The PR Blog

It is one year since the burial of Prince Philip. It was something that in many ways symbolised the passing of the old guard. The handing over of our future to a group of people who have never learned that, without respect for the past,  we will be given a future that none of us could ever have imagined or ever wanted.

It is a future that fills me with dread. It is also a future that we still have a chance to retrieve, if only we have the courage to fight for.

But these days, so many people don't really care.

It is beyond embarrassing how they wheel Joe Biden out to speak to his imaginary friends.

The Hunter Biden laptop is a fact, no matter which way the media try to spin it.  The whole Russian propaganda rubbish would be laughable if it wasn't so serious.

Like Covid, the fact checkers are out of lies and those of us who still have functioning brain cells know it.

If you’ve been following the news about Ukraine but still don’t understand that it’s the single most aggressively narrative managed and psyop-intensive war in human history, there is a 100 percent chance you believe false things about what’s happening there.

It’s not a question of if the US played a role in Imran Khan’s removal but how and to what extent. ❖ We’re about to see a judge sign off on Julian Assange’s extradition to the United States for exposing the empire’s war crimes while that same empire blasts us all in the face with an unprecedented war propaganda campaign about rescuing Ukraine’s freedom and democracy.

This morning I went outside to sit in the sunshine and have a morning cup of tea. The manager of my building complex was mowing the lawn and the smell of the freshly mown grass was in the morning air. Most of us know that smell so well and it triggers memories of childhoods and happy days.  

When Ovalbek Turdakun opens his eyes on Easter morning, nothing will feel familiar. Six thousand miles away from the life they knew, he and his family will be celebrating the Resurrection in safety — a luxury that few survivors of the Xinjiang camps will ever know. Touching down on American soil late Friday night, Ovalbek, his wife, and 12-year-old son exhaled for the first time in four years — the horrors of China finally behind them. This Sunday, they’ll sit in church pews without fear, openly worshipping the God who delivered them to freedom.

As we trudge wearily and warily on through 2022, I wonder how much further we can trudge before we become bogged down in the mud of the swamp that has become our lives?

As we are rewarded for being good little peasants, so are we told that we are being naughty and, for our own good mind you, we must stay on the straight and narrow and forge on resolutely and trust in the wisdom of our leaders.

Yeah, right.