Poor old James Packer, eh?
Never called me, that's for sure. I could have told him to watch his back.
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| Not so funny now, though, James, is it... |
I have been completely forthright and even, explicit, right here in this very Blogspot.
Anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about hasn't been reading here over the last, oh at least year or more!
Enough of this sad affair, though. It doesn't really interest me any longer except to say that if this is the way the Australian Security Intelligence Services 'protects' its own country's top ranked, wealthiest of citizens, then they can all go and get f*.
Did they not know? Did they not care? I dunno. I don't care anymore. It's not my problem.
It was of interest to me once when these clowns tried to steal some stuff from me once upon a time. I recall what happened next but I can't say. Anyway it all ended up 'being finalized' in New Zealand.
The house of cards all came tumbling down, as it were.
Soon, better, prettier things to talk about.
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