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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.

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.

Sometimes I feel like a stranger in my own Australia.  I am supposed to apologise for a crime I did not commit 200 years ago; I am supposed to apologise for being born with white skin, which, to be honest, is a curse in the sunburned country.

Having had melanomas, skin cancers, all manner of things white skin related, I suspect that I have  been well and truly punished for my white skin. I don’t really need to be told that I should pop off and shoot myself for having been born ..... that the left have suffered enough..

from one of my contributers who prefers to remain anonymous.

" I live across the fence from a Housing Commission set of flats. 

The father is a bastard of the enth degree. 

He treats his daughters like vermin. But that is OK because he is Indigenous.

I read an article on  ( shudder ) ABC this morning. I don’t normally go any where near that viper pit of leftist lunacy but I received an email from a friend who felt that I should read this particular article.

Well, as I said to him, it made my blood boil with anger.

What kind of country have we turned into?

Well Coles, after all these years I bid you a sad farewell. I genuinely thought that I was doing my weekly grocery shop, not attending a political rally.

It is IGA from here on.

Withdrawing your sponsorship from the Alan Jones Show is a move that will cost your bottom line.

Oh, I know that my pennies are but drops in the bucket in the scheme of things. But they are MY pennies and they mean a great deal to me.

If you wish to join me in my protest, let Coles know. 1800 061 562.