The Groundskeeper wrote an email today to the RSL, it is five months coming, it waited and waited and waited before doing something and now it has, the right timing. The RSL have not done what they said they would, have not done what they said they would when one of the people they are supposed to represent has been in an extremely difficult situation. Here’s the email;
Good morning David,
This is just for you bud, as the representative of the RSL who has had the responsibility of my case attention. You represent the RSL here mate and you have shown what everybody does.
There is no integrity in you bud, therefore my experience of the RSL is it is an organisation also without integrity. I asked you, said to you from the start, the only thing I want is for you to do what you say.
Mate, you have done nothing, you talk and talk and talk saying all the right things that people want to hear and even when you prove yourself full of shit you continue to spin it. There is no integrity in you bud.
You have done nothing for me mate, the vouchers and this recent Cenrelink issue is nothing, simple administrations, simple administrations because of the desperation I was in.
Outside that desperation you are not here, not for anybody, not for yourself brother. This thing, man, me, you are dealing with is different bud, you know it, he does not put up with bullshit and lying, especially the bullshit and lying within an organisation stopping it from fulfilling its function.
Before you consider contacting me mate, I am only just getting started, I will not let you flap your mouth and say nothing anymore, either make sure your actions and words are going to follow one another or put me onto someone else. I have two months to the day left, the 20 to 30 January call from a compensation officer I was offered still has not come. Pathetic, integrity lacking excuses like time limitation will not be bought mate.
And mate, any other excuse you have, I don’t care what it is, park it. If you are at work you should be doing your job, and you are not.
If you paid any attention David, any at all, you would have heard over and over that the representation that I want from the RSL is to fight for all soldiers, like they should be already, all war veterans, like they should be already.
That your organisation has not made grounds, or even taken any action around a system that allows a man to be sacrificed in war (I didn’t die but I was sacrificed by my country all the same) but won’t allow him to access his own money to pull himself out of depths of poverty, homelessness and isolation almost impossible to imagine, a situation where suicide rates are ridiculously high.
My government was happy to sacrifice me and then watched as I started to starve to death in front of its face. That you are NOT doing something about this shows the value of your organisation, of you mate.
Please bud, either do something that does something, have your actions follow your words, live in some sort of integrity or put me onto someone else.
The Groundskeeper
15 days later silence remains from the RSL, I sent them a follow up letter;
Good morning David,
Please be advised I revoke my request for support from the RSL. I request that the power of authority I signed be shredded, I do not consent to any further contact, support or follow-up.
Kind regards,
Frederick
Now I get to really talk about the value of the RSL, add to this the Defence Veteran’s Association and Open Arms.
There is a guy named Mark, he works at the RSL in St. Helems, this guy is a Tool. David type of tool, speaks nothing but rubbish, has ears that are drawn on with crayon, and does nothing.
I was talking to Malk months ago, all part of this compensation/pension/trying to stay alive thing. We are talking about my position, my homelessness, my desperation point, having absolutely nobody to turn to, weetbix and water.
This bloke, this moron, attempts to tell me knows what I am talking about because he has been in it and pulled himself out of it. One, he had money. Two, he had friends and family he could turn to. Three, his version of isolation was choosing to drive a tractor and get paid for, having to be by himself in a comfortable seat with everything he needs. This is called being alone, he did for five minutes and was never alone at all.
When you try to empathise but it is all ego you just look like a fucking tool, this guy basically wore a permanent t-shirt saying I’m a fucking tool, oh the RSL, pathetic morons.
I embarrassed myself like this one day, pretended to know hoe to speak Afrikaans because my Dad is from Africa, the bloke I was telling the story to was from South Africa, spoke Afrikaans natively. I was the Tool this day, he made sure I knew it.
The most embarrassed I have been by someone else in this regard was a lady named Amanda, a fucking disgusting thing.
One Christmas, about lunch time, we were driving between places visiting people, yes we were in a relationship. Everyone is disgusting to you Fred, maybe it’s you, ever thought about that? Yeah, I have, but this one raped me so I’ll keep to my opinion here.
Driving between places and we stop to get fuel. I am 27 or so, Amanda 26, maybe 25. We are young adults with no debt, no family, no responsibility, no anything with the exception of study, work and drinking piss with our mates.
Oh, and this piece of shit has a baby in her belly.
Fill the car up, walk inside, grab a couple of things and go up to the counter, the guy serving is looking exhausted. Do the usual interaction at servo interaction and were about to leave, Amanda says something like, looks like you’re about ready to go home!
The customer service dude responds, laughs first, ‘lady, thje only place I want to be is at home with my family, my children and my wife. I started work yesterday, in another job, and then this morning I went from that job to this job, I’ll get to spend the evening with my family this Christmas’.
Amanda responded, yeah, I know what that is like. The guy didn’t bother responding, my eyes shot straight to the ground, embarrassing is not the word.