Read more: Australia is Australia and we should defend her as we would defend our Mother.
The so-called Aboriginal "Voice" is a king-size scam by the Labor Fabian/Marxists.
There is no official publication of what powers the Referendum will give to the Aboriginals, other than Anthony Albanese saying that it will have no power to veto Parliament, and Linda Burney, the Minister for Indigenous Australians, saying it will only be an advisory group. However, in a speech given in 2022 at the Garma Festival, referred to at the end of this article, the Prime Minister gave three points which prove conclusively that a referendum will be entirely unnecessary, and no more than a political scam.
I wonder, when and if, people will know what they are voting for.
Really.
One’s personal character should be a life-long investment.
When a politician offers you something at other people’s expense, remember these words of the poet John Dryden: “Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare.”
Dryden’s admonition would have saved us a lot of trouble if we had applied its insight consistently to our economic and political thinking. The failure to do so has produced one disaster after another. This, I believe, is a character issue. Just as Christmas is a core spiritual foundation of Christianity, so too should personal character be a core foundation of our lives—and one we should champion on more days than just December 25.
It is so tragic. What a terrible place that we inhabit.
We all want to turn the clock back to days when boys were boys and men were men.
Women were elegant and nurturing mothers. Children were respectful and the family unit was a given, not an oddity.
Yet we have so many elephants in the room these days. What a shame. Because the real elephant in the room is a change to our Australian Constitution.
I would not normally comment on matters published on other sites. However, the thrust of the article was a denigration of Australia’s supposed subservience to the United States starting with our involvement in WW2 and gradual acceptance of American culture following WW1.
If I have any comment to make I make it on the offending site but in this instance a comment posted on social media prompts me to break my own rules. I do not subscribe to it as a commentator. The reason being that I have run out of patience with having to conform to the regimes of user name, password, PIN number, one time PIN number and other requirements of identification I refuse to take on anymore.
The council man was adamant:
“The Law must have its way,
The shed you built is not approved
It must come down today.”
“No doubt the shed is safe and strong
And no one has complained,
But plans and rules must bind us all
Or anarchy will reign.”
Failure to secure the islands shows why St. Petersburg couldn’t gain a foothold in the New World
Almost everyone in Russia and the United States is familiar with the story of how Alaska was sold to the Americans for next to nothing. Considerably fewer people have heard about the Russian colony in California.
And only historians seem to know that mere chance prevented the future 50th state of the US from becoming a part of the Russian Empire 205 years ago.
Marianne Faithfull famously sung that at the age of thirty-seven, Lucy Jordan realised she'd never ride through Paris in a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair. It’s taken me a lot longer, being more than twice that age, but I’m on the same page. I used to care a bit, but I don’t give a rat’s arse anymore (No offence intended Esra).
When you think about it, we are all so insignificant in the whole scheme of things, any achievement, no matter how great and earth-shattering it may seem at the time, is illusory. You only have to ponder that it takes 200,000 years for light from a distant star travelling at the speed of light, which is about 300,000 kilometres per second, to cross our galaxy, and there are as many galaxies in the universe as there are grains of sand on all the beaches in the world. The magnitude of it all is too large to grasp.
How many of us are thinking of making a run for the hills?
Or, as the Americans would say, about to get a fast stage out of Dodge. Will we be forced to ask ourselves what we will do? Try to hide, or stand and fight?
This Lockdown and removal of our Liberty sure happened fast, and that was one hell of an alarm bell for me.
Read more: Smith's Dream - now our Nightmare Downunder? Is it time to Run for the Hills?
I just read the Manic Festo of the Monster Raving Loony Party in Britain and to be honest it was more sensible than the Greens manifesto.
The biggest difference between the Loony Party and the Greens however is that the Loony Party do not take themselves seriously.
They actually promise that, if elected, they won’t implement any of their policies.
The Greens on the other hand don’t even get elected but expect to have their policies implemented because they are masters of manipulation, emotional blackmail and media infiltration.
Read more: The Monster Raving Loony Party makes more sense than the Greens
We have so many Veterans taking their own lives and disappearing into a sea of despair, that I have to wonder if there is an answer that is right in front of our noses?
On the 13th of March each year, we mark World K9 Day. The day that the world is supposed to celebrate the gift of loyalty and dedication that our four-legged friends have given to our Military men and women. Our canine friends have fought beside us and stood beside us and comforted us in times of trouble and we are increasingly, as a species, forgetting their dedication and love and consigning them into the same bin that we place our unborn children.
We are reading more and more stories of heartbroken and dispirited Veterans who are taking their own lives.
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