In November of last year, I launched Patriotrealm. It was a launch from frustration, anger, despair and hope that those of us who gave a damn could make a difference.
How much has changed in 9 months?
The time it takes to make a baby? The time it similarly takes to murder an unwanted child? The time it takes to destroy a life is the same time it takes to make one.
We are in the sluice room folks. And the windows are open, the forceps have been used and we are gasping for air. I am not sure if there are any comfort rugs or friendly arms to embrace us. I suspect that we are on our own and about to take our last breath.
Unless we have the nurturing arms of each other and the warmth and comfort that will keep us safe.
Our lives depend upon each other. And we must stand united.
Read more: Put a sock in it, pull your socks up and put the bloody boot in.
We just went through a few nervous days when our homes and lives were under threat. Bush fires were raging and licking the lamp posts of our homes and lives.
Can we get some Common sense back in to Government? Some back burns, some water policies, some dams, some old fashioned logic?
Not some bull crap leftie lunacy that would see our Country burn in order to protect the United Nations agenda of Climate Change?
Last night, I woke up to the phone ringing. It was about 11 pm. I rolled over and thought " who the hell could be calling me at this time of night? "
No doubt those bastards who ring and tell me that my internet is faulty or my phone is in need of assistance if I pay a zillion dollars.
I ignored it and went back to sleep. Not long after, the phone rang again. And again.
By this stage, I was so sick of hearing the phone ring that I got up, prepared to slang in to whoever it was.
It was my 87 year old Mum.
She told me that a bush fire was rather close to her and her neighbourhood and was told to leave and that her home was in imminent danger.
For me, it seemed that things were critical. It was extremely bad.
I was recently trolled by a serial coward online who calls itself Tigerbalm and here is what it said:
“ The drivel printed by Patriot Realm is not worth seeking out. Directing people to her blog to increase traffic seems just a little bit too obvious. As far as my insensitivity and ignorance goes, well I won’t accept the ignorant label and the insensitivity is usually directed at people who throw stones directly at me, being labelled a paedophile and practising beastiality can rub one up the wrong way. You’ve witnessed the scum and the revolting language here, so get over yourself. “
Well, sweetheart, you are a member of the crew that applaud bullshit and, quite frankly, if the cap fits, wear it. And you can wear your cap of crap with pride.
It is beyond abhorrent that our elderly are being NOT cared for despite being in the so called care homes in Australia.
I am not sure who I am more angry with : the Government for allowing it to happen, the families for allowing it to happen or the so called care providers for allowing it to happen.
These people are the fathers and mothers, daughters and sons, grandparents of Australians. Too busy and too preoccupied to give a damn about those that gave them life.
More importantly, this disregard is a symptom of what is to come.
The Era of the wimp, the coward and the ill informed.
Private enterprise is all for profit .
Read more: The Era of the wimp, the coward and the ill informed.
Between the United Nations and our over zealous Governments, we appear to be protecting the Rights of the few over those of the many.
The Right of the Woman over that of an unborn child. The Right of the homosexual over that of the heterosexual; the Right of the refugee over that of the Citizen; the Right of the Moslem over that of the Jew or the Christian and the Right of the offended over that of the tolerant.
How can we, the silent majority, become victorious? Will we allow ourselves to become victims?
It is up to us.
When Barack Obama and his … wife …. Bought an ocean front property at Martha’s Vineyard, the world went a bit crazy. After all, it was the Barry /Barack/Obama/Soetero guy who announced back about 10 years ago that the oceans were rising and we had to do something to stop this inevitable disaster that was about to turn us into the second coming of Noah.
Were they were not so sad, those espousing the idea of massively created, and thereby possibly cured, climate change by human beings would be belly-laughable.
Take a few examples.
Several large groups of caring, concerned Planet Earth supporters decide to protest. They contact each other by cell phones and computers, both of which require Earth harming batteries and other difficult to recycle items.
I belong to the group known as baby boomers – the ones that lived through the “ burn the bra “ and early feminist days of the pill, the equality of the sexes and the general liberation of women from the kitchen. At the time, I did not realise that my life had gone from one of comfortable domesticity to one of 5am starts, 10 pm finishes and a pay cheque that largely went to childcare providers.
As a woman, I was proud of what we achieved then. But now, I am not so sure we did anything other than bite ourselves in the bum. And in turn our menfolk in to pawns, pansies and poofters.
A few years ago the only scooter in our area was my late husband's Mobility scooter. Registered with the Transport Department , all legal and above board. ( Australian vernacular for legal for those of you unfamiliar with our turn of phrase )
The Mobility Scooter as a mode of transport is usually owned by someone who used to drive a car and is aware of the dangers and is much more alert.
Read more: Scooters, scooters everywhere and no one seems to think.
Who do you support? Men and women or non men and non women?
Think about it.
Diversity is killing us.
Every day, we are embracing men who want to be women and women who want to be men and all the while, I have to ask…
Read more: It’s not the Battle of the Sexes but the Battle FOR the Sexes. NSFW
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