What is in the soap? A load of suds dressed up in a pretty box that are nothing but bubbles of bloody air.
Are the Greens and Left feeding us a pile of soapwash dressed in pretty boxes?
Yes
Read more: Soap, Suds and Scum
We all know that China and its Communist regime is “ buying “ the West. In doing so, it is buRying the West.
Import vast amounts of goods and services, students and consultants, experts and technology all to prop up a Communist regime that could and would cripple the entire Western Capitalist model.
Cheap labour, cheap goods, cheap ideals – all to overthrow the Western Governments who were asleep at the wheel. But the West is fighting back?
There is no climate crisis Adam Bandt. There is a crisis in stupidity and lack of critical thinking. Let the cattle graze in National Parks; let the landowners manage the land they love and stop worshipping at the altar of cultist indoctrination.
You worship a 16 year old girl from Sweden who has never stepped foot in Australia and you worship a man who does voice overs for greenie shows about the “ climate crisis “ – both of whom know about as much about the Aussie bush and the Aussie Spirit as Malcolm Turnbull knows about Loyalty.
You and your party ignore FACTS. Over and over again, you recite the mantra something that I thought died out when mental health care came in – “ The End of the World is Nigh “ spouted by a bedraggled homeless man who stood on a soap box or street corner, waving a placard and preaching his sermons of lunacy.
It seems to be the accepted behavior , this rudeness , this constant heckling . It actually should be very unacceptable behavior , I am surprised the Speaker does not kick all the rowdy interjectors out of the chamber.
Well, the democRATs may as well save their campaign money, pack up and go home. After the State of the Union address, Trump showed that he was competent, compassionate and had his finger on the pulse of the American Nation.
I cried, sobbed, smiled, beamed with pride and applauded in equal measure. No doubt mixed like a Vodka Cocktail that Nasty Nancy might have downed before enduring the torture of listening to her President address her Nation.
Read more: The Courtesy Cocktail – compliments of Nancy Pelosi.
So the Nats decided to back a drongo who can’t manage the role of Acting Prime Minister and looks like a deer in the headlights every time he stands in front of a camera. They backed a “ little to be proud of “politician with as much gumption as a soy boy for Deputy Leader – how far the mighty have fallen.
Today’s vote for the leadership and deputy leadership of the once great National Party of Australia was a vote for conformity and towing a Party Line that would have been cut and thrown loose decades ago – two people with as much spine as a jellyfish crossing the crater lakes of Palau… which is no spine at all.
When I was a kid, we used to play a game called “ stacks on the mill “. It essentially meant that a kid would lie down and the rest of us would jump on and form a pyramid and chant “ stacks on the mill, more on still “ until the pile of kids collapsed and the poor kid at the bottom of the stack would be able to breathe again. To the best of my knowledge, it referred to the collapse of a mill stack or chimney which would be destroyed under its’ own weight.
It was a great game to play – unless you were the poor bugger at the bottom of the stack.
It reminds me of what is happening in the world today with world population and the importation of “ refugees “ and economic migrants from Third World Nations.
We are the poor bugger at the bottom of the stack and soon, we will collapse from the sheer weight of numbers. But, when it was my childhood game, it was game over. Today, it is the start of the game.
The current immigration from other countries to our countries is unsustainable. We cannot ever be robust enough to withstand the sheer pressure of the weight of numbers that is overwhelming us. Is that what “ they “ want?
The whole world is becoming fake. We have become a plastic world in a world that hates plastic and increasingly encouraged to believe what is fake and discard the one thing that we should hold dear: TRUTH.
It is hard to even define Truth these days. In the olden days, before people got woke and started to regress in to a childish state of wavering between tantrums and beliefs in Greta fairies, Truth was something that relied on Facts.
Facts, back in the days before people got “ woke “ were based on reality.
“ After 25 years of fighting for independence, this is my final contribution in the European Parliament. We were told to leave with our British flags, and that's exactly what we did. “
So said Nigel Farage, the Brexit Leader who has fought tenaciously for decades to return The United Kingdom to being a Sovereign Nation when he made his final speech to the European Parliament.
He spoke about Brexit as a victory in the “historic battle going on across the west”. And Nigel Farage is right: there is an historic battle against Globalism and, despite the best efforts of the Globalists elite, slowly but surely, we are fighting back and winning.
Make no mistake. It will not be an easy fight. And winning battles does not win the war. Nonetheless, we are making headway in the push back, albeit it in small steps.
Read more: Nigel Farage waves a Flag and waves Goodbye to the EU.
I had to stop and think, digest and absorb what I just read.
What the hell are our Governments doing? Do they want to wipe us out or is it that the Leftists have buried their heads so far down into the sand that they do not realise what they are doing to us? Either way, things cannot continue. They simply cannot.
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It was down to business at the Wildwood Rally in New Jersey today when President Donald J Trump took the stand and embraced the love of his adoring fans and fellow Patriots.
As an Australian, I watched it at 10 am Queensland time. I had been up for a few hours, gotten my household chores out of the way, warned my Mother Redhead that I would be down to do grocery shopping earlier than normal so that I could be home, unpacked and ready to sit down and get treatment for my TTS: Trump Therapy Syndrome.
Life is so bloody miserable sometimes here in Aussie right, now that the Trumpster is like my happy pill. A Trump Rally energises me and makes me feel good, full of hope, joy and positivity. Despite my thousands of miles of geographic removal and my political status as a non voter and non resident, I cannot help but feel the upbeat enthusiasm from these proud and loving Americans .
Because you see, the American Republicans LOVE their President. They don’t just support him; they don’t just plan to vote for him; they don’t just turn up in the snow or icy cold Northern hemisphere Winter – they truly worship President Trump.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
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