For the last 7 months, I have seen much of the western world descend into chaos because of the " Virus "
This was just the excuse for the closing down of freedom and taking over our lives under the illusion that it is for our own good. It conditioned us to get used to being told what to do, when to do it and be grateful for our Governments caring and responsible destruction of our lives.
We have seen places like Victoria and Queensland supposedly applaud the prison guards for locking us up and taking our freedom, livelihoods and futures. APPARENTLY, we voted in unison for more Nanny State and reduction in our individual right to dictate the terms of living our own lives.
Read more: The Stealth Virus - 7 months descent in to the chaos of hell
The birth of an airline – from humble beginnings in the vast Queensland Outback , the now iconic flying kangaroo has bounded across the skies of the world for 100 years.
Back in 1920, in the small town of Winton, the airline company QANTAS was born. The Queensland and Northern Territory Aerial Services Ltd was created and would be known as QANTAS from that day forward.
I read Redhead's article about the Lord's Prayer and it struck me on so many levels. The idea that we are all looking in to the dawn of a new day and praying that it will be a better day... what has happened to us as a People, as Nations?
What have we done that has culminated in 2020, the year that the world went mad? Well, I will tell you what we did wrong. We allowed them to trespass against us.
Green alarmists are fanning a firestorm of fear about man-made global warming.
Earth always cycles between warmth and cold. Every recent warm period (Medieval Warming, Roman Warming etc) was a time of plenty for all life on Earth, whilst cold periods like the Little Ice Age saw crop failures, famine, migrations, invasions, disease and death.
I woke early this morning, around 4.30 am . I arose and headed to my TV room. This is where, if you remember reading about my Magic Chair that the family gave me for Christmas last year is my Massage chair.I relaxed into the soothing motion of the massage , looked out of the window , dawn and the sun rising and everything looked lovely. The Lord's Prayer popped into my mind. So I began to say it. You have to remember I am old school... we had a different upbringing to most of the kids today. We had morning prayers before classes began. On Sunday morning we went to Sunday school. We recited and knew the different prayers. My children followed the same routine, the biggest difference was the Queen and standing "for a Lady on a Horse" before the movie began. Sunday school the same , the Lords' Prayer the same.
This year’s presidential election is the fourth since 2000 to be marred by either widespread allegations of voter fraud or of foreign interference. Politicians and pundits have long counted on elections to wave a magic wand of legitimacy over the reign of whoever is designated the winner. But Americans are increasingly wondering if the endlessly-trumped “consent of the governed” has become simply another sham to keep them paying and obeying.
Years ago, as a child, I was told a story about a man who changed the world. He had the crazy idea that if you treated people well, they would prosper. He talked with people at rallies and, as time went by, his gatherings grew and he became well known for his words, his deeds and his love of and for his fellow human being.
He didn't give a toss about whether someone was black or white; rich or poor; he didn't even care if someone was sick or diseased. All he cared about was making people better. In making individual people better, he believed that his world would become better, kinder, richer and more equality based.
What a situation we are in , both here and New Zealand where farmers who have done their bit by producing food and fruit are having no one to help pick and collect it. Result ... being ploughed back into the ground or left in the case of fruit to rot under the trees or bushes.I can understand no foreign backpackers or seasonal pickers arriving because of the Virus restrictions. But surely we have enough unemployed younger and fit people who can join with others to help harvest the food the hard working farmers have worked so hard to produce.
On November 11th, 1918, at 11 o'clock in the morning, the end of the First World War was announced: Germany surrendered to the Allied Forces. After 4 long years of bloodshed, the final Armistice was signed...
In this time of turbulence and upheaval, we must not forget the battles fought for us and how the sacrifice of others has given us the freedom to protest, the freedom to speak out and the freedom to vote and have those freedoms protected.
As we move through this period of upheaval, please take time out to remember this. Were it not for those brave men and women, this debacle over who won or lost an election would not be on the table. In fact, the word " freedom " would have long ago been erased from our dictionaries.
Read more: 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month - never forget
Over the mounting decades of my life, I have seen many times of foul weather and many fair weather friends abandon ship at the first sign of a storm front.
It is only when things are in their darkest hour that we see who is truly with us and who was only along for the ride.
President Trump is certainly in the midst of a hell of a storm and, as the winds reach hurricane force, he has seen so many jump ship and head to shore without so much as a wave goodbye.
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