Ahh, the days when Australia was a Nation of larrakins and bushies. When Steve Irwin and his “ Crikey! “ were a nod to the beauty of the Australia that we grew up in and still hold dear.
I have been heading down Memory Lane a lot these days because it is a laneway that seems a " safe place ", a happy place and one where things like the Chinese Virus, lockdowns, facemasks, censorship and Political Correctness existed in George Orwell's books or in Communist countries.
When faced with the choice between Highway to Hell or the familiar terrain of nostalgia, I will choose Memory Lane any day of the week.
So I wonder how many of you fellow Australians realised how well off we were? As the saying goes " you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone "
It is with horror I have just read the article about Soros and his support of the NAMBLA group. Up until now I have never heard of it. But it appears the USA and other parts of the world it is a well known name . Then before that I read the article about the poor little lad who had dreadful things done to him by 4 older lads. What is the world coming to. Talk about stamping it out we have to get cracking and do something instead of talking about it.
Our younger generation has gone insane.
George Soros must truly be the face of all evil. His personal fortune amassed from manipulating the money market where he says “ I am here to make money. I cannot and do not look at the social consequences of what I do. “
One of his philanthropic acts is to fund organisations including Antifa, Black Lives matter and the group known as NAMBLA – the North American Man Boy Love Association.
Yes, you read that right. The organisation that states that “we should understand and accept paedophiles and it’s just a natural sexual orientation“
Read more: Money is the root of all evil and its name is Soros
In the far north of idyllic Queensland, home of palm trees, sunshine and sandy beaches, we have a monster on the loose. And it is not a Crocodile or poisonous snake. A killer kangaroo or a mutant spider or a massive canetoad. It is the monster that is child abuse and it must be eradicated.
After the gang rape of a 5 year old boy, perpetrated by young boys aged between 10 and 13 years of age, there is no way ANY society can accept the abuse. This RAPE is symbolic of the rape of a culture, an Indigenous People who are screaming out for help and our Judicial system and our Governments are not putting on their listening ears.
THIS MUST STOP. NOW. This is not a time for another enquiry, another investigation or another conciliatory chit chat. The abuse must end. NOW.
Our grip on life can be tenuous, yet we forge through our allotted span, seldom for a moment sparing a thought for how close we are to ‘going off the rails’. Many souls have a tortured path at some time in their life span ..and it can be debilitating, painful and lonely.
I write as an 86 year old, who has gone through life physically and relatively unscathed. Yet I have scars that I would not wish on my worst enemies. I saw my Mother who endured nearly 19 years of depression that ended with her taking her own life, when I was 38 years old. My younger son who spent 20 years serving in the RAAF, shot himself on my daughters farm, when I was 68.
These are the mileposts in life’s path that ‘scar’, that never completely heal. These are sombre reminders of a time when our emotions can be pushed to near breaking point.
ISIS bride Shamima Begum can “ come home “ - I doubt the average pom is happy.
Shamina Begum is a traitor. She is the person who WILLINGLY boarded a plane, flew to Syria and joined forces with the devil. Something must be done to these rogue Judges and the moral morbidity that has infiltrated our legal systems.
Married to a monster and having giving birth to his children, she shows no remorse, no sign of a return to sanity. In my opinion, she has become a monster herself.
Read more: The bride of Frankenstein more fearful than the monster himself?
While people around the world call for changes in names of sporting teams, ban words and promote slogans like “ Black Lives Matter “ I have to wonder when they will turn their nasty attention to words that were used with innocent affection and had no ill intent.
As a proud and Patriotic Citizen of Australia, I believe there are many here today who owe their lives to the heroic deeds of “ The Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels. “
If some leftist comes after that name, then they had better be ready for a fight.
The Kiwi fight is on. At last Xindy has an opponent who could actually topple her dictatorship and consign her to the forest floor to scrub and peck and wonder how it all went wrong.
With little over 2 months until the New Zealand election, the Crusading Communist from the Woke Weirdo Left thought she had her job in the bag. Suddenly, she has a fighting foe from right stage about to tell her that she may end up being the understudy in New Zealand’s great play: “ The Future. “
Xindy Ardern – with her arrogant and condescending love of all things non Kiwi and all things Muslim and all things China must be wondering what the hell just happened.
The real pandemic we are facing is the pandemic of misery, hopelessness and helplessness. As a world, we have confronted the Black Death, Spanish Flu, Polio, Tuberculosis, famine, pestilence and economic depression.
We have fought wars and sent millions of our young men to die on the foreign soil of Gallipoli, the Somme and in the oceans and seas of the South Pacific. We have watched towns and communities stripped bare of their young farmers, workers and husbands. Brothers, fathers and cousins cheated of a life yet to be lived.
We have done so with a hale heart and a sure knowledge that their sacrifce for us was worthwhile; that they gave their lives in order to preserve ours. Yet here we are today murdering our economies, torturing our freedom and surrendering our ways of life for a virus.
Many of you have read about the debacle of the morning tea from hell. I said on Saturday that I would have needed to write an article as long as War and Peace to truly convey the emotion that charged the room at Redhead's home.
One thing that struck me and I cannot get out of my head was her calendar. Yes, her calendar. A fundraising calendar above her office desk - where she taps the keyboard and writes emails, articles and orders her library books. It is her place of communication and engagement. Somewhere to stay in touch and skype with her many beloved friends and family.
But her calendar was a subject of ridicule and insult. By her 14 year old Great Grand Daughter. Yes, you read that right. An 88 year old woman was told that she was a dirty old woman for having a calendar above her desk. What was it?
It was the 2020 Firefighters Association fund raising calendar .
What a morning I have just had. A long awaited family get together with one of my daughters and her family. I haven't seen them for about 18 months and I didn't realise what a difference that time would make. My two grand daughters have been abducted by aliens and have turned into the spawn of the devil.
The gathering was held at Redhead's home, which many of my long term readers will know is close to one of the bushfires that swept through our country in the latter part of 2019 and early 2020. It was the first time that they have visited since that dreadful event and it went from eagerly anticipated to a train wreck in about 1 hour.
Let me explain.
Read more: Tick tock .. tik tok... it is almost midnight - the devil is riding in.
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