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from one of my contributers who prefers to remain anonymous.

" I live across the fence from a Housing Commission set of flats. 

The father is a bastard of the enth degree. 

He treats his daughters like vermin. But that is OK because he is Indigenous.

Well Coles, after all these years I bid you a sad farewell. I genuinely thought that I was doing my weekly grocery shop, not attending a political rally.

It is IGA from here on.

Withdrawing your sponsorship from the Alan Jones Show is a move that will cost your bottom line.

Oh, I know that my pennies are but drops in the bucket in the scheme of things. But they are MY pennies and they mean a great deal to me.

If you wish to join me in my protest, let Coles know. 1800 061 562.

All around the world, there is a growing sense of imminent crises… it is as though some central command has set the stage and choreographed the scenes that will come to the climax in the final scene.

The storm is coming and we may have to batten down the hatches. 

We have all heard the chants from the leftie luvvies that guns kill people. I remember reading a comment online somewhere that if taking guns off people was the answer then surely, in order to cut rapes, men need to chop their dicks off…. Such is the logic.

 When I taught adults in a mature learning setting, I suggested that our own view of a situation was what influences our perception of the same facts and the same scenario.

I cited the tale of the flooded river. The bridge was washed away and a young woman was left on one side of the river, her fiance on the other. She desperately wished to get across the river to her beloved, but the only way was by ferry and there was only one ferry.

She approached the owner of the ferry and explained her situation. He said that he would ferry her across, on the condition that she slept with him.