The PR Blog

When Barack Obama and his … wife …. Bought an ocean front property at Martha’s Vineyard, the world went a bit crazy. After all, it was the Barry /Barack/Obama/Soetero guy who announced back about 10 years ago that the oceans were rising and we had to do something to stop this inevitable disaster that was about to turn us into the second coming of Noah.

Were they were not so sad, those espousing the idea of massively created, and thereby possibly cured, climate change by human beings would be belly-laughable.

Take a few examples.

Several large groups of caring, concerned Planet Earth supporters decide to protest. They contact each other by cell phones and computers, both of which require Earth harming batteries and other difficult to recycle items.

I belong to the group known as baby boomers – the ones that lived through the “ burn the bra “ and early feminist days of the pill, the equality of the sexes and the general liberation of women from the kitchen.  At the time, I did not realise that my life had gone from one of comfortable domesticity to one of 5am starts, 10 pm finishes and a pay cheque that largely went to childcare providers.

As a woman, I was proud of what we achieved then. But now, I am not so sure we did anything other than bite ourselves in the bum. And in turn our menfolk in to pawns, pansies and poofters.

A few years ago the only scooter in our area was my late husband's Mobility scooter.   Registered with the  Transport Department , all legal and  above board.   ( Australian vernacular for legal for those of you unfamiliar with our turn of phrase  )

The Mobility Scooter as a mode of transport is usually owned by someone who used to drive a car  and is aware of the dangers and is much more alert.