able to make something out of them?", mused the Turboid, as he sipped on a latte, and studied the problem from the cool surrounds of his Moorabbistan coffee shop.

"I know!", exclaimed the Craptain excitedly, "We can ship them to China and they can......."

It's highly unlikely any information on the condition of the pilot will be released, unless his family agrees to it. Health conditions of a person are covered by very strict privacy laws.

The only detailed report I saw, was that he was pulled from the crashed aircraft by his family, as he crashed only a short distance from the house, and several family members witnessed him crashing.

Family members had to lift the engine off him and drag it aside, and his mother, who is a trained nurse, was one of the first on the scene, and administered first aid to him.

The report went on to say he suffered severe chest and leg injuries, and I'd have to opine it will be a long road to recovery for him - although it's amazing how well the body heals itself, and often people make a good recovery, even from very severe injuries.

I'm staggered no-one has thought of this before. 

.....underdeveloped areas of the State, such as the Nullarbor Plain, the Gibson Desert, and the Little Sandy Desert.

However, it soon became evident the rest of Australia was being rapidly left behind in economic development, as W.A. progressed rapidly under the Jewish language and the new Monarchy of Hutt River Province, which was given tax-free status and allowed to run the States finances.

"We should've done this decades ago", said Premier Me-Gowinn. "It's obvious the financial skills of an innovative farming family from Hutt River greatly exceed our combined State politicians and Public Service heads, who are so dumb, they don't even notice one of their mob knocking off $40M from the State coffers, just to cover his racing bets."

"Yes", said Onetrack, "With the Jewish language now the official State language, it means we can deal directly with the Global Money Moguls in their own language, and bypass all those thieving finance world bastards, such as Banks, Mortgage Brokers, Private Lending Consortiums, and even Pawn Shops. It's been known that the State finances got so low at one stage, Me-Gowinn was seen regularly hawking the States assets to Pawn Brokers, who refused to give him anything like they were worth."

The burgeoning wealth and increasing status of W.A. under the Hebrew language, led to much deep suspicion amongst the poorer areas of the East, such as Kapookistan and Moorabbistan, who were racked with drought, bushfires, poverty, Govt corruption, and a severe lack of decent gold mines.

"I don't understand what's going on in W.A.", whinged Crappy, "In fact, I don't even understand what they're saying! I reckon they're talking about us, behind our backs! I hate it when people talk in a foreign language, and you don't even know if they're talking to you, or talking about you!".

"Don't worry", said Turboid, "It won't be long before Hebrew is the official language of Australia, we've borrowed so much money nationally off the Global Jews, the country is virtually owned by them, anyway. Most people think the Chinese own most of Australia, but the Chinese are so far down the ladder, they won't even get a look-in, when the Jews foreclose, and....."

( [Onetrack bows] Thank you, thank you for the prize - no need for that applause [nor the CAPITALS], I'll just take a Paul's Vanilla Icecream in a cone, I'm a man of simple tastes, unlike that latte-sipping, chardonnay-swilling mob from Kapookistan and Moorabbistan)....

.....crimes against spelling, punctuation, grammar and Internet Forum etiquette."

"Yes, said Onetrack, "We know he's a shocker, he cracks onto more than just Mexitorian ladies, and he flashes more than just tablets." 

"He's been known to flash Qantas Gold FF cards, a signet ring with a rams head on it, a Rolex Air-King, and 24K gold cufflinks, with his initials monogrammed on them."

Turbo interjected here, "But he had a poor upbringing, give him a break. When other people put their rubbish bins out, his family took them in. You need to cut him some slack".

"I think I'd just like to cut him sometimes", Onetrack said, his eyes narrowing. "I mean to say, he'd flash the Queen if he got half a chance!"

"No I wouldn't!", interrupted Crappy, "I know better than that! - I've been edumacated in the finest one-room bush school ever built - Grong Grong Public!"

"The only problem was, they sold it while I was still attending it, so that's what made my edjewkation a little short on speeling, grammer and punkchewation!!"

"Yeah", said Turboid, "But you forgot to mention you were 19, and still in 3rd grade, when that happened!"

"No, that's not true!", said Crappy, "The truth is.......

"........ best little piece of gilt woodwork I've found in recent decades. However, someone has already knocked off the 2 stone tablets, and I'll wager it was some low-life from NSW, probably a descendant of a bushranger from the Wagga region".

"That's pretty bad", said the Turboid, "If you still had the stone tablets, that box would be worth more than my Penfold Grange Hermitage collection!"

"It's O.K.", said Onetrack, "I've got the best detectives on the case, they're ex-Italian Policia Di Stato, and they have access to the best recovery techniques, so I expect the tablets will just be dropped off on my doorstep, one evening, soon".

"Meantimes, we have to....."

......dogs, it make for great entertainment, just like watching RL brawls in NSW! But we're just honest farm folk here, we don't have expensive or demanding tastes, like those rich people from around, say, Wagga!"

Just then, Turbo interrupted. "Crappy, it's high time we did some more work on this Moth restoration (avref), you can't just sit here all night, knocking back drinks, and cracking smutty jokes with the bar girls!".

"Whaddya mean?, whined Crappy, "I swept the hangar floor last week, isn't that enough?"

"No," said Turbine, "We need to get our arses into gear if we want to win that next lot of........."

.....teeth, it really grates on your nerves.....

If they had a bit of intelligence, they could've mounted the solar arrays on wasteland and rocky outcrops, and thus save their good farmland for food production.

It is getting into the scary realm when you have to rely on another country to produce a fair percentage of your basic foodstuffs.

This is just one of the reasons I refuse to buy any Asian-produced food - it's not only the food quality angle, it's the hygiene angle, and the personal desire to not become reliant on Asian nations for our food.

.......you know the old saying, "No Brain, No Pain". "Yeah, that's her style, said the Craptain, "she never stops doing it, she does it twenty times a day!".

"That seems an awful lot for a woman", mused Onetrack, who was wondering what else she did in the SAS. 

"Ahh, I can see you're wondering what else she does?", said Crappy. "She's a past mistress at chess, high altitude flight, parachuting into enemy territory, and even doing high-level espionage!"

"In fact, there's nothing she can't do, and she can do it all, twenty times a day, and do it better than anyone else!"

"Gee, I was wondering why you look so tired and bedraggled", said Onetrack. "It must be absolute murder, trying to keep up?!"

"Oh that's nothing, said Crappy, now on his 11th gin for the day, "You should see her when she gets........."

.....IT is the bone in her ring finger, and sadly, IT has never worked properly since!". "But I married Sally!", cried the Rat - "and she doesn't miss the SAS one little bit, since I inducted her into horse riding, instead!

"Horse riding?", said Onetrack, who was starting to think the Cappy liked his women like his coffee - Hot, Black and Strong. "Yes, she can ride anything!", said the Cappy.

"Well, we knew about that, when she was in the Army", said Onetrack - "That's how she got the nickname of......"

Man, what a potent monster! 400HP! - and it will drag locked wheels under full throttle! Under 100 built!

But that flat 8 sounds so smooth. This one sat for 18 years! The owner must have been saving up for fuel money?!! 

.....whereupon, it promptly scrambled up towards the pulpit, preparing to make a jump for the ceiling, the favourite haunt of all possums.

But Father O'Reilly was made of stern stuff and grabbed the screeching, biting, clawing possum by the back of the neck, and promptly threw it outside.

"Alright, who is going to confess to this transgression of sanctity in the House of the Lord?", he thundered, eyeballing Turbo, who was trying to kick the bag under the pew, out of sight.

"Turbo! Is that a bag I can see under your pew?", inquired O'Reilly. "What is it doing there?", he said. The entire congregation swivelled around and looked right at Turbo, who was trying his best to shrink himself into half his size.

"I have no idea," said Turbo, "I'm sure it must have been there before I arrived".

"Do you know the penance for lying? - particularly to your pastor?" thundered Father O'Reilly. "Surely God will strike you down, if you lie to me!"

"O.K.," said Turbo meekly, "It was me, I just wanted to liven this place up. I don't like sitting through 45 minutes of being lectured on how I'm going to Hell, unless I repent."

"For this transgression, you will put $5 in the poor box and say 6 Hail Marys!" roared Father O'Reilly. "And don't try to tell me my sermons are boring, you blatant sinner!"

"Yes, Father", said Turbo, as he started on planning his next escapade, which would involve.......

Aircraft is now identified as a PA-32-300 six, not a PA-28.

http://www.kathrynsreport.com/search?q=venice

.....finally crashed into the stand of trees at the far end. "FXXXXXX PXXX Gyros!", exclaimed Bull as he climbed from the wreckage. "They told me they were dangerous, and they were right! It's only by the Grace of Allah that I've survived!" With that, he fell to his knees and started to kiss the end of the runway.

Just then, Abo Faker and Arse-Amah rolled up in a ex-U.S. Military Humvee that they'd resurrected from a pile of abandoned and partly-destroyed U.S. equipment in Iraq, when IS had overrun an American/Iraqi position.

The Iraqis had been put on Base perimeter security, and had failed to notice the IS guerillas sneaking up, because they were late turning up, and too busy sitting around in groups, sucking on hookahs, once they did turn up.

Immediately Abo and Arse saw Bull kneeling with this forehead touching the tarmac, they knew they were in the right place.

"LOOK!, said Arse-Amah, "A true believer has got here before us!! Let's go and pick up our brother!

So they gunned the Humvee to the end of the runway, jumped out and kneeled down in a praying position, alongside Bull - who was greatly surprised.

"Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!!", went Abo and Arse. "Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullah!!"

"WTF!!!", yelled out Bull, as he jumped to his feet. "Where did this bunch of Mad MXXXXXX's come from??"

However, Cappy and Turbo had rocked up in Landrover by now, and not wanting to offend the heavily-armed Abo and Arse, they both got out, and assumed a head-down, kneeling position.

"Psst, Bull!," whispered Cappy, "You'd better......."

....was still deep in sorrow over losing his last 2 bottles of Penfold Grange Hermitage to another old pisspot. "Who said FIFO is an alcohol-free zone?", said Onetrack. "What a complete furphy! It's only alcohol-free when you're on the job, and wearing Hi-Viz, steel-toe boots, safety glasses and hard-hat - and killing Kaffirs and Pig-Dogs! You can slosh down as much as you like when you're off-duty, just like when you've finished flying (avref)".

Suddenly, a group of West Aussie piggers drove up in a battered HQ Holden ute, fitted with dog crates and with 7 pigdogs on the back. They were bristling with armaments like a bunch of American backwoods hillbillies - including big knives, as well as high-powered centre-fire rifles and shotguns.

Cappy started getting fearful, these blokes looked particularly dangerous - and they were angry, too, after hearing about the fatwa Arse-Amah had issued on West Aussie pigs and pigdogs.

"Where's this Arse-Amah bloke!", one of the piggers yelled, we want to talk to him!! FXXXXXX MXXXXX CXXX, he is!!! We'll give him fatwa, alright!!!"

"I don't know who you're talking about!", stammered Cappy, "I've never heard of anyone by that name, and I've never even been anywhere near a Mosque!!"

"Well, we'll soon see about that!, yelled the wildest-looking pigger, as he cranked up the HQ ute with a can of Aerostart, "You'd better be......."

......the only difference is, they worship a false God, so we'll have to kill them all". With that, Arse-Amah issued a Fatwa for all wild pigs, as Cappy can't spell, and Arse-Amah thought he was talking about wild boars.

"Hang on", said Cappy, "What are you doing, killing all the W.A. wild pigs? The local piggers will be right out of employment and entertainment, let alone all their pigdogs as well!"

"PIG-DOGS! - did you say PIG-DOGS?, said Arse-Amah. "A thousand curses of Allah upon all their kind, and their offspring! We'll kill all of them, too!"

Right about then, Turbo beat a hasty retreat back to Moorabbistan, quickly realising he was right out of his depth by crossing the Nullarbor, and trying to deal with tough-dealing West Ozzies.

After all, West Ozzies had been dealing with (and producing), sharp mining and business shysters since before the Napoleonic Wars, so Turbo didn't stand a chance in negotiations, particularly when it came to carving up all the good mining areas in the North of W.A.

While Turbo was away, Cappy had been taking full advantage of his wine cellar and spirits sideboard, so he was in an exceptionally jolly mood when Turbo walked in.

"Hey, guess what, Turbo?, said Cappy, "Your last 2 bottles of '69 Penfold Grange Hermitage looked like they were going off, so I had to drink them!"

"YOU WHAT?", roared Turbo, "Those 2 bottles were worth $3000 each!! It doesn't matter if the contents were off, it's the unopened bottles that can be sold over and over again! No-one ever drinks the contents, that's stupid, you just keep on selling and reselling the unopened bottles at ever-higher prices!! What kind of mate are you, knocking off my Penfold Grange Hermitage??"

"But, but, but," stuttered Cappy, "I thought I was....."

According to the passenger, he first sighted smoke from under the starboard wing, near the landing gear.

As Facthunter says, there's no damage forward of the firewall, so it wasn't an engine fire.

If you look closely, you can see the fire was concentrated in the inner starboard wing area.

Interestingly, they were carrying 80 galls of fuel, and the firefighters still managed to recover 30 gallons from the port wing tank/s.

https://www.heraldtribune.com/news/20191117/fire-engulfs-plane-at-venice-airport

https://www.mysuncoast.com/2019/11/17/small-airplane-catches-fire-while-departing-venice-airport/

After renewables 30 years of subsidy and achieving just 1% of Australia's Peak power, I don't know how you could post the ANU BS with a straight face.

 

"1% of Australia's Peak power" is just cherry-picking facts. The important fact is that renewable energy production in total, produces 35% of Australia's power requirements during the daytime.

The missing factor is simply a storage method. S.A. has overcome that problem with the Neoen/Tesla battery, but there is still a need for the missing storage ability to be built.

Look up Sun Cable and see what the potential is, for our vast amount of harvestable "free" solar energy.

Those big holes in the ground are providing a power generation windfall with pumped hydro. There are 22,000 sites that have been identified as being suitable for pumped hydro by an ANU study.

Western Australias goldfields are littered with hundreds and hundreds of massive open-cuts, many of which have partly-filled naturally with brackish and salt water.

So there's not even a need for fresh water to run pumped hydro from them. Look up Kidston and Cultana, they are well on the way to becoming power generation sites that can provide electricity, when wind or solar is not supplying it. The best part is, most of these locations are in remote hot areas, so a combination of adjacent solar and pumped hydro works well.

I have no particular love for coal-powered generation and coal mining, despite having been involved in extensive amounts of open-cut mining.

I believe coal-mining and coal-power generation is on the way out, because it's simply becoming uneconomic.

I can't see the sense in digging up large areas of QLD to rail coal to far distant parts of the world to generate power.

It's costly to mine, it's costly to transport long distances, and the land devastation from open-cut coal mining is much more extensive, than any other type of open-cut mining. We need to protect our good agricultural land.

In W.A., the Collie coal operation lurches from one disaster to another. We had a State Govt that wasted over $300M of taxpayers money on refurbishing the corrosion-riddled Muja AB power station - which should never have been rebuilt, such was its poor condition - and after being rebuilt (it took from 2009 to 2013 to rebuild it), it was scrapped within 4 years.

http://brokenpromises.org.au/promises/muja-ab-power-station-refurbishment-paid-for-by-taxpayers

https://reneweconomy.com.au/western-australia-to-close-muja-coal-units-to-lower-power-bills-stabilise-grid-59710/

The Indians (Lanco Infratech) bought the ailing Collie mine and generators at the peak of the coal boom in 2011 - and have been losing so much money since, it's only a matter of a short time before its subsidiary Griffin Coal will collapse, and us long-suffering taxpayers of W.A. will be up for another massive bailout of a coal mine and coal-fired assets.

Lanco Infratech's imminent collapse has been predicted since 2015, they are merely jamming the door against the pack of wolves, and Lanco Infratechs parent company went bust in 2017.

http://www.ieefa.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Lanco-Infratechs-Griffin-Coal-Pty-Ltd_A-Western-Australian-stranded-fossil-fuel-asset_Dec2014.pdf

Collie coal in crisis - https://www.abc.net.au/news/rural/2019-10-30/mp-signals-crisis-as-takeover-of-collie-griffin-coal-looms/11651146