Apparently, life wasn’t meant to be easy. And I’m finding out the hard way.
I’ve received notice that both the State of New South Wales and Garry Burns will be seeking leave to appeal to the High Court and challenge our recent win in the New South Wales Court of Appeal. I remain very confident that we can defend this win and put an end to the tyranny being wrought by the New South Wales Anti-Discrimination Board (ADB). However, it is slightly frustrating to have to go through the process again.
For those who are not aware, the ADB believes it has the power to prosecute anyone anywhere in Australia and at any time if they happen to express the ‘wrong’ views about marriage. I was facing up to $1.6 million in fines until recently when some sort of sanity prevailed and the New South Wales Court of Appeal ruled that the ADB had no power to pursue complaints against non-New South Wales residents.
You can read the judgement here.
Unfortunately, if you do live in New South Wales then you are stuck with the Thought Police. Tread warily, lest you be caught in their traps.
Because even though I’ve already won in the Tribunal, and won again in the highest court in the state, the Thought Police roll on.
It’s almost like they have absolute contempt for court orders.
Here is part of yesterday’s hearing list for the Tribunal:
You’ll notice it contains one complainant extraordinaire. And it contains a number of victims. Every single one of them lives outside New South Wales.
The New South Wales Court of Appeal ruled over a month ago that complaints cannot be prosecuted against non-New South Wales residents. And yet there I was incurring costs again yesterday as a result of a serial complainant and an out of control Kangaroo Court.
So now I have to go back to court again to put a stop to this farce.
Of course, this irritation blackened my mood but not as much as the decision handed down by the New South Wales Court of Appeal earlier this week. It ruled that I am not entitled to any costs for my win. And it also ordered that I pay part of Burns’ costs as well. You can read that judgement here.
This is the second time that I’ve been ordered to pay Burns’ costs even though I actually won the matter.
It’s a good life for a homosexual activist. It’s not so much fun if you’re a straight guy who likes to serve the nation and also feels like he should have the same rights to express himself as others.
Because you’re just not allowed to do that.
On Wednesday, the Full Court of the Federal Court decided that the Chief of Defence Force’s decision to terminate my appointment was lawful. It also ordered me to pay costs.
As a reminder, after Defence started marching down Oxford Street (in uniform) with those who viciously mock my Catholic faith and a bunch of political parties and lobby groups all calling for open borders and homosexual marriage, I expressed my unhappiness.
I also pointed out that Defence policies expressly prohibited uniformed attendance at political events, or support of political and religious vilification, or support of inappropriate sexual behaviour.
Just so you know, much of the Mardi Gras is so inappropriate that it can’t be displayed on Defence IT systems. Instead of upholding these policies and the political neutrality of the ADF, the Chief of Defence decided it would be easier to sack me instead.
And then he promptly changed the policy to allow uniformed political activity – as long as it met with his approval. Now the legal system has decided that there’s not a problem to see here.
You can read the full judgement here as well.
Fortunately, normal ordinary Australians aren’t so blind. Nearly 15,000 have signed a petition in the last week calling on Defence to restore its apolitical status. And I will be taking this matter to the High Court if leave is granted.
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That’s been my week. It was the first full week in Lent. And to cap it all off, it’s ended with my car transforming itself from something useful into a large paperweight out the front of our house.
It has reminded me of the famous story of St Therese of Avila:
And while Teresa’s spirituality was a deeply reverential one, her humor also evinces a kind of playfulness in her relationship with God. Once, when she was travelling to one of her convents, St. Teresa of Ávila was knocked off her donkey and fell into the mud, injuring her leg. “Lord,” she said, “you couldn’t have picked a worse time for this to happen. Why would you let this happen?”
And the response in prayer that she heard was, “That is how I treat my friends.”
Teresa answered, “And that is why you have so few of them!”