Throughout the Commonwealth, trouble is brewing. Our Governor Generals are merely puppet appointments of the governments and our Queen is too busy putting out the home fires to keep them burning in our nations.
The Canada and Canberra debacle - even the bees are swarming at the Beehive in New Zealand.
As my late father used to quote " there's trouble at mill " and boy oh boy, is there trouble. Our entire nations are collapsing under seas of red tape, green tape, bureaucratic overreach and arrogant political interference in our lives.
The one thing that we citizens will not deal with is when they come up after our children. This was the breaking point.
The Canadian truckers gathered in Ottawa to object to being told that they had to take a medication that they did not wish to take. Millions of Australians travelled to Canberra, the national capital to rally against vaccine mandates.
Oh, I know that the MSM have reported that 10,000 people were in Canberra on the weekend but I have spoken to people who were there. I have seen the drone footage. I have seen the cars. I genuinely believe that there were at least 2 million people at the protest and I will simply say to the Media and Government: prove me wrong.
Given that we only have a population of 25 million, that is 10% of the population. And I can tell you right now, that for everyone at the rally, there were at least 2 of us who were there in spirit.
The kiwis showed up at their national parliament, known as the Beehive. And they swarmed. There were some very angry bees in Wellington and the hakas being performed would have made the All Blacks proud.
Canadians have gathered like their famous Canadian Geese and honked and strutted and been the defenders that all geese are known to be: Anyone who grew up on a farm will know that you do not mess with an angry goose.
All of this protestation and peaceful defiance took me back to the late 1970's when I was a young mother and I tackled a city council over a similar issue.
Anti Mass Medication.
My baby daughter was about 3 months old. I had a toddler and I I was very active in the nursing mothers and young mother's groups. Known as La Leche and Plunket in New Zealand.
As a proud breast feeding mother ( yes, I am PROUD of that ) I learned that our local council was going to fluoridate our water supply.
I was not that concerned about the flouridation aspect so much - though - I must confess it did worry me - but I simply did not like the idea of someone FORCING me or my children to take something into our bodies without my permission.
What next, I reasoned.
I attended a council meeting so that I could voice my concern. They would not allow me to speak.
I was not a happy camper and caused a bit of a fuss.
( I learned a lot about meeting procedure after that and became a very skilled Chairman of meetings in later years as a result. )
I had been beaten by bureaucracy. But I did make the headlines of the local paper with a headline
" Blonde woman causes Flouride Flare up at local council meeting! "
So, being a very strong willed person ( I have NO idea where I get that from ! ) I started a petition. I spoke at my La Leche meetings. I spoke at my Plunket meetings.
I argued that it was not about fluoride. It was about mass medication.
My fellow young mothers agreed.
So we went to work.
In those days, it meant door knocking. I lost count of the number of doors we visited, the people we spoke to. We pushed our prams and we walked up so many driveways each day. The wonderful thing was we all got our figures back and were rather fit by the time we finished so that was a bonus.
We put posters up in shops; we got paper donated so that we could keep creating page after page of new signatures for our petition.
Our town had a population of about 55,000 and we collected over 30,000 signatures as I recollect.
Needless to say, the council backed down and the fluoridation plant was not installed at that time.
I left the town not soon after and relocated to Australia but that is another story.
It is amazing what can be achieved by people knocking on doors. Sending emails. Attending meetings. Becoming active in community groups.
What we did as a band of about 50 young mothers was something I am proud of to this day.
We loved and still love our babies, even though they are now in their late forties and coming up 50.
A mother's love is not something to mess with and I wonder: is this the way we stop this nonsense?
Our menfolk are doing their bit. Maybe mothers and grandmothers can knock on a few metaphorical doors, ring a few bells, buzz a few beehives and swarm a few nests? Honk a few geese and stir a few pots?
If this is not the time, when will it be?
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