I truly hope that there are enough of us left to fight Mad Vax and become the Mad Max we need so desperately today.
If we are too small in number, then the Halls of Justice will surely overwhelm us and the Moronic Vax will spread like a plague - not of a flu virus but a virus of societal change and there will be no turning back. This is our last chance to stop the moronic madness that has overtaken the world.
Our Vanishing Point.
Read more: Mad Vax - the Moronic Mutant that even Mad Max may not defeat?
In January 1976, 19-year old U.S. Army Private David Lewis joined his platoon on a 50-mile hike through the snow in New Jersey. Thirteen miles into the hike, Lewis collapsed and died a short time later of pneumonia caused by influenza. It seemed strange. Lewis was young fit and healthy, yet he died. What had happened?.
Read more: Those who refuse to learn from history are doomed to repeat it
The borders to hell are open. It is open season on the last men and women standing. Actions speak louder than words, though, these days we have little action and are frightened to use words. Our boys in the trenches and in the desert didn't spare their words or their deeds. They spoke with action and deed and we are now pissing on their graves with fear and compliance. Thank God they did not know the cowardice that we see here in Australia today.
Bangladesh just reported zero COVID deaths in the entire country in a 24-hour period. Charitably, one-quarter of the population is vaccinated. This poor, incredibly densely populated nation appears poised on the verge of achieving herd immunity – despite violating every principle the high priests of the pandemic assure us are necessary to beat COVID.
Read more: Why Isn’t Everyone In Bangladesh Dead From COVID?
"Men, like nations, think they're eternal. What man in his 20s or 30s doesn't believe, at least subconsciously, that he'll live forever? In the springtime of youth, an endless summer beckons. As you pass 70, it's harder to hide from reality.
For as long as I can remember I have been fascinated by non animal means of getting around. That one baby-power rocking horse took me on many wonderful and exciting exploratory adventures, but it wasn’t long before the urging of the need for speed reared its persuasive head, a need catered for by a Christmas present from an understanding Mum and Dad … a Cyclops pedal car. Thus commenced a love affair with driving a motor vehicle, of the sheer enjoyment of manoeuvring this obedient metal contraption which took me wherever I wished to go, subject of course to the availability of sufficient propulsive power of a couple of skinny little legs.
When the first settlers arrived on the Mayflower in 1620 at Plymouth , they had hopes and dreams to found a Nation free of Religious persecution and constraints of the then King of England, King James.
Their voyage was funded by the group The London Group of Merchant Adventurers.
Read more: The Mayflower - the humble beginning of the creation of a Nation
It all started recently when I was greeted warmly by a female friend of my daughter’s. It was as if it was yesterday when we last met, but it turned out to have been 27 years ago. Where have the years gone? Where have they gone indeed, as Sir Robert Menzies would riposte, and whom subconsciously I still regard as Prime Minister. I last saw him speak in Forrest Place in Perth in 1963, and it once again seems like yesterday.
The Australian government of the Northern Territory is now using military soldiers and army trucks to forcibly round up indigenous people who have merely been near someone else who tested “positive” for covid. With families being separated at gunpoint, one of the most horrifying predictions we made has now come true: Military / medical martial law where innocent civilians are being rounded up at gunpoint and taken to what are essentially covid concentration camps.
“The lamps are going out all over Europe; we shall not see them again in our lifetime.” Sir Edward Grey, 1914
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” C.S. Lewis
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