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People without a gate do not realise what a gate is. 

It is the ability to lock, open, accept or reject a welcome visitor or an unwelcome visitor. Obviously, without a fence to accompany the gate, it is worthless. But, with a fence and a gate in place, what little we own in the world is precious. Without it, it is open to plunder.

I go and visit my Mum, Redhead, every few days. We speak everyday, of course. But when I drive in to her driveway, I see the gate that has stood there for over 38 years. The gates are made of wrought iron and were created in a different country in expectation of their arrival in Australia. They were forged with love and craftsmanship and, over the years have stood as guards to whoever pops in to visit. Over the decades, they have never had to serve as anything more than the beefeaters in London: there for pomp and ceremony as opposed to any real barrier to intrusion.

I am urging you. I am pleading with you. I am imploring you. Wake up! The irrational hatred of the Jewish people and the demonizing of Israel is reaching proportions so dangerous that if people of conscience do not stand up, speak out, and push back, Jewish blood will start flowing in America, England, and many other countries around the world. Wake up!

When Muslims in Sydney Australia are chanting, “Gas the Jews” you know that violence is near. 

Of late, I have been concerned about the introduction of " hate speech laws " and " misinformation laws. " 

It got me thinking about the magnificent Navajo Code Talkers from World War II. When speaking in code, messages were passed and battles were won so that, in the war against evil. truth and justice could prevail. 

During World War II, the United States military used a secret weapon that helped turn the tide of the war: Navajo Code Talkers. These were Native American soldiers from the Navajo tribe who played a critical role in transmitting top-secret military communications in an unbreakable code. The Code Talkers were crucial in the Pacific theatre, helping the allies defeat the Japanese and ultimately win the war.

The awaited summer heralds the arrival of luscious mangoes that are now grace the shelves in various markets. Of course, like everything else of late the price tag offers somewhat of a shock, even though the shelves are indeed laden—as costly as $5 per in some places.

Years ago I was asked by a young bloke, never destined to be a gastronome, I should add, what a mango actually tasted like. His mother, only God knows why, would not allow a mango in the house. He thought it might have been something to do with his father’s reaction the fruit—a fetish I suspect later explained in this story.

Defining the elusive flavour of a mango is as futile as trying to describe beauty. An attempt at such might reveal a flavour somewhere between an apricot and a pear. Is it a melange of peach and a banana? Maybe it's more toward sweet melon and an avocado? 

I REMEMBER WHEN Armistice Day was commemorated spontaneously, reverently and universally.

As a kid at state (primary) school we were taught about the sacrifice of the soldiers who died in the war to end all wars and assembled at 11.00am to salute the flag, the Union Jack, and have 2 minutes silence with heads bowed. 

That was in the 1940’s when there were many veterans of WW1 still among us.

The Optus Crash in Australia showed the Value of Cash Today's world is awash with electronic money.

But yesterday, much of Australia's electronic money disappeared for up to 14 hours with the crash of the Optus electronic network.

The disruption to business and the community was "immediate and profound". Rail networks, hospital services, retailers and banking were affected. 

Naturally this was not helped by babbling politicians waving big sticks.

 Shoppers rushed ATM's to get cash for a cup of coffee. Some were unable to pay for meals they had already consumed.