Patriot Realm

I have to wonder if love means the same thing to everyone. It is such a wonderful word. 

My old Sunday School teacher told me God was love. 

People these days say that love is about sex. It is not. In my opinion.  

Love is such a tricky word really. 

I used to regard the government as extremely inept/incompetent, fairly corrupt, and facing incentives that pushed institutions/officials to be generally corrupt and inept.

Now, I regard the government as fundamentally evil on par with other classical evil regimes throughout human history — something made clear by the government’s behavior during the pandemic.

It was August 31st 1997 and I was working as a guard in a maximum security male prison in Queensland Australia. 

One of the prisoners came up to me and said " Miss. You need to come with me and sit down. I have some bad news. " 

I had often spoken about my respect for Princess Diana and used her as a role model for men and women. I suggested to the prisoners that she was brave, frightened and prepared to confront life in a way many of us could never do. I used her as an example of someone who, despite wealth and luxury, had been dealt a hard hand in life but she had always stumped up to the plate and faced unfairness with dignity. 

I went with my fellow officer into the living area that about 8 prisoners shared. They were strangely subdued. Quiet. Almost anxious. 

" Miss, it just came across on the radio. Princess Diana is dead. " 

Someone sent me a link to a prize home raffle. Win a home at Marcus Beach on the beautiful Sunshine Coast. Queensland, Australia. One of the most magnificent places on earth. 

The house is lovely. Worth nearly $3 million. Who wouldn't want to buy it?  Own it? Win it? I mean, what is there not to like? 

Except, on the website, it says that the house is on aboriginal land. Yep. You got it. You may win the house but you don't own the land? As James Morrow says, " Come on, man! " 

If this Voice " referendum gets up, who knows who will own what. All I can say is that I will own two tenths of bugger all and the aboriginals will own 1 tenth of bugger all and the government and the WEF will own everything. because ownership of bugger all is well,,,, bugger all. 

In a nutshell, we will own nothing but we won't be happy. 

Now they tell us:

…big spending on renewables needed, says report

Australia must find $1.5 trillion by the end of the decade to meet 2050 green targets in an effort experts say would need to mirror the reconstruction of Europe after World War II.

—  By Nick Evans, The Australian

Until five minutes ago (or at least the last election), wind and solar power were the future — they were unstoppable because free energy paid for itself and was getting cheaper every year. (Cheaper than free!) Now, we’re out of the mists of the fairy garden; a few passengers on the top floor of the Carbon Bus can see the cliff coming. Suddenly we’ve gone from “it’ll save money” to needing $1,500 billion dollars or 1.5 million suitcases of a million dollars each, which is quite a lot in a land of 26 million people. It works out to be $57,000 each from every man, woman, pensioner, and baby, and we need it in the next seven years. So that’s a quarter of a million dollars from every family of four.

It was over 35 years ago that I took my 12 year old daughter to a concert and she was thrilled. I had secretly bought tickets to a rock concert that was so dreadfully wicked and controversial: Yes, I bought tickets to see Alice Cooper and my 12 year old daughter was beyond excited. She could not believe that HER mother had done something so outrageous, so exciting, so thrilling and so amazing. 

I was deemed the best mother in the world. In fact, I had even bought her a new dress for the occasion. Her friends were going to be green with envy and it was going to be the best night of her life. 

From my point of view, I was dreading it. Two hours drive to the entertainment centre, an hour wandering around buying T-shirts and seeing my daughter wide-eyed and bushy tailed and soooo in love with Alice Cooper!  Oh, give me strength to endure the evening. 

My daughter was in love. Head over heels in love with the image of Alice Cooper.