I miss my little Jack Russell. A member of my family suggested that I look for another little Jack. I cannot do it.
My heart is still too full of grief to even contemplate a new companion. Not to mention that I am 90 years old and I am not necessarily able to do all of the things that I used to do with my old friend who passed away a few short months ago.
My little Jack Russell aged with me. We grew old together. As his knees became a bit stiff, so did mine.
How could I possibly take care of another dog?
Read more: Can we replace our loved ones?
Perhaps today, more than ever, we are being confronted with a barrage of injustices that challenge our ability to cope. As individuals and as a society. So much is making us angry, frustrated and wanting to cry out with indignation " it's not fair! "
Yet the left are yelling " Off with their heads! "
One calamity after another.... like living through a constant barrage on our senses and our sense of fair play and justice. Many people around the world are at an emotional breaking point. Yet we, from the rational right, are not advocating violence. As the left do repeatedly.
In 1837, the young Victoria ascended to the throne and became the Queen of the most powerful Empire in the world : the British Empire.
In the long ago days when Britannia ruled the waves, it also ruled much of the globe. Naïve and inexperienced, she reached out to the then prime minister, Lord Melbourne – who became her most trusted ally and advisor.
However, one thing that is certain. Queen Victoria was no “slave owner”, “murderer” or “racist”, as so many uneducated leftist activists proclaim.
Under her reign, slavery ended. Workers rights were established. Education for the masses was created.
Read more: I remember when... Britannia ruled the waves and helped get rid of the slaves
Today, we saw the passing of the old guard into the " new. "
A world where old traditions and decency have been put on the back bench and the new players are stepping up to the plate. People who have no sense of duty but only care about how " they " can help us. Which, in plain speak is " how we can help them "
For myself, The Queen is and was much like President Trump.
Surrounded by people who did not march to the same drum. People in governance who tried to bring them down.
Even members of families betrayed these two great people. No wonder they liked each other.
The lead photo shows the people who deserved our respect. Unlike others.
I woke up this morning to learn of the passing of Queen Elizabeth II. Of course, it was inevitable as a passing always is; but tragic and so sad when it actually happens.
The role that she has played in my life has always been significant, albeit from a distance. Her attributes of strength, duty and morality were constants and many could reflect on her dedication and perhaps regret that they did not follow her example.
For 70 years and 7 months, she was the ruling monarch and arguably the last of the classic era of ruling royalty.
When the Picasso exhibition was showing at the Art Gallery of NSW a number of years back, I accompanied Mrs Flysa despite my misgivings, which proved to be well-founded. The abstract paintings were stereotyped and uninspiring, and the relatively few attempts at portraiture appeared amateurish. The term sacred cow came to mind.
It was a relief to escape and view the magnificent works of the masters in nearby rooms. By comparison, The Sons of Clovis by Evariste Vital Luminais and The Defence of Rorke's Drift by Alphonse de Neuville, were as day is to night compared to Picasso.
At the end of February 2020, the global village began to shake on its foundations. The world was presented with a foreboding crisis, the consequences of which were incalculable. In a matter of weeks, everyone was gripped by the story of a virus—a story that was undoubtedly based on facts. But on which ones?
We caught a first glimpse of “the facts” via footage from China. A virus forced the Chinese government to take the most draconian measures. Entire cities were quarantined, new hospitals were built hastily, and individuals in white suits disinfected public spaces. Here and there, rumors emerged that the totalitarian Chinese government was overreacting and that the new virus was no worse than the flu.
Read more: The Psychology of Totalitarianism and Mass Formation
From California to France to Japan and beyond, nuclear power is all the rage suddenly.
The Wall Street Journal recently reported that California Gov. Gavin Newsom was spearheading an eleventh-hour effort to pass legislation to extend a lifeline to Diablo Canyon, a 2,250-megawatt nuclear plant that supplies some 8 percent of the energy produced in the Golden State.
Under pressure from lawmakers and environmental activists, the Pacific Gas and Electric Company (PG&E) agreed in 2016 to decommission Diablo when its operating licenses expire in 2024 and 2025. But in light of the recent energy policy environment, California lawmakers had second thoughts.
Read more: Why Nuclear Power Is (Quietly) Making a Big Comeback All Around the World
As time passes, we still get the usual collection of the bearded unwashed telling us how wrong we were/are for participating in any war because we should be celebrating peace.
These angry verbal shots are not the first, nor will they be the last salvos we ordinary grateful citizens will be subjected to by this ignorant element in our society. Ignore them and roll with the punches.
When one talks about the real angry shots and the peaceful scene of Port Philip Bay in Melbourne, Australia, on a calm and cloudy day, one does not normally connect the two in the same sentence but on 4th August 1914, and 5th September 1939, they did.
Read more: The first angry shots of World War I and World War II
A commenter on this site said that we are watching life through a looking glass.
This chance comment made one of our other contributors refers back to a quote from Lewis Carroll's book " Through the Looking Glass " and a quote from the Cheshire Cat.
He was talking with Alice, newly arrived in the land where insanity and nonsense prevailed. He said “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” “How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice. “You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”
In 1942, my wife’s Uncle was a metallurgist in Papua New Guinea. At the height of WW2 , he was living in the jungles of one of the hotbeds of the conflict. Unable to serve in the War due to being deaf ( years of working in a goldmine in New Zealand) he served in his own way by doing his bit and carrying on.
I found a transcript of his recollections of the time in Papua New Guinea during the war and I wanted to share it with you. It is typed as he shared it all those years ago. His time in the War in the jungle of Papua New Guinea.
Here is his story of walking out of the jungles of PNG in 1942. As a courtesy. I have omitted parts that could identify him or his family.
Read more: To find freedom, sometimes you have to climb mountains
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