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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.

Some time ago , Raymond F Peters passed from this life into a new realm. One that embraces his love of life, decency and all that is worthwhile.  He retired from writing not too long ago and here we have the recognition of Shaydee's father passing. 

I had not intended to ever post this. But it just feels right. 

This dear man gave so much and asked for so little. He used to say that all he wanted was a bit of love and tenderness. Which he received in spades from his family.

He wrote here and his words were those of wisdom, insight and passionate belief in all that is good and worthy.  He was and will always be a man… a MAN.

Raymond F Peters was pure male. He was your father, your brother, your cousin, your Uncle and your SELF. He stood for all decent men and all men who cared about their wives, daughters and female relatives. He cared about men and the young men who would come after him.

New Zealand weightlifter Laurel Hubbard won two gold medals at the recent Pacific Games. Hubbard, 41, was born as a bloke named Gavin. Laurel took double gold in the women’s over-87kg category at the Samoa 2019 games.

Some people feel that this is tantamount to cheating. If Gavin couldn’t win as a bloke, they say, then “ Laurel”  might win in the women’s division.

Up until 2003, Gavin would have to have had his bits and pieces chopped off (also known as reassignment surgery) plus undergoing at least 2 years of hormone therapy in order to be eligible to compete. Now, surgery is no longer required.

Apparently, it is now all about testosterone and the Olympic Committee (IOC) criteria regarding testosterone levels for transgender athletes.