Gee Firko, I thought I would get a better bite than that.....remember the PM now comes from that "redneck state"....gee, its all falling apart down there now isn't it
Yeah a bit later on I realised that I'd been too restrained.
I'll never forget my first experience with the Queensland police. It was 1971 and we were sitting in the old Beer Garden Hotel in Surfers Paradise enjoying a few cold beers when four big Queensland coppers came walking through the garden with scowly looks on their faces, I didn't think too much about it and continued to chat away with my mates but as the cops drew level with me some unknown person behind me said "the ambulance are here, there must be a problem". One of the cops stopped, asked what I'd said and when I told him I'd said nothing he jobbed me hard in the face and shouted at me with his face an inch from mine, spittle flying like a garden sprinkler, that he was a "Queensland flucking Policemen, not a flucking Ambo" and dragged me out to the street by my hair (
I had long hair then) and threw me head first into the side of a parked car. He then looked me dead in the eye and told me that his duty beyond everything he does as a policemen was to rid drug addicted scum like me from the streets of Queensland. He then jobbed me twice more and went back into the pub. A few minutes later he and his copper mates came back out with my three mates and some other long haired blokes and told us to "get the fluck out of Queensland and back to whatever shit hole we came from".
That was the very first day of our very first trip to race our drag car at the Surfers Paradise Speed Week meeting and it left an indelible impression on 20 year old me. That same weekend some other racing mates from NSW were pulled over and arrested when the cops searched their van and found a bag of pot that hadn't been there before they'd been pulled over, if you get my drift. That my friend was my introduction to Bejlke Petersens Queensland and his rotten police force and the start of my life long distaste for redneck conservative politics and crooked cops.....now you know why my little fibro cottage Mt Druitt is more a paradise to me than a penthouse in Broadbeach would ever be
...............Go the Mighty Blues, Go the mighty Wallabies and Go the Waskally Wabbitoes.