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Most people in Australia know what a feral pig is. They are a major pest and they pose an enormous threat to our agricultural industry because they destroy crops and pasture and they spread weeds and disease. They prey on our livestock. 

We have a feral pig outbreak unlike any other in the history of our great Nation. Because they are in our cities and urban environments and they are somehow able to do their damage by remote control while safely gobbling at a trough in Canberra and our State capital cities.

I cannot help but wonder if America is on the brink of a second Civil War. But with a twist. Will it be a Civil War and a Revolution all rolled into one? 

Americans are growing angry and frustrated that their new Government is doing nothing but further push them into subjugation and a position of powerlessness.

As the old novels used to say before the Indian Uprising, the Natives are getting restless.

As another man's life is torn apart by the rabid left and MSM, I am reminded of the story of the boy who cried Wolf. One day, people will simply stop believing ANY woman and that is a very dangerous situation indeed. 

Trial by Media must stop and stop now. Innocent until proven guilty is no longer part of the gameplay. It is guilty until proven innocent and it goes against everything our system of Justice stands for. 

The plight of our elderly in today's so-called caring society is something for which we should all feel shame. But how much of this neglect is of our own making? 

I watched the episode of Hardgaves on Sky News Australia the other night and he had a segment on the Royal Commission into Aged Care. Bronwyn Bishop was one of his guests. As always, she offered her rare insight into a problem that she approached with her normal passionate and insightful commonsense. One particular issue she highlighted was the role of the volunteer entertainers and musicians who gave of their time so generously and contributed a worthwhile and much eagerly anticipated injection of pleasure on their regular visits.

from poster possum magic As promised, today is the first memory lane article. Where better to start it off? 

I remember when I arrived in Australia,  all those decades ago, I had an accent that I would smile at today. Now I speak with an accent that is proudly Australian. I was a kid from Europe whose parents barely spoke English.  We were almost like kids that had been adopted by parents that we did not know and did not understand. Australia was so foreign and we arrived like orphans, my parents and me and my little brother.