The PR Blog

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.