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As we count down to Christmas, spare a thought for those who are separated from their loved ones through marriage breakdown, military service, death or lockdowns.

How many men have been deprived of the joy of their children's company because of a court order restricting access? Oh I know that I am a female and should be joining the chorus of women who hate men and that all men are bastards, but I don't believe that. Some men are bastards and some women are bitches and some people are just plain vindictive. 

What have we done? More importantly, what have we ALLOWED to be done? To our Nations, our ways of life, our families and our individuality? 

One day, we will look back on this year and sigh. We will regret what we had and why we did not fight harder for what is right.

Last night I watched a documentary that I have had since 2016. It was about the Toowoomba Grantham flood disaster of January 2011 when communities in Queensland were devastated by a deluge of enormous proportions. It struck me, as I watched, how different people are from what they were 9 years ( or even 4 years ) ago.

As I watched, I had one word come in to my mind. HUMANITY. What is lacking today is our sense of humanity. Our sense of caring and compassion and regard for others. 

Have we changed so much? Or is it that our Governments and media have changed and are expecting us to follow suit?

The Green Virus is on a rising curve in the Anglo-Sphere.

I just re read all the articles I have written for Patriotrealm.com and it is quite a strange journey to read my words so long after I originally wrote them. Sometimes I got it right and sometimes I got it wrong. My wife used to shake her head and head off to the fridge to open a bottle of wine and say to me " Jake, Monty is never going to print that. " I would then sit at the computer and type away and listen to the glug from the kitchen and I would yell out the odd " Oiy! Where's my beer? " just in case I could get away with it. 

Sometimes, she would come in, slam a stubbie down on the table and saunter off. Other times she would come in and give me a wake up call and say  " get it yourself you lazy bastard. " Still it was worth a try.