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This, would you believe, is a picture that Father Trevord Bulled, the man of god in charge of all things religious at the Holy Trinity Church, which quite ironically is located just a stone’s throw from the infamous Hacienda Hotel, where Brisbane’s pedophile ring of the early 1980’s starring top-rating radio announcer Bill Hurrey and the ‘face of the police force’ Constable Davey Moore used to ply their trade.

The bar’s called Ribs and Rumps now, simply proving Elvis’s wise man dictum that some things are just meant to be.

This here is the same picture of the unholy Father Bulled, with an image of his friends who ‘liked’ his post on Facebook included.

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Take note of the name Robert Muir, for is is vital to the story.

Robert Muir lives in Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia, the child sex capital of the South Pacific, and there he is the Commissioner at the Colony Hotel.

This is Bobby, who has money, refined taste in furniture, an eclectic collection of young (and some not so young) male friends, and a thing for pretty younger boys.

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The bloke next to Bobby’s name is not Fabio, but a very known Queenslander- a very close mate of swim coach Scotty Volkers, who once attended St Paul’s School at Bald Hills, my old alma mater and the scene of the first stage of my sexual abuse – jokingly ribs his friend Bobby that it is.

The man’s name is Rod Welford.

At one stage he was the ALP member for Everton Park, and the Attorney-General of Queensland.

You know, the bloke who appointed judges, and administered the law.

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Rocket Rod seems to find relationships between older men and young lads amusing, which is quite a concern given that back in the day Rocket was well known for his propensity for employing young men to work in his electoral offices, and as his political advisers.

The Junkyard Dog was one of them.

There were many more.

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Rocket Rod Welford has a thing for young men.

It’s weird that isn’t it?

See the picture below, with Bobby on the left, and a young man in the middle?

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Rocket Rod Welford liked that one too.

Weird again isn’t it?

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What’s even weirder is that this is a senior former Queensland politician getting down and dirty in this filthy mire with friends and associates of sick bastards who abuse kids.

Remember the definition I expressed in the previous story?

Well here’s a prescient question.

Welford’s predecessor as Attorney-General of Queensland was a maladjusted weirdo too, a man who more than a little bit to do with the deeply depraved Queensland Debating Union, another hotbed of hairless boy handjob givers.

It wasn’t revealed during the Royal Commission hearings, but it is fact – trust me, I was there and heard it first hand – that Rocket’s mentor Mr Matthew Foley, ‘Matt’ to his mates, the then Shadow Attorney-General, but before and after the real one, gave one of the three eulogies at the funeral of his former teacher at Terrace, a lascivious lecher and lifelong pedophile named Kenin ‘Skippy’ Lynch, who broke a thousand lives, and another thousand more to boot.

What exactly did Matt Foley say?

And why?

Or are they?

I don’t think so.

I wonder what Rocket and Matt reckon?

Perhaps one day someone from the mainstream media might ask them, and then we may find out.