Patriot Realm

Today's article from our nostalgia series is no trifling matter. It is a story of dusting, polishing, fur babies and puddings. And it all began because my daughter bought a new car. 
Confused? Well, all will become clear when you read today's " I remember when... article which also includes living angels, tilers, pink ribbons and nice cups of tea,

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.  

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?.

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.

"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.