The PR Blog

As the world descends in to the twilight zone, I am so sad and ashamed to call myself a woman. To have world leaders like Ms Xindy Ardern from New Zealand, Ms Albosleazy from Australia,  Ms Trudeau from Canada and Ms Macron from France leading us into social collapse, I wonder how the hell it happened.

Some of you may wonder why I include Justin aka Justine and Emmanuel aka Emilie and Antonia Albosleazy in the list of those ladies who have led me to their shame. Well, because these days, in these enlightened times, I'm allowed to identify them as women and they can’t do a damned thing about it because there are about 62 genders on offer right now.

We have seen shortages of toilet paper and tissues; shortages of baby formula and meat. But there have been no shortages of genders, effeminised men, experts in climate change, sex change and masturbation lecturers to kindy kids.

“Most arts have produced miracles, while the art of government has produced nothing but monsters.”

The man who spoke those words was one of history’s premiere authorities on the subject. He was a monster himself, made so by the toxin we call “power.” On this date in 1794—July 28—he and a famous cohort departed this earth for whatever reward awaited them.

What is the Grand Solar Minimum and how does it affect or influence climate change “ Is this what all the fuss is about and why we do we have to listen to the leftie luvvies going on about the end of the world? “

It is Because Climate Change is not caused by farting cows or cheap coal-fired electricity. It is caused by a thing called the sun.

I wrote an article yesterday that was a bit tongue in cheek but was also deadly serious. It was a bedtime story all about that clever thing called the sun and how it manages to do whatever the hell it wants and that nothing that we do on planet Earth is going to change it.

There is no climate crisis - a simple fact for any of the greenie leftist luvvies who want to send us back to the stone age. 

In fact, at the rate the world is going, we will no longer be able to use fire or the wheel because it will be " bad for the environment. "

Tough for us, as we sit around our campfires wondering why they don't work anymore. 

My late Uncle taught me that if I was not prepared to lose it, don’t risk it. They are wise words indeed, particularly in light of what we are currently experiencing and enduring.

Between vaccines, climate change, immigration and the bullet train that is an assault on our social and moral values, we are being told to risk losing everything because our governments have ordered it thus.

The 4th of August was the anniversary of my father's passing. Too many years ago.

 

Yet it seems like no time at all. So much has changed since he left us and I often think that he did a wise thing by getting out when he did: before the insanity and madness that has so changed our ways of life.

He was 89 years old when he died yet he is still with us. Everyday.

My brother held his hand as he passed from this realm to the next.

When I got the phone call I cried from the very depth of my soul and heart.

It was like the light had gone out.