When I was a kid, I used to go to the movies on a Saturday morning. Or, as my late Uncle ( Mum's brother ) used to call it, The Flicks. Others called it “ The Pictures “ or “ The cinema” … no matter, we went to see a movie and it cost a shilling. In fact, I had friends who called it the Flea House, though I never really understood why.
We would all sit down in our seats, the lights would dim and a movie of a Lady on a horse would appear. We would stand up for the Lady on the horse and sing about saving the Queen. Only after we had sung about how wonderful she was and how important it was that we love our country, only then, could we sit down again and wait for the lady with the ice creams to come around.
It was magical. The crowded theatre; the Lady on the horse, the lady with the ice creams and the lady with the torch that led latecomers to their seats.
Read more: Saturday Morning at " The Flicks "
If we do not have the support of friends, or mates as we call them here in Australia, we cannot survive. It is a simple fact of life.
We read things like ' No man is an island " and know that this simple statement is a statement of fact.
Without our mates, or buddies as they are called in America, it is hard to survive the bad times.
It must be difficult for kids today. No mates, no buddies, no chums ( for the Brits ) and all you have is social media and a peer group that encourages you to cut your balls off, cut your breasts off and, suddenly, you will be a hero.
It must be tough to grow up today, in this world where bearded women are normal and men can beat the snot out of a woman at the Olympics and that is heralded by society as the way of the future.
Thomas Pritchard, Australia's last "Rat of Tobruk" has passed away at the age of 102. Pritchard was part of the famous garrison who held the Libyan port against a furious Nazi siege in World War II. The Rats of Tobruk Association announced Pritchard's death on Saturday, honouring his service to his country.
I would venture to say that the two most famous and well known phrases of our military history are “Gallipoli” and “The Rats of Tobruk”. One was a magnificent defeat. The other was a magnificent triumph.
Field Marshall Sir William Slim, 13th Governor General of Australia and at the time, General commanding the 14th Army said after the triumph over the Japanese at Milne Bay that “…..Some of us may forget that, of all the Allies, it was the Australians who first broke the invincibility of the Japanese army and it was the Australians who first broke the invincibility of the German army.”
In speaking of the defeat of the German Army he was speaking about Tobruk. 14,000 Australian soldiers embarked on an eight month siege defending the harbour town of Tobruk, beginning on April 10-11 1941.
Read more: The Rats of Tobruk: " They lived like rats and they fought like lions "
Imagine a world with no government.
I have to wonder: would that be such a bad thing? Government has not been our friend for some time, has it?
When we think of anarchy, the image that often springs to mind is one of lawless mayhem, a world without rules or structure. Anarchy is defined as a state of society without government or law. Political and social disorder due to the absence of governmental control.
Which brings me to today's topic. That of anarchy. Selective governance and the shadow world between anarchy and governance. For that is where we are.
These days, we are living in parallel societies. Where the rules only apply to those who follow them. The rest? Hell, it is open season for lawlessness.
When you think about it, it is almost as if our governments want to piss us off. They are doing absolutely everything they can to make the masses so angry that we will rise up and say " No. No more. "
" How about we start with stuffing the country up by bringing in foreigners from different countries? "
" Let's really make it interesting and make sure that they have absolutely nothing in common with the people who live in the country. the most important thing is that they are as different as possible to the citizens. Different ethnicity, different culture, different religion. Anything goes as long as it is the opposite to the current population. "
My father passed 9 years ago on the 4th of August. Just before dawn the other night, there was the hint of a thunderstorm. Not big. Just a rumble in the sky and some distant lightning.
Mum ( Redhead) lay snuggled in bed with her male Manx cat ( his sister was sound asleep on Redhead's magic massage chair ) and he purred and asked for a reassuring rub on his belly and a kiss. A nudge from his head to remind her that he was there.
It took me back to the days when Dad used to wake up in the early hours and ask Redhead " Would you like a cup of tea? " and they would sit together and chat and enjoy the dawn hours together, with a nice cup of tea. Those early morning hours, before dawn, when the world was still quiet and full of hope and expectation of a good day.
For so many of us, our early mornings are precious. The world is born again in a new day.
Read more: Manx Cats, Love, Loyalty and Devotion. Oh, and Dawn. We Cannot Forget Dawn.
When Kamala Harris catapulted to the top of the Democratic ticket, one might have anticipated her policies and opinions to be the most likely topics for discussion. While some of these issues have cropped up in the media, oddly, the most heavily discussed subject regarding the vice president has been her laugh. Some are vociferously defending it; others wonder aloud what’s so funny.
The only reason such a topic would rise to the forefront with so many disparate opinions is that there is something strange about it. When Mrs. Harris was just the vice president, her unusual laughter was noted and derided. Now, with the prospect of her becoming president of the United States, it’s more concerning. And the chatter is only increasing.
When I was a young child, I read a book about overcoming adversity. Back in the 1960's adversity was something that meant more than being called names. It was something that challenged body mind and spirit, all at the same time.
June Opie, born in New Zealand in 1924, is remembered for capturing the human spirit’s resilience against one of the most feared diseases of the 20th century—polio. Polio, or poliomyelitis, was a highly infectious disease that could cause paralysis and even death. During the first half of the 20th century, polio outbreaks were frequent and devastating, particularly affecting children.
Opie was diagnosed with polio in 1947 while she was in England. Her life changed drastically when the disease paralysed her, leaving her unable to move or breathe on her own. At the time, the medical response to polio was limited, and for many, a diagnosis meant permanent disability or death.
Across the Tasman, in Australia, a young self trained Nurse, had an idea.
It was derided. Yet she persevered. Both women fought adversity and never used a Diversity, Equity or Inclusion card. No. They were strong, spirited fighters. They fought. Here is their story.
At dawn today (30th July) mid-winter in sunny Queensland, it was zero degrees on the lawn outside our kitchen and the small water tub for our chooks was iced over.
Every morning, as soon as it gets light, Judy puts a winter coat over her jamas, adds gloves, glasses, rubber boots, a beanie and a walking stick (icy grass is very slippery). She then trudges down the hill to check any new-born lambs and then lets the sheep out of their dingo-proof night-camp into their paddock for the day. As soon as they are let out, they dribble into a long line and, led by the wisest old ewe, they wend their way across the frosty flat and then make their way up the hill to the highest point facing the morning sun.
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