The PR Blog

Back in 2016, millions, from throughout America and around the world, rejoiced when President Trump defeated the favourite, Hillary Clinton.

Millions more cried, screamed and raged tears of unfettered agony to learn that their beloved Hillary had lost the unlosable election.

We enjoyed 4 years of relative calm on the warfront and global economies seemed to prosper. Inflation was low and life was good. But along came the " pandemic. " 

If we believed everything we read, we would probably all be dead. Or worse, vaccinated.

These days, for the vaccinated, it must be like waiting to die every day. 

I truly feel sorry for them because they believed in what they were told by the government and the media. But it is not a new phenomenon. It has been with us for a very long time.

The manipulation of truth has been with us since some stupid bugger came up with the idea of having a government.

And we have been fed lies ever since. All veiled and sugar coated in that thing called "Puffery."

Consider this.

Valentine's Day. The time of year when love is in the air, and florists start seeing dollar signs. But have you ever stopped to wonder how this holiday of hearts, flowers, and overpriced chocolates came to be?

Legend has it that Valentine's Day traces its roots back to ancient Rome. There are a couple of different origin stories floating around, but one involves a Christian martyr named St. Valentine who was executed by Emperor Claudius II for secretly marrying couples against his decree. 

Another tale suggests that Valentine was a rebel saint who defied the Emperor's orders and continued to perform marriages in secret because, well, love conquers all. 

St. Valentine, the mysterious figure at the heart of Valentine's Day, has captured the imagination of romantics and historians alike. While the details of his life are shrouded in mystery and legend, his legacy as the patron saint of love and affection has endured through the ages.

In Australia and across the world, hard working ants are seeing a plague of grasshoppers - who consume at such a fierce rate of knots that a Canberra parliamentary smorgasbord would disappear faster than a fact in an ABC documentary about climate change.

And a Washington DC or a Wellington Beehive could cut off the food and shut down the bain marie faster than Hunter Biden issuing some pipes to use for rather strange reasons and his father shutting down pipes that could have saved America.

Let us be honest:

Well, I bit the bullet last week. It was time to retire my old " office in a cupboard " and expand my computing needs to a more expansive space. 

New computers. Tick. Truck booked to take the old furniture way. Tick. Happy days! Second hand desks bought and ready to be delivered. There was only one problem:

Some poor bugger had to clean out the old stuff and get ready for the changeover. 

No wonder I have put it off for twenty years.