I love all God's Creatures but I must admit to an affinity with some more than others. There is something about the cat that makes me suspect that it sashayed up the boarding ramp onto Noah's Ark before every other living thing because it just knew that it was the king of the beasts. Ignore for a moment that most domestic moggies are distant cousins 700 times removed from the lion; the cat instinctively knows that it is descended from the king of the jungle and that is all there is to say about that.
The 8th of August is International Cats Day so I feel it is worth celebrating our life with cats. And dogs.
Read more: Cats and Dogs - an essay
The Olympic Games were held in Melbourne between 22nd November and 8th December, 1956. The first time they had ever been held in the Southern Hemisphere. Australia’s sporting prowess was well known world-wide through the triumphs of out tennis players and cricketers but when it came to Olympic sports we were virtually unknown despite our success in all Olympiads since the inception of the modern era. The simple fact was that generally speaking Olympic sports were not huge spectator sports in Australia so the world wondered what this little nation of 9 million people and 170 million sheep at the bottom of the world was thinking about when it had the audacity to apply to stage the Olympic Games.
Read more: I remember when.... Melbourne hosted the 1956 Olympics
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 Luminaisand The Defence of Rorke's Drift by Alphonse de Neuville, were as day is to night compared to Picasso.
Claiming to save the world from the global warming ghosts, climate alarmists are smashing our future with Green Wrecking Balls.
One day, when sanity returns to the world, we will be able to tell a future generation, “We were here when science lost touch with reality. We were here when the medical profession lost its mind. We were here when feelings displaced biology.”
Yes, we will get to tell the shocking story unless, of course, our society completely falls apart and self-destructs. Otherwise, we will get to bear witness to these days of societal madness and insanity.
For over 100 years our country’s economy was wrought from gold. The gold that was mined from the ground and the gold that came from the golden fleeces of our unique strains of merino sheep. The common expression was that Australia rode on the sheep’s back.
The 4th of August marks the 6th anniversary of my father's passing. He was married to Redhead for 65 years and they enjoyed a marriage that was firey, fulfilling and fun. It was a marriage of two Geminis and, to those of you who follow the stars, that portends a rather tempestuous and exciting relationship.
Redhead and Raymond F Peters were and are individual characters of a calibre rarely seen these days. They have and had determination, self-will and a strong belief in what is right and what is wrong.
While we celebrate the life and death of people who have the conviction and self-confidence to stand up for what is fair, then all is good in the world.
When that strength is stifled and the voices suffocated, we must hear alarm bells ring and the church bells tolling the death knell of our civilisation.
Read more: Peace Love and Harmony - even when it takes a shovel
Over the past few days, we have had issues with disqus deciding that certain people are banned, or unable to log in.
We have experienced posters being banned because a third party has decided that our comments sometimes offend someone.
Threats of being banned from the platform...
Things are not good.
I read with great delight the article on Saturday from Possum Nana about her wonderful childhood memories of a caring and loving mother and how her fondest recollections were of this saintly Florence Nightingale figure sweeping in and out of her life and how she has memories of this idyllic angel.
Well, let me tell you, that. as a child and adult, I share those memories. But with one big difference. Redhead was and is a fierce woman. A giant of a woman ( dispite her diminutive stature without high heels ) and how mothers can be both the Florence Nightingale and the Queen Bodicea all rolled into one. My Mum Redhead is just such a woman.
You do NOT cross Redhead!
" I have many vices but thankfully gambling is not one of them."
I wrote this as a comment on the blog a while ago and I was alerted to the fact that this was, in actual fact a strange thing to say.
I had to step back and consider this statement. A comment, made in haste, suddenly put under the microscope of public opinion.
The keywords of course are vice and gambling.
So, what is a vice and what is a gamble?
When, on 20th April 1653, Oliver Cromwell blasted the Rump Parliament in Britain, he gave a speech that could well be delivered in Parliaments around the world today. His passionate words were those of a man who had had a gutful of the lying, self-serving people who were betraying their country to get a slice of a very corrupt and tainted pie.
When I re-read this speech this morning, I could not help but think that it is time for a global cleanout of the cesspits we call Parliament and how our Politicians are overfed vultures feeding on the Carcass of the People they were elected to protect and represent.
On 6 and 9 August 1945, the United States detonated two atomic bombs over the…
70 hits
RATTY NEWS SPECIAL REPORT THE PROFESSOR PECK PHENOMENON How Dusty Gulch University Accidentally Created the…
195 hits
Barefoot in the Grass: The Last Lesson My Father Taught Me My father passed away…
234 hits
Thomas Pritchard, Australia's last "Rat of Tobruk" passed away at the age of 102 on…
225 hits
From immigration policy to identity politics, energy to ideology - the erosion of Western society…
278 hits
Twenty-Five Teenagers. One Mother. What Could Possibly Go Wrong? When I was about twelve years…
257 hits
Swish, Swish... Off With Their Heads When I was a young lass, I was a…
253 hits
Mystery Deepens: Who Are the Chookhouse Four? By Roderick (Whiskers ) McNibble, Chief Investigative Correspondent,…
255 hits
The sea doesn’t warn you. It doesn’t care who you are, what rank you hold,…
304 hits
The Census Came for the Quiet Ones I have just finished the Australian Census. Had…
2765 hits
In a fast-changing Australia, where new cultures and identities weave fresh threads into our ever…
315 hits
“Every tyrant must begin by claiming to have what his victims respect and to give…
337 hits
At nine years old, I felt the silence of the lambs, long before I knew…
306 hits
While the new aces argue about the runway, the old crew still knows how to…
349 hits
Howling into the Abyss of Settler-Colonial Absurdism A Decolonial Reading of "The Werewolves of Dusty…
297 hits
RATTY NEWS SPECIAL INVESTIGATION THE WEREWOLVES OF DUSTY GULCH Project Howl, the Hacked Rolling Pin,…
378 hits
The Ghost Returns The first thing he noticed was the silence. Not the silence of…
344 hits
A Dream Needs a Driver: Sir William Hamilton, the Jet Boat, and the Men Who…
368 hits
When I tell people I’m a beek, inevitably the first thing they say is, “Yes,…
387 hits
He stood on top of the world - literally. But Sir Edmund Hillary never saw…
366 hits
The Basement at Yekaterinburg When People Become Symbols, History Takes a Dark Turn On the…
391 hits
In many Western countries today, we often speak of multiculturalism as though traditions no longer…
371 hits
RATTY NEWS EXCLUSIVE THE DUCKS WHO KNEW TOO MUCH How the Mysterious Death of the…
355 hits
In a world that seems determined to teach us to hate our countries, I remember…
423 hits
When the Bush Is No Longer Enough Just days after Sam Neill's passing on 13…
449 hits
Why Churchill Still Matters in Australia: Blunt Voices, Shared Goals, and the Fight for a…
438 hits
Bastille Day, Artificial Intelligence, and the New Reign of Terror The guillotine has gone digital.…
430 hits
How a turned head, a washing machine, and a handful of extraordinary coincidences made me…
411 hits
RATTY NEWS FILM REVIEW Dracula the Emu No Stakes... No Steaks... No Hope. Reviewed by…
455 hits
A 94-year-old’s heartfelt plea about cruelty to animals, the neglect of children and the elderly,…
422 hits
No, Sire. It Is a Revolution. It's easy to forget, but revolutions don't just fall…
420 hits