Well folks I think we have seen it all. This is a plate which folks in an Aged Care Home in South Australia had for Christmas Day dinner. I imagine in their dreams they were back in time when it was a lovely roast of lamb , a tasty stuffed chicken, or even a delicious roast of beef. Roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding , and some lovely green vegetables. Followed by a beautifully decorated Pavlova. Christmas crackers on the table , paper hats, and a glass or two of wine.But wait a minute, what happened, they awoke to a nightmare. Smashed spuds and baked beans. If they were lucky a biscuit and a cup of tea for the sweets. . I bet the so called Carers weren't partaking of that Christmas fare.
by James Conkey - guest post
I feel compelled to share this event that happened during the tragedy of the death of my brother Derek from his car accident.
What is this life? The hardest times of your lives will never be forgotten. The amazing part is what you see when you are looking back. As you walk through that next door, sometimes you have a moment, that you realize something else was also happening during that horrible time of life. There are things in life that we don't share with everyone. I have shared this with only a few close people since this occurred. (Thank you for listening when you did).
There are so many of us around the world who have had a gutful of the United Nations and its interference in our ways of life, our sovereignty, our cultural heritage and our financial prosperity.
The UN has outlived its usefulness and is now a giant spider preying on the moths that flutter dying in to its web of deceit.
Read more: The United Nations is in its death throws and Trump could euthanise it
Scott Morrison took a 5 day holiday during the worst bushfire crisis in a few decades. He was photographed relaxing in Hawaii whilst his predecessor Mr Tony Abbott was out fighting bushfires as part of the volunteer fire brigade and his other former Prime Minister chum, Malcolm Turnbull was tweeting and bleating about climate change. Well, Scomo, you walked right in to that bloody disaster of a Public Relations Nightmare.
Sometimes it is interesting to re visit the past and look back and reflect what has happened and how some things have changed and some have not.
What a shame that Australia does not have a LEADER like President Trump. What a shame that this Rugged Man stands alone... yet he is not alone. He has People Power behind him, around him and for him. This solitary man is fighting for everyone and we MUST stand ready to defend him and by his side.
I watched a video clip today where people declared their LOVE for President Trump.
I join them in saying that he is the man of the moment and the man who stands between us and tyranny.
I love president Donald J Trump.
President Trump is a fighter and Pelosi and the democRATs won't know what has hit them now that now he has his mad out. Here is a man that knows what he is up against and where he is going.
Here is this old article.
Pauline Hanson, outspoken red headed firebrand Senator, honoured men in her little publicized but powerful speech in Australian Parliament. To a less than crowded room, she said what so many women today think, but are shouted down by militant feminazis for committing the crime of appreciating and honouring the “the everyday men” and thanked them for “working hard”.
Allan Savory works to promote holistic management in the grasslands of the world. I discovered his work, quite by chance and am an instant fan.
Read more: The Paris Agreement would be gone if we only listened
When I was a kid, we used to play a game called “ stacks on the mill “. It essentially meant that a kid would lie down and the rest of us would jump on and form a pyramid and chant “ stacks on the mill, more on still “ until the pile of kids collapsed and the poor kid at the bottom of the stack would be able to breathe again. To the best of my knowledge, it referred to the collapse of a mill stack or chimney which would be destroyed under its’ own weight.
It was a great game to play – unless you were the poor bugger at the bottom of the stack.
It reminds me of what is happening in the world today with world population and the importation of “ refugees “ and economic migrants from Third World Nations.
We are the poor bugger at the bottom of the stack and soon, we will collapse from the sheer weight of numbers. But, when it was my childhood game, it was game over. Today, it is the start of the game.
The current immigration from other countries to our countries is unsustainable. We cannot ever be robust enough to withstand the sheer pressure of the weight of numbers that is overwhelming us. Is that what “ they “ want?
I would like to thank people who have expressed concern with regard to my accident. But what I would really like to bring home to everyone who has one of those plastic foot step stools in the house is to dump it now before an accident occurs.
We need something to give us a little extra height , but we oldies are told don't get up on a stepladder, don't climb onto a chair to do anything that requires extra height. No one tells us where we can find at a moment's notice a helping hand to help with a particular chore.
Without a friendly neighbour, I don’t quite know what would have happened to me. I could not get to the telephone.
My Mum, has had a fall.
Some months ago, I wrote an article for this blog about when my Mum was in the middle of a bushfire alert and, at midnight, I did not answer the phone. Given that my Mum is 87, lives alone, how dreadfully irresponsible I was for not leaping to the telephone just in case it was my Mum, letting me know that she was about to be burned to a crisp and she thought it would be a jolly good time to remind me that I hadn’t cleaned my car for 2 years. Or that she was not about to be burned to a crisp but was heading off to the beach with the neighbours, given that the roads were closed.
An email I recently received contained some very interesting maps. If you have an interesting map, please feel free to add it to the article in the comments section.
If it works well, maybe we could have a weekend slot for interesting things?
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