The PR Blog

As Kabul has fallen to the Taliban, the world watches and wonders why people have been making such a fuss for so long about a country that, on face value, is of little import in the grand scheme of things.

How wrong they are. Right now, China will be making plans and India will be feeling more than a bit nervous. Because, with the fall of Kabul,  we may be witnessing the fall of America as the world leader. 

Enter the Dragon and he is about to collect his IOUs. 

Genuine qualified scientists have identified five major ice ages over the last three billion years, which were before human intervention. One does not require a PhD from Oxford to realise that man induced global warming, (sorry, climate change), is a load of old codswallop. Should there be any doubt, the facts that there has been no statistically significant global warming since 1995, and the Middle Ages were probably warmer, makes the hypothesis nothing more than alarmist rubbish. Indeed, it looks like nature is taking its course, and a little ice age may be on the way.

It is a long lamented loss here on Patriotrealm that we are now governed by people who care not for us, but for themselves. It does not matter what nation you call home, the problem is still the same: our so called leaders are merely opportunists who are more focused on opinion polls and less focused on doing what is right for their country.

Therein lies the entire problem. Focus groups, social media " persuaders " and self interested career politicians care more about their fat pay cheques than they do about building a Nation and building a future for which we can all be proud.

I was 15 years old and I wanted to learn to drive. My brothers scarpered. My parents were extraordinarily busy and the queue of volunteers was surprisingly small; much like supporters at a Biden Rally, no one seemed that keen on the task. One of my brothers friends was conscripted  He was the kind of lad ( 18 years old ) who would have been ordered to dance with the wall flowers at the school dance and would obligingly dance a waltz or foxtrot with the plain girl or the fat girl or the girl with crooked teeth. 

I could never understand why no one wanted to teach me how to drive: I was pretty, blonde, slim, and had very nice teeth. I didn't smell awful and was, in all respects, fairly easy on the eye. But for some reason the prospect of sitting in the passenger seat while I navigated my way around a gearbox, a clutch and  three little pedals didn't seem to be as popular as I had hoped.

I am an Australian Christian with numerous faults who has written a fictional, based upon fact, novel 'Tomlinson', which traces by reference to historical figures how the western civilisation in which we live has been corrupted to such a degree that Christianity is becoming a spent force, and human life valueless. The book was inspired by the poem 'Tomlinson' written in 1891 by Rudyard Kipling in which Tomlinson dies, is adjudged not good enough for heaven and not bad enough for hell.