Don't take your prescription to Darwin...

Currently on day 7 of my 10 day visit to my parent's place here in muggy yet green & beautiful Darwin, Northern Territory (that's Croc Dundee turf for any international readers).
However, as I am still wobbling around with a brace for my damaged spine, I needed to organise a prescription for my medication, Oxycontin before I flew up here, as my current supply would run out half way through my stay.
After several assurances from an alleged Doctor back home that any script she wrote would be able to be presented and filled in any pharmacy in Australia, I went on my way.
Now as my meds have run out I have been informed by numerous (and apologetic, BTW) Doctors and pharmacists that I will get no Oxy; the pharmacies won't fill an interstate-written script and the local doctors, even if they have time to see me, won't prescribe me my medication due to new legislation.
Legislation banning me from receiving my medication, LEGITIMATELY prescribed to me by others, EVEN WHEN local medicos AGREE I should have it, because too many junkies have rorted the system to illegally obtain prescription pain-killers.

FAIR ENOUGH. But surely, if someone presents with their a) interstate written prescription b) medicare card c) interstate drivers license that a Darwin chemist could just RING THE DOCTOR WHO WROTE THE GODDAMN PRESCRIPTION?
Fuck me dead, are the people who create these blanket legislations (that hurt ONLY LAW ABIDING patients who are ALREADY SUFFERING) brain dead?

ASSHOLES.
P.S. By the way, I honestly DON'T hope that the idiots who rushed through this brilliant law ever end up in my position. Even though I now am going to be in UNECESSARY AGONY for the next three days including a 3 hour flight home, you don't wish spinal injury on anyone. Even politicians.

John Howard is Bush's Batty Boy

Back (after 2 years or so)!!!
I've been rather (ie very fucken) slack with my postings, for two reasons...
1) I've been either working 7 days a week or
2) Recovering from a broken spine and spinal surgery (but ironically, not in that order)!
But after sifting through my multiple email account histories et. al. and FINALLY tracking down my log in details for this blog, I have a brand new "bee in my bonnet".
I know in previous posts I've been pretty scathing of George W Bush and my (and Australia's) Prime Minister John W. Howard, but quite frankly they both fucken deserve it and until recently (mostly to the mind-denting pain killers I'm munching for my back pain) I haven't had the hunger/angst/motivation to spew a bloggy tirade for yonks.
But just the other day I saw a TV commercial that steamed me more than a San Francisco Sauna. And here it goes...
For those of you that don't reside down under, there has been plenty of press about growing resentment of John Howard's staunch support of George W.'s WAR ON TERROR (tm), both vocally and in policy. Some time ago, our federal government launched a media campaign including propaganda TV (community message commercials) and fridge magnets sent to every Australian household, fridge magnets containing TERRORIST HOTLINE and hints'n'tips on how everyday Aussies can determin if their next-door neighbours were terrorists. As wanky as it was, nothing was so insidious as the TV campaign that was launched about 2 weeks ago...
It's another "community service" TV advertisement, begging Australians to be vigilant around train stations. A father and son are at a busy (probably Sydney) train station, and are about to board when the father sees a solitary sports bag sitting on the ground. He reminds his son to grab his bag and his son replies "It's not my baghdad!".
That wasn't a typo. It was just a subliminal association with terrorism. The words TERROR and TERRORIST are mentioned over and over again for the first 20 seconds or so before the father/son dialogue is inserted.
I hate to sound cynical, but I doubt it was coincidental pseudo-double-entendre. If it was coincidental, the idiots who approved the script should be sent to Guantanamo and join all of the others there who are residing due to their own bad choice or "wrong place, wrong time" faux pas.
Reminds me of the underrated but brilliant sci-fi satire "They Live" (directed by John Carpenter and starring Rowdy Roddy Piper). Get this move, watch it and then reread this posting.

Trust Me.