Humour is as old as humanity itself. I am not sure if our ancient ancestors, clad in loincloths and whipping up another batch of ochre for their cave paintings, found amusement in the absurdity of life. But they must, sure as faith, be having a laugh at us now as we launch from one accusation of racism to another. They must think it very amusing that we now rate our value as humans on how long we have lived in a country when, back in the day, no such thing as a country even existed.
We were all part of the same brew, just painted with a different dye.
But back to humour, the point of today's ramblings.
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Independence Day, also known as the Fourth of July, is one of the most significant holidays in the United States.
It is a day filled with patriotic fervor, fireworks, parades, and barbecues, as Americans come together to commemorate the nation's independence. But what is the history behind this iconic celebration? I believe it is more. Much more than that.
The story of Independence Day begins on July 4, 1776, when the Second Continental Congress, comprised of delegates from the thirteen American colonies, adopted the Declaration of Independence.
Read more: The 4th of July - a Day that Means More than Fireworks, Fun and Festivities
Yes, let’s be honest. The days when the Italians, Greeks, Poles, Hungarians, Poms and Chinese all packed up and headed downunder or over yonder bear no resemblance to the current influx of migrants.
The 3 phases of population growth can be loosely tied down to the pre World War II, post WW2 and the here and now.
Society has changed and societal expectation has shifted from what ‘they can do for us ‘ to ‘what we can do for them.’
Read more: Settlers and Citizens, Immigrants and Invaders....... It is Time to be Honest
That was how speeches used to start many years ago.
I shudder to think how someone would even begin to speak today. The lunacy that has hijacked our world has become so bad that I often wonder how public figures commence a speech at all.
No one is brave enough to say what a woman is and people are afraid to announce that they have a boy or a girl. Having a son or daughter is no longer celebrated. In fact, I often wonder if the word " child " is next on the list of banned words.
People like me are so angry at what has happened to our world, and it seems that our governments are encouraging the downfall of everything we have worked towards.
Did you know that dogs, probably most of them, can read the road? Eddie could lean like a motorcycle rider on a curved road.d
I supposed it was a natural response to physical pressure of weighting to the left or right. This intrigued me enough to make an experiment to understand if the dog actually could read the road or simply responded to centrifugal forces.
On my route to town was a right-hand bend that passed over an old wooden bridge. There was also an old dirt section that went straight ahead bypassing the bridge.
To this day I carry guilt for that experiment of deception.
So many words are used these days ( even in this world of diminishing adjectives.) The young and less well-educated of our global population would no doubt tell us that something they like is awesome, wicked, cool, sick, hot, or some such other word that bears little relationship to its original meaning.
I would hate to have to write a dictionary for today's younger generation. How something can be cool and hot at the same time is beyond me. A young man may see a young woman and say " she is hot. " or " she is so cool. She is smoking hot " These phrases mean that a young man has just seen a particularly attractive female to whom he is sexually attracted.
I know exactly what they mean. But it caused me to ponder how our vocabularies have shrunk over the past few decades and how even our very spelling has become a shadow of its once glorious self.
Peter Jackson's 'Bad Taste': A Hilariously Twisted Journey into AbsurdityI have recently been watching ": Breaking Bad " - yes, I am a bit late to the party. Well, this article is not about that superb series ( that will be another piece once I have finished watching it ) but it is about a film I watched back in the late 80's.
It was called " Bad Taste. "
It was a B Grade low-budget movie, made in New Zealand, and had to be one of the most poorly acted, shockingly crazy gory bloodthirsty movies I have ever seen. And my daughters loved it.
Read more: Peter Jackson's 'Bad Taste': A Twisted Journey into Absurdity and Fun
New Federal draft legislation is afoot, that, if passed, will stomp upon the free expression of information online. What Australians can currently access and communicate, and the enabling platforms, will be suppressed, and erased. The heel of the governmental jackboot will be aimed at the throat, our throats — to preemptively crush the larynx of Truth. The blackened-sole of the rubber-tread hovers above, but we can still pivot, and evade the downward thrust.
Read more: TRUTH AS LIES, AND LIES AS TRUTH: The Communications Legislation Amendment
Once upon a time, in a land not too far away, there were two cities called Sodom and Gomorrah. These cities were known for their excessive indulgence and wicked ways. People lived life on the edge, throwing caution to the wind and embracing their darkest desires.
Now, word got out about these cities and their debauchery, reaching Heaven itself.
God decided that enough was enough. He sent two angels down to check out the situation firsthand and see if things were as bad as they sounded.
Back in 1997, I had a phone call. It was from someone I call the Chicken Man. I had not thought of him in decades, but a recent article about welding and a photo of a man holding a sign made me cast my mind back to that time when, one afternoon, I got asked a very important question:
" Do You Know How do you cook a Roast Chicken? "
It was an ordinary Saturday when the Chicken Man called me. I was bored and was feeling a bit down in the chops. Recently divorced., my social life was nonexistent and I was not into online dating.
While our political leaders are making merry with their power, the enemy is, like Hannibal and his elephants heading for Rome across the Alps, marching ever closer. We, like the people of ancient Babylon, sit by and watch helplessly as our leaders gloat and make merry.
Unfortunately, we are ignoring the elephant that is already in the room, the Labor leaders themselves—all of them Fabians.
We need a decisive leader such as Scipio Africanus, who finally defeated Hannibal and destroyed Carthage, Scipios Abbottus, Turnbullus et Morrisonus?—no way, Scipio Duttonus?—unlikely.
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