My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

Troys son's call of the day:
" That bag is carrying a bag! and she looks like a car! "

Ah children - can't live with them, can't kill them unless you're in the middle of no where and have a shovel handy.

While sitting there collecting cans for "cash-a-can", or as Troy, most profoundly, calls it "watching the world go by", we decided that we need to get more publicity. So ideas were being bantered about back and fourth, there was one thing we agreed on - any publicity is good publicity - so basically we need to cause a major commotion that ends up on the front page of the paper - so we sent Troy's children out to collect cans and hopefully get hit by a car right in front of us - it didn't work. We caused a traffic jam with a bail of cans. There were no news papers about to pay any attention. Ah hell - we were failures at causing a newsworthy commotion - but that was phase one of our plan. Phase two will pan out soon enough. First Port Macquarie - tomorrow the world!