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Sydney Morning Herald: By Natasha Wallace; November 25, 2005

His love of animals, which landed him in jail on cruelty charges, intensified after reading Genesis in the Bible.
It became stronger still after he studied Eastern and South American mysticism. He traveled the world exploring ancient cultures, delving into the concept of the "third eye" - or non-verbal communication.

Brendan Francis McMahon, 36, of Tamarama, who is charged with mutilating to death 17 rabbits and a guinea pig, thought he was a "tool for the universe".

His purpose in life was to release captive animals from pet stores, and create "safe havens" for them that were "free of predators".

Yesterday, after a psychiatric report was presented to court, a charge of bestiality against the financier was dropped.

The Herald understands it was because prosecutors are unable to prove he used his penis to penetrate the rabbits, a requirement of that charge. [I think they ducked out on the DNA evidence, sung to the tune of "swab that penis" - the HAMMER. Ducked out..."that's a joke, son" Yosimite Sam. It's actually not funny; you have no idea how homophobic some Sydney flatfoots are.]

A short hearing will be held next month after a forensic psychiatrist, Stephen Allnutt, diagnosed him as having an "almost resolved psychotic episode".

McMahon, who yesterday attended Downing Centre Local Court dressed in a dark suit, told psychiatrists he believed he was communicating with the rabbits when he bought them from pet shops and released them into Hyde Park in March and April.

He denies ever having had sex with animals. He did not have a mental disorder and was not mentally ill, Dr Allnutt said.

The dead or dying animals, some skinned, were allegedly found in and around McMahon's York Street office between July and early August.

The lane adjoined a building in which McMahon allegedly occupied a first-floor office, from which he ran a financial planning and mortgage brokerage, Meares-McMahon Capital, with Jason Meares, the brother of the swimsuit designer Jodhi Meares, former wife of James Packer.
McMahon had been using the drug methamphetamine, also known as ice, every day because it gave him a "mental push" at work and gave him confidence in business dealings that otherwise caused anxiety, the report said.

He had been using the drug for about a year.

He had smoked marijuana almost every day since he was 14, and had a "life-long love for nature", the report added.

But Dr Allnutt said his "interest in nature, bird-watching and mysticism became distorted by the amphetamine use".

He had "delusional" beliefs that "were further complicated by his interest in mysticism, hence the development of his idea that he could communicate with animals through a third eye", Dr Allnutt said.

"At the time he really believed that he had been communicating with the rabbits, and that this interaction with the rabbits was of value to nature. He said that when this happened he would feel a 'joy' in his heart." [I'm sure the rabbits were feeling anything but - allegedly - The HAMMER.]

McMahon allegedly said he felt some of the rabbits he released were unhappy.

Dr Allnutt said that McMahon told him of three "significant" experiences in the past 18 months - twice when birds followed him in his truck in the outback, looking at him, and a time when he saw a cloud forming the shape of a wedgetail eagle.

"During the period that he had these experiences he had also become contemplative about contributing more to nature," Dr Allnutt said.

HammerTime: Whoaaa! The RABBITS were unhappy??? Put the brakes on, the train is stealing the driver!!!! Why does this merit posting anywhere? I think it's an exemplary situation where someone should desperately plead psychosis when its evident - or simply just fade away, exit stage right, and walk - if not run. My tagline is HAMMERTIME - this guys should be SHUT-UP-AND-SPRINT- time. If I were him, and wanted to keep my job in any capacity, I would develop a fatal allergy for cameras - particularly if I worked in the Financial sector.

Please, Brendan - take your pills. This is not funny.

Fydor Dostoevsky used to trawl the newspapers looking at the crime pages. People who claim they are "tools for the universe" are fascinating. I mean - how do we know that they are NOT so? How do you subpoena the Universe to testify? I mean, "the devil made me do it" has not been a useful excuse for a long time, at least here in Australia. David Berkowitz may have blamed God by proxy when he blamed it on his talking dog - but to this guy's utter credit, he has harmed NO HUMANS.

Thank God for that.

Stories hail from my ex-wife, who lives in outer-suburban Sydney, of a woman who appeared at her door, entirely unsolicited, claiming that God had sent her to wash her feet. This was, apparently a heaven-sent blessing. I last heard that the ex was ranting "...there's no way I'm going back to THAT Church again!". Darn straight, darlin'!

Me?, I'd have cancelled the pedicure, and gestured.

The Church, I believe, was Sydney's ultra-wealthy Charismatic enterprise, Hillsong - or their Penrith affiliate. Hillsong's founder (Frank Houston - not Brian) was relatively-recently sidelined under mega-ultra-super secret circumstances, which I know everything about, and which I'm saying nothing - yet. Just think Jimmy Bakker, America. Oral Roberts, et al, op cit. All the guys that crash in thunderous public flames. Assemblies of God men - every one of 'em - the ones who think theirs does not stink, because they've been dunked twice, and in a different fashion second time around, to boot. Their baptism is better than ours, or the converse.

Indeed. A "..Tool for the Universe.."eh? The HAMMER asks: what is the difference between this man's mania, and Sydney's Prosperity Gospel, music-driven CHARISmania???

Dostoevsky had a real heart for people (allegedly) like this. Hillsong does not. It is rank by the urban legendry it garners for throwing people like this OUT on their heads UNTIL THEY TAKE THEIR MEDICATION. Very Christian, eh? All the while, praying for them whilst they go hungry, wet, and cold in the gutter they'd just tossed you in. But if you're a junkie - come on in. Now that's got STYLE, and marketing potential.

Hillsong is particularly henious to The HAMMER, because he knows that although Hillsong makes greenbacks hand-over-fist, and much of it tax free, it uses psychiatric labour (dirt-cheap rates under the rubrick of rehabilitation) to bind its' songbooks that it sells for "awesome" markups - none of which see the labourer's claw - or darn little of it. PRA are the people who gladly provide the vassal slaves for it; people like Brendan are the ones who are compelled to work for them (rehabilitiation at $10 - $20 per week - if you are lucky) by the crackpots who garner their credentials from inside corflake packets, and who call themselves "Dr" who work for the NSW system!

It's called "Assertive Rehabilitation". I've heard Dr Singh from Cumberland Hospital, Parramatta, feaux pas it as "Aggressive Rehabilitation" - and that it is.

Back to Brendan: if this guy is NOT insane, or was NOT insane whilst using Crystal Meth - what was he? Is Crystal Meth a hallucinogenic substance, because last time I looked, one of psychosis' determinate features was hallucinations, auditory and otherwise. This is not to pre-empt his plea; it's perhaps a haphazard way of garnering - some - compassion for him, and what may await him if he gets incarcerated!

As for my wife's spirit-driven pedicurist; there's a litmus test. Is is about Jesus Christ, or about them?

Is this normal, or a desirable statistical/social norm at the very least? Pat O'Shean, a Sydney Magistrate, is recently on record as dismissing someone who 'dissed' Sydney cops for flipping the bird at them, and smiling, whilst railing "...you'se are all fucked..." at them - BECAUSE SHE was unsure that there was such a thing as "...Community standards anymore...". I think this is one time the Cops did get it right. Heck, Pat - it's not for the want or need of them!

What about this one, Pat? If he'd have said the same to you, or had killed your rabbit, and told you that ..."yous'e are all fucked..." what would you think then? Those who live in Ivory Towers...

However, this is all well and good - even darkly funny; if you're not a rabbit or guinea pig. Seventeen rabbits AND a guinea pig???

"Let my wabbits GO!!!" The Gospel According to The HAMMER!.

God help us all.

An interesting sidenote to this story is the unusual names garnered by psychiatrists working in the New South Wales Public Psychiatric Hospital system, the state of which Sydney is Capital. Dr Allnutt joins the ranks of Dr Allcock (of "the Allcock Gate" notoriety), Dr Blood, and Dr Sleep. With names like these, The HAMMER would go running for the comfort of MK-ULTRA, and the ubiquitous Dr Ewen Cameron, shouting "stick me quickly, PLEASE!". You would need to have Multiple Personality Disorder to cope.

Hey - we resemble that remark! To those who have ears, listen...

A sign of the times if there ever was one; and no-one barely blinks.

The HAMMER.