A work associate of Bruce Wilson claims he is now a mere shadow of his former self.
“I’m no mate of his”, he said. “I’m not even sure he has any mates but if what I have read about him is true, I mean if he was a man about town and a mover and shaker, he certainly isn’t that now. He is broken and delusional, sort of distant.
“The times I have spoken to him he’s been sort of odd... he opens up and tells you all sorts of stuff. Then he walks off without saying goodbye or seeya or anything!
“Sometimes he doesn’t turn up to work for days. Then when he does arrive it’s like he’s never been away. I actually quite like him but he shows all the signs of a heavy user of something.”
I asked him if Wilson had ever discussed Julia Gillard. “No, not in a direct way. He has often said his life was fucked and every relationship he ever had was fucked. He swears he has never done anything really wrong and all this talk about fraud and stuff is total bullshit.”
Oh well, he certainly had millions of union funds at his disposal while his girlfriend was unaware of any wrongdoing. Now his girlfriend has billions of Treasury funds at her disposal while her ex is unaware of any wrongdoing.
Funny how the worm turns.
I was expecting Bruce Wilson to be quite convincing, a pre-requisite of a con man, I thought. But after the first minute of the ABC interview I turned to my wife and said, “This prick is actually going to deny everything!”
A Press conference announced with insufficient notice to allow her educated accusers to catch a plane to Canberra is a clever tactic but not clever enough to absolve the Prime Minister. Those who know of Gillard’s background know of her guilt, and now there are more of them.
Bruce Wilson’s defence of Gillard was to be expected. Anything other than a defence of his ex would confirm his own guilt. And many unionists say vast sums are still hidden out there in accounts somewhere.
Thousands and I can't possibly get through them all. I have told Bob I will courier them all to him on 30th Nov. So please make that the cut-off date. Brilliant!! Thanks heaps on behalf of Bob... he was over the moon when I told him. Bob's Xmas is now likely to be better than Julia's. Unbelievable! Thanks again. Absolute ripper!
Bruce Wilson could have paid cash for any house (on occasions he did) but he was smart enough to know it would attract attention in Melbourne. A deposit and mortgage was an exercise in normality and barely caused a ripple. But there was another reason.
Last night on the ABC, Bill Shorten lied. Not only his body language, but documented evidence, confirms he lied and he is not very good at it.
As the truth closes in on Gillard and the rats start scratching at portholes, Bill Shorten is the first to prepare to desert the front line and leave his “mates” in the trenches.
No-one should care what the private life of Julia Gillard subsumes. It is none of our business who she beds or what her sexual preferences are. But it IS our business how she represents us internationally.
“Don’t hold your breath”, was my immediate response on the day of Gillard’s kneejerk response to child abuse. Gillard phoned Cardinal Pell before announcing a Royal Commission, not Sheik Saleem. How portentous.
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I will vet, (in case there are some nutters out there) and then forward on to Bob. It will make his years of anguish into one Xmas of utter delight. I know it will.
When the curtain comes down on Julia Gillard and the dust has settled. When the books have been written and mini series shown, one man will be left standing. Only one man will be able to hold his head high and look you in the eye.
A senior Labor Party informant has disclosed to Pickering Post yet more sordid details of the Wilson/Gillard scandal. It just gets worse as the corruption puzzle takes shape and the plaintive cries of, “I did nothing wrong” become a meaningless, distant echo.
There is much gnashing of teeth in New England and the North Coast. Both men, when you scratch the surface, are Labor men but the deal they did with Gillard was against the tide of their electorates’ wishes.