ozhunter
2nd December 2012, 08:42 PM
We knew it already, but it never quite hits home until it happens to you or your family.
This morning at a bit after 8am my 75 year old father was knocked to the ground and punched and kicked by some lowlife dirt bag.
We where moving sheep down the main road, as we start our second round of shearing tomorrow. Dad was behind the sheep, I had gone ahead to put the stock signs out and turn the sheep up a lane.
I heard a V8 engine really getting going and moments later two cars came past me, both P platers, both going way to fast. Thought nothing of it. I was half a mile or so away from Dad and never saw or heard anything.
About 20 minutes later we met at another intersection to take the sheep to the shed.
Dad got out of his cruiser and limped over to mine and proceeded to tell me what happened.
The car drove toward the sheep way to fast (a common occurance now-a-days as less people know anything about the land or stock).
The car then proceeded to push the sheep with his bumper bar. Naturally Dad got out of his cruiser to stop the bloke (one ewe costs about $200 to replace) from running any sheep over, and tapped on the boot to stop the bloke.
The bloke got out of his car, punched Dad, knocked him to the ground and started kicking him, all the while yelling abuse at him. He then got in his car and roared off (which is what I heard)
The old man lost a bit of skin and will be pretty sore tomorrow, but otherwise physically OK. Mentally may be a different story, and his generation don't really talk about that sort of thing.
But wait, it gets better, the other six or seven people in the two cars (the V8 and another non-descript rice burner) sat and watched it take place and didn't lift a finger.
Dad was too shaken to get a number plate, and I didn't take any notice when I saw the car, other then it was a loud V8 and may have been a P76, or a big ol' fairlane.
I rang the cops, but naturally there is nothing they can do without a few details. Dad doesn't want to go to the police (I spent all day trying to convince him)
I told him I was sorry I was not there to do something, he reckons it's a good thing I wasn't (he has some inkling of what I used to do for a living in the goals) and in hind sight it probably is, but that didn't stop me from wanting to tear this parasite limb from limb.
It is beyond belief to me that such people are allowed to live or that they something like this to a 75 year old man. As I said, you hear about it on the news, but it is never as real as when it happens to your family.
These two car loads of pieces of cr@p and all the others like them should be rounded up into stock yards, tied up short and rogered with the rough end of a pineapple and then sent to Libya or Afghanistan or somewhere.
I am pretty certain they where not from anywhere in the district, as a car like that sticks in the memory.
I just don't understand how society has gotten to this level.:(
This morning at a bit after 8am my 75 year old father was knocked to the ground and punched and kicked by some lowlife dirt bag.
We where moving sheep down the main road, as we start our second round of shearing tomorrow. Dad was behind the sheep, I had gone ahead to put the stock signs out and turn the sheep up a lane.
I heard a V8 engine really getting going and moments later two cars came past me, both P platers, both going way to fast. Thought nothing of it. I was half a mile or so away from Dad and never saw or heard anything.
About 20 minutes later we met at another intersection to take the sheep to the shed.
Dad got out of his cruiser and limped over to mine and proceeded to tell me what happened.
The car drove toward the sheep way to fast (a common occurance now-a-days as less people know anything about the land or stock).
The car then proceeded to push the sheep with his bumper bar. Naturally Dad got out of his cruiser to stop the bloke (one ewe costs about $200 to replace) from running any sheep over, and tapped on the boot to stop the bloke.
The bloke got out of his car, punched Dad, knocked him to the ground and started kicking him, all the while yelling abuse at him. He then got in his car and roared off (which is what I heard)
The old man lost a bit of skin and will be pretty sore tomorrow, but otherwise physically OK. Mentally may be a different story, and his generation don't really talk about that sort of thing.
But wait, it gets better, the other six or seven people in the two cars (the V8 and another non-descript rice burner) sat and watched it take place and didn't lift a finger.
Dad was too shaken to get a number plate, and I didn't take any notice when I saw the car, other then it was a loud V8 and may have been a P76, or a big ol' fairlane.
I rang the cops, but naturally there is nothing they can do without a few details. Dad doesn't want to go to the police (I spent all day trying to convince him)
I told him I was sorry I was not there to do something, he reckons it's a good thing I wasn't (he has some inkling of what I used to do for a living in the goals) and in hind sight it probably is, but that didn't stop me from wanting to tear this parasite limb from limb.
It is beyond belief to me that such people are allowed to live or that they something like this to a 75 year old man. As I said, you hear about it on the news, but it is never as real as when it happens to your family.
These two car loads of pieces of cr@p and all the others like them should be rounded up into stock yards, tied up short and rogered with the rough end of a pineapple and then sent to Libya or Afghanistan or somewhere.
I am pretty certain they where not from anywhere in the district, as a car like that sticks in the memory.
I just don't understand how society has gotten to this level.:(