We seem to have an outbreak of mental health issues throughout the world. Yelling “allah hu akbar “ is not terrorism, apparently it is a mental health issue. Running in to a shopping centre and stabbing women and babies is not an act of terrorism - it is a terrifying act, but not an act of terrorism. Apparently there is a difference. {sarc}
People murdering others, massacres carried out – mental health issues.
There are people whose brains have been addled by drugs and they have mental health issues. Or addled by religious zealous or fanatical indoctrination. Or addled by greed and the desire for power.
Which makes me wonder if it is time to re open the asylums and get those pesky people who commit terrifying acts ( not acts of terrorism you understand - heaven forbid) off the streets and into the asylum that they seek so much? Because it seems to me that we are turning our nations into gigantic open air mental asylums and we, the citizens and taxpayers, are funding terror.
In our homes, our streets, our shopping centres and our places of worship.
Read more: Asylum Seekers? There are a lot who need some asylum these days.
Imagine this:
It is the 25th April, and a German man and his wife from Munich are taking a motoring holiday to the South of France. They pass through the northern French city of Amiens.
They observe much gaiety among the populace and are wondering what it is all about.
They pass through the city and 15 km down the road they approach a small town.
On the outskirts, they pass a cemetery which has a sign “Adelaide Cemetery”.
Says the man, " that is not a French name. What does it mean? "
It was about 30 years ago when I was living in a tiny town in the Channel Country. I was married to the local copper. We had only arrived in the town of 30 residents a few weeks before..... we still didn't have a handle on how to " fit in " with this isolated and unusual community of people.
We were coasties: people who came from a far distant place that never knew about things like kangaroo shooters, feral pigs and opal mining.
In fact, in those days, I knew nothing about life in the Australian Outback. All I knew was that my husband was a policeman and he had applied to become an officer serving a remote community in one of the most extreme places in Australia. Where walking across the road could make you collapse from heatstroke.
I was in for a rude awakening. A baptism of fire. Literally. It was high summer and the heat was extraordinary.
Many years ago, about half a century in fact, I played netball with my friend Mary.
She was my best friend and a nicer, sweeter girl you would never meet. We played netball in our primary school team.
In spite of her goodness, she was a lousy netball player. It would not have mattered if she was nice, or not nice. The fact that she was pretty hopeless at netball was indisputable.
So you may well be asking: why is Shaydee writing about a game of netball in these troubled times? Surely we have more important things to consider right now?
And yes, you would be right. So here is the story about a game of netball and how it still resonates all these decades later.
Some time ago, I watched a fascinating documentary about the history of tanks.
I did not know that they were originally to be called landships, because they were modeled on the early warships used by naval forces around the world. But allies felt that the name would give an hostile WWI Germany a hint of what was being planned, so the name tank was coined.
Because it looked somewhat like an old water tank.
From their humble beginnings in the early 20th century to the sophisticated armored behemoths of today, tanks have evolved significantly, shaping military strategies and battles along the way.
The concept of armoured vehicles dates back to ancient times, but it wasn't until World War I that the modern tank was born. In 1916, the British unveiled the Mark I tank, a tracked, armoured vehicle designed to break through enemy lines and traverse difficult terrain. These early tanks were primitive by today's standards, with rudimentary armour and limited mobility, but they represented a revolutionary leap in military technology.
Certain battles stand out not just for their strategic significance, but also for the profound human cost they exacted.
The Battle of Fromelles, fought during World War I, is one such chapter.
It took place on July 19–20, 1916, in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais region of France. It was part of the wider Somme Offensive, a British and French joint operation aimed at breaking the stalemate of trench warfare on the Western Front.
It was planned to stop the Germans from reinforcing their unit on the Somme, where the Allies had launched a major offensive earlier that month. The feint was unsuccessful. The attack was a disaster for the British and among the worst 24 hours in Australian military history.
Read more: The Battle of Fromelle - " Don't Forget me Cobber "
When I was young (many decades ago) we lived on a small family farm at Wheatvale near Warwick on the Darling Downs in Queensland, Australia.
Our lifestyle was close to the organic self-sufficient nirvana that today's green zealots babble on about - we produced much of what we needed and needed most of what we produced, using mainly solar power plus a bit of hydrocarbon and wind energy.
But life was no picnic.
Our farm supported our family of four, 30 dairy cows, one bull, eight draught horses, two stock horses, a cattle dog, two cats, two ponies, plus a few pigs, calves and chooks and, at times, a returned service Uncle recovering from the malaria he caught during the war in Papua New Guinea.
One thousand and twenty-one submissions to the Covid-19 Response Enquiry, out of the two thousand and ninety, declined to permit the author’s name to be published.
That’s 49%. Overall, 49% of those people moved enough to make a submission felt disinclined to put their name to their submission.
What a sorry state of affairs. When only half the submitters are confident enough to sign their name for all to see, something is rotten in the states and territories of Australia. Why don’t people put their name to their opinions?
Fear of being cancelled? Fear of losing your job? Fear of retribution? Fear of an awkward conversation over the back fence?
More worrying is that of 26 million, give or take a daily planeload more, only 2,000 bothered to write about the catastrophe of the last 4 years.
That’s 0.008%. Or in technical mathematical language, bugger all.
Read more: When we forget our past, our future is in jeopardy.
John B. Calhoun’s “rat utopia” experiments of the 1960s, designed to be paradises with unlimited resources, resulted in societal collapse and extinction due to extreme behavioural changes, showcasing a dark side of population density and social roles.
The initial population explosion and flourishing of the rat colonies in these utopias turned into a nightmare as they approached their physical and social limits, leading to a breakdown of social structures, deviant behavior, and eventual demographic collapse.
The experiments serve as a chilling parallel to the trajectory of Western society, where periods of abundance and growth gave way to economic shocks, social stagnation, and a rise in antisocial behaviors, suggesting we are experiencing our own form of “behavioral sink.”
Current societal trends, including the breakdown of traditional roles, rising deviancy, and a loneliness crisis, mirror the decay observed in Calhoun’s rat populations, indicating that Western civilisation might be nearing its own “point of no return.”
Humanity possesses the unique ability to recognise its dire straits and has the power to reverse the downward spiral, preventing us from meeting the same fate as the “rat utopias.”
Please donate to
Swiftcode METWAU4B
BSB 484799
Account
Reference PR |
Please email me so I can thank you.
patriot@patriotrealm.com
Back a while ago, we published an incredibly interesting article about the life of one man…
93 hits
25 April is a very important day for Australians and New Zealanders. It is called…
135 hits
A while ago, I watched a movie ( Australian ) called William Kelly's War. It was…
186 hits
When our leaders and politicians sign us up to these global accords, declarations and agreements,…
182 hits
It has been truly said that Australia arrived in Gallipoli as six separate States and…
162 hits
Cats have been a part of ocean going ships since time immemorial being needed to…
251 hits
In 1942, my late Uncle was a metallurgist in Papua New Guinea. At the height…
208 hits
We seem to have an outbreak of mental health issues throughout the world. Yelling “allah…
212 hits
Many years ago, about half a century in fact, I played netball with my friend…
211 hits
Some time ago, I watched a fascinating documentary about the history of tanks. I did…
264 hits
Certain battles stand out not just for their strategic significance, but also for the profound…
228 hits
When I was young (many decades ago) we lived on a small family farm at Wheatvale…
239 hits
One thousand and twenty-one submissions to the Covid-19 Response Enquiry, out of the two thousand and…
229 hits
Friends come and go, and sure at times - family too. But Great Granpa …
226 hits
It seems to me that ancient man’s instinct to provide sustenance for his family…
207 hits
John B. Calhoun’s “rat utopia” experiments of the 1960s, designed to be paradises with unlimited…
281 hits
What does the future hold? How the hell will we cope moving on? Our economies…
166 hits
There’s nothing new about academics stoking schoolkids’ climate fears and depression. But nothing I’ve previously…
117 hits
“The record of the Waco incident documents mistakes. What the record from Waco does not…
225 hits
Over a hundred years ago, on February 21, 1916 at 7:15am, the battle of Verdun…
244 hits
In these days of increasing Thought Police intervention in our lives, I had a rather…
239 hits
It was back in the early days of 2019 that Australia was shocked to learn…
292 hits
Most, if not all of us have a freezer of one size or another. But,…
205 hits
Magic happens everywhere and goodness, wonder and delight can be found alive and well throughout…
200 hits
Less than three hours ago, I was sitting in the Israeli Embassy in Washington, DC,…
206 hits
Has the dust settled? Far from it. It is everywhere. We are choking on it.…
263 hits
This Easter, we are praying for a miracle and a rebirth or resurrection where good…
235 hits