My old man went lived in Cunnamulla when he was in his teens and I remember him telling me a story about the toughest person in town. It was an Aboriginal woman who won a bronco buck riding competition when she was 6 months pregnant and every Friday she could be found fighting the local blokes in the pubs. One day a new Constable arrived in town. He was on patrol when he came across her rolling around and fighting in the main street with some bloke. He shone his torch in her face and she grabbed the torch off him and flogged him badly with it. He left town. The moral of the story. If a woman wants to act and behave like a man then treat her like a man. If she wants to fight and hurt you, hurt them first; same as a bloke. He also taught me to respect woman ie, never hit one (except in the above circumstance)...

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Jupiter said..

Not trying to be politically correct, Jolene. But isn't it also true that the similar scenes you described also happen regularly around the watering holes in the big cities, eg. Kings Cross ?

I am not familiar with watering holes in the big cities but I'm sure that you would be correct.

Its getting to be a common thing in country towns though and you seem to come across this drug induced psychosis all too often. I personalty have to deal with the drugged psychos that come to our store, Just recently we had a visit from a guy that put fuel in his car and couldn't pay for it, no wallet. Whilst he was looking for his wallet he opens up the tarp on his ute and to his surprise there is that week old dead sheep he forgot about. With his whacked out body movements and his mouth going at 100mph , he lowers the tailgate and drops the bastard out on the forecourt. I then have that to deal with too.

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Jolene said..

I am not familiar with watering holes in the big cities but I'm sure that you would be correct.

What I am trying to say is that drugs and alcohol can turn good people into trash, irrespetive of colour, creed, or where you live.

A year back I went out for a game of ping pong.

When I arrived I realised I had forgot to bring my bag.

I drove back the 20 Kms back to my house and when I got out of my car I walked past the bins on the way to my unit.

And there it was - on top of one of the bins. I had put some rubbish out and had rested the bag on the top of the other bin.

It had my i-pad,250 dollars and some other expensive stuff in it,

Anyway,as I picked it up a native who I'd never seen before walked past and shouted 'what you got there brother' - to that I replied just left my bag on the bin by accident.

'Sure it's yours' - yes. Then went totally off at me calling me a ****** white C whilst continuing to walk away

Sounds like he knew you then

driving twenty ks for a game of ping pong....thats hardcore
beer pong maybe.

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petermac33 said..
'Sure it's yours' - yes. Then went totally off at me calling me a ****** white C whilst continuing to walk away

May be he was just being a good neighbourhood citizen trying to ensure no dodgy looking characters with tattoos all over him taking things from bins? In fact, you were lucky that he didn't call the cops !

Eventually you get used to the attitude they have and just dismiss it . It does sadden me that they pass it on to the next generation . Ive lived in kalgoorlie long enough now to see what a mess they can create of 2 or even 3 generation of their own. they become their own worst enemy