Patriot Realm

Comedy is hard because wokeism has moved almost beyond satire. This has required me to take seriously Melbourne’s Enterprise Professor Bruce Pascoe, the ABC’s favourite Aborigine. For example, he’s been advocating that we meat-eaters cut planet-wrecking CO2 emissions by gathering roadkill for the table.

My 500th essay went up on Quadrant Online last week, all searchable on my public archive. Years ago I had in mind retiring at the 500th, but doing these things is a nice hobby for an 83-year-old in his lean and slippered pantaloon, so I’ve re-set the target to 1000.

My first QO essay was on January 30, 2012, titled, “Sinking, sinking not: Tuvalu”. Climate lies are so entrenched that in my 501st essay 12 years later, I’m still pointing out that Tuvalu’s area is expanding.[1] Even Russ Skelton’s RMIT/ABC Fact Check has joined me to combat the ‘drowning islanders’ meme. My piece included some mirthy material from the 2009 Copenhagen climate conference:

People who live lives that are out of the ordinary run the risk of being hailed by succeeding generations as legends, and of having the most intimate details of their lives scrutinized. All of us leave public records that may in the future be used to piece together our lives for better or for worse, though at the time we never consider that possibility. 

Big Brother and others have tabs on us even in death. Hannah Glennon, ‘Red Jack’ of horse breaking, droving and bush racing fame, would no doubt be totally perplexed by the interest shown in her today, as she never sought fame. She would also be horrified by the public airing of her dirty linen (she was a laundress at one stage) gleaned through official records; such, however, is the price of fame.

It is a long lamented sadness that we are now governed by people who care not for us or our Nations, but for themselves. Too few nations have Statesmen at the helm Too many of our so called leaders are merely opportunists who are more focused on opinion polls and less focused on doing what is right for their country.

Therein lies the entire problem. Focus gro ups, social media " persuaders " and self interested career politicians care more about their fat pay cheques than they do about b uilding a Nation and bus ilding a future for which we can all be proud.

Take a walk or stroll ( if you are allowed these days )  through a park in a town or city: it is filled with trees and memorials to those who saw past the 5 year plan or the next election cycle. It is gently shaded by magnificent oaks and triumphant majesty borne from visionaries who thought, not of themselves, but of their children and grandchildren and many generations yet to come.

While antisemitism convulses Australia, the Human Rights Commission runs dead. One reason is its pro-Hamas fifth column – on one estimate it totals more than 20 per cent of staff.

They intimidate and insult their HRC President Rosalind Croucher (above) with impunity. Some turn up for work in keffiyehs. Imagine a Jew going to the HRC in Sydney about racist threats, and greeted by staff in Palestine headgear!

 Meanwhile Croucher strives to placate her insurrectionists while issuing blancmange condemnations pairing “antisemitism and Islamophobia”. An odd coalition now want the HRC axed and/or Croucher defenestrated. [thrown out the window ]

As our youngsters sit behind their computers or have radical leftist doctrines shoved down their throats, it is time to remember what we are truly capable of, if we set our minds to the task. 

These days, parents won't let their kids go to the corner shop alone. 

It’s 1932 and Australia is in the grip of the Great Depression. One in three workers is unemployed.

Decrepit shanty towns hug the outskirts of the big cities.  Much like today. 

Out in rural Australia, a 9 year old boy works to keep his family afloat. All the while helped by his best friend, a pony named Ginger Mick.

He embarked on a journey that would be unheard of today. Back then, he was just going for a ride....