The PR Blog

Quite some years ago I worked in a prison. A Maximum Security Male Prison. As a female Officer, I had this crazy idea that I could make a difference. 

It was a new prison. State of the Art. A wonder of technology.

One day changed my life. I became a prisoner. For ONE DAY. 

When a fellow commenter wrote his article about his days as a dispensing chemist all those years ago, little did I realise that it would excite such commentary on the many social media channels I belong to.... how a chemist is now a drug dealer and a doctor is a pimp for Big Pharma. 

It did open an interesting dialogue. The loss of the local Chemist and Doctor and the creation of the pharmaceutical god that now rules our lives. And the clock is ticking down. 

There’s been some talk recently about events sixty or so years ago, concerning the disastrous result of the release on to the market of a medication designed as a solution for sleeping difficulty. 

I remember it well, being in my twenties and having, just prior to this, qualified in pharmacy and opened a small pharmacy in a country town, 

Ayr, in the Burdekin district in North Queensland where I was born in 1932.

I am of a fairly pleasant and easy-going nature.

But when I am aroused by the injustices of this world, my wife would be first to attest to my ability to rise like a wildfire. I am not a man to rise to anger easily. 

At the recent protests against vaccine mandates in Canberra, police deployed long-range acoustic devices (LRADs), which transmit at high volumes and frequencies.  A spokesperson for the ACT Police has confirmed that LRAD's ( long range acoustic devices ) were deployed.

Canberra protesters, including women and children, were badly burned by directed microwave energy beams, complaining of blisters on their faces, arms, and torsos. Concentrated microwave radiation can inflict painful burns on the skin from long distances away.