"GREAT IRONY" THAT IS COLD CASE INVESTIGATOR TIM BADRICK

 

There is an old proverb - "your friends you can choose but God gave you your relations". 

Until around 13 years ago, when by sheer coincidence, out of boredom one late November night in 2012, I wrote an "off the cuff" blog on my website (at that time) about the Sharron Phillips homicide case, I didn't have any reason to MAKE THE CORRELATION between any "relative" of mine and what, purely to fill in some time before bed, I intuitively put into words.

Before I extend upon my opening statement, let's just say that I know what state of mind I was in by the end of 2012. 

Earlier that year on my website I had posted two much more premeditated and "thought out" blogs on another unsolved homicide cold case in Queensland - the Murphy's Creek murders near Toowoomba, in 1974. 

Basically, the two blogs, especially the first one I posted, were "hijacked" by a big group of people, primarily from around Toowoomba, who used (and abused) my website as a prop to vent vitriol and abusive dialogue at others who had a different opinion as to who murdered the two nurses at Hoods paddock in 1974.

After a well publicised "sham" inquest into Wendy Evans' and Lorraine Wilson's gruesome murders which took place in Toowoomba turned out to be a fizzer, and what my well meaning blogs into the cold case had descended into due to a bunch of militant yobbos, I was basically suffering from at least mild clinical depression. 

I wanted to write about anything bar Murphy's Creek 1974 by the end of 2012. Just a whim, based upon a spontaneous thought that one night in November, I posted a little blog about the Sharron Phillips cold case.

And that's where the GREAT IRONY THAT IS COLD CASE INVESTIGATOR TIM BADRICK was borne.

Something that was years in the making, as it always was destined to be. I just had absolutely no inkling, back in 2012, to think of just what a paradoxical Pandora's Box I was opening by pursuing the Sharron Phillips case in any capacity. One which puts a Shakespearean play of ultimate betrayal by "someone in your family" to shame.

Over 13 years later, in 2026, I still don't know who that "someone" is. But I know there is a SOMEONE. No cop is telling me, nobody from any investigative background is telling me WHO that SOMEONE is.

They could be an immediate family member or an extended family member. That's the cold hard truth - for me. It's quite possibly an "uncle of mine", but it might well be someone else. 

Looking back long before 2012 when I wrote this blog about Sharron Phillips, I can see now that there were a lot of telltale signs that I was "singled out" as being a threat to "blow everyone's cover" who was / still is involved in the syndicated ruse to cover up who murdered Sharron Phillips.

Now why was that? I was then a young man and who was only 11 years old at the time of Sharron's murder in 1986. In retrospect, I can only logically assume that it wasn't me as a person who was being red flagged by agents of the mob and the Freemasons, but MY SURNAME. 

Whichever BADRICK did what in 1986 was not TIM BADRICK. He was an 11 year old kid at home one night in early May who would have been going to school the next day. 

In retrospect, I can trace origins of this one humongous psyop which I was the target of (without my knowledge) all the way back to employers I worked for in the 1990s, starting with a "driveline company" based at Archerfield in Brisbane. 

In plain English, I know now that at least half a dozen jobs which I got since 1993 have been effectively "staged". 

I didn't get the jobs because I necessarily was the most suitable candidate who was the best qualified. I got the jobs because I am TIM BADRICK. 

Various employers between 1993 and as recent as 2021 who obviously had some nefarious, clandestine connections to "Masonic figures" and the mob, who were (and are) orchestrating the Sharron Phillips murder cover up, knew exactly who I was as soon as I walked in the door, and in two instances, when I walked into the job agency to get the job. I would have much sooner got all the jobs in question on merit, not because of my surname.

Another red flag about me being "staked out" by "nefarious little men" long before I wrote the Sharron Phillips blog in 2012, which I can now see a mile away, is when I started writing letters to the Jimboomba Times newspaper in around 2007, in rural Logan City, Queensland. 

I can now name him. He is long dead. His name was LIN HALL. He was a New Zealand born man with an extensive history in the Australian and NZ Air Force. I know for a fact (now) that he associated with military personnel who were at the Wacol army barracks that night when Sharron Phillips disappeared. 

He had his minions from around rural Logan region, including Vince Sawyer, go out of their way to be nice to me, to commend me on my newspaper letters, to assist me setting up a website, even though I didn't know Lin Hall from a bar of soap and wouldn't have known Vince to begin with if I had tripped over him in a shopping centre.

For around 30 years, from 1993 onwards, there is a litany of examples of people from all kinds of different backgrounds who have given me jobs, groomed online "friendships" with me, all kinds of "lovely gestures", but the truth is that the whole time it was to THROW ME OFF. 

That's why, immediately after I wrote that little blog about Sharron Phillips one night in late 2012, panic would have set in the ranks.

A big, big group of people probably could not f***ing believe that a BADRICK had written a blog to try and "solve" the Sharron Phillips cold case.  That's when the conspiracy took on a truly evil intent, headed by MR. PETELCZYC.