The PR Blog

Recently, while boring a family gathering with an exposition as to how the liberals (not the political party) have hi-jacked the church to which I belong over the last fifty years or so, I was threatened by my daughter with banishment to eternal family darkness if I didn’t shut up - and rightly so. Mrs Flysa hates how I must always have the last word, but I ask anyway, how long is it since anyone heard any minister of religion mention the bleak prospect of spending eternity in a fiery furnace, if we commit those things which used to be known in the fifties as sins?  Reference to sin is no longer permitted.

Western countries are leading the charge in restructuring their economies around the issue of climate change. They’re committed to a comprehensive agenda to “decarbonize” their economies by 2050.

To sum it up in one word, it’s insane. In two words, it’s criminally insane.

Why do we fear ghosts and all things supernatural on this day in particular? The customs of Halloween go back centuries and are so deeply steeped in religion and tradition that nothing about this tradition seems strange when you understand where it comes from. Yet, I never grew up with Halloween.

It was 1939. My two older sisters and I were riding our bikes to school and Mum told Dad that she had heard a lady say “those Kirke children are strange, the eldest girl (Margery) rides along singing, the next girl (Mickey) whistles, and the boy talks to himself " … it's all true. In fact, I am not at all surprised that a couple of cats actually answer.

My wife and are very fortunate to have been able to travel extensively and frequently. This trip on the Trans-Siberian Railway was the longest and one of the stand-out experiences of our lives. These days, with travel having been so severely limited, it is good to be able to share memories of past journeys and past experiences. 

Lines are drawn on maps and continents carved up according to some pre-ordained or directed order: create a country, a state or a new political identity by drawing a pen line on a map.

Someone, somewhere, decides that this is where a border will go and so shall it be. The worker ants scurry off to carry out the master's orders.