The PR Blog

There seems to be a growing feeling of helplessness around the world. How can we possibly fight back against the relentless attack on our freedoms, our lives and our values?

Our votes seem worthless - after all, after what happened in America ( and, I suspect, elsewhere, around the world ) with elections in 2020, it is not unreasonable to feel that all is lost.

Knowing that Dominion voting machines were used in Victoria, Queensland, Western Australia and New Zealand should ring alarm bells as to the accuracy of those elections. 

When our votes mean nothing and our voices are being suppressed, how do we possibly fight back?

Bodies may age. Joints may become troublesome. But the vast majority of OAPs ( Old Aged Pensioners ) have a tendency to do something rather remarkable: what our bodies cannot do, our brains can do better.

When I tell people I’m a beek, inevitably the first thing they say is, “Yes, we need to save the bees! They’re very important!”. While totally true, it is a noble statement that I cannot claim. I was dragged into beekeeping, kicking and screaming… well almost. 

It is interesting to think about the various factors which influenced us as children … our first days at school, our early reading matter,  so many new experiences which shaped our development.  Depending on our present age, the answers to these questions will vary greatly.

From Cane Fields to Comic books and beyond, I am proud to have lived my life surrounded by heroes.

No matter where we come from, we have wonder in our eyes and joy in our hearts and that wonder and joy must be cherished and protected. Even if it means learning by rote and worshipping comic book heroes. 

I  received this email some time ago. 

What do we make anymore? All we do now is rely on Royalties from exporting our minerals so that others can profit and we then import the value added commodity to our raw materials.

Our State Governments are against our Federal Government and we have become a Nation divided. Are we even a Nation anymore, or just a collection of States who riccochet from one catastrophe to another? 

What is it to be Australian today? It seems to me that, sometimes, we are just a collection of fractured and fragmented pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that was disassembled and no one can be bothered to put back together again.