Daylight Saving – the dumbest idea since the invention of dehydrated water.
I mean, seriously, what an idiotic and stupid concept: Turn the clocks back one hour and your miraculously save daylight? Well, no, you don’t. It is still daylight for exactly the same amount of time and it is still dark for precisely the same amount of time as it would have been before you changed the clock. So what are we actually “ saving “?
Daylight saving is like Jetlag on steroids. It messes up our natural body clocks and is as confusing to our bodies as an appointment with a gender therapist who votes democRAT….
Read more: Daylight Saving - Saving Watt?
I lost my father a while ago and it was one of the saddest days of my life. This father, dear friend and stalwart defender and critic of me and MY life, passed away and I have not seen him since.
But I have felt his presence. Almost everyday and almost always when I need him most.
I read a tweet today on twitter from a man who was spending a day alone, his late Mother’s birthday and he was finding it very difficult. I wanted to let him know that he is not alone. And he doesn’t need to shut her out because she has passed.
The democRATs have just moved forward with their witch hunt on President Trump and are hell bent on demonising the most successful President in living memory.
Is this a trick or a treat?
For myself, being a great supporter of President Donald J Trump, I rather suspect that there is a trick and a treat at stake here...and the democRATs don't realise that they are about to eat garlic soup..
I just got off the phone from speaking with a man who is so inspirational and full of common sense that I have to write about it. He spoke in such simple and easy words, but with such passion and knowledge. He is 77 years old and he is dangerous. Very, very dangerous.
By Ellan Vannin. Many decades ago, I was a young girl in a rural school in New Zealand.
It was a tough community – one of the most multicultural societies in the country. We had white kids, Maori kids, Chinese kids, Hindu kids and poor kids and rich kids.
All shades of grey . and all manner of socio economic classes threaded in to those culturally diverse sub sets.
Not that long ago there were certain subjects that were kept private. You spoke about them if it was absolutely necessary. Today I am embarrassed when I hear the Host on a TV show talking about personal subjects of both men and women. We all know what happens each month to women but when you hear it spoken about on live TV and then to crown it off to hear that Men have the same problem every month, it is beyond belief.
I have just finished reading one of the most heartbreaking stories about a brave father’s fight to save his son.
No, the little lad is not ill, but he is being made ill by a woman who appears to have the lunatic left behind her and will seemingly stop at nothing to get what she wants… to turn her son into a girl.
And she is a Doctor. Yes, a pediatrician no less.
Today you hear of so many incidents, I cannot call them stories , of cruelty , neglect and down right 'don't give a damn " that you get to the stage where you say , please don't go into the details it is too upsetting. I can't listen to any more distressing tales of what some one has done to a child, an animal, or an elderly person.
Shagging in the streets of Germany. When I saw it, I could not decide whether I was shocked , nauseated or simply beyond shocked or horrified. The thing that got me the most was my reaction: how would I have felt had I seen this when I was out doing my shopping today?
As has been the case since the beginning of the now iconic “ Trump Rallies “ I watched on RSBN and got my dose of therapy from the sheer energy of President Trump, his supporters and his ability to create a “ vibe”. The atmosphere is beyond belief. As I sit, in my living room, thousands of miles away, as a non American, I marvel at this man and how he can lift my spirits.
When all seems hopeless here in Australia when my faith in Politicians and Leaders is at an all time low, I watch a Trump Rally and I feel happy, excited and hopeful for the future. How the hell does he do it?
I guess HE doesn’t. I do. But he EMPOWERS me to do it.
Last night, I watched a segment from Alan Jones on Skynews. He was talking about the drought.
Something that the city dwellers do not understand and seemingly choose not to understand, want to understand or even see. My heart broke as I saw this seasoned and professional broadcaster, who came from the Land, nearly break down in tears at what is happening to our farmers, our animals and our People from the bush.
This morning, I read a series of comments on social media that made me realise that, when Feather Douglas wrote some months ago, about the Great Divide, she was spot on.
Read more: Welcome to Australia - land of drought and flooding rains
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