On being told to shut up, part two

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Another Saturday morning down in Newstead, campaigning for my old friend Trevor Evans, and who runs into me again but another old friend, who a fortnight ago told me “You’re going down, you filthy fucking grubs”, before promising me “I’ll be coming back later on to tip shit all over you”. Well, let no one tell you that the CFMEU doesn’t keep its promises, even if they deliver two weeks late. There was no tipping shit, however; probably because the gentleman’s hands were full with take-away morning tea to share with work colleagues.

You can also see the 15-second video blast of sunshine on my Facebook, where it seems to have gone viral for some reason, as if getting abused by unionists was news or something.

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