THE VIOLENT YEARS – PART ONE

The Bob Jones story commenced with his mother becoming pregnant during the early days of World War II. From the embryo stage and for the next nine months of incubation he would ‘unknowingly sense’ the stresses of his mother, and the traumatism of the world around the both of them. Being born into, and experiencing adolescence through an entire World War, caused no limitations on the amount of love showered upon this infant that was born with not only his mothers red hair, he was also born blessed with her audacious Irish temper and accompanying infallible spirit. This sharing of solo parent sibling togetherness and matriarchal lovingness, was almost as if they both knew what was about to happen as a result of this bloody war, and what it was about to take away from both of them.

', 'This bloody World War II was Created by the Dictator of Nazi Germany dir Fuhrer Adolf Hitler and his ‘Germanic Global Vision’ for a superior human race, via a breeding program of pure Germanic Aryans had come marginally close, to taking over complete control of planet earth. This would be at the expense of multiple millions of human lives, and mass devastation of much of Europe. The conflict resulted in the death of the biological father of a very young Bob Jones, his father (dada), being born of a Jewish mother and taking his fathers Scottish name of Thompson. Never knowing this son of his wife, born of her Celtic red hair… Bobs father had gone overseas in what he believed to be the defence of Australian shores, and came to a rude awakening with several years inside prisoner of war camps eventually being the cause of his early death!

Hitler’s allies, the Japanese, had bombed Pearl Harbour and bought America into a war the Yanks were not particularly interested in. The Japanese bombed their way across the Pacific, continuing down through the South Pacific, devastating Papua New Guinea and eventually Darwin, Australia. Before the end of this ‘bloody’ war his mother would fall in love and marry the boss (Victor Sydney Jones) of the restaurant where she was waiting tables. Defending our northern shores against the Japanese air attacks would have Bob’s stepfather suffer post war trauma for the rest of his natural life. This mindless cost of human life and suffering continued until the Americans introduced the world to a new dimension of modern warfare… The catastrophic ‘American Atom Bomb’, our 20th Century ultimate ‘terrorist attack’, aimed specifically at the civilian population of the Japanese Capitol city of Hiroshima, truly the ‘weapon of mass destruction’ for its time in our history.

This ‘necessary’ act of terror totally annihilating all elderly citizens, mothers and young children. Three entire generations eliminated from the planet earth in a miniscule moment of time, leaving an indelible spot within the subconscious mind of master Bob Jones. Plus the city’s total structural devastation which caused this demise of Japans military and one of the initial causes of the crumbling of Adolf Hitler and his Germanic Empire. This bellicose dictator’s supposed eventual suicide brought long awaited peace to the world. Albeit only temporary due to ongoing conflict in Korea and Vietnam etc;

This ‘WIN’ was followed by mass depression and psychological meltdown of our young heroes returning home to our shores ‘totally’ wounded; physically, mentally and worst of all, spiritually. Practically nothing in the way of support for the then hard to identify ‘psychological post trauma stress’ was provided during these times. And with what little there was, having no benefit as these men through both war and peace had been assimilated into a ‘fanatically religious’ patriarchal based society. Where it was unmanly to complain about anything, let alone ask anyone for help.

Bob Jones’ parents and his grand parents had lived through two world wars divided by ‘The Great Depression’. He remembers well his step father’s advice during these adolescent years, “Son, two world wars were bad enough, but I hope as you grow and travel through life, that you will never have to live through a repeat of anything comparative to this depression. In a war we can still be our own individual heroes but in times of depression, nothing strips a man more of his individual dignity and identity, and the basic rites of being a human”.

THE VIOLENT YEARS – PART TWO

As a result of this half a century of violence including the recent World War Two, our country had a serious genetic imbalance. Due to our conceived convict heritage, British Empire war mongering Sir Winston Churchill made a point of always-placing Australian militia right there in the front lines of all war zones. ‘Why should a British soldier suffer when it was just as easy to sacrifice the son of a colonial convict’. This fact has been emphatically proven with war records showing Australians far surpassing all, becoming the highest death and injury rates of all the British Colonies. Now, in the middle of the 20th Century, and we as a Nation identified with our problem resulting from Sir Winston Churchill’s war time decision making skills. His good mate, our *Prime Minister Sir Robert Menzies in an attempt to ease this genetic imbalance, decided to open up immigration with an affordable ten-pound (twenty dollar) one-way ticket for young male Italians, followed by the male youth of Greece, and then many others. With no organised social integration programs, there was a definite ‘common man’ animosity towards these ‘unusually different ethnic males’ arriving upon our shores.

*Prime Minister Sir Robert Menzies, the longest serving Liberal leader in Australian history, the same leader that was exporting for profits, many thousands of tons of scrap iron to the Japanese. This was within one year prior to the declaration of commencement of ‘this, the Second World War’. Earning him the nationwide nickname of ‘PIG IRON BOB’, and with satirical endearment he was publicly criticised and condemned with: “Hey, Pig Iron Bob, we don’t mind you bein’ leader of our country and makin’ a quid or two on the side. But, if you keep sellin’ this fuckin’ steel to those bloody Jap’s, there’s a big chance they will turn it into bombs and come ‘ere ‘n blow the fuck out of this beautiful country, and us az well!”

This was the anti war and political sentiment of this time in our history, preached fervently by our Labour Union leaders and their good mates (supposedly our society’s tough ‘bad guys’, our Painters and Dockers). Their warnings fell on tone deaf ears. Finally with no other recourse these tough ‘bad guys’ disrupted our docklands. They did this with nationwide supported strikes of all their union and bad guy dockland mates refusing to load any more of that f…..g scrap iron onto any ships bound for f…..g Japan. History would certainly suggest these national strikes were finally performed, supposedly by a bunch of tough ‘good guys’. How different things may have been without them?

Some things never change, our recent second longest running Liberal Prime Minister, Mr John Howard unashamedly established his open trade export of uranium to Communist controlled China. Plus ‘his’ commitment of many of ‘our’ 18 - 20 year old kids, risking their wellbeing as well as their lives in Iraq and Iran for the New World Orders multiple trillion dollar ‘OIL’ supply and demand industry. One can only hope we do not have a World War III anytime in the near or too distant future. Can you dare to even imagine what might be used as weapons when this war eventuates? It’s beyond me but one thing is for sure… When World War IV eventuates, we will be back to ‘chucking rocks’ at one and other. I’m sure we all know, if history teaches us anything, this humbling fact is more than likely to eventuate. Especially with irrational Presidents of the United States of America, like our recent millennium war mongering George W. Bush (Johnny Howard’s best mate). I’m sure as you read this, you are also aware these same leaders have totally abolished the entire concept of Painters and Dockers of post war fame. Next time around where will our tough ‘good-bad’ guys come from to help save the day? Certainly not from our current style of pompous politicians or our overpaid corporate entity recession leaders, and most certainly not our pathetic paedophile priests. Maybe… Mick Gatto and his Carlton Crew, don’t be alarmed, stranger things have happened! (Our European, American and Australian history has already shown us the extreme passion of this Catholicized ethnic mindset, when it comes to them protecting their immediate family members, friends, home or country).

‘War Babies”, (Today’s Baby Boomers) was an expression given to all children born during and within the first ten years of the end of the war. During this decade and while experiencing national post war poverty and growing up in Melbourne’s inner suburban slums, these youthful adolescent years had Bob Jones learning the ‘social skills’ of the time. With skilful stone throwing (chucking rocks) being the weapon of the day and with hand made ‘Billy carts’ as the military mode of transport for these multiple gangs of children fuelled by religious fanaticism.This Anglo Celtic socially influenced stigma of this era was to hate Protestant pigs, Catholic dogs and definitely don’t mix with those Jew boys. Without even knowing which of these God fearing groups he belonged to, Bob learned to fight ferociously, gaining gravel rash on his knees, while still wearing short pants.

Within a few years, and now as a mature adolescent it was kosher to hate with a passion ‘anyone’ who lived in an adjoining suburb. Simply living on the other side of ‘that’ street or road was socially intolerable. Our mobility beyond the Billy carts eventually became flash fast cars. Alcohol and females became something you went to bed with… and the violence was becoming even more life threatening. (This was all many decades before major outlaw bikie gangs, movie star gangsters and Asian drug lords - all sharing a Trillion dollar industry - will come into vogue. You do not need to concern yourself with the social problems of this epidemic: we are already living with this as a part of our new millennium!).

We already had Irish gangsters that no one dared talk about and we had crooked Irish coppers (with a hierarchy of Freemasonry at the time) that no one knew anything about, but talked about constantly anyway. (A throw back result of violent blood stains on our 19th Century colonial days with blood spilt on the Eureka Stockade flag being only one of many ‘casus belli’ altercations that divided good guys and crooks from these anti social cops and their despot oligarchic political bosses).

Unlike the decade following the first World War, when ‘razor gang gangsters’ like Squizzy Taylor fought and died on the inner suburban streets over the financial control of the very lucrative heroin and cocaine trade. The number one drug of addiction of these Post War II days was ‘speed’; these pills were available from the same guys that sold them to long distance truck drivers. To be a tuned in and switched on teenager was to buy a used and emptied Bryant & Mays slide out match box (complete with that Goddess with the long flowing red hair, and that one sexy shoulder on the cover) packed with marijuana and carrying a price tag with no change out of a quid (one pound – two dollars).

These could be purchased from certain members of inner suburban and city street gangs with names like The Phantom Twins (the ‘family’ of choice of the now young teenage Bob Jones), Panthers, Ruby’s Rebels, Night prowlers. Within the areas of inner suburbs they were either North or South, East or West side gangs. Or simply by taking the name of your outer suburb, which ‘every’ suburb did, and adding the word ‘boys’ became a cause to die for. With their ever increasing numbers of membership, these individually formed extremely violent teenage street gangs became a way of belonging. An extended family, they were group protection and your very own ‘big brother’ security.

During this period in our reasonably modern history, Australia was not unique; this was a post war, world wide phenomena! And just as we thought one war had ended, there was suddenly a new global fear. Known as the ‘COLD WAR’ a title born from the catastrophic effect of the American Atom bomb, we were now media informed on a ‘every day’ basis that Russia had devised the same technology and any day, either of these two super powers may at any time use this devastation against one and other. For the next decade we all lived with the constant intimidation that any day we were living might well be our last, simply by either the Americans and/or the Russians pressing what we had come to know as ‘THE RED BUTTON’. Plus what will unfold in the next chapter you are about to read, was also identified right around the globe as war torn immigrants travelled from country to country. They were simply, looking for anywhere that they might be accepted and allowed to belong. Almost always being confronted with racial animosity by the local inhabitants, followed by questionable and intimidating suspicion and always with the accompanying violence!

As an older teenager, Bob Jones the now fully seasoned fighter, entered into a new era of uncontrollable escalating violence. With the full approval and support of all ‘his - Big Brother - peers’, with many of these ex- war heroes questioning, ‘what the hell was all the fighting about? Is this what we fought and died for? Our way of life, our jobs, our houses and our women being swallowed up by these government sponsored marauding invaders’. Him and his young *Celtic Anglo Saxon buddies rose to the occasion with what was expected of them, with what they knew well.

By now the Australian media propaganda machine was looking for a name to tag these youthful undesirables to help boost media ratings, magazine and daily newspaper sales. America had come up with the controversial as much as it was demeaning - JD’s (Juvenile Delinquents) and the United Kingdom had gone with ‘TEDDY BOYS’. Australian media showed a degree of creativity calling our misguided youth ‘BODGIES & WIDGIES’ as they identified there were both male and female practitioners of this crisis of mid-century hooliganism! According to every ounce of media exposure given to the youth of this era, everything was their fault; youth were the scourge of the earth, and what, if anything could be done about them. Apparently at this time in world history there must have been an acute shortage of trained psychologists and social welfare workers, no one suggested we may all have been a product of our environment and the current ‘world stage’ was not the best example of what could be deemed, acceptable behaviour.

Government immigration policies and media acerbic critique were the major factors these previously intolerant and separate gangs now united their hatred for these ‘invading’ ethnics with tribal warfare on the streets and in the work place. Adding to this dilemma, frequent attacks became a community menace within their newly established gambling houses, ‘ethnic coffee shops and clubrooms’. These Wogs, wops and dagoes were the newfound social, political and religious enemy of the day, and much blood was spilt for several years as Bob Jones further honed his fighting skills!

*Celtic Anglo Saxon is what an ‘Australian’ was during the first one hundred and fifty years of the ‘white man’ settlement of this historically ‘black mans’ continent. During this post war period the population of this colony of the United Kingdom was 8,000,000 with all of us now feeling ‘connected’ by our United Kingdom Celtic Anglo Saxon heritage.

During these early times of this country’s violent history, our equally violent teenage Bob Jones was euphemistically schooled with that antiquated ‘White Australia Policy’. Not only was he socially expected to ‘hate’ these ‘dark skinned’ wogs, wops and dagoes by his peers, it was government policy for him to have absolutely no tolerance for ‘anyone’ whose skin was ‘not Anglo Saxon white’. And in whichever ‘One-God’ of the ‘three’ major Abraham religions these marauding invaders found ‘their GOD’, the other two were definitely WRONG, a resolution worth fighting for, to the DEATH!

This is definitely the ultimate paradox when compared to today’s attitude towards social acceptances, political correctness and religious tolerances. This is a whole different story of ethnocentrism for another time, and one day I will tell it through my eyes and my unusual and controversially unique Celtic ‘Indigenous’ research. If post World War I street gangster Mr Squizzy Taylor had lived to see the new millennium he would be extremely pleased. His heroin, cocaine trade has now improvised an unlimited range of designer drugs making it the largest non taxable cash flow business in existence throughout the world today! He would be equally impressed with the current faltering of economic world powers, the International mass imprisonment of paedophile priests and with ‘our’ world governments simply negotiating the time and place of the next war. His razor gangs have become machete wielders and now the institutions of crooked coppers, gun blasting outlaw bikie gangs and Asian drug Lords have all joined the one corporate entity together. Yes, with all these advancements in our civilization, Mr Squizzy Taylor would be extremely pleased; in fact he would be in paradise.

THE VIOLENT YEARS – PART THREE

The Twentieth Century has now been acknowledged as the most violent ‘one hundred years’ we have ever experienced, with the catastrophic cost of more human lives than ever previously recorded. This, our peer’s education system informs us, is the natural course of civilisation, yes, of course by this we can see, we are civilised? Celtic Anglo Saxon Australia 1788-2009, a little over two hundred years and with Federation in 1901 means Bob Jones is ‘somewhere’ between one quarter to half (25-50%) of this colonies age.

From this, he has drawn personal experience and knowledge of the atrocities against our indigenous Aboriginals, the absolute abuse of those early convicts (Irish slaves would be more precise). Add to thesethe poor, the uneducated, the sick, the mentally disadvantaged and the physically handicapped, and not excluding our elderly. All of these, our fellow Australians have suffered continuously under this British Colonial Oligarchy. And, with our new millennium, agnostic political/religious agendas, not only in our beautiful country of Australia, the whole ‘world of the common man’ has much more suffering to endure. I don’t mean to cause undue alarm, but we all should be prepared… it is coming!

On the subject of history as we can perceive the written word, although much has been detailed by the best liars belonging to the Winners Club, it may well be as ‘they’ would have us believe, that our civilisation’s survival depends upon… all this violence. Perhaps there is even an effect on world economy control and world population control - culling. Whatever the reasons, the first decade of this new millennium is shaping up to be a world-wide economic disaster, global warming dilemmas, more natural disasters, more famine, much more violence with a escalation of higher death rate than we had recorded at the beginning of the last century, which turned out to be our most murderous ‘one’ hundred years ever. And today, we have learned so much from history that now this is called our modern civilisation, hmm!

Adolescence, youth, puberty, restless teenage conflict and now, at just over twenty years of age Bob Jones was married; he had experienced fatherhood and journeyed through an extremely violent, then failed marriage. Single, disappointed, extremely angry at the world and professionally working in the entertainment and security industry, he found himself living a nocturnal existence as a complete way of violence.

His whole life in tatters, it seemed to him at this point in his life that the only thing he had ever been really successful at… was violence! And even worse than that, he was economically out of control – with more than 200 staff in almost full time employment, the financial rewards just kept pouring in. Contributing to his train of thought that violence and success was one and the same, somehow in this world of Bob Jones and associates it all seemed so normal.

Spiralling out of control for the next decade, only one thing saved him from total destruction. He had become a ‘born again’, not in a religious sense, as a matter of fact, quiet the opposite! He had commenced training in the martial arts in 1965 as a ‘white’ belt and by 1970 had achieved his First Degree ‘Black Belt’ Grading. And at this pivotal point in his life, during these five short years, he was totally transformed as a human being. What a paradox, a really violent man, living an extremely volatile lifestyle, and he starts to study a hypothetically - often publicly miss perceived - really violent martial art. And as a result the man is reborn.
Incredibly forty five years of his life will come and pass and currently, during the first decade of the third millennium, he is and will be until 2012 an ‘Eighth Degree’ Black Belt. This esoteric journey from First Degree Black Belt and soon to enter a new phase with his Ninth Degree has miraculously transformed his life from, ‘The Violent Years’ and this martial art intertwining of ‘transparency, transformation and transcendence’ has now evolved into ‘The Greatest Story Never Told’, sounds like a couple of good titles for a couple of good books! Following right along from the immediate success of his already published ‘Let the Good Times Roll’. Perhaps, maybe, one day in the not too distant future…