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believe it or not: carter court tales...

must have been an act of vindictiveness from a mean petty narrow spiteful malicious person to spray my mint patch.

limbo rock how low can you go...

 Hi folks.

just received  a two day spell in the fbdoghouse. against community standards.

heeeehehehehe. that's nuthing. just somethin I learned over in England.

Bavmorda got the search engine into gear and there you have it.

busted. just like that.

any rate she will be gone soon.

jezebel mulch mcgurko herself

Like Someone In Love (Remastered)

willow weep for me....

 hehehe

wait there is more

the truth about Carter Court, Carterton, New Zealand. a strange and terrible saga...

 "We know everything there is to know and if we dont know it then it doesn't matter because if it did then we would know it"

It began when I first moved in and before Carter Court took ownership.

first there were drones hovering outside my door. then the mower contractor started coming in on Sunday mornings between 6:30 and 7am and leaving his mower with the engine running outside my window while he went off doing other things. I told the vicar who was  then on the carter society board. Rather than changing his hours he threw it all in.

Then the management at Carter Court hired allistair conwell who started doing the same thing so I went to my then landlords representative Brian McWilliams who went to Carter Court and obtained an agreement to not mow on weekends  before 10 am. The note from Carter Court said 9am?

Later Conwell asked me if I knew how to get rid of the broadleaf in the main lawn. I told him how we did it when I worked for Parliamentary Services. He objected to that saying it would cost him too much to run a mower mowing a fertilised lawn.

He actually brought in a contractor early one morning and sprayed the lawn which was  then polka dotted with black plantains which grew back in two weeks. Now he only runs the mower in a way that could be described as a light trim and the so called lawn is now mainly all weeds.

At the same time he was spraying the rose garden at the front of Carter Court till they all expired! The Carterton Rose society used to prune and feed this rose garden but somehow they got pushed away while this person with no training practiced his version of gardening.

He was doing the same thing to the box hedge along the  entranceway and I did mention it to the manager one day who just shrugged it off. Meanwhile the hedge was nearly dead and I kept on writing about it here till the mesage got through and he stopped doing it

When I told the previous manager at Carter Court that her so called gardener did not have any qualifications she flat out lied and said yes he did. Then appropos of nothing she said,"I can have you evicted you know"

It was he who initiated this pernicious spraying regime around the ground  of Porritt Place. There is now no refuge for bumblebees in the margins and all the footpaths are outlined with a big brown shit stain on the edges.

There is absolutely no need for this intense manicuring. It is all pure nonsense designed to make it look like they are doing something. It is makework to fill in HOURS and it takes three days of fiddling round the edges to do what took the previous landlord the Carterton District Council three hours. Now the edges are filled with weeds that were never there before.

In a past life I worked on the WCC as a journeyman labourer, at Parliament ditto and I was a leading hand on the VUW groundstaff and on all those jobs we never used any spray at all. all weeding was done with hand tools or HAND and we worked for our money and did not stand around posing for the oldfolks to go ooh and ahh. We were told what to do by overseers with credentials.

One day this man conwell came into Porritt Place and went round telling everyone except me that I had been trespassed off Carter Court?

As he was leaving he  advanced on me while I was holding a hose and he copped it.

The then manager (no 2) came over and banged on my door and I told him to take a hike. He called the cops. One stopped me on the way into town and proceeded to give me a lecture on behaviour. I stopped him and said "Let the magistrate sort this out". He said it was not going to go that far so I just walked off and left him standing there. There is another lie in his version of events annd in his report he opines that I have "MENTAL PROBLEMS". ?????

NOICE.

Furthermore the so called gardener took to spraying my beans (heritage) and tomatoes and I never had a single crop of either.

I also suspect that he sprayed my laundry with roundup/glyphosate. I detected a faint aroma several times but brushed it off. However shortly after  I had my first attack of psoriasis and It hasn't gone away. My doctor said it was not proven that glyphosate causes psoriasis but that stress will aggravate it.

Carter Court has employed both these people on the it's who you know principle nothwithstanding that they know anything. Ignorance is at a premium at Carter Court and these people come and go but their nastiness and cowardly tit for tat lives on forever. 

Carter Court has relinquished any claim to be "JUST LIKE HOME" when it allows its staff to bully, intimidate, assault and harass its residents just because they feel like it.

Someone should examine their certificate of incorporation to see wether the goals of the Carter Society are to reject people they feel that Carterton is too good for.

The place is rotten and the staff turnover at the management level is high so there is obviously problems there. 

I went to the community law centre to find out about these people from Carter Court and they produced this file from them. (Carter Court) about two inches thick which upon reading was a whole jumble of unsubtantiated, unchallenged charges and  assertions. 

When I asked the previous manager for copies of any thing they had about me she sent a few scraps of paper nothing like the   thick pile produced by the lawyers.

I made a bad mistake by not putting everything in writing. 

And when I did the reply was hand delivered by "THE GARDENER" who I watched take it into the flat next door where he and the neighbour steamed it open and delivered it in the night!

One so called complaint against me was I had been seen pissing outside. 

True but there was a leak in the toilet with water on the floor at all times and when I told the manager about it she ignored me. It wasn't till the annual inspection that they decided they had to do something about it which they never did until it burst one day.

They have still not replaced the rotten lino in the bathroom. And I attribute these cracks to the cellulitis that put me in hospital for a week.

and...

did I tell you the one about the "GARDENER"  inviting me to the christmas party? I went out and came back in half an hour and there was a note on my door saying I wasn't "ALLOWED" to come???????? 

and how about this one. when the people from the CLC asked Carter Court for a copy of any correspondence they conveniently omitted the letter I sent asking for an apology for an attempted assault by the groundsperson and the threat of her boyfriend to come round and give me the bash!

and another: I dont drink and I dont do acid so it wasn't the DT's or hallucinations but my unit was overun by a plague of centipedes! your guess is as good as mine.

and how about bringing your sheets inside off the line and white tailed spiders fall out!!!!!!!!

and today 7/11/2022 the female gardener has spent all morning outside my unit on the other side of the hedge while people come and go and they talk about me. She was there all last week watering a new sown patch of lawn seed and looking through my window in the only gap in the hedge. That is harrassment.

Is this how Carter Court allow their staff to conduct their business by picking on individuals? 

like the time it walked up to me and started poking me in the chest and said,"wait till we take over then I will have power over you."

derrrrrr

and the time he came up behind me in the Carterton Library and snatched the Dompost from under my elbow while I was copying something onto the computer!

and the time he actually ran at me in the street! he saw somebody watching and he veered off.

and what about this?

someone has obtained a key to my unit. How do I know? Well except for 1 all the probiotics were taken from the bottle and my spare packet of instant coffee was gone! and the door was closed giving entry into the kitchen and the front door was unlocked. Thats how I know.

Previously I did complain verbally to the then manager that someone had a key to my unit but she just laughed it off. It did stop but lately has started up again and this time things are going missing. batteries, coffee, tea, 

when this first started happening someone was  coming into my unit and moving things around to let me know they had been in here. I told the then manager and she just laughed it off. hahaha.

8/11/22 

she is back again this morning standing there for half an hour looking through my window. If the seed has not germinated by now it never will and standing there day after day almost constitutes harassment.

and yet another example of the people next door.

I complained to Carter Court about my neighbour accosting my visitors.

I wrote a letter and put it in the post.

two days later I saw the "GARDENER" come along the path with an envelope in his hand and he went into the neighbours unit. 

The next day the managers reply to my letter was in my letterbox with the seal broken on the unstamped unposted envelope!

It is all coming back to me now.

The same guy who threw in the lawnmowing contract at Carter Court rather than alter his timetable of parking his mower outside my unit on sunday mornings with the engine running connived to engineer a fake heart attack at one of the other units and he parked his fire engine outside my unit with the engine running for four hours on a Sunday morning. I never saw any ambulance.

I complained to Fire Service head office in Wellington who sent me a letter of apology and a whole troop of senior Wairarapa firemen came to my door and apologised in person!

and yet another one.

this one is very peculiar.

Every Saturday morning for about three months whenever I left my unit to go to town I would get half way down Pembroke Street when the "gardener" would drive past me slowly on the other side of the road mouthing obscenities at me.

How he knew my movements is another question.  

When he worked out my movements he would go straight to the Library and grab the paper. Once when I was copying something out of the newspaper he sneaked up behind me and snatched it away!

another time I went in and left. I saw him putting the paper away and I went back but he had seen me and stopped putting it away and sat down again so I could not read it!

They had to rearrange the seating in the Library because he and a group were doing right wing racist rants and other people were concerned about what they were hearing.

nasty stuff. 

x one last thing even though there is always one more thing that can be said about anything.

a mr arcus. believed late. asked him not to spray plants so he ran over them with the mower.

should write a book

any ghost writers out there want a job?

meanwhile while all this bullshit is going on I learned how to play the electric guitar, see dave letterman at his best and dispense advice to sundry recipients. helluva year. got the mighty 20 nux wound up and it is fun and games. learned 1 only exercise from arlen roth dvd and it is ace.

happy new year

 

mirror mirror on the wall

who is the coolest of them all?

hehehe

another ornament erected on saturday. the groundperson is now painting it. right in my field of view.

she woke me up this morning revving an elctric device and yabbering outside my window!

then the manager came over and gave me back the key to my unit.

if it had have been conwell there would have been screams that you could hea from hear.

il mucchio selvaggio...

 

sands of the kalahari...

 watching bear grills do the !Kung and San bushmen.

He opined that they had been there for over 20,000 years.

The fact is they are not autochthonous and dna analysis shows connections to some far flung gene pools.

In other words they are occupying a niche.

they survive on virtual forrests of maroula trees where they compete with elephants and other abundant wildlife for the fruit.

When anthropologists first arrived on the scene it was found that the !kung did not have a proper language as such and instead communicated in clicks and animal imitations.

It was the same case in New Zealand when the first white people arrived. They found a people that had no proper language as we understand it but were quick to learn the usefullness of the naming and descriptive power that had suddenly opened up for them which gave birth to native pdigin then total adoption of english as the lingua franca.

Now we have a force operating in society trying to re-introduce a pidgin language and proclaiming it as cultural right.

In no way is it a cultural right in the correct technical sense. It does on now way contribute to the mastery of the naural world. it is  a claim being made on society as a whole for the establishment of social mores and specific behaviour from a group with specific interests in defining identity and their willingness to confront.

Sure it might make the media more "colourful" but in the long run it is moneyand resources that would be better spent elsewhere

TOP THREE movie directors of all time...

 John Ford

Sam Peckinpah

Sergio Leone

Bob Dylan - The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (REMASTERED LIVE FOOTAG...

Bob Dylan - Motorpsycho Nightmare (Official Audio)

we all had a real good time...

St Johns Vinyl Fair today.

cool little gathering 

next time I will advertise it on here.

scored the Edgar Winter cd and no one bought linda or joan or maria?

nero my god to thee...

 being raised in anhy church always leaves an indelible mark.

for me it was the music. blessed assurance, onward christian soldiers, stand up for jesus.

looking back now the other mark  was when a band of the US Navy or it might have been US Marines ame to our town and  played to all the kids who had been rounded up to fill The STADIUM. Those guys knocked it out.

Lately though it has been the Louvin Brothers  version of Nearer My God To Thee. A truly remarkable piece of  country gospel close harmony singing vocals backed with a dynamic driving mandolin from Ira the  elder of the the two Louvin brothers ranked no 4 in Rolling Stones top twenty vocal duos.

As usual in country music the gifted ones are also wild and he was too. He took it to the edge and died young in a car crash. I heard the wreck on the highway.

The louvins were actually Loudermilks, cousins to the great John D. Loudermilk but their agent told them to change their name. Short and sweet and on the cover of a whole bunch of some of the finest singing you will hear anywhere anytime anyplace. 

The song is in 3/4 time in the key of E with a unique metre. tricky stuff hehehe.

I do have another vocal version by Jo Stafford and Kenneth Mckellar but it is not a s finely tuned as the brothers exquisitely crafted version

I Like The Christian Life is another fine louvin compostion  featured on the  nifty Byrds album Sweethearts Of The Rodeo. Gotta watch them metres.

Ira and Charlie Louvin

a question of justice...

 a reasonable discussion on the telly.

however the panel did not distinguish between evil and insanity

the main case discussed is clearly insane and diagnosing him or others beforehand hand is not  likely to occur unless there was a prior psychotic episode.

however now that justice has handed down the sentence then he should be studied as an example of how paranoia is hidden until the psychological charge becomes unbearable and is translated into a homicidal psychotic episode which has the primary goal of disguising the powerful unconscious desire of repressed homosexuality.

these are difficult reasons and justice must decide what is evil and what is produced by a very sick mind.

it is not possible to really understand paranoia until one has properly read the psychoanalytic viewpoint where this particular illness is examined   disected described and discussed.

the dsm and other manuals do not fully cover all the symptoms nor do they fully examine the reasons rather than the effect.

starfighters...

 

texas jack...

On one of his cattle drives through Texas in the late 1860s, Texas Jack Omohundro chanced upon a number of ransacked wagons with an escort of soldiers dead and scalped nearby. Inspection of the wagons revealed a number of dead settlers who had come with this military escort bound west across the plains. Texas Jack rode to the nearest fort and lead some of the soldiers there in pursuit. Following the trail of horses leading away, they came upon a group of Comanche. Getting the drop on the Indians, Jack and the soldiers were able to rescue a boy and two girls that had been taken captive by the warriors.

Escorting the children to safety on the backs of the Comanche ponies he took with him, Jack pondered what to do with the children. He asked the boy, the oldest of the children, “What’s your name, son?”

The shy boy hesitated and then asked, “What’s yours?”

“Jack”

The boy thought about it for a moment.

“Me too.”

Texas Jack took the children to a Fort Worth orphanage where he sold the ponies and generously offered to fund their education. For the rest of his life, the boy called himself “Texas Jack Jr.” He would later take up his benefactor's mantle as an actor and showman, starring as Frederick Russell Burnham, American Chief of Scouts in an early British film called Major Wilson’s Last Stand, which depicted battles between the British South Africa Company and native Ndebele warriors in present-day Zimbabwe. Having made his mark on cinema, he came back to America and started “Texas Jack’s Wild West Show & Circus," which he would tour around the world.

Jack Junior toured in America, Australia, Europe, and South Africa, carrying on the tradition of showing audiences a stylized version of the cowboy lifestyle established by his namesake. Traveling the world, the show was in Ladysmith, South Africa in 1902 where a young man approached Texas Jack Jr. to ask him if he was really from Texas and to ask for a job wrangling horses or setting up tents for his shows. Demonstrating his namesake’s keen eye for showmanship, Jack Jr. asked the young man if he could pull together a rope trick act. The young man said he believed he could and Jack Jr. hired him on the spot. Texas Jack Jr. suggested the young performer adopt the nickname “The Cherokee Kid." This was Will Rogers's first job in show business.

Later in his life, as part of his traveling show, Texas Jack Junior wrote a poem about his life, including a verse about his capture by the Indians and rescue by Omohundro:

Come, give me your attention,

And see the right and wrong,

It is a simple story

And won’t detain you long;

I’ll try to tell the reason

Why we are bound to roam

And why we are so friendless

And never have a home

My home is in the saddle,

Upon a pony’s back,

I am a roving Cow-boy

And find the hostile track;

They say I am a sure shot,

And danger, I never knew;

But I have often heard the story,

That now I’ll tell to you

In eighteen hundred and sixty-three,

A little emigrant band

Was massacred by Indians,

Bound West by overland;

They scalped our noble soldiers,

And the emigrants had to die,

And the only living captives

Were two small girls and I.

I was rescued from the Indians

By a brave and noble man,

Who trailed the thieving Indians,

And fought them hand to hand;

He was noted for his bravery

While on an enemy’s track;

He has a noble history

And his name is Texas Jack.

Old Jack could tell a story

If he was only here,

Of the trouble and the hardships

Of the western pioneer;

He would tell you how the mothers

And comrades lost their lives,

And how the noble fathers

Were scalped before our eyes.

I was raised among the Cow-boys,

My saddle is my home,

And I’ll always be a Cow-boy

No difference where I roam;

And like that noble hero

My help I volunteer,

And try to be of service

To the Western pioneer.

I am a roving Cow-boy,

I’ve worked upon the trail,

I’ve shot the shaggy buffalo

And heard the coyote’s wail;

I’ve slept upon my saddle.

And covered by the moon;

I expect to keep it up, dear friends,

Until I meet my doom.

The year given in the poem of 1863 is incorrect. On his passport application forms, Jack Junior states that he was born in either 1866 or 1867, but that he did not know the particular date of his own birth.

Texas Jack Junior, who dropped the "Junior" when he began to perform outside the United States, married fellow performer Lily Dunbar on March 25th, 1891 in Bundaberg, Queensland, Australia. Lily took the surname "Jack" as a married woman. They had one child, named Hazel Jack.

By 1897, the couple was living in London, England, and Jack was listed as a professional horse trainer. In November of that year, Texas Jack Junior filed for divorce from Lily, stating that "on the 13th day of October 1897 my said wife the said Lily Jack committed adultery with F.E. Mannell at No, 25 Whitcomb Street, Coventry Street in the County of London." Included in the divorce petition is a brief description of Jack's childhood:

"My parents are unknown, and...ever since my birth I have always been known and called by the name of Texas Jack, and have no other Christian or surname whatever; as when a child my parents were killed by the American Indians in Texas, who carried me off to their camp, where I lived until I was recovered from them by the United States of America's troops, about 1868."

It is unknown if the divorce was granted, but Lily Dunbar Jack died shortly afterwards, passing away in London at the age of 31 in April of 1902. Sadly, Texas Jack Junior died just over five years later, on October 25, 1905, in Kroonstad, South Africa, where he had recruited Will Rogers three years before. His death notice lists him as a widower and notes that he left the entirety of his estate to his 14-year-old daughter Hazel Jack, listed as living in Prahran, Melbourne, Australia.

 

Little Ole Wine Drinker Me

the heavy hand of Carter Court...

 The management need a wake up call.

I have worked at far larger operations than this one in the past and furthermore I have studied the esteemed management academic Alfred Chandler and these people do not cut it.

They have had five managers since  I have been here with another senior staff person leaving this week  and I never saw one of them in the grounds. They all left it to people who knew some one who knew someone and they got a job without any credentials or qualifications and they are let loose to do as they see fit.

The female GARDENER asked me why there were all these acorns on the ground when she was standing under an oak tree!!!!!!!

just got back from the Mayors beano.

four mayors all lined up. hehehehehe.

anyway I spoke to a senior council employee at the do who was in some part in charge when the council owned our units and when I described the current modus operandi remarked that it was not best practice in any way and basically laziness!!! 

The Carterton District Council spent quite a bit of money filling the lacuna between the units and the footpaths with matting and gravel to combat weeds and the wildlife. There was a pigeon loft down the path and there was a bad faeces disposal problem at Carter Court and the whole area was rife with an unending army of cockroaches coming through the windows etc. along comes the GARDENER trying to be a big noter with a  budget and he punched holes through all the matting to plant shrubs like a tot producing their first stool on a potty. Look at me!

I fail to see why the management panders to these low grade human beings. They seem to be in serious need of someone to kiss their hindquarters.

my message to carter court is if any allegations are ever tested in court then you will get a real roasting. is that clear enough?

You wont like it when all this stuff comes up before a judge!

hank williams and the drifting cowboys...

 Hank in front of the microphone at Ryman Auditorium electrifying a live audience. On his debut Opry appearance of June 11, 1949 he was called back for six encores and the audience had to be implored not to call him back for more to allow the rest of the show to go on.

Hank's most famous version of the Drifting Cowboys... Bob McNett (guitar), Hillous Butrum (bass), Jerry Rivers (fiddle) and Don Helms (steel guitar).

Carter Court. Carterton New Zealand...

 Once again I am being threatened by the management at Carter Court.

ON Saturday I was kicked and then threatened with bodily harm by the person who sprays the weeds on Saturday mornings. She is not a qualified gardener and saturday mroning spray day fills up her hours without actually having to do any work.

The person doing it has no qualifications whatsoever and when I questioned them they could offer no rational explanation for their behaviour and then lost their temper. following that she tried to kick me and then threatened me with bringing her husband round to bash me up.

No one at Carter Court has any gardening qualifications or credentials and basically they are lazy and trying to take some sort of easy way out.

The previous owners i.e. the Cartertonb District Council came round to all of our units and filled the gap betwqeen the paths and the building with special matting and then nice gravel on top. As soon as Porritt Place Changed Hands the gardener started punching holes in the matting and putting plants in.

they are not used to having their will thwarted either.

I will see a lawyer tomorrow and think about making a complaint to the police.

The manager accuses me of offenses that have never been tested and as whenever I made  a complaint I made it verbally and their is no record.

However I have compiled a harrassment journal which should be sufficient evidence should anything ever come of it.

I am not going to take this lying down. these people have been harrassing me off and on for ten years and this is just the latest incident.

this here is an affadavit  of record

I rang the Masterton POlice Station today and told them what happened and they said as I had not reported it on the day then they would do nothing.

fair enough but I am making a public record that a certain person employed by Carter Court threatened me with her husband coming round to give me the bash. 

hiwa hau maka...