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President Obama recently closed 80 sites related to counterfeiting in the US.

This was not perceived


as censorship, or a violation of civil rights. However, Ms Burney's threats, blackmail, bullying,
extortion, call it what you like, shows that this woman is capable of more than just violating family
rights, she will also strip you of your civil rights without a second thought and has done so for
years.

For people to be aware of the injustices this department inflicts upon families, is unheard rare.

Does this woman think she is Obama, or our prime minister, she is not even the premier, she is a
minister who must take full responsibility for this failing department. Oh how infuriating it must be
to be told this by a skumbag like myself. I bet you wish you could censor me. I am the sort of
person Linda likes to take children off. Yas already got mine Linda.

If I may use the Child Protection System as a reference being that I am familiar with it's
shortcomings, they have utilised censorship laws probably more than any other government
department in my uninformed opinion. This has harbored them from any accountability for decades,
resulting in CPS departments world wide festering into a debauched and deceitful businesses of
family persecution.

According to the ombudsmen who investigated the department of communities in NSW, things
have remained the same for some time, That would not be so bad except it is in a state of chaos, and
has been for years, with Ms Burney at the helm.

Bit by bit this system has contrived excuses to appease it's own power mongering direction, an out
of control machine which cannot be stopped, and has forgotten it's reason for existence. There is no
transparency, and the laws that purportedly are there to protect children, are used by this evil entity
to pursue it's own ends, hiding the constant trail of stuff ups and injustices, and the many
desecrated lives of the children who ultimately pay the price for their incongruous and discordant
approach.

My point is....

You have an example of what happens if even only a small part of a government is given exemption
from scrutiny by the courts, the press, and the public. With this privilege comes arrogance and self
assuredness from these perpetrators who answer to no one, and the narcissistic belief that they can
never be wrong.

Worst of all with their unassailable position of power, they claim no responsibility for their actions,
or decisions, good or bad, it is all hidden behind a veil of secrecy enforced by the threat of legal
action should the media, the families they have brutalised, or the children they have raped, pursue
their iniquities.

So where does the government stop, once it has started to remove websites? A better question is
where should they have started???? I believe she should get over this facebook page, give the kids
back, and if she wants to censor anything, get rid of the child porn off the internet.

This department has had the powerful tool of censorship at it's disposal for decades. This is the
common element of all Child Protection Services which are desecrating families around the world.
My uneducated opinion is that America is the worst CPS in the world, but Britain has a huge legal
kidnapping racket going on, with big $$$ being made for adopting the legally kidnapped babies out.

The babies are earmarked for adoption before they are born, and lower income families are targeted
because they cannot afford legal representation. If the mother raises her voice when they come and
take the children, she has anger management problems and is a danger to the children. This is not an
exaggeration.

Once again, this is all hidden by media laws, and the devastated parents have not only have their
babies kidnapped, but without a doubt go to jail if they say a word, but there are no reporters game
to touch it either. This is how CPS has deteriorated world wide. So you can stick your media laws
up your ass Linda.

I believe it is the prime minister's responsibility to have final say when web sites are to be shut
down or censored?

In the event of inconsistency between Commonwealth and State laws, section 109 of the
Constitution of Australia provides that the laws of the Commonwealth shall prevail over those of
a State to the extent of any inconsistency.

Section 51
(xxi) marriage;
(xxii) divorce and matrimonial causes; and in relation thereto,
parental rights, and the custody and guardianship of infants;

http://lukesarmy.com
So where does the government stop, once it has started to remove websites? A better question is
where should they have started????

I went to the casino tonight with my best friend. I had one bet, and I won $250. I left immediately
and when I saw my mate again he asked me.
“Mick, what's wrong, you haven't been yourself all night.”

What is fucking wrong is that 2 nights ago while I was looking at a bit of porn on the Internet, this
little girl, she would have been lucky to be 15, popped up in my face, tears in her eyes, and
obviously sexually abused.

Since then I keep seeing her beautiful eyes, crying, I keep seeing them.

Now I am supposed to be a children's rights activist. I promised myself.....

I was staying in the roughest part of Cairns, and each night I implored my conviction upon the
woman I was staying with, that I should jump the neighbor's fence 2 doors up, and rescue the baby
that was crying for help.

But I was told.....

There is always a child crying. It's Murray Street.

The next night...

That woman has so many kids, there is always a child crying.

And the next night...

Although I was adamant about jumping the fence to check on this baby, I was once again persuaded
that there was nothing unusual about this baby's shrieking.

That next morning, the third morning, there were about 20 people, department of child safety,
juvenile aid and uniformed police, whoever.

I stood out the front abusing them as soon as they arrived. You kidnappers, murderers, child
abusers. The one who took Lukey away was there, but I didn't let her see me.

Let me tell you friends....

That poor little baby girl had broken ribs and a broken hip and whatever else. I promised myself...
I would never turn my back on a child again.

Before Luke was born, I always thought there was “one” easy way to get into heaven. Jesus showed
by example, and he stated....

“There is no greater love than to give your life to save another”, and that is what he did.

I am not saying that I am a perfect person or a perfect Christian, nobody is, but there was only one
Adult who ever was innocent and pure, and he was slaughtered, the same as they slaughtered my
innocent little angel. I always believed that if I gave my life to save another's, I would instantly go
to heaven, this was the only easy way to get into heaven. Lukey showed me a another way. He was
pure and innocent, and destined to be that way for eternity.

I was brought to a fork in the road, after I was at a party when I was a skinny little 14 year old, and
in front of everyone, this girl was raped by this huge guy, in the grass. She was screaming, Help,
Help. Rape, Rape.”

A bit like that baby crying now I come to think of it. I then decided that it would be better to die
than to stand by and watch something like that again.

How ironic then, at the same unit in Murray St that I have just spoken of, I should look out the back
window because of the loud cheering I could hear, and encounter a procession of aboriginals and
islanders, indigenous people, traveling in a steady motion past the rear of the unit I was staying in. I
remember at the time we had estimated that out of the 3 or 4 hundred people living in the Murray
St. units, we were 2 of the probably 5 white people living there.

But they were commission houses, and although the mother of two had complained of severe
harassment of herself and her two primary school aged children, there was no immediate effort to
have her relocated. I am not bullshitting when I say, “Murray Street is the roughest part of Cairns.”
But yeh, I never said I was an angel. I been to jail, and I fuckin knuckled on, alright :)

When I was a young red neck, I was a pot dealer. I met a good woman, much to the relief of my
family, and she taught me a bit of class and self respect, at least that is what I think I was lacking.

Anyway, so I am at Murray St. I am staying there after this woman and her two kids have had rocks
thrown through her back windows, and is continuously harassed, night after night, by the young
gangsters of Murray St. These things happen. It stopped after the first night I stayed there.

So I am watching about a hundred black people, or more, as they cheer happily and proceed almost
in an organised manner past the rear of our unit. It is then that I notice these two mammoth black
guys in the middle of them, covered in blood, and exchanging punch for punch. That is Murray St.
all over for you folks.

Note: It has been very therapeutic to write this story out, I have been antagonised by my thoughts
continuously for the last couple of days, but this is all good.
So the procession continues around the side of the house and back around the front. So now, not
only are there all the people from over the other side of the project where it began, but now it is in
another part of what we call, “The Bronx.”
The crowd has grown rapidly into what was invariably the whole population of Murray St., one
continuous cheer, that's the way it is.

So finally, as fate would have it, right in our car park, about 10 metres in front of the front door
where I was positioned, one of the gladiators was knocked unconscious. The big fella who was still
standing laid the boot in a couple of times out of disgust, and marched off, seemingly satisfied with
his triumphant victory which was beheld by many.

A crowd gathered around the the man who was laying there unconscious, I remember having
concerns that he was dead. There were quite a few gathered close to him, by this time there were
well over 100 spectators, probably a couple of hundred, scattered in front of our block of units. I
don't think I was the only one who was worried that he may be dead.

A couple of minutes had gone by, when we all heard a bellowing, as the victorious indigent
gladiator became discontented with the culmination of violence ending this way.

All of a sudden you could hear a loud war cry, as this man stormed back directly towards his slain
opponent, still motionless on the ground. Nobody, out of the probably 200 people knew what to do.
The guy was still not moving. One brave and commendable man appealed to him to stop. I
remember clearly, he did it out of kindness for the unconscious man, he put forward a plea for
mercy....

One punch, and this good samaritan was knocked out cold. There were now two lifeless bodies
lieing on in the car park of the Murray St flats, and 200 indigenous onlookers, and between 3 and 5
of us white people.

He got to within a metre of the still motionless body of his defeated opponent, and effortlessly, the
words came from my mouth.

“OI, LEAVE HIM ALONE.”

All of a sudden, everyone in the Murray St flats was looking at the only white guy there, who was
risking his life for some black guy he had never met. It was a strange feeling, and I felt like I
immediately had to justify my actions, like everyone was expecting something more.

“He's fuckin unconscious”, I said as this monster of an islander glared at me, blood streaming down
his face after his exhalation as a victorious warrior in front of his peers was dismissed, rather
challenged. He glared at me then t urned, put his face toward the ground, and stormed off, not
raising his head to anyone. It was surreal, no one spoke a word, and that many people, black or
white, you will never see in total silence, even at a funeral. .

That was not the end of it. Within 10 minutes about 50 of the “Murray St. Mob” had gathered back
exactly where this debacle had ended. The slain victim had arisen, and was right in amongst the
mele that ensued, right in front of our unit. My response? I picked up my guitar, plugged it in and
played it flat out while they blewed on.

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