I have never been reticent in expressing my love and admiration of America. I love the Americans who call it home.
As an Australian, I admire the exploits of their armed services ( when I was a boy during WW2 ) but it was my experience of living there in 1976 that cemented the attitude I developed and still have today.
America is presently going through a very bad patch and has dragged the rest of the Western World with it.
Since the end of WW2, the only thing that has stood between Communism and the life that most of the free world enjoys is America. The untold generosity to every beleaguered nation on this planet has not been appreciated by most of them.
Thank God for America.
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Many months of secrecy and speculation have preceded this historic announcement: The 2023 Voice Referendum will be held on Saturday, October 14.
In six weeks all Australians will be obligated to partake.
There will be no forthcoming change to our Constitution. Australians will not be fooled, not now, not by this; and despite the shaming propaganda and cynical corporate endorsements — it will all be for naught. And just as sure as winter yields to spring and the gloom and chill are overcome by a return of light — the devilish Lies underpinning the Voice will yield to Truth.
And they have…
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While the name Hedwig Kiesler may not be immediately recognisable, and few would remember Hedy Markey, there's a strong likelihood that anyone of a certain age reading this would recall one of Hollywood's iconic beauties from its golden era - Hedy Lamarr.
That was the name bestowed upon her by Louis B. Mayer, propelling her to stardom and fame through his movie company. Regrettably, the vast majority remain unaware that Hedwig Kiesler, or Hedy Lamarr, was one of the pioneering figures in wireless communications. Her revolutionary patent laid the groundwork for "spread spectrum technology," the very technology that underpins the WiFi networks and Bluetooth-enabled phones we rely on daily. It also forms the core of the substantial investments currently fueling fourth-generation "LTE" wireless technology, promising vast improvements in wireless network speed and quality by spreading signals across the entire available spectrum - a feat made possible by Hedwig Kiesler's inventive brilliance.
On the Soane's steep western bank towers "Le Basilique Notre-Dame de Fourviere", its noble, time-stained parapets dart through the summer greenery like white fingers tenaciously anchoring the pious edifice to terra-firma. From its lofty perch the confluence of the rivers Soane and Rhone can be seen to the south.
"Montee du Gourguillon" is the steep roadway leading up to the Fourvier. Its name is derived from a deformation of “gargoyle" because of the way torrents of water rush down the street during a deluge. When Pope Clement V celebrated his coronation in Lyon in 1305, he fell from his mule while climbing this street and a precious stone broke from his crown and vanished in the crowd. It has not been found to this day. I suppose either he or his religion was not embraced by everybody in the crowd.
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On September 2, 1945, aboard the USS Missouri (BB-63) the Japanese Instrument of Surrender was formally signed, effectively ending World War II.
The surrender was signed by Japanese officials on one side, representing the Empire of Japan, and by Allied officials on the other side, representing the United States, United Kingdom, Australia, China, the Soviet Union and other allied Nations.
The signing of the Instrument of Surrender marked the official end of hostilities in the Pacific theatre of World War II and the beginning of the post-war reconstruction period in Japan. This event is often referred to as the "Japanese surrender ceremony".
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I have to wonder if love means the same thing to everyone. It is such a wonderful word.
My old Sunday School teacher told me God was love.
People these days say that love is about sex. It is not. In my opinion.
Love is such a tricky word really.
I used to regard the government as extremely inept/incompetent, fairly corrupt, and facing incentives that pushed institutions/officials to be generally corrupt and inept.
Now, I regard the government as fundamentally evil on par with other classical evil regimes throughout human history — something made clear by the government’s behavior during the pandemic.
It was August 31st 1997 and I was working as a guard in a maximum security male prison in Queensland Australia.
One of the prisoners came up to me and said " Miss. You need to come with me and sit down. I have some bad news. "
I had often spoken about my respect for Princess Diana and used her as a role model for men and women. I suggested to the prisoners that she was brave, frightened and prepared to confront life in a way many of us could never do. I used her as an example of someone who, despite wealth and luxury, had been dealt a hard hand in life but she had always stumped up to the plate and faced unfairness with dignity.
I went with my fellow officer into the living area that about 8 prisoners shared. They were strangely subdued. Quiet. Almost anxious.
" Miss, it just came across on the radio. Princess Diana is dead. "
Someone sent me a link to a prize home raffle. Win a home at Marcus Beach on the beautiful Sunshine Coast. Queensland, Australia. One of the most magnificent places on earth.
The house is lovely. Worth nearly $3 million. Who wouldn't want to buy it? Own it? Win it? I mean, what is there not to like?
Except, on the website, it says that the house is on aboriginal land. Yep. You got it. You may win the house but you don't own the land? As James Morrow says, " Come on, man! "
If this Voice " referendum gets up, who knows who will own what. All I can say is that I will own two tenths of bugger all and the aboriginals will own 1 tenth of bugger all and the government and the WEF will own everything. because ownership of bugger all is well,,,, bugger all.
In a nutshell, we will own nothing but we won't be happy.
Australia must find $1.5 trillion by the end of the decade to meet 2050 green targets in an effort experts say would need to mirror the reconstruction of Europe after World War II.
— By Nick Evans, The Australian
Until five minutes ago (or at least the last election), wind and solar power were the future — they were unstoppable because free energy paid for itself and was getting cheaper every year. (Cheaper than free!) Now, we’re out of the mists of the fairy garden; a few passengers on the top floor of the Carbon Bus can see the cliff coming. Suddenly we’ve gone from “it’ll save money” to needing $1,500 billion dollars or 1.5 million suitcases of a million dollars each, which is quite a lot in a land of 26 million people. It works out to be $57,000 each from every man, woman, pensioner, and baby, and we need it in the next seven years. So that’s a quarter of a million dollars from every family of four.
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It was over 35 years ago that I took my 12 year old daughter to a concert and she was thrilled. I had secretly bought tickets to a rock concert that was so dreadfully wicked and controversial: Yes, I bought tickets to see Alice Cooper and my 12 year old daughter was beyond excited. She could not believe that HER mother had done something so outrageous, so exciting, so thrilling and so amazing.
I was deemed the best mother in the world. In fact, I had even bought her a new dress for the occasion. Her friends were going to be green with envy and it was going to be the best night of her life.
From my point of view, I was dreading it. Two hours drive to the entertainment centre, an hour wandering around buying T-shirts and seeing my daughter wide-eyed and bushy tailed and soooo in love with Alice Cooper! Oh, give me strength to endure the evening.
My daughter was in love. Head over heels in love with the image of Alice Cooper.
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