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I have been moved to write about one of the world's most iconic food staples - the Hamburger. It all started when I went down to see my daughter this morning at Redhead's place ( Mum for those of you who don't know that ) and we sat around chatting, yarning on and convened the knitting circle of " Memory Lane. "

And we started talking about a lady called Betty. But that comes later in my story.  Bear with me. Betty and her burger are what has happened today. When money becomes more important than the people who  started it.

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In the midst of the most terrible time in our history, even worse than Whitlam or WW2, our country is crying out for a Moses to emerge and lead us out of the wilderness. I rate our present plight as worse than WW2 because at least in that era we were all pulling together for the sake of Australia.

This cannot be said today. Leading up to Federation we had such a man. Someone whose name is probably unfamiliar.

Yet, it was people like him who created the Australia that we knew and loved. A country that gave us pride and showed us that a strong back and a good work ethic could start a revolution. 

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Back in 2019, I read an article on  ( shudder ) ABC  I don’t normally go anywhere near that viper pit of leftist lunacy but I received an email from a friend who felt that I should read this particular article.

Well, as I said to him, it made my blood boil with anger.

What kind of country have we turned into?

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When I went down to see my daughter this morning, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde on the lovely side of 50, we spoke about saxophones, sand dunes, and tiny teddies.

We spoke about how life has changed. How things just ain't what they used to be. 

Yes, they were strange things to talk about but, bear with me, it will all make sense in the end.

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Back in 1904, HG Wells wrote a short story about a man who stumbled into a forgotten kingdom where everyone was blind. He thought that would give him incredible power because he possessed something that they did not. The ability to see.

He soon learned that his gift of sight was seen by the villagers as an affliction of the brain that must be caused by two things on his head that he called eyes. They pitied him and, instead of being a gift, the eyes were perceived as a curse, an illness and a disturbance of his brain.

It did not take long before the man realised that, when surrounded by the blindness of ignorance, knowledge itself was an enemy to be ousted and eradicated.

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From the beginning of the Covid panic, it felt that something was very wrong. Never had a pandemic, much less a seasonal pathogenic wave, been treated as a quasi-military emergency requiring the upending of all freedoms and rights. 

What made it more bizarre was how alone those of us who objected felt until very recently when Elon Musk finally bought the platform Twitter, fired all the embedded federal agents, and has started to release the files. 

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World poverty is a burden to be shared, but there is another principle now widely recognized. Poor countries will emerge from poverty only when they take full charge of their own destiny.” 

The 2017 comedy Daddy’s Home 2 has become one of my family’s favorite Christmas movies.

One of the reasons the movie is such a hit is that it has not one but two hilarious scenes featuring one of the greatest Christmas Songs ever written:

“Do They Know It’s Christmas.”

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Some years ago, I was sitting at my dinner table with my family. It was just before Christmas. We were enjoying our normal Sunday Roast dinner and sticky date pudding for dessert. Our Sunday nights were very special to us as a family and we enjoyed them whilst we embraced the joy of unity of companionship and love.
But, that Sunday night, there was a knock at the door. We were not expecting visitors and it seemed strange... was it someone bearing bad news? 
My daughter said " Dad, you answer it. "  

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Samuel Pepys is probably the most famous diarist in history and his words are treasured throughout the English speaking world. A politician from the 1600's, he captured the spirit and soul of Britain in those days of an era  we no longer recognise. Though, in some cases, perhaps we do, all rather too well.

As I sit here today, pondering my continuing annoying partially crippled state ( due to a rather unpleasant insect bite on my toe ) and inability to wander happily down to my car or take a stroll somewhere further than the rubbish bin, I read Mr Pepys most excellent diary entries for Christmas Day and Boxing Day 1663. 

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Only minutes before midnight on Christmas Eve, 1953, the engine driver  of the Wellington  to Auckland express train will notch back  to walking pace  in a remote area of New Zealand's North Island's 'volcanic plateau. Most passengers  will be sleeping.

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 As Christmas approaches, I wonder what presents we may get this year. 
 
Justice might be a good start. But that is probably too much to hope for. I found myself thinking back on a wonderful poem I read about the Christmases we " enjoyed " in the lockdown and mask years. Times we would like to forget but should NEVER forget.
 
How the politician grinches stole Christmas and much more besides. So here is a tale that I found and pop up for your pleasure. Maybe Santa will bring us some good news... particularly if he is this sort of Bad Santa...

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