When I was a kid ( and I don't mean baby goat, I mean a small child of the human variety) my mother was some kind of demi-god. She was the person who ensured that my bed was snug and warm, clothed in crisply washed sheets that smelled of sunshine because they had been hung on the clothesline and swung in the breeze on a lazy summer's day.
I remember when I was a kid and she tucked me in at night, often so tight that I was cradled in a tight jacket of sorts and she would kiss me on my cheek and whisper " sleep tight , don't let the bed bugs bite " and the light chord would be pulled and I would wonder what a bed bug was and why it might bite me.
But the sandman would come and before I knew it, I would wake up, stretch and wander out to the smell of hot porridge and warm milk, sweetened with honey.
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Much is written these days about wise men. About foolish men. Dangerous men. Men who stir the pot for self-gratification or for brownie points on their Santa list. Men who do or did brave things and bucked the system in order to do what is right.
These men will come and go and history will gnaw at their bones like pieces of meat to be devoured and rendered back unto ashes with only the history books to remember their legacy - faithfully recorded or severely edited, depending upon the political and societal climate of the day.
So who are the men that we can look up to in times of darkness and despair?
As I wrote in a previous article, when I was at school the British Empire was coloured red on the map of the world, demonstrating the truth of the saying that the sun never set on the Empire. This is now long gone,and one can well ask why.
The reason for its global colonisation was the class system in England, which developed out of the feudal system of landlord and serf in the Middle Ages into the class system, at about the time of the Industrial Revolution. There were the upper, middle and lower classes, distinguishable by their accents. The upper class included the aristocrats, landed gentry and people of wealth and influence; the middle class included shopkeepers, lawyers, book-keepers and the like; the lower class included the workers and the indigent. Non-whites were considered inferior to the white race and were barred from the country.
I wonder how close we are to becoming disenfranchised in order to perpetuate the narrative that White Lives Don’t Matter?
Throughout the world, people are being told to be ashamed for the colour of their skin and their ancestry and heritage.
In some places, indigenous people are being given preferential treatment over the rest of the population. I fear that this is the beginning of a wave of disenfranchisement for white populations and is going to grow to a tsunami, unless something is done to stop it by building a line of defence against this growing forment.
The smouldering ashes of the Glenrowan Inn take many hours to cool down before the police can do anything further but eventually they do. The bodies of the three bushrangers and a non-sympathiser hostage, Martin Cherry, who has been hit by a police bullet, are retrieved. Superintendent Sadlier, the most senior man on the spot does not want to release the bodies to the families. They are to be kept for an inquest but the large throng of armed sympathisers, who outnumber the police, remonstrate and cause him to change his mind. Soon after, Standish arrives from Benalla and approves the release of the bodies of Dan Kelly and Steve Hart to their families.
In a fascinating interview with Stew Peters of “The Stew Peters Show,” Dr. David Martin blew the lid on Tony Fauci and Peter Daszak, both of whom committed treasonous acts of domestic terrorism against the entire world with their coordinated release of the Wuhan coronavirus (Covid-19).
Now that we know for a fact that the Chinese Virus came about thanks to Fauci’s illegal gain of function research, which he was funding with American taxpayer dollars at the Wuhan Institute of Virology (WIV) in China, truth-seekers are diving even deeper into the scandal to uncover the depths of the evil that has taken place.
On Tuesday morning, when I went to use my Twitter account, I was greeted by a different screen than normal. It contained one single tweet of mine, beneath which was a large red button labeled “Remove.” I had violated Twitter guidelines, because of which I was blocked from using my account. The two options were to remove the offending tweet or to appeal. I chose to appeal. ( by Dr Michael Brown)
Back in December 2019, White Island erupted. My heart reached out to those that had been caught up in this very frightening and dangerous situation.
A place that used to be known for tourists taking selfies and the harvesting of sulfur suddenly gained worldwide attention as a scene of horror and terrible suffering.
It might be a family failing that we always try and see the good in bad situations but that is the way we are. For me, just because a place is now remembered as the home of tragedy, I cannot help but remember when it was a place where my Dad ruined a perfectly good fishing trip.
I remember when, over 45 years ago in about 1975, my parents went fishing off White Island with my Uncle – my Mum’s brother.
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Around the world, we are seeing massive amounts of money poured into Box Office Flops. They win Academy Awards and get glowing reviews from the " critics " but strangely enough, no one wants to watch the movie anymore.
We are tired of the nonsense and even the most star gazed observer has realised that it is all about lights, theatre, action and winning the Academy Award for best Actor in the category of politics and health.
In fact, many actors now just repeat the words made famous in other films and claim them as their own.
In my work as Senior Lecturer at the Flysa Institute of Theatrical Studies, I teach my students about the importance of being earnest and how even the most seasoned politician can fall into the trap of releasing a remake of a classic without considering the repercussions of such a decision.
As time marches on, one lockdown turns into another and the world is still preoccupied with masks and mandatory misery, I have to wonder how and why we are being subjected to this mass hysteria and monumental manipulation of our mandated Rights?
Is it because we are justifiably frightened, or is it because the fear is fuelled by selective honesty? After all, informed consent can only be given if that consent is given with full knowledge of things called FACTS.
Only when we are in receipt of the FACTS can we make an informed decision about our future, our health, and that of our loved ones. Only then, can we give our informed consent.... or dissent.
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The leading British war historian, Liddell Hart, wrote in his book Through The Fog of War, published in 1938, referring to Monash:- Perhaps the strongest testimony to his capacity is the distance he went in spite of a tremendous compound handicap of prejudice, due partly to his Jewish origin, partly to the fact that he was an amateur soldier…. _________________________________________________________________________
Monash had no ambition to become a permanent soldier. He was a civilian at heart and wanted to return to that role. He did harbour thoughts of obtaining high office as a state Governor or even Governor General but his immediate future was cast when Bean visited Hughes and suggest he put him in charge of repatriation. Hughes is reluctant describing Monash as “a showy Jew” and preferred Birdwood who he described as “a man of kindness”. Bean persisted on the basis of Monash’s demonstrable organisational abilities.
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