People who live lives that are out of the ordinary run the risk of being hailed by succeeding generations as legends, and of having the most intimate details of their lives scrutinized. All of us leave public records that may in the future be used to piece together our lives for better or for worse, though at the time we never consider that possibility.
Big Brother and others have tabs on us even in death. Hannah Glennon, ‘Red Jack’ of horse breaking, droving and bush racing fame, would no doubt be totally perplexed by the interest shown in her today, as she never sought fame. She would also be horrified by the public airing of her dirty linen (she was a laundress at one stage) gleaned through official records; such, however, is the price of fame.
Read more: Red Jack.... The Horsewoman of the Far West
It is a long lamented sadness that we are now governed by people who care not for us or our Nations, but for themselves. Too few nations have Statesmen at the helm Too many of our so called leaders are merely opportunists who are more focused on opinion polls and less focused on doing what is right for their country.
Therein lies the entire problem. Focus gro ups, social media " persuaders " and self interested career politicians care more about their fat pay cheques than they do about b uilding a Nation and bus ilding a future for which we can all be proud.
Take a walk or stroll ( if you are allowed these days ) through a park in a town or city: it is filled with trees and memorials to those who saw past the 5 year plan or the next election cycle. It is gently shaded by magnificent oaks and triumphant majesty borne from visionaries who thought, not of themselves, but of their children and grandchildren and many generations yet to come.
Read more: Nation Builders are needed - they dared to think big and think of the future
While antisemitism convulses Australia, the Human Rights Commission runs dead. One reason is its pro-Hamas fifth column – on one estimate it totals more than 20 per cent of staff.
They intimidate and insult their HRC President Rosalind Croucher (above) with impunity. Some turn up for work in keffiyehs. Imagine a Jew going to the HRC in Sydney about racist threats, and greeted by staff in Palestine headgear!
Meanwhile Croucher strives to placate her insurrectionists while issuing blancmange condemnations pairing “antisemitism and Islamophobia”. An odd coalition now want the HRC axed and/or Croucher defenestrated. [thrown out the window ]
Read more: The Australian Human Rights Commission’s Very Own Intifada
As our youngsters sit behind their computers or have radical leftist doctrines shoved down their throats, it is time to remember what we are truly capable of, if we set our minds to the task.
These days, parents won't let their kids go to the corner shop alone.
It’s 1932 and Australia is in the grip of the Great Depression. One in three workers is unemployed.
Decrepit shanty towns hug the outskirts of the big cities. Much like today.
Out in rural Australia, a 9 year old boy works to keep his family afloat. All the while helped by his best friend, a pony named Ginger Mick.
He embarked on a journey that would be unheard of today. Back then, he was just going for a ride....
Read more: The Legend of a Boy and a Pony.. Are you Tougher than your Ancestors?
The 17th of March marks the date of the death of St Patrick, the patron Saint of Ireland. St Patrick was actually born in Britain but, when he was 16, he was kidnapped and taken to Ireland as a slave. It was about the year 415 and there was no kids helpline or social media available to send out a cry for help.
So he planned and plotted and eventually managed to escape. Alas, Paddy was no Houdini and he was sent off to France where he was introduced to Christianity.
He escaped again and managed to return to Ireland, which he now accepted as home. Converted to the Christian religion, he set about spreading the Word throughout Ireland. Perhaps the most well-known legend of St. Patrick is that he explained the Holy Trinity (Father, Son and Holy Spirit) using the three leaves of a native Irish clover, the shamrock.
Read more: St Patrick's Day - Snakes, Spuds and Irish Eyes of Blue
In history, certain dates carry weighty significance, their very mention evoking a sense of foreboding or consequence. Among these, the Ides of March stands as a poignant reminder of the impulsive and unpredictable nature of fate and the tumultuous currents of human affairs.
Originating from ancient Roman traditions, the Ides marked the midpoint of the month in the Roman calendar, typically falling on the 15th day of March, May, July, and October, and the 13th day of other months. However, it is the Ides of March, particularly in the year 44 BC, that has become immortalised for its association with betrayal and political upheaval.
The most enduring event tied to the Ides of March is the assassination of Julius Caesar, one of the most influential figures in Roman history. On that fateful day, Caesar, adorned in the regal purple robe, entered the Theatre of Pompey, unaware of the conspiracy brewing against him. As he took his seat, a group of senators, led by Brutus and Cassius, struck him down, plunging Rome into chaos and altering the course of history.
Read more: The Ides of March: Unraveling the Legacy of a Fateful Date
Some years ago I worked in a large private organisation that was engaged in facility management. It was a very happy workplace and we still have an annual get together like a bunch of old schoolboys.
There were about 40 of us in the management echelon and we did many trips into the Outback, then when Australia had been fully covered we did a trip down Route 66 in America and another one to Cuba.
We formed ourselves into a little organisation called The Drinking Man’s Travel Company.
When good women get involved with good men, all manner of amazing things can happen.
In a partnership of equals, the possibility of one plus one equalling three or even four is not only possible, but it is also extremely likely. While standing alone, one person can only ever achieve the potential output of one. But, when coupled with someone of equal potential, the numbers can change dramatically.
It is time to gather our resources and focus on the job at hand: to get back to OUR world where we worked together in unity and harness our strengths and pulled together as a team. Man, Woman, Black, White, it matters not. We are capable of incredible things if we work together as a united team.
Read more: When We Have a Partnerships of Equals, Anything is Possible
It was March 7, 1965, in Selma, Alabama, during the civil rights movement in the United States. Civil rights activists demanded voting rights for African Americans.
The marchers were met with violence, tear gas, and police clubs, resulting in many injuries. The attack was televised and shocked the nation, leading to widespread outrage and increased support for the civil rights movement.
In response to the violence, Martin Luther King, Jr. and other civil rights leaders organized a second march, which took place on March 9 but was halted due to a court order. Finally, on March 21, 1965, the marchers, protected by federalized National Guard troops and FBI agents, successfully completed the march to Montgomery, with King delivering his famous speech "How Long, Not Long" at the state capitol.
The events of Bloody Sunday and the subsequent marches contributed to the passage of the Voting Rights Act of 1965, which aimed to overcome legal barriers at the state and local levels that prevented African Americans from exercising their right to vote as guaranteed by the 15th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. This article is about the man who left an indelible mark on American history - Martin Luther King.
A timely article to remind us that racial division is wrong, no matter which direction it flows. foreword by Monty
Read more: The Marches of March - Martin Luther King - The Anti-Segregation Warrior
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