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Where I live, here in Southern Queensland, we had some rain. Nearly 4 inches of glorious " flannery " that came down in a gentle but persistent drenching.  Hearing the sound and smelling that magnificent smell that only rain can have - after so long in the heat and the dry summer that left us all exhausted with the sheer tormentuous misery that I call summer.... it was a joyous and happy night. That rain could be so delightful and so calming is a relief and a Godsend. When Mr Tim Flannery forecasted all those years ago that we would never see our dams full, he got it spectacularly wrong.

Back in 2005, the Climate Commissioner, Mr Tim Flannery, predicted that our dams would never be full and that Climate Change was kicking in to such an extent that the world was pretty much over.... people did not really take much notice. Apart from the lefties.

In 2004 he said " 

“I think there is a fair chance Perth will be the 21st century’s first ghost metropolis. It’s whole primary production is in dire straits and the eastern states are only 30 years behind.”

We are “one of the most physically vulnerable people on the Earth,” and “southern Australia is going to be impacted very severely and very detrimentally by global climate change.” We are going to experience “conditions not seen in 40 million years.” "

By 2007 he suggested

“Brisbane and Adelaide – home to a combined total of three million people – could run out of water by year’s end;”

But wait, there is more.

“The water problem is so severe for Adelaide that it may run out of water by early 2009.”

I could go on, but in 2011, Toowoomba suffered a drenching of flannery that was so massive that the city suffered what is now dubbed " an inland tsunami" and lives and livelihoods were lost in a city that perches on top of The Great Diving Range.

I know. Because I was there. My granddaughter rescued her siblings by bashing a hole in the roof of the building they were in and hauled the little ones up to the roof space... and saved their lives.

Poor Tim Flannery dropped the ball and , quite rightfully, the then Prime Minister Mr Tony Abbott dispensed with his services s Climate Commissioner.

 In 2015, Flannery said (of cyclones)

“Sadly we’re more likely to see them more frequently in the future.”.

Well, that didn;'t happen.

In fact, we have fewer cyclones than ever before. 

But this Climate Change Guru - this guru God of the left was inadveterntly or advertently (?????) oversaw the waste of $10 billion dollars in desalination plants that lie rusting and idle as the rain keeps coming.

It is true that we have drought and we live in a thirsty country. But this is not new. It has nothing to do with Climate Change, Mr Flannery.

When Dorothea Mackeller wrote her famous poem in 1904 she described so brilliantly the Nation that we call home, long before it was trendy to talk of Climate Change.

Australia has always been a country of rain, drought, heat and challenge. Long before the advent of coal power stations or cars.  When cattle and sheep roamed our acres and our farmers fought to make a living out of this harsh and confronting Nation.

What we need now are sensible solutions to serious issues. Bring on the Bradfield Scheme. Bring on the knowledge of Allan Savory.

The love of field and coppice 
Of green and shaded lanes, 
Of ordered woods and gardens 
Is running in your veins. 
Strong love of grey-blue distance, 
Brown streams and soft, dim skies 
I know, but cannot share it, 
My love is otherwise. 

I love a sunburnt country, 
A land of sweeping plains, 
Of ragged mountain ranges, 
Of droughts and flooding rains. 
I love her far horizons, 
I love her jewel-sea, 
Her beauty and her terror 
The wide brown land for me! 

The stark white ring-barked forests, 
All tragic to the moon, 
The sapphire-misted mountains, 
The hot gold hush of noon, 
Green tangle of the brushes 
Where lithe lianas coil, 
And orchids deck the tree-tops, 
And ferns the warm dark soil. 

Core of my heart, my country! 
Her pitiless blue sky, 
When, sick at heart, around us 
We see the cattle die 
But then the grey clouds gather, 
And we can bless again 
The drumming of an army, 
The steady soaking rain. 

Core of my heart, my country! 
Land of the rainbow gold, 
For flood and fire and famine 
She pays us back threefold. 
Over the thirsty paddocks, 
Watch, after many days, 
The filmy veil of greenness 
That thickens as we gaze ... 

An opal-hearted country, 
A wilful, lavish land 
All you who have not loved her, 
You will not understand 
though Earth holds many splendours, 
Wherever I may die, 
I know to what brown country 
My homing thoughts will fly. 







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