The PR Blog

Russia began striking military targets in Ukraine early on Thursday morning, days after recognizing the independence of the two breakaway republics of Donetsk and Lugansk.

A giant Kangaroo has been terrorising the residents of the isolated outback Australian Community of Beerswig Flats and locals fear it is the first of a new super breed of Rogue Roos infected by a mutant strain of Covid-19.

It has also been suggested that it is Russian collusion or something from the Ukraine. Locals believe it is a strain of Biden Bullshit, a highly virulent bio weapon hatched in a Pentagon funded Bio Lab in Kiev. 

Quite some years ago I worked in a prison. A Maximum Security Male Prison. As a female Officer, I had this crazy idea that I could make a difference. 

It was a new prison. State of the Art. A wonder of technology.

One day changed my life. I became a prisoner. For ONE DAY. 

When a fellow commenter wrote his article about his days as a dispensing chemist all those years ago, little did I realise that it would excite such commentary on the many social media channels I belong to.... how a chemist is now a drug dealer and a doctor is a pimp for Big Pharma. 

It did open an interesting dialogue. The loss of the local Chemist and Doctor and the creation of the pharmaceutical god that now rules our lives. And the clock is ticking down. 

There’s been some talk recently about events sixty or so years ago, concerning the disastrous result of the release on to the market of a medication designed as a solution for sleeping difficulty. 

I remember it well, being in my twenties and having, just prior to this, qualified in pharmacy and opened a small pharmacy in a country town, 

Ayr, in the Burdekin district in North Queensland where I was born in 1932.