I have never had a tattoo. Nor am I likely to. I hate pain and am rather partial to my skin colour without feeling the need to change its colour or use it as a canvas for artistic expression.
It seems somehow foreign to me. I am rather appreciative of myself and what I look like and, though I may not be as I wish I appeared to others, I am what I am as Popeye used to say.
Read more: Tattoos - are they telling us something about the clotshots?
Last night, I went down memory lane and stumbled on a long forgotten holiday when I ate scones and home made apricot jam and drank freshly brewed coffee in a stone cafe in Central Otago.
It was a typical holiday. Redhead and I headed off for a 5 day jaunt around a small region of the South Island of New Zealand.
To my younger readers: There was a time when people had things called " holidays. " They were when you could go where ever you wanted and travel and explore new and interesting places. We didn't have facemasks back then. We didn't have vaccine passports and all citizens could travel and mingle and meet and eat and greet. It was known as ": fun " and the amazing thing was that, in those days, it was none of the government's business what we did and who we did it with.
I wake up every morning and, instead of feeling a sense of hope and expectation, I feel a sense of dread. I turn on my computer and catch the overnight news and see nothing but covid, vaccine, mandate, restriction and fear. All the buzz words in the current woke vocabulary.
How I miss the days when I used to wake up and think about going to the bakery to buy some doughnuts and head down to Redhead's place and dine in the delights of a creamy strawberry jam filled pastry treat that would give us both a few moments of pleasure on the lips and a lifetime on the hips. As the saying goes.
This feature length production is an astounding effort from creator political commentator, filmmaker, and human rights activist Topher Field. It seeks to tell the story of human rights activists, protest organisers, business owners, workers, and ordinary everyday people who have taken extraordinary risks in the fight for freedom.
As Gandhi said “ Disobedience becomes a sacred duty when the State becomes lawless & corrupt”
Please watch this honest and sometimes heartbreaking documentary on something that is of global concern
“Totalitarian leaders often create ‘enemies of the state’ to blame for things that go wrong. Frequently these enemies are members of religious or ethnic groups. Often these groups are easily identified and are subjected to campaigns of terror and violence. They may be forced to live in certain areas or are subjected to rules that apply only to them”
Creating an enemy of the state requires othering: a process of dehumanizing through marginalizing a group of humans as something different, less than, and other. Such othered groups become an easy target to scapegoat, unfairly bearing the blame for a society’s ills.
Read more: Othering Unvaccinated Persons - Creating an enemy of the state
When I’ve talked in the past about the patchwork tyranny post Covid-9/11, I had more mundane things in mind than the fate of a major tennis star.
Novak Djokovic was deported from Australia on Sunday after his appeal to reinstate his visa failed. And it failed not for health reasons but for political ones.
To me, the kinds of terrible rules put in place for ‘public safety’ always conjure up images of casual oppression. Endless videos of pathetic public servants intimidating priests in churches or police arresting pub owners for serving willing patrons.
I sit here today, typing an obituary to Australia. The country I have loved for most of my life.
I see her lying in a bed, alone, gasping for air and trying so desperately to stay alive. Alas. I feel that she is gone. I can hear her sad attempts to keep alive and stay with us. But her mask is stifling her.
It is sad to see her dying. She has been a good mother and grandmother.
She lies immobile and unable to speak because she is silenced by the hospital staff who have gagged her and choked her in order to keep her " safe."
Read more: Australia RIP Day is approaching. The death of our beloved Nation is at hand
I am the first to admit I know somewhere between nothing and less than nothing about bitcoin. It is up there with my knowledge of volcanic eruptions. When you put the two together and come up with bitcoin mining from volcanoes, my head starts to spin and I reach for my too hard basket.
However, I have had to try and get my head around these two things working in unison when I add a dose of Tonga and El Salvador to the mix. And a bit of Kazakhstan.
So come with me on a journey that makes for an interesting ride.
Read more: Bitcoin, Volcanoes and Tonga - and how about a bit of Kazakhstan and China on the side?
The Kingdom of Tonga doesn’t often attract global attention, but a violent eruption of an underwater volcano on January 15 has spread shock waves, quite literally, around half the world.
Read more: Why the Volcanic Eruption in Tonga Was So Violent, and What to Expect Next
Little did I know a few days ago that I would be writing an article about Tonga. With the world so focused on covid, tennis players, supply chain problems and a myriad of associated issues, it was not something I expected. But here I am diving down rabbit holes and coming up with a disturbing problem. All rabbit holes seem to lead to China.
A natural disaster such as the one just experienced can have enormous ramifications. Not just for Tonga, but for the Pacific region. Like all smaller nations in the Pacific, a natural disaster is an economic and social catastrophe that makes them reliant on overseas aid to rebuild and regroup. Whoever provides this aid will potentially control the nation.
This eruption might be a blessing in disguise... for China.
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