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Malcolm Turnbull, by trying to destroy decent people, destroyed what little integrity he had left. His venom has hurt no one but himself. The ABC, by supporting his hatred, has highlighted their disregard for Australia and Australians. 

It has been an extraordinary display of childish, nasty and incredibly vicious tendencies from a man who was leading our Nation for no other reason than we allowed him to be the schoolyard bully. Malcolm - putting the TURD and BULL shit into the spotlight.

One day, he may reflect on this book and its release and wonder why the hell he did it. Or is he so delusional that he still thinks that he was right? 

I cannot help but think of the great poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow  when I consider the world today. Paul Revere, that famous Patriot who rode so valiantly to warn of the impending attack by the then enemy. The British.  

Yet today, we are faced with a far greater enemy and this enemy is attacking with much more vigour and cunning.

And it all comes down to money. The fiat petrodollar. Where Paul Revere was a Silversmith, it is gold that today may be our salvation – but it still requires a rider of enormous stamina and bravery to bring us all to that place we wish to call home.  And so I will tell you a story about money. Because it is ALWAYS about money. Just with the British in the War of Independence, everything is always about money.

The petrodollar is any U.S. dollar paid to oil-exporting countries in exchange for oil. The dollar is the preeminent global currency. As a result, all international transactions, including oil, are priced in dollars. Oil-exporting nations must receive dollars for their exports, not their own currency.

President Trump has always been keen to return to the Gold standard. He said:

“Bringing back the gold standard would be very hard to do—but boy, would it be wonderful. We’d have a standard on which to base our money.”

John Steinbeck wrote a book back in the 1960’s about when a man is discontent about something that is so important to him, he changes into a different man,    looks at things differently,    says new words. 

We have entered that winter of discontent.