The Good News Is Also The Bad News

Hi to y'all whom have been hittin'-up this 'ere blog recently...obviously, I haven't posted anything since about March 2025, but as you've likely read about some of The Issues involved already, given what doing it has cost me, physically/mentally/legally, it's pretty much a case of self-preservation...I, that is 'we'...(cheers-Ed)...just had to walk away from it for a wee while...and even then, just doing that was problematic in and of itself 'cos I felt driven to address/resolve all this and hugely guilty for 'dropping it'... 

As others have put it to me, just reading the content can be fairly heavy going at the best of times, so it must be extraordinarily traumatising to actually be living this shizzle...and indeed it is, and indeed that's why I started the blog in the first instance...it had/has the dual benefits of 1) allowing me to address those issues in a context where I was otherwise powerless/voiceless 'cos our local mainstream media was/is a big part of the problem...and 2) giving me a massively cathartic conduit to release the anger/trauma and achieve a sense of achievement/resolution where neither actually really existed...

But even after I'd given it away, that compulsion to fight-back, to resolve everything/anything, it relentlessly pushed me to step sortta' sideways into TMGI Facebook...that is to say, I've continued to try and engage with important and even relatively minor issues in a short-form, far-more-polite way by doing a The Mount Gambier Independent Facebook page...by way of example, please be availin' y'allselves of the paste-'n'-copy piece just there below, my most recent post on TMGI Facebook...

Again thank y'all, your support/patronage has inspired me to re-engage with this 'ere blog, and I will embrace what is clearly my strengths if not actual destiny, and continue to butt my rather generous noggin' against the colossal coalface that is fundamental human nature...to the Facebook... 

Hi,

Yet another rather brutal week in my li'l corner of the universe.

As I've oft said; "If you're a halfway decent person, who gives half a plucked pheasant about other persons/humanity and the environment/planet, etc etc et al; and you're halfway informed as to the status/condition of all the aforementioned, then you're in for a very tough go of it.

By way of example.

I've talked briefly about my PTSD/trauma/Agoraphobia stuff, ie, what triggers it and how it manifests, etc.

Because this is such serious/unpleasant/traumatic fare, I'm gunna' try to keep it as jovial as the subject matter allows.

Agoraphobia: has many different triggers/guises/responses, and it can be a bituvva' catchphrase, but we're in the ballpark, yeah?

Mine is essentially/literally every time I leave the house, I encounter some trauma-triggering event.

By way of example and to put it in context for you, let's say it's some sort of issue at your childs' former school.

And lets say that everyone involved who should've acted to resolve that issue, chose instead, to do the exact opposite.

And let's call doing thattttt, I dunno', let's call it 'complicit'.

Then imagine that every time you leave your house, in that very small town, literally every time ya' gunna' have to drive past some related building/place and/or see that person/s complicit, etc etc.

And then imagine, stick with me, imagine that 'cos a' all a' that ya' get unwittingly edumicated about all sortsa' other great stuff about, let's say, Council Corruption, and also, I dunno', 'Grooming Predators' maybe.

Andrew Tate's on the tv/radio/news a lot at the moment, so it's often difficult to even get outta' the house before getting bludgeoned with that dainty trigger-stick.

Which leads us to this; last Saturday morning on ABC SE Radio and an interview about a jazz show in the Main Corner.

The Main Corner Corruption is a story unto itself, and I was just laughing at that when taken by a sense of impending dread.

And I didn't have to wait long; mutual gushing praise for Graeme Lyall.

And if you don't understand why the mere mention of that name is such offense unto mine delicate shell-like, then I envy you, I'd rather not know too.

If ya wanna' know then Interweb-search him; search-term him and 'New Matilda' and/or read TMGI The Blog.

Reckon the young interviewee had no idea, fair enough, but the interviewer knows who Graeme is.

Thanks for reading this through, hope it wasn't too confronting/traumatising, but I can't carry all this stuff all the time, sometimes I just gotta' say it out loud.

Also, it puts into context why I talk about enjoying the pleasant distraction of the minutiae of dog park shelters or dodgy bores, etc, 'cos compared to this stuff, that's a doddle.

Cheers, Nick

Like I said, relatively calm, relatively polite...in fact, given the vast array of cascading traumas that this sent stampeding to thunderous rampage across the battered steppe that is my lived reality, I reckon I've done quite well there...(and not a bad sentence if we do say so ourself-Ed)...ah, yes, for those new to this 'ere blog, that's Eds' way of reminding you that he's a confected literary device used to construct discussion rather than lecturing, set-up jokes, etc etc, ie, it's me, just me...(it's like SAPol Anti-Corruption Branch 'Operation Baritone', that's just you too isn't it?-Ed)...wow, you just will not let that go will you?..(let it go? me, let it go? I might remind you that you write me, soooo-Ed)...ah yeah...(and besides, it's also a remarkable story, an entire SAPol 'Operation' targeting one single person and their blog-Ed)...yes, well, when you put it like that...(we do put it like that 'cos that is exactly what it is like!-Ed)...fa' shizzle...

(And also besides, it doesn't hurt to remember that SAPol and the Court repeatedly refused to address any of the litany of well-documented crimes/issues rampant in this 'ere blog, insisting instead that your 'ICAC trial' was only about us, ie, this 'ere blog-Ed)...fair point...(and do you remember that one hilarious time that Magistrate Ian White did specifically address one issue, ie, the St Martins Lutheran School Child Abuse Cover-up, albeit to dismiss it as a fiction, stating "I see no evidence of a cover-up...etc etc"? remember that?-Ed)...I wouldn't call it hilarious, but yes, I recall...(yeah, and as he said it you just stood-up and berated him, "Who do you think you are? You don't get to say whether or not there's been any abuse at that school!"...etc etc-Ed)...sure, and your point?...(the looks on the faces of the various Court staff present, no disrespect intended, but the slack-jawed bewilderment that someone would do/say that-Ed)...yeah okay, that was kinda' funny...

And equally funny, that for all the times/shizzle I've been in that Courthouse, it was/is one of the very few places I could/can go in this town and know I'll be treated respectfully...(it's almost like they've seen so many dickheads through there that they can see 'hey, this one isn't quite as much dickhead as most we've had to deal with', and that dealing with you is going to be a calm and mutually respectful experience-Ed)...     

If you've read enough of the blog to be pre-acquainted with Graeme, you'll fully appreciate 1) really actually how well I've done there (above) to keep it that focussed/respectable for Facebook ...and 2) why I might feel obligated to spell it all out, again, for those whom may not yet have had the pleasure...which ironically but with a definite air of serendipity is how we'll re-launch this 'ere blog, with a thorough post about ol' mate Graeme and all his groovy jazz buddies/supporters/sycophants...

Tomorrow: Grooming, Sexual Assault, And All That Jazz

And I know well in advance that ain't almost nobody gunna' thank me for slingin' mud, albeit factually correct mud, at their precious shreckin' jazz...(well I wouldn't call it mud, I'd call it excrement, and it's excrement of their own creation, so no-one should complain when we return it whence it came-Ed)...another great point Ed, you're runnin' hot today...

I am Nick Fletcher and this is my blog...cheers and laters...