“I’m sick and tired of hearing Democrats whining about Joe Biden’s age. The man knows how to govern. Just shut up and vote to save Democracy.” — Rob Reiner, Hollywood savant
Perhaps you’re aware that the World Health Organization (WHO) is cooking up a plan to impose its will over all the sovereign nations on this planet in the event of future pandemics. That means, for instance, that the WHO would issue orders to the USA about lockdowns, vaccines, and vaccine passports and we US citizens supposedly would be compelled to follow them.
Meanwhile, big ears had abandoned his fun and was now neatly sitting and staring intently at me, as if waiting for a command, or food. “Looks like he was crossed with a fruit bat with those ears,” I laughed and at that he barked at me, seemingly with indignation, and then took off through the fence and disappeared in the bush. ( re read part 1 )
“Do you think they might want to get rid of that one?” I asked Al as “big ears” vanished into the scrub.
Why did I bother with that question? I certainly did not drive all that way looking for a dog. I wanted a 3/4 inch adjustable reamer, an object of beautiful steel precision. Besides, I had absolutely nothing for a dog. And, the cost of keeping a dog was...well…expensive! My dear Mother reckoned my Father spent more on his dog’s vet fees than both of them did on doctors—and they were both in their eighties.
I grew up in a small rural community in the hills of New Zealand. My early life was shrouded in mist and the ever-present wind that pummeled our hilltop community and we loved every wet windy second. So much so that even today, all these decades later, my definition of a perfect day is a misty drizzly soggy one where I can snuggle down and take life off the hook and feel perfectly justified in being a sloth.
As kids, we roamed the paddocks, built campfires and fought incredible wars.
Read more: Trench Warfare. Pinecones and Pantry Raids for Rice
War is a battlefield and often, men are merely men who find themselves in untenable situations where they live or die because someone, somewhere, ordered them to do something.
Warfare or War Fair? That is the question. We used to say that all is fair in love and war. Apparently, in these woke days, it's only fair if you ask your enemy to be nice and ( if he or she isn't ) you are likely to be stripped of your medals and stripped of your reputation. Being mean in war is just no longer the done thing. Winning is no longer an option in this new woke world. In fact, working for the good of your country will only land you in the shit.
In the video below, John Campbell, Ph.D., a retired nurse educator, reviews the proposed amendments to the 2005 International Health Regulations (IHR), which is the instrument that empowers the World Health Organization to declare a Public Health Emergency of International Concern (PHEIC).
If these amendments go through, however, the WHO will be empowered to do a whole lot more than that. It will become the de facto governing body of all member states, including the U.S.
Now, according to so-called “fact checkers,” the WHO will have no authority to dictate U.S. health policy under the amended IHR or the proposed pandemic treaty, nor will nations be stripped of their sovereignty.1 But they’re completely wrong. The only reason they’re denying these truths is because they don’t want the public to pressure government to reject these proposals, as they should.
Read more: The WHO Will Have Authority To Mandate Vaccines Globally
In the annals of history, certain events stand out as extraordinary displays of human resilience and solidarity.
One such event is the evacuation of Dunkirk during World War II.
Against all odds, the allied forces executed a remarkable rescue mission that saved hundreds of thousands of lives and altered the course of the war. The operation, known as the "Miracle of Dunkirk," remains etched in our collective memory as a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity in the face of adversity.
Read more: The Miraculous Evacuation of Dunkirk: Triumph Amidst Adversity
“Let’s put you in the dunking chair and we’ll figure out what nature says about your status in the next world, and then we’ll make a decision about what to do with your still-living body.” — Matt Taibbi
I’m sure you’re asking yourself: what’s up with the company CEOs like Anheuser-Busch’s Brendan Whitworth, Target’s Brian Cornell, and North Face’s Todd Spaletto? Did they green-light the disastrous Pride Month marketing campaigns based on transgender activism that are suddenly wrecking their businesses? Or do these things just happen down the chain-of-command while the top dogs are otherwise occupied, knocking golf balls around or reviewing their stock options’ strike prices?
Well, this has caught me off guard. I never expected Mark McGowan to pull a Jacinta Ardern and do the " I am tired " routine.
So worn out, so exhausted from working so hard to ..... well, I am amazed. Some might say that it is a "Thank God, about time " moment. I could not possibly say that.
Poor man. Some might say " It is amazing how they worked so hard to screw us over during the Covid Scamdemic and, when they look like they might be up for a bit of scrutiny, they bugger off because they are so, so tired. Boo Hoo. "
Someone might say " Well, guess what Mark McGowan and all of you who are bailing out right now? You are in the Life boat and we are left bailing the water out of a sinking ship that is our country.
Thanks a million. "
Read more: Rats, Ships, Sinking and the Captains who Flee and Leave Us to Drown
John Wayne is an American Hollywood icon every bit the equal of James Dean or Marilyn Monroe.
He is also a man from another era, a man whose conservatism came as naturally as walking down the street.
Affectionately known as “The Duke,” he spent three decades as a top box office draw with 179 film and television credits to his name.
Nearly 30 years has flowed under the bridge since I last owned a dog. That doesn’t mean that I’ve had nothing to do with dogs. It means that I’ve had relationships with other people’s dogs as a by-product of the relationship with their owners - some of an intimate nature and some not. But that’s what this series of posts is all about - the behaviour of people and dogs.
The day I met Eddie I had driven about 50 kilometres to Alan’s house on the outskirts of Nowra, a town some two hours drive south of Sydney. I’d been modifying some paint shaking machines for my brother who owns several paint shops. However, I needed a special machine cutting tool and it was the sort of tool I’d probably never use again and couldn’t really justify its heady price tag. Borrowing was the best option.
Alan was another of those middle-aged men who was trying to get on with life after the trauma of a failed marriage. It’s funny how people wake up one morning in a 25-year marriage to discover they hate each other. Men never know why, women always tell you that the split comes from a lifetime of hell at the hands of an uncaring and self-absorbed man.
Back in 2005, I was teaching in an adult learning environment. I had been a long time fan of Science Fiction and an avid reader of the old classics. I loved the work of Douglas Adams and had read the works of pretty much every Sci Fi author I could lay my hands on. I had read the work of JRR Tolkien.
I was no Sci Fi novice.
In short, I was a Space Opera, Sci Fi, Fantasy junkie. Always searching for my next fix.
I sat down one day during our class lunch break and one of my students was sitting, munching on his sandwich and totally engrossed in a paperback novel. It appeared to be huge. Over a thousand pages. He was so engrossed in his book that I felt almost invasive by asking him what he was reading.
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