Mark of a Maleficent Toad
Maleficent being: an evil bastard.
Toad being: derived from 'caneus toadius' canus 'n'- (pungent sweet scented) todeus (slovenly eats rotting flesh) when used with Maleficent; unwanted naturally abhorrent or recalcitrant immigrant families with no respect for anyone including another toad they might like to copulate with, wherever. Maleficent Toads lack sharp teeth to rip the flesh from their victim they prefer to consume their rotting-flesh 'warm and bloodied'. Do you consume your rotting flesh warm and bloodied? Do you?
There have been no new houses built near me in the decade I've been resident. I did notice a series of purple pipes being laid all over my local area, including the old railway ground behind my residence with a line in a public area south of my street. Purple pipes are recycled water. I was never asked if I wanted recycled water hooked up to my government rental residence. I would have liked it for my garden if it was cheaper. But I was never asked, so I can't help but wonder why the government laid these recycled water pipes in my old housing area?
Since the recycled water pipes were laid, and soon after, I experienced an acutely huge amount of brown dirt in my drinking tap water inside my house. I went to all my neighbours homes to ask if they experienced the same but none did. The dirt flushed through at my expense. However since then my tap water has a vile very strong smell and taste its impossible to drink it without your face screwing up in automatic disgust when you smell it and it hits your taste buds. When you wash with it your skin feels almost sticky.
It appears to have a tide system, its worse when I first use the water each day, despite what time of day that is, and worse again in the evening. If I leave the water sit in a bottle for a couple of days the smell dissipates but not the taste. I have to boil my Australian capitol city tap water for several minutes before I use it which removes the taste and smell, at my expence. if I don't boil my Adelaide Australia tap water I suffer gastric episodes. When I complained to our government owned water supplier they sent one of their maleficent toads to smell my tap water, he indicated my tap water smelt fine to him. Boom boom.
Piping, 'not fit for drinking' recycled water to my house, as drinking water goes hand-in-hand with the same group of inbred government public officers illegally disconnecting my gas supply to my house, without legal excuse, for the first year I was resident in the same public housing rental so I had no hot water or gas for cooking, and refusing me reasonable access to medical services including access to penicillin for infection. You see they, (the inbred fellow Australians in government) have never stopped trying to murder me to make it look like an accident. I say they use the fake mental health claim in their frustration at being gross failures in every aspect of their life. Could I justly say Australia's Maleficent Toads are inbred psychopaths? The jury is still out on that one. Here in this website is my evidence to prove my allegations they act like insane inbred Maleficent Toads.
I'm not saying you're all maleficent toads as a fact. That would just be a-maz-ing, I am saying that's my reasonable opinion of you based on your unprovoked action towards me or your unreasonable or unlawful reaction to my evidence a lot of it, but not all, provided in this website for the reader to be the judge.
Sounds like a good name for my book:
"Brothers In Arms: Maleficent Toads."
I'm Janette Gail Francis on my New South Wales, Australia birth certificate that South Australia department of transport, road traffic authority officials in Adelaide claimed in 2009, my birth certificate was "someone else's birth certificate" unlawfully refusing to allow me to use my Australian birth name on my South Australian drivers licence. The same licence the same department illegally suspended in early 2018. I passed my driving test in 1973 Campbelltown New South Wales, using my birth certificate as my identity document. It appears to me they still unreasonably insist I am not Janette Gail Francis.
I was born into 1956 Cooma New South Wales. The youngest child of a local Freemason and best friend of the local Freemason Cooma cop, Jack Bassett who lived west across the road on the main highway. My family lived in the Commonwealth government's Post Master General's, official post office in Bunyan New South Wales. It was very old then. Mum said when they moved in circa 1952, the walls were only lined with hessian bags and there was no electricity, they used hurricane lanps and the wood stove. The weatherboard house is still standing. Locals called it Bunyan siding as the mail train dropped the mail (literally) on the side of the track on its way from Canberra to Cooma. Mum sorted the mail for local pick up from the post office. Mum had a 'Royal Mail' seal that was used to wax seal all parcels and some letters. I used to watch her wrap parcels in brown paper then tie it with jute string before (wax) sealing them. Mum also operated an old lever telephone exchange in the same building.
Mrs Murphy lived east over the railway line. She had a cow and let us collect the milk, but they also had an angry bull roaming in the yard. One time my sister and I spilt the milk running from the bull. Hutchessons lived south in the green house they had a silo. Its from loving Mrs Hutchessons large dahlia bed that I still have a soft spot for large dahlias. The Darmody's lived north, they had large dogs who tried to savage my koala bear cuddly that was made from rabbit fur. The dogs dropped my koala in Darmody's large circular above ground concrete fish pond that had lots of floating flower plants. They were my only neighbours for the first six years of my life. I love the vista at Bunyan, open land with undulating hills covered in feathery grasses.
We had several pet sheep in Bunyan. Mum named them after her mum's uncles and aunts. Incest was rife in Australia, in white Australia-British families in the 20th Century despite that, (like the churches) Australian government officials refuse to admit that. In these times Australian men literally owned the women and children in their family, that was written into law.
The police rarely if ever charged a man for harming his wife or children. My mum's mum and her sisters were prostituted by her Freemason dad, Oliver George Hussey, (1875-1958) and his sisters when they lived in Charters Towers, Queensland. Charters Towers still bears one of my great grandparent's last name on a street sign.
One of my great grandfather's, Oliver George Hussey a government protected Freemason rapist was born 1 August 1875 at Ecchinswell, Hampshire, England. OGH was christened 26 September 1875 Ecchinswell, Hampshire, England. OGH died 2 March 1958 at Machins Beach, Cairns, Queensland, Australia. OGH was burried 4 March 1958 at Manunda, Cairns, Queensland, Australia. His oldest daughter birthed a child to this one of thousands of Australian government protected English Freemason rapists, approximately nine months after the old mongrel murdered his young wife, Jane (Gauvin) Hussey aged 30.
We left Bunyan for Campbelltown New South Wales in June 1962.
I took on the informal name Jeni from age 16, I used the "i" so I could put a circle instead of a dot, which was the trend in the early 1970s, but everyone else stubbornly spelt Jeni as Jenny. I was not allowed to use Jane as that was my mother's murdered maternal grandmother's name, (Jane Gauvin 1890-1920) and my dad's murdered sister's name - there was too much history in my family to allow me to be the person I wanted to be.
I married on 3 January 1975 to Bob (1953-2008) and became Jenny Peters. Bob's South Australia birth certificate calls him William Robert Peters, same as his dad's name. His mum was Dawn Louise Williams. Bob was born in Whyalla, and grew up in Geelong Victoria where we met and married. Both my husband's parents were alcoholics. I supported him in everything he did that was legal. My husband, went to a government psychologist in 1980s Liverpool NSW who convinced him that he was an alcoholic because I nagged him, which was false on both counts. That wasn't a psychologist taking money for a medical consultation, that was a Freemason stealing payment for criminally brainwashing my husband. We permanently separated soon after as Bob suddenly became violent when he had never been violent before. I say due 100% to that psychologist in Liverpool NSW down near the railway think was Moore Street near Bigge Street in an old white house with a broken concrete driveway.
After the birth of my 4th child, my first to my then defacto Owen Hall (1964-2010) I assumed the last name Hall by statutory declaration. So when I was elected in 1995 as a local government councillor in Wollondilly Shire, I was known as Councillor Jenny Hall. However I was on the electoral roll as Janette Gail Hall.
Circa 1989 Australian officials stole a photo from my house in The Oaks. The photo was my face as seen inside a photo booth circa 1984, when I was aged 28. They published that photo as the face of a murder victim killed during the first Australian bikie shootings on Fathers Day 1984.
So. Let me highlight one snippet of fact that most people choose to overlook, or are incapable of grasping, like the defamatory false and vocal participants of the Onkaparinga Council Watch Facebook page, Yvonne Wenham, Brenton Knott and others during the recent council elections.
The Lange political communication defence is based on the fact that the public have an implied right of political communication, and published content must be about a matter to concern specific government or political issues, not personal issues, the content of the publication must be well researched and context of the publication must be reasonable in all the circumstances.
That's NOT what Yvonne Wenham and Brenton and other published on their Onkaparinga Council Watch Facebook page which was unlawful defamation full of twisted malicious gossip with the intent to further defame me to prevent me from securing popular election, allegedly in breach of state Electoral Act (s113—Misleading advertising) under the same terms one of them lodged a complaint about me, because I said I was illegally dismissed from Wollondilly Shire Council in 1999 when they were probably still in school sucking their thumb. Evidently they got their legal advise from the back of a public toilet door.
Let me say that as the daughter of a Freemason, if the Campbelltown Camden (NSW) Freemason police who knew my Freemason dad personally or notoriously in the 1980s and 1990s were honest law abiding government public officers, then they would have investigated the many claims about me made by others claiming I had faked my own death.
More importantly; as I grew up being a child in the 'fold' of Australian Masonic taradition, with police and judges, (etcetera) being my dad's best buddies in the Masons.
Why then have I not been protected under the umbrella of the the family if Masonic police and other government officials?
Why is it despite my academic ability demonstrated from childhood, that I was refused the right to a career and have not been able to gain employment since after my Freemason organised 30 June 1987 motor vehicle car 'accident' that saw my TE Gemini being rear ended twice by a large soil truck, and police charging me for negligent driving because I actually survived that murder attempt?
That's right. I have not been gainfully employed since 30 June 1987 when I was 31 years old.
I was not allowed to file a motor vehicle accident claim. The driver of a small white sedan who literally caused the need to stop suddenly, was Mr Ken McRae senior, a Freemason and best buddy of my dear-old-dad when McRae lived in O'Sullivan or Angle Road Leumeah NSW circa 1960s, (one of his sons has the same name) McRae had two daughters younger than me. McRae was at the Allman Street Campbelltown Masonic Lodge meeting with my dear-old-dad and about twenty other fake pillars of society, (circa 1967) when two boys my age were ritualistically raped and one murdered. I was the only independent witness. No person was ever charged for that crime.
Sydney based defective police detective Sergeant Paul Shiels in 1994 who with 2 unirformed police attempt to arrest me at gunpoint for being murdered Leanne Walters and faking my own death - and they would have investigated the many other claims from locals who told police they believed I was really alleged murder victim Leanne Walters and I had faked my own death in 1984. Instead the New South Wales police department, (including multiple Police Commissioners and elected parliamentarians and Ministers) committed gross Nonfeasance (failure to act where action is required — willfully or in neglect.) Instead the cock-sucker NSW police did nothing but physically and derogatorily continue to criminally assault me, causing this specific virus in the police departments to spread to South Australia terminal maggots like Yvonne Kirsten Wenham and her fellow conspirator Brenton Allen Knott joining a cast of probably thousands over the decades since 1984. I got a tougher sentence than the men accused of the shooting deaths and I wasn't even there. Freemason police have defamed me so extensively and the government have supported my surgical rape initially to protect the (false) good reputation of Freemasons. What their motive is in 2018 is anyone's guess. I've never claimed to know the mind of a psychopath, I can only distinguish them by their persistent behaviour OUTSIDE Australian law, when they're employed specifically to enforce Australian law. I've never given much thought to the participating motorcycle clubs, ever, I wouldn't care less even if they pull their crutch over their head to use it as a hat, its their business to live how they choose, exactly the same as gay rights, (not that they're all gay, not that there's anything wrong with being gay.) All I care about it that government public officers follow the rules enabling my access to my legal rights.
We've seen evidence of dishonest human nature through history enough to say that in every instance when one group are allowed to legally dominate another, more often than not they act dishonestly. We've seen it in modern times when men in Australia were allowed under law to 'own' their wife and children, (when I was a child and young adult) child sex crimes and wife beating in every community, was considered NORMAL. Which is why some people, (usually always men) in authority support the introduction of Sharia law in Australia under Family Law Act, probably secretly in the hope domination of women will return in Australian law. We've seen when police are allowed to use their 'own' discretion in deciding which crime to prosecute, they never prosecute their mates unless the mate had fallen out of favour, when government public officers decide the correctness of the behaviour of other government public officers they rarely if ever find the government at fault. Time and time again humans have proved that their promise means nothing, they simply can NEVER be trusted when they're put in charge of that proverbial lolly shop called power.
I think like a high court judge with human rights and the Australian Constitution forethought in their mind. Australian Constitution insistence in section 102 that the State Governments should discriminate against anyone in trade or commerce. Trade and commerce includes the matters performed by government public officers in their day to day activities in employment which includes matters directly linked to any individual. Although the word 'may' was used its clear the intent was not to discriminate, not, to discriminate. Wordsmithing with ambiguity is a modern tactic to evade government responsibility. Section 102 imposes a paramount duty on parliaments to ensure statute laws and their implementation are performed without bias or preference to any person or group for any reason. Which includes a ban on the implementation of Sharia law or PP law.
We have laws that should have stopped this shit compounding to this abhorrent level, but instead of government public officer police going after the criminals they KNEW were responsible, they stood back and let the criminals have free reign to harm me along with all the government and falsely alleged independent corruption watchdogs. That's Nonfeasance and Nonfeasance is also unlawful in Australia.
With their crimes, lies and depravity Australian government public officers, (past and present) stole from me and my children our entire family making sure we are all alone and without each other, engineered to protect all hard-core paedophiles in the ranks of Freemason government - that's something no reasonable person would ever forgive or forget, or be 'moving forward' from.
If you ever want to fight an evil force its no point prodding at its tail. Defeat is secured when you confront the bastards face to face. Problem is they're usually spineless cowards who'll do everything in their power not to face you ... and so it is with Australian government public officers. Instead of providing me with a qualified lawyer and barrister when I challenge them in court, to make an equil playing field, (so to speak) they send their mental health team to have me falsely declared crazy, (where their claim I'm mentally unstable is based on the fact I've challenged the legality of their actions) relieving themselves of the necessity of defending my claims in a court of Australian law. That's the true mark of a spineless coward COAG. I note COAG is another piece of bullshit, (unconstitutional) convention not mentioned in our Australian Constitution.
Formatting looks different depending on the web browser you use. You may find it easier to have this website text read to you by a computerised Lector via the link provided under the reading glasses at top of this page. I'm not too fussed about the spelling and gramar as, mostly, only Maleficient Toads will read this website anyway.
My siblings and I (religiously) watched the Lone Ranger as children. Lone Ranger was was cast as an America TV hero with his friend Tonto cast as an American Indian. Roy Rogers was an American singer and actor who was popularised in western gear which was common TV in the 1960s (like hospitals are now) Roy Rogers sang with Dale Evans a woman. From her off behaviour, my closest age sister was also subjected to, (see East Campbelltown 1960s photo card) similar brainwashing sessions involving our 8th great great grandfather Rob Roy, (real life hero in Scotland.) Evidence suggests my sister suffered the same confusion with Rob Roy and Roy Rogers when we heard the name Rob Roy for the first time as adults. I know when they, (Freemason brain-washers) spoke of Rob Roy, I immediately made the mental association with Roy Rogers. When they said that was wrong and added Rob Roy was a hero, to try to make me understand, I mixed the Lone Ranger with Roy Rogers, forming a new memory association between Roy Rogers and Tonto. I can probably date the criminal brain-washing sessions, as my sister birthed a male child in 1980s she mysteriously named Dale. They started it again in the 1990s as I recall tapping the William Tell Overture with my fingers incessantly when in a couple of council meetings, that's the opening of the Lone Ranger. Popular songs and other music was the memory link I developed to be able to precicely recall when I was being brainwashed. My subconscious was telling me not to forget the criminally illegal brainwashing sessions I was perpetually attached with when I was an elected councillor and performing responsibilities in that capacity inside Wollondilly Shire Council 1995-1999. I could remember being angry when remembering the overture which made me tap it at a reasonable tone to see who else in the council meeting would remember. Only the Labor party councillors grinned at each other. Boom boom.
Wonder who can research the circumstances of tragic deaths of Freemason children in Australia, maybe politicians judges police doctors lawyers and a host of others. Deaths in motor vehicle or alleged drug overdose circumstances, perhaps as a result of that adult or young child being a secreted victim of child sex assault. Let us also look at the statistics linked to the outcomes of Freemasons accused of any crime in Australia since the Federation of Australasian states. Now lets reflect on the Fathers Day 1984 Sydney Australia shooting of motorcycle club members, with similar inquisitorialness.
I can almost hear the frantic cries of ancient mothers clanging pots and pans and sticks chanting through the mist of time each in their own local language; free ma sons, free ma sons, free ma sons ... before their Masonic King had them seized and burnt alive as evil witches. Lights fade. Chanting sound slowly increases from a whisper as lights rise slowly. Pan across the tear stained faces of young peasant women clutching babies across their chest all chanting and clanging in unison ...