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Sunday night a friend sent me a video produced by the Marsh family, an English singing group who shot to fame in 2020 making parody music videos while under lockdown. (Naturally, they were promptly dubbed the “Von Trapped” family. Get it?)

Lockdowns might be over, but the family of six is still producing songs—and some of them are nothing short of brilliant. One in particular is starting to go viral.

 The decade-long MK ULTRA program used unwitting candidates for mind-control tests

After World War II, the possibility of gaining control over a person’s mind became one of the top pursuits for intelligence services. Amid never-ending spy games, the capacity to make someone tell the full truth during an interrogation, or to wipe out a subject’s personality and impose another – perhaps, a controlled one – became quite attractive to secret services.

Back in the late 70's. early 80's, old mate Allan Border was on holiday in the Whitsundays. 

Allan Border was an Australian cricket commentator and former international cricketer. A batsman, Border was for many years the captain of the Australian team.

I enjoyed the years of  Rod Marsh, Dennis Lillee and Greg Chappell when Aussie Cricket was synonymous with summer, patriotism and a whole load of fun.

Life was good.

OK, we lost the last election to a mob of arsewipes and dickheads.

Here's a tongue in cheek article for my fellow disillusioned Australian voters. 

I apologise in advance for any offence I may give but equally, most people who would be offended probably can't understand a word of it anyway! And, if they are, as Rhett Buttler said, quite frankly, I don't give a damn. 

So here goes. By the way, there is a translation at the end of it article. 

It would appear as though the rulers of this world have decided to let the cat out of the bag concerning their exploitation of children in pursuit of eternal youth.

New research from Stanford University suggests that the blood, organs and other body parts of children and babies are a fountain of youth that could provide endless life for those who partake.

As is so often the case these days, we sign up to contracts and agreements which require us to provide credit card details or authority to direct debit our bank accounts. Every few years, the credit card details need updating. 

And so it was, that this particular morning that my Mum, Redhead, valiantly attempted to renew her card details by phoning her internet provider and prepared herself for the normal " your call is important to us " stuff and, with luck and a fair wind, get through to someone before the card came up for expiry again a few years down the track.

And that is when it got interesting.