The PR Blog

I don't think I am alone in saying I am fed up. 

Sick and tired of injustice, cruelty and the way no one seems to care about anything anymore.

Not the things that matter anyway. 

Too busy worrying about the unimportant to worry about important things. 

Daylight Saving – the dumbest idea since the invention of dehydrated water.

I mean, seriously, what an idiotic and stupid concept: Turn the clocks back one hour and your miraculously save daylight? Well, no, you don’t. It is still daylight for exactly the same amount of time and it is still dark for precisely the same amount of time as it would have been before you changed the clock. So what are we actually “ saving “?

Daylight saving is like Jetlag on steroids. It messes up our natural body clocks and is as confusing to our bodies as an appointment with a gender therapist who votes democRAT….

I lost my father a while ago and it was one of the saddest days of my life. This father, dear friend and stalwart defender and critic of me and MY life, passed away and I have not seen him since.

But I have felt his presence. Almost everyday and almost always when I need him most.

I read a tweet today on twitter from a man who was spending a day alone, his late Mother’s birthday and he was finding it very difficult. I wanted to let him know that he is not alone. And he doesn’t need to shut her out because she has passed.

The democRATs have just moved forward with their witch hunt on President Trump and are hell bent on demonising the most successful President in living memory.

Is this a trick or a treat?  

For myself, being a great supporter of President Donald J Trump, I rather suspect that there is a trick and a treat at stake here...and the democRATs don't realise that they are about to eat garlic soup.. 

I just got off the phone from speaking with a man who is so inspirational and full of common sense that I have to write about it.  He spoke in such simple and easy words, but with such passion and knowledge.  He is 77 years old and he is dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

By Ellan Vannin. Many decades ago, I was a young girl in a rural school in New Zealand.

It was a tough community – one of the most multicultural societies in the country. We had white kids, Maori kids, Chinese kids, Hindu kids and poor kids and rich kids.

All shades of grey .  and all manner of socio economic classes threaded in to those culturally diverse sub sets.