Mangled Thoughts

Posted by D
Yup, Spring St. Communisto Dribblers and their fellow travellers their worst nightmares have come true: ruthless hunters are scalping hapless victims in return for a view of the footy game this weekend.First things first, anyone scalped have you reported this matter to the police.No. Oh don’t give me that bull about, well , I’ve been scalped thus: my pate has been sliced off or, like the top of an egg the top of the head has been sliced clean through and the grey matter is sliding out onto the floor around my feet like a bowl of Spaghetti. Dying, dead, you’ve been scalped, bleeding to death,brainless, not an excuse for not reporting an horrendous crimes, lest you be charged with aiding, abetting, harbouring crims.Who are these monsters, bye the bye,who have learnt to weild the weapons of tribesmen who, according to greenies and communisto clerics and anthropologists, and those charlatans sociologists, are otherwise Mary’s little lamb’s immediate cousins.Right image, wrong target.The primitives are the Spring St.Communisto Dribblers led by Blunebottle B..ks.

Let me see. AFL is happy to sell tickets at whatever price sold at on release.They make profit out of it.Notice the bottle doesn’t accuse them of scalping but, who can tell, that maybe next in the insidious course the commies on the treasury benches are steering, not in a SUV but an Abrams Battle tank, in overthrowing property rights.Waverley Park, hotels , restaurants, casinos , the last three on the count of smoking.

Footy ticket buyer, lucky bugger, has secured property rightsas follows - a lawyer can supply the correct terms and form.Title to the rental of one seat in the stadium on a time decay basis which is roughly, from time gates open to exit and closure of gates.Your’e property.They are your’e common law upheld freedoms. Just to check, having sold you the ticket, is AFL telling you, no punter,we just sold you a scrap of paper.

One doesn’t have to be a disitnguished jurist to deduce, you own the property therefore, you are free to sell at whatever price you are happy to sell at.That someone should be happy to pay $100/200/500/jackpot, 1000 is coincidence.

Co-incidence, though comprised of several things some of which might only be immediately observable.Scarcity, as in, of all the tickets, only a few resold.For the punter happy to shell out, the game has a value, whatever that may be, greater than any other game played during the season.So, such considerations co-incide. What then , is a fair price, any price which buyer is happy to pay, providing there is a seller happy to sell at that price. A price comprised of considerations of which only a few, a tiny fraction might be observable.

Next, Blunebottler’s sealer, `scalpers’, i.e. scum, morality, the whiff of Hell clings to them like fleas on an unwashed doggy, or is it flies to doggy doo.Blunebottle and his band of snivellers must be mystic psychics, for I can’t tell why a seller is out to sell at $100 or whatever. Nor a buyer.It’s not exactly a business with repeating prospects.One an easily imagine, instead, some modest punter deciding to take the money and pay a bill, though originally desireous of thrilling to the game from the seat in the stands.

Yes, Blunebottle, the sort of punter which commies claim to shed tears but only ensure they sink further into the mire of poverty. Who are the scalpers. Government.You weild police powers to enforce soemthing called tax, irrerspective of whether the bleeding vicitm will or no.You use the same to hike them further. You use the same, when not satisified with such unfettered revelling in collecting coup or just simply splitting the nonce like a soft boiled googy egg, you contract debt: there that ‘ll fix, don’t like us scalpers, well, at least you’ll pay the price of every blood cell long after we are gone, to Capris on the victims’ money called tax via super and etc.

Geelongolites have added woe. Prior to the last election, their pack of scalpers, otherwise politely called a council, City is a bit pretentious pre-nomial,hiked the rates of property owners by a staggering amount.Can’t recollect the figures, but no wonder the victims felt they’d been brain oozingly scalped.Spring Street Spivs dribbling communistos, the real scalpers are you bloody lot.