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1. In 1942, my wife’s Uncle was a metallurgist in Papua New Guinea. At the height of WW2 , he made do and mended in the jungles of one of the hotbeds of the conflict. Unable to serve in the War due to being deaf ( years of working in a goldmine in New Zealand) he served in his own way by doing his bit and carrying on.

   Yesterday, I found a transcript of his recollections of the time in Papua New Guinea during the war and I wanted to share it with you. It is typed as he shared it all those years ago. His time in the War in the jungle of Papua New Guinea.  As a courtesy. I have omitted parts that could identify him or his family.

   Here is his story of walking out of the jungles of PNG in 1942.

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 What have you done Winston Peters? What have you done?  The Nazguls are only circling because YOU gave Cindy the Flightplan. 

You bastard.

I just love courageous, eccentric, bold and human Kiwis. I really do. I have enormous admiration for this tiny country at the bottom of the world that dares to be extraordinary and dares to be bold and cheeky in the face of global grandiose.

What a shame the Nation of New Zealand is now governed by a globalist leftist greenie who has no comprehension of the people who came before her.

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1. Fair cop. I have a major problem with men that trade in the vintage car that has given reliability, good fuel economy and a comfortable ride over many years – only to send it to the junkyard and trade it in for a new model.

It pisses me off. The new model may be a later year and have better upholstery but let’s be honest, it doesn’t feel the same once you have sat in the seat for a few months or years. There is something about the old comfy car that you like to cast your mind back on and reflect with pleasure.

It was a damned good car.

Poor old Barnaby Joyce. He really did screw his career because he traded in his ute and got a sports car. Hardly a good look for a man in the public eye and one from the bush.

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This article was written back on 6 March. It is deserving of an update. 

Since then just a few short months ago, so many things have changed. Australia has returned a less left leaning Government, NZ has endured a Mosque attack that its left wing Government has exploited to full advantage; America has seen the left hatred increase against Trump and UK and Europe are finally waking up to the reality that they are now the refugees in their own countries. 

What is a Friend?

I have an acquaintance – not sure if I can call her a friend – who is currently very depressed. She lives in New Zealand. I would like to call her a friend, though I have never met her.

What makes someone a friend? An acquaintance? Is it the physical meeting with that person or is it a meeting of the minds? How does one differentiate between the two?

Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and social media have corrupted the word Friendship and turned it into a meaningless term based on Likes and Followers and upvotes from complete strangers.

 After the fear and anguish of the anticipation of a Labor victory in the election of Saturday, I slept a relieved sleep that we had been spared the horror of a Socialist takeover of Australia.

But that victory was somehow tarnished by the defeat of some of our most outspoken and important heroes: Tony Abbott, Jim Molan and Fraser Anning.

It was almost a hollow victory. One that gave us the win but also gave us losses that are too important to ignore. Our three most vocal opponents to climate change, immigration, restriction of Australians to be Australians in their own Nation; all gone.