The PR Blog

While everyone else in the world is watching the news and either crying in their stiff whiskey or toasting with the same enjoyable drink  depending on their hero.. be it President Trump or ex Vice President Biden I am enjoying the sight of 3 new puppies in the street.

 

Two are being brought up free of a chain and taken to romp on the beach. 

One is on a chain. All loved but one is different from the others. He is on a chain. 

I had a get together with Redhead and my eldest daughter this morning and one thing I can say with great certainty is that 2020 changed to world as we know it and there is no coming back from it.

This is the year that changed our perceptions of what is normal. It created an atmosphere of mistrust and division, unlike any year in history. It created sides. I don't mean taking a side like we do when we support our favourite sporting team or whether or not we support abortion or the existence of multiple genders. This is the year that fractured society, families and friendships. 

We went from being fundamentally united to fundamentally divided. And I do not believe that there is a road back to unity.

 It's hard to know where to start when it comes to the current state of the American election. One minute I am full of optimism and confident that Trump will prevail - the next minute, another batch of dodgy votes miraculously appear and each and every one of them is for Biden. 

If anyone thinks that this has been an honest election, then I, as the saying goes, have a bridge to sell you. 

It's an old Aussie saying that there is nothing worse than a sponger. To many people around the world, a sponge is either a soft cake or something used in a kitchen to soak up crappy water from the bench.

Or, as it is used down under, someone who sucks the life out of those that around them. A sponger is someone who contributes nothing but absorbs other people's hard earned wealth and wages and wishes to use that in order to sit back and do sweet bugger all.

Who among us has heard of a man named Edgar Harrell? Until a few days ago, his name meant nothing to me - I had never heard of this extraordinary human being. But I was sent a link to a youtube clip where Edgar told his story of a time back in 1945 when he and his fellow shipmates spent 5 days in shark infested water in the South Pacific. 

Edgar Harrell was a young Marine assigned to the US Navy ship, the USS Indianapolis. After delivering components for the atomic bombs, the ship was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine. Hundreds of his mates were killed by sharks. Listen to his harrowing experience.

What a Halloween that was: While we lay safely tucked up in our beds, the Premier of Queensland was zooming across the sky defeating goblins and ghouls from the dreaded world of Covid. Oh sure, it has meant us being locked up with our teddy bears and cuddle rugs, but we could all sleep soundly knowing that our valiant leader was out there protecting us. Keeping us safe. Last night, she carried off the ultimate " trick or treat " - much like her fellow " saviour " from across the ditch, Princess Xindy of New Zealand and our southern neighbour's Comrade Dan..

Because , mark my words, she won this election on the back of FEAR.