The PR Blog

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.

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.