The PR Blog

This morning I went outside to sit in the sunshine and have a morning cup of tea. The manager of my building complex was mowing the lawn and the smell of the freshly mown grass was in the morning air. Most of us know that smell so well and it triggers memories of childhoods and happy days.  

In November 2021 Anthony Albanese tried to defend his Labor Party stand to disallow producing ID at polling booths. He contended that because the AEC has not prosecuted a single person, despite that years earlier 18,000 people were found to have voted more than once was proof that the system is working well—say what Albo?

Labor and the bloody Greens don't want ID verification because, well, you figure why. Furthermore, if the AEC were to prosecute any of the 18,000 that Albanese considers as mere "errors" it would highlight the fact that the system is wide open to fraud. Also, if they could prove multiple voting by any person what would they do with that person’s vote? Is the perpetrator suddenly going to be honest and tell to whom his illegal vote was cast so it could be withdrawn? Ho, Ha,Ha, Get real!

When I was a young lass, I was a fencer. No, not the farming type that wandered around the farm putting up wire and posts to keep stock in a paddock. I mean a swish swish, off with their heads type of fencer. 

So I was shocked to hear a man had won the women's veterans fencing championships in Florida.  

USA Fencing said ...an "important first step toward expanding access to the sport of fencing and creating inclusive and safe spaces that promote equality and fairness for all."

So, just how does this promote equality and fairness for all?

Fairness to all that is, unless of course, you were born a woman. Until the athletes stand up, refuse to compete, or form their own competitions away from these governing bodies, this will not stop.

It is DONE. They had dimmed their gaslights so low, that when pronounced at there brightest — there was no more gas. Announced six weeks and three days ago on the ominous eve of a rare blue supermoon, and conducted on the eve of the Northern Hemisphere’s October 14 annular solar eclipse, no amount of occult observance and arcane magick could prevent this karmic rebound. It is not hyperbolic to stress that a great malevolence has been thwarted and that a spell of ignorance has been broken.

The Voice has been silenced, and the Silent Majority have defiantly found their voice!

Never in our Nation’s history has a referendum been successful without bipartisan support. Since Federation, only 8 referendums have succeeded, and 36 have failed. This was the latest entirely foreseeable failure, and the most satisfying — failure number 37. The political pollsters were right in their foreshadowing — there was no unexpected “shock.”

 Australia's Big End of Town gambled heavily in the Voice Cup last weekend. They lost.  Only the Nanny "State" (Canberra) voted "Yes". But their horse ran last in every other state and territory and now has to be put down. 

This costly ($400M) and divisive exercise showed that Australians do not want politicians meddling with their federal constitution. We have learned to distrust proposals supported by big government, big business, trade unions, woke celebrities and the ABC. And the more we heard of this racist proposal, the less we liked it.

The Victorian era marked the height of the Industrial Revolution, a period of immense technological advancement and industrialisation. The Laxey Wheel is a true monument to the era's industrial and engineering achievements, which revolutionised various industries, including mining.

The Laxey Wheel, also known as Lady Isabella, is a large waterwheel located in the village of Laxey on the Isle of Man, which is a self-governing British Crown Dependency in the Irish Sea. The Laxey Wheel is one of the most prominent tourist attractions on the island and is known for its historical and engineering significance. Least we forget the TT Races, but more on that, another day. 

It means a great deal to me, as a proud daughter of a Manxman, and I always feel that my late Dad was a " Can Do " sort of person.  He never shied away from something that was troublesome.