The PR Blog

A few days ago, we were concerned about what is happening around the world, and, in particular, in Melbourne Australia.

When people " walk for freedom " on protest marches, they are not walking JUST for their freedom to work and protect their jobs and families, no jab, no job; they are walking for the freedom of the next generation.

There are usually two sides to any proposition, and when interested parties line up behind one or t’other, very vigorous debate, carried on in an atmosphere of varying degrees of politeness and consideration, generally ensues.

So it has been on the battleground of man made global warming, more recently referred to as Climate Change when it looked as if things might actually be cooling. So it is now with the vexed question of “the jab” … to have or not to have. Hamlet is not alone in consideration of this thorny, perhaps spiky issue. 

The vaccine holocaust is now beginning to produce mass casualties around the world, with post-vaccine deaths skyrocketing across America and many other nations. Recent VAERS data reveal 70 deaths per day among vaccinated Americans, and reliable projections of the VAERS reporting require us to multiply this by around 40 to achieve real-world numbers. This puts the daily deaths from vaccines at 2,800 in the United States alone.

Why wasn't  Breaker Morant’s poetry taught to us oldies in school? Is it fair to say that this talented Bush Poet, Harry Harbord (Breaker) Morant, was thrown under the bus by Lord Kitchener? 

Kitchener sacrificed Breaker ( and Handcock) in order to mollify the Germans over the killing of a German missionary and to shift the blame of all the death and destruction from himself and the British. As a result, Breaker's remarkable legacy as a poet was lost because of political scapegoating. His gifted work as a bush poet is largely unknown and therein lies a great tragedy. 

When I was in primary school, we were taught both English and Australian poems, many of which were favourites of my mother. I have decided to write an article on Australian poems which formed a part of my childhood, with the English poems perhaps for another day. The proof of the pudding is in the eating, so I have decided to briefly review the poets and the poems, and then to post actual recitations or singing of one of their much-loved poems, which are no longer taught as they are considered racist.