The PR Blog

I remember when… I started this site

It was 3 years ago. I had become disgruntled with and disillusioned by my inability to fully express myself on other blogs or online media, So I, with the support of my family, embarked on a journey that has been both gratifying and frustrating,

“FDA advisory panel OKs Pfizer vaccine for children 5 to 11,” announced a recent NBC News headline.

How could a panel that is supposedly composed of rational clear-headed scientists make such an inexplicable recommendation?

Social psychologist Roy Baumeister begins his book Evil: Inside Human Violence and Cruelty, with a proposition that will be counterintuitive to many: “Evil usually enters the world unrecognized by the people who open the door and let it in. Most people who perpetrate evil do not see what they are doing as evil.”

Trying to bury carbon dioxide deep underground is another fashionable green fantasy. It consumes big dollars for taxpayer subsidies but coal and gas producers will love it as it wastes energy and will increase demand for reliable energy. Artificial carbon capture is an unnecessary waste - the grasslands, forests, crops and continental shelf of Australia sequester far more carbon dioxide than Australia emits from all energy, transport, agriculture and mining sources.

The downfall of Oscar Wilde is an object lesson to all of those who would sue for defamation –be it for slander orally,or for libel in writing. A defamatory statement will be forgotten sooner or later, but any skeletons which any plaintiff suing for defamation might have hidden in the closet, will be exposed for all to see. This will apply even if the plaintiff should succeed.  A case in point is that of Oscar Wilde.

In those heady days of childhood,back in the 1950's, I was like most kids. I ricocheted from one scraped knee to another. A fall off my bike and a chipped tooth, broken arm or head wound from a low flying rock hurled by a neighbourhood adversary were part of everyday life. I wore my scars with pride and valiantly returned to school the next day and limped or sighed in pain and recounted the tale of how I had been so afflicted.