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What a mad and insane decision by the Australian Judicial system.

Was this made because of our believed and beloved “ beyond reasonable doubt” or because no doubt is reasonable?

For myself, a non Catholic,  I believe that this stinks of Political corruption. It has nothing to do with Justice. It has nothing to do with Beyond Reasonable Doubt. It has nothing to do with what is Right, Just, Fair or even the rule of Commonsense.

It has everything to do with what THEY want, what THEY wish to have happen and all I can say is “ who are THEY? “

I wrote an article some months ago about this and I now believe it has nothing to do with anything other than what THEY want to have as the outcome.

Cardinal Pell is the Fall Guy and he should never have looked in to the finances of the Vatican. Bottom line, he did his job and he was and is being punished for it.

This man was probably one of the only decent and honest members of the senior clergy – he was delving into the dark financial dealings of the Vatican.

He has now become the fall guy to, like Christ, take on his shoulders, all of the sins of the Catholic Church… and the Vatican will see him suffer for being without sin.

The former British Colony of Hong Kong is one of the biggest trading centres in the world. Trade is something HK should know a lot about: after all, it has been traded for centuries as a People and an area. Its status has been determined due to trade since the Opium Wars of the mid 19^th Century.

To understand what is happening in Hong Kong today, one has to go back nearly 200 years and understand its role in Trade. Then, and now, it is almost a keystone in an archway that leads from East to West and West to East.

If the archway of  Hong Kong falls, then the Southern Hemisphere is up for grabs. If you don’t believe me, have a read and consider this small land mass and the role it has played as a keystone in two centuries of history. And it all started with the Opium Wars.

You know how one day you just know it is time? You just get that feeling that it is time for the world to wake up? 

Well, I have that feeling. Right now.

I suspect that the world will wake up, instead of waking from a dream, the people will wake in to a Nightmare,'And, when it is exposed for what it is, it will be beyond horror.

It will no doubt be censored because it will be too hard to comprehend. Mark my words, we are about to go into Hell and we will not wish to be there . 

The Lefties will shriek and scream. But we are about to enter into a realisation that was so crazy and so beyond belief... but it will be real. 

Welcome to Hell.

The late great Premier of Queensland, Sir Joh Bjelke-Petersen is regarded as a hero and an anti-hero, depending upon what side of the political fence you sit. For myself, I always sat in the Joh camp and he and Lady Flo were the reason I left my beloved New Zealand to reside in Queensland. Across the ditch, away from my homeland.

Sir Joh was a Kiwi. He and his wife ruled this State with what I call a benevolent dictatorship. Now, I have always believed that the best form of government is a benevolent dictatorship. When the person in charge is only interested in what is best for the citizens, the people, then all is good. Government by the masses is doomed to failure.

Aesop's Fables, or the Aesopica, is a collection of fables credited to Aesop, a slave in Ancient Greece.  He was also a storyteller and lived around 600 BC. 

They always had a moral to the story, something which exists to this day : telling a tale to deliver a message. 

How times change. I found this old post from 2019 and realised that the world is now reaping the reward of an old fable that has been forgotten. 

It seems that these days, hard work is punished and idleness is rewarded. The end result, however, is very different.  To reward idleness and punish hard work will destroy our Free World. 

If we were all grasshoppers, we would surely perish. That is why countries like China like to keep plenty of ants on hand. Without the ants, the grasshoppers could not enjoy their life of privilege. 

I have the lurgy. The flu. The bot. The bug. The thing that makes you feel like crap and renders you incapable of thought other than to moan and groan about how bloody miserable I feel.

It all started when I went off with my Mum to commemorate my father’s passing.. Dad left us and we try to do something that celebrates his life. Well, Dad loved his Maccas. He did not enjoy the Maccas he had in the Invercargill McDonalds when he ordered a breakfast burger dripping in creamy mayonnaise and so saturated with body killing stuff that one could hardly taste the meat pattie, the cheese or the tomato sauce. As I recollect it had something to do with Jonah Lomu but I could be wrong.

We sat in the Invercargill Maccas and my Dad and I had ordered the breakfast burger. Mum ordered the pancakes and syrup.