The PR Blog

It was down to business at the Arizona Rally when President Donald J Trump took the stand and embraced the love of his adoring fans and fellow Patriots.

As an Australian, I watched it in the morning,  Queensland time. I had been up for a few hours, gotten my household chores out of the way, warned my Mother Redhead that I would be down to do grocery shopping earlier than normal so that I could be home, unpacked and ready to sit down and get treatment for my TTS: Trump Therapy Syndrome.

I am not a fan of baseball. I don't really even know the rules. I have never watched a game. But this 2016 offering on Netflix is almost worth the subscription. 

Let me tell you how I came to watch it. It was all because I tried to clean a fan.

About 2 and a half weeks ago, I was embarking on a spring clean of my unit. Part of this exercise in domestic duties was cleaning the ceiling fans. 

We are hearing through the grapevine that Sri Lanka’s latest approach to handling the fuel crisis in its country is to ration fuel using residents’ Wuhan coronavirus (COVID-19) QR codes.

The only way to buy gasoline in Sri Lanka, we are told, is to show one’s COVID “passport” via a smartphone – this being exactly the type of government misuse that many warned about when QR codes for the plandemic were first introduced.

Over the past years, since starting this blog, I have been amazed at how much the left hate the RIGHT. Is it perhaps because they are WRONG and despise the RIGHT of the truth?

I am no political warrior - quite the opposite. I tend toward the Pollyanna view on life - I always try and see the good in the bad and the upside of adversity. 

But too many of us have turned into Mr Inbetween. 

When I was a kid, one of my favourite books was “ Washday at the Pa”. Even today, when I do my sheets and big weekly wash, everyone who knows me knows that I am having Washday at the Pa. My Mum still has washday at the Pa and it is never seen as a chore – rather a day when the bed is clean and crisp, smells like sunlight and the towels are fresh from blowing in the breeze all day long.

I love washday at the Pa. When my kids were little, so did they. When bedtime came around, it was easy to get them to scurry off to bed without a grizzle…. The pillowcases freshly ironed, the sheets tightly tucked and crease-free and the sleep that followed was restful and sound.

I found this article and want to share it with you. It sums up what so many now think and feel. Thank goodness they are waking up. 

The battlefield is still warm, following Canada’s war on the unvaccinated. The mandates have let up, and both sides stumble back into something that looks like the old normal — except that there is a fresh and present injury done to the people we tried to break. And no one wants to talk about it.