With regard to those hard working farmers (God Bless them) being invaded by Animal Rights Activists, it would seem the best remedy is to select the leader in these lawless groups and tar and feather them. That’s a good old response that always works, if the authorities are too scared to do anything.
Modify one of those machines that fires tennis balls to take eggs instead.
If it’s good enough for Fraser Anning, it’s got to be good enough for vegans!
Absolutely! The police have indicated that egging isn’t a criminal offence (or does that only apply if the victim is “extreme right?”
Tell the politicians that the renewable energy, anti-fossil fuels transition is almost impossible to achieve.
We are being deceived and they are ignorant fools.
Worth remembering when considering the value of any poll. result.
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu won an historic fifth term in Israeli’s national elections Tuesday, with his Likud Party narrowly edging the opposition Blue and White Party and the right-wing bloc of parties likely to form the next government.
Yet the New York Times had declared the election a “setback” for Netanyahu, based on exit polls that showed Likud losing by a substantial margin to the opposition, led by former Israel Defense Forces (IDF) chief of staff Benny Gantz.
The wombat requiring a name in todays CM should be called Erl
The attacks on ANZAC DAY are beginning with this piece of utter lunacy:
Amazing, especially when our pollies have been telling us loudly and repeatedly, “we shall not these terror attacks affect our way of life, for if we do, they have won”.
Seems the Moslems have won after all, in affecting our way of life in Australia.
I reckon it’s more about tripping or falling
over in their high heels in dawn’s early light . I also think that the commanders are tripping; just not sure what on.
Lets hear what Bernard Gaynor has to say about this one.
RE: Julian Assange
“That has nothing to do with us, it has to do with the United States,” Australian Prime Minister Scott Morrison told the country’s ABC television network.”
On ya Squirmo. Showing an Aussie overseas the same contempt you do to Aussies at home. Bravo. “That” and “us” – freudian slip?
There are about 12 and a half million private cars in Australia and about 4000 odd days til the year 2030 .. about 3125 electric cars/day .. The greens have no idea.. please send this to as many people as possible .. Thankyou
The ‘Fake News’ MSM and shonky polling outfits would have us believe that One Nation and Pauline Hanson are going down hill at a great rate of knots but PHON seems to be punching above its weight in WA, QLD, NSW.
If CO2 is so bad for us how come I didn’t die from just swallowing some a few minutes ago in a glass of lemonade or last night after drinking three cans of beer?
Latest video clip shows a white clad muslim? on the Notre Dame parapet at the time the fire started. Coincidence?
Look forward to confirmation of that.
Do you have a link, BN? … I hafta admit, my first thought on hearing the news was along the lines of the attackers in those earlier attacks on Notre Dame …
A mate living in Paris told me last night that about two or three churches a week get burnt down in France.
This arson job committed by moozie workers on the cathedral is the start of civil war in France between moozies and the rest of France. This is the moozie way of announcing victory, like the attempt to build a mosque near the wtc towers site. Just like the moozies standing on a rooftop in NJ and filming the attack on the towers.
and, BO’H, NOTHING gets reported … as normal …
The Peter Ridd Case: good outcome for him, and JCU get their just deserves.
‘The Ridd Case: Much More Than Just One Man’s Victory’
This is all we need (not) “Tilty*” is standing for the Senate- Daily Mail Headline:-
Controversial priest who likened offshore processing of asylum-seekers to the Holocaust announces he is running for senate to save the planet from climate change.
An outspoken Anglican preacher has announced he is running for the senate
Father Rod Bower from Gosford said he is vying for a seat in the Upper House
He said after being the rector for 20 years, moving into politics just made sense.
(*’Tilty’ is the name given to this individual by columnist Tim Blair)
I recently posted a comment on the web site of “The New Daily”, pointing out that big increases in super contributions from the employer would cause inflation and suggested employees could make equal contributions as they do in other countries.
I still make comments on the “The New Daily” site but they never appear under “Comments”.
Can someone tell me what is wrong with my computer?
Try tilting yr computer to the left by a foot or so and see if that rectifies the problem. If that doesn’t work start watching the ABC and SBS and follow their outlook for you might have an attitude problem as well.
It’s a mixed up old weekend in 2109. Good Friday on the 19th; Easter Sunday on the 21st; and in between, a certain failed artist’s birthday.
Spike Jones – Der Fuhrer’s Face.
Now I wait for the hand wringing, the solidarity, we are one, candles, statements of shock/horror, more gun laws from Horse Face and ScoMo since the bombings in Sri Lanka today, 52 dead so far, 283 injured, three churches and three tourist hotels hit by the religion of piece.
I also wait for the blatant hypocrisy to be demonstrated by those who must be as one.
So far, not a peep from the horsefaced idiot that runs the chink outlet across the pond.
Has anyone been overwhelmed by the cries of anguish from those who had so much to whine about after the Christchurch shooting. Seems mass murder is only significant when Muslims are the victims; almost 300 Christian deaths don’t seem to matter so much to Morrison, the NZ Mare and their ilk.
Albert: What our feeble excuses for leaders fail to accept, is the fact, Islam is at war with everyone who is not a Moslem, this war has been raging for 1400 years and will end once those who are not Moslem are conquered or if our leaders grow a set and get to working hard to completely defeat this evil cult.
Glaringly obvious Albert. At least to some of us.
Yesterday I watched, on television, part of the Anzac day procession in Brisbane. In years past (many years) when I was taken to watch from the roadside most of the current members of the armed forces carried their rifles, some with fixed bayonets. Yesterday, nothing. How uninspiring.
It is difficult to march and focus on rifle skills while wearing high heels!
The truth about the claim that 97% of scientists agreed that the science is settled;
DT: That makes interesting reading, reminds me of MSM political pre-election polling.
A good article indeed. However Scientific Method is not operated as some sort of democracy. Every scientist should be prepared to have their work challenged and tested. BTW Computer Modelling is still Theoretical work and is not practical proof.
The head serang of the IPCC was a diesel fitter with the railways in India I think, and he got “done” for some sexual misadventure or the other. So much for the IPCC and the UN.
There are some very creative journalists out there for they have managed to link the ratbag in Christchurch with the ratbag in the USA who went crazy in the Synagogue, one of the Sri Lankan blokes with Prakesh and Australia, and I will bet they are trying to fit Tony Abbott in there as well.
Now you know why they didn’t remake The Dambusters movie of 1955 :-
Ah, yes – the inappropriately named canine.
I haven’t looked at a recent edition of Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf, but my early 70’s Penguin paperback retains the narrator’s description of jazz as ‘rhymes with digger’ music.
Both of these recent posts on YouTube are both about Britain but I’m sure that most of you will see that they apply equally to Australia as well.
The Pat Condell Video is about Brexit and while we don’t have a Brexit here the behaviour of our elected scum is exactly the same. The same applies to the Katie Hopkins Video.
Pat Condell is marvelous. The only man who is totally 100% right about the bloody and savage political ideology of islam. I have most of his videos on my computer.
The news last night had it that there is a dangerous group of ultra right wing white supremacists at large in Qld so maybe someone has been reading the MM columns.
Bots: We be bloody dangerous for sure, just a bit slow nowadays with our walking frames, but we’ll get the job done. 😉
Have been toying with the idea of fitting one of those shark kill number three shot cattle prod affairs to my walking stick but a ten shot magazine on the thing might be a bit obvious even if I painted it funeral black to be colour coordinated with the walking stick. Bloody decisions!
Bots: I like your train of thought.
Today I am not going to comment on the evils of socialism, the horror of Islam, the absurdity of the United Nations, my detestation for the Greens and everything they stand for or any of the thousand and one other things that shit me about the current parlous state of this nation and the world.
The reason I am withdrawing from engaging in the endless political and social debate is that, last week, I got the news everyone dreads. I have been diagnosed with terminal cancer of the pancreas and liver. I don’t know how long I have but it’s likely the end will come for me sooner rather than later.
I’d like to thank the editors, contributors and commenters for keeping this nasty little right-wing blog going over the past few years. It’s been fun.
I was very happy to have a number of contributions published and enjoyed the comments even if some were negative.
Anyway, I’m going to focus all my time remaining on being with family and friends and completing a few projects I have undergoing around this little hobby farm I have in the Snowy Mountains. It really is paradise down here and so far from the madding crowd, the hubbub and chaos of the big cities.
I left the city, Canberra to be precise, because I’d just had a gutful of everything and wanted to find a place in the sun where I could be my own person and be answerable to no-one ever again – so I bought the local Pub, worked that for a few years and then retired to this place at age 55. It’s 40km from the nearest town and I’ve been here 16 years now. I was lucky that I’d made enough money and organised things in such a way as to have enough income to live a modest life and do all the things I’d ever wanted to do, or do nothing at all, as the inspiration occurred to me.
I have had a very lucky and very fortunate life. We were poor when I was a child but I had loving parents and there was never a time I didn’t have a roof over my head and a full belly. It may have been devon and sauce sandwiches rather than wagyu beef but there was always something in the ice chest and, later in the 50s, the fridge.
I have experienced love for a woman, a couple of times, but one in particular to whom I was married for 26 years and we had four beautiful children of whom I could not be more proud Sadly there are so many forces operating to destroy relationships these days, too many to list, and mine went the way so many do these days. In my last year in Canberra I worked with a team of about a dozen people – and they were all divorced or got divorced during the time I worked with them.
So thanks to everyone at the Morning Mail. I have a lot to confront over the next few weeks but I’ll drop in from time to time and maybe having something truly sagacious to add – or probably not.
Oh Jack, the news we all dread, more or less.
I am so very sorry to hear that, and I wish you all the best in whatever will be your time remaining with us all, but, of course, especially your family and loved ones.
It’s been a real pleasure reading your articles here and there, and exchanging the odd comment with you. I always had the impression, even though just words on a screen, that I was reading and commenting with a very wise man, and a profoundly generous and good person.
May the good lord shine his light on you mate.
All the best.
This is terrible news to hear Jack, I am greatly saddened and I can only trust your remaining time with us is comfortable and with loved ones.
I’m so very sorry to hear this from you Jack and though I have never had the pleasure of meeting you I have a very solid depiction of you in my minds’s eye and always have visioned my version of you while reading your contributions. An amalgam of businessman, stock-man, bushy and academic. Those contributions have always shown you as an intelligent down to earth and very insightful man and your reasoned views have often given me much more to think about.
I sincerely wish you and your family peace in your closing chapter.
Here’s something of an update as I’ve decided to chronicle this whole thing; both for the relief it gives me to share some of the load and also as something of a guide to others if they are ever unfortunate enough to get a similar diagnosis.
Dear Family and friends.
I’m back home and actually feel quite well. A week ago I was sure it was my last day in this life. I got to Corryong Hospital where they pumped me full of morphine, stuck me in an ambulance, that took me back to Albury Base Hospital. After a CT scan they determined that my gall bladder had become massively infected for some reason. I spent that night being injected with morphine, not a drip but the condensed stuff in a needle, and the pain eventually retreated. I had a very fitful night, drifting in and out of consciousness, and being regularly injected.
Last Friday, just a week ago, they removed my gall bladder. I vaguely recall being on a bed outside the theatre for a number of hours – and then nothing until I woke up in recovery many hours later. It took a while to realise where I was and what had happened to me. I tried to move but couldn’t as I had a drip in each arm, both legs were swathed in some sort of pneumatic blankets that squeezed them every few minutes, I had a drain in my side, a catheter in my bladder and oxygen tubes up my nose.
I’d had “keyhole” surgery where they’d shoved 3 laparoscopes into my belly, pumped it full of air so that it blew up like a balloon, and removed my gall bladder somehow. The pain was still intense and made worse from the bruising and the air; but the worst thing was being completely unable to move with all these pipes and tubes stuck in me and being completely and utterly helpless.
Last Friday night was the worst night of my life and even the strongest drugs didn’t seem to have much effect. The slightest movement caused screaming agony. The worst thing and the most humiliating was that, at some point in the night, I lost control of my bowels and shat myself. The nurses had to come in, cut off my boxer shorts, clean me up, and then put me in a rather large nappy. I shat myself twice more that night and there’s nothing that robs a man of his dignity and pride more than to be lying helpless in a bed in a nappy full of shit. The bladder catheter was misery and seemed to press on a nerve that made me feel like I desperately wanted to pee plus it seemed to be about the size of a 1/2inch garden hose. They told me they shove something in, inflate that as far as a urethra will expand and then shove the garden hose up that.
On Saturday I recovered control of my bowels and begged them to remove the catheter – which, much to my eternal gratitude, they did. The pain started to dissipate after that and by Saturday afternoon I was able to get out of bed and take myself to toilet; albeit dragging a stand with several drips and the drain bag still attached.
The pain from abdominal bruising was still quite severe whenever I moved but that started to abate as well. The air in my stomach made swallowing difficult and caused intense pain just to swallow some water. But that’s now mostly passed.
By Sunday I started feeling human again but then they decided I’d contracted a lung infection and started me on powerful antibiotics for “hospital pneumonia” – a common disease from being bedridden and unable to breathe deeply.
By Tuesday I felt like I could go home but I’d been booked for a PET Scan for Tuesday that they then put off until Thursday. So I had that yesterday and the results were sent to Dr Richard Eek at the Border Cancer Centre. He’s an oncologist and a very good one I’m told. In any event, the last of the drips were removed yesterday and the last canula was also removed this morning. They’d taken so much blood that all my veins had collapsed, and they couldn’t find another vein to insert a canula, even with an ultra sound, but it didn’t matter and I had the one still in place for a week until it was removed this morning.
I saw Dr Eek who explained much to me, not that I remember much of it. The outlook is very grim indeed. I have metastasising Stage 4 cancer of the pancreas and that has spread to my liver. There’s a chance that, if I start on the nastiest chemo therapy on 29 May I mighty get 12 months, maybe as long as two years – but that will depend on how my body reacts to the toxins and whether I get some of the nastier side effects. The chemo destroys your immune system so you become very susceptible to any infection and that can become very serious very quickly. If that fails to make any difference to the growth of the tumours, then it’s palliative care and terminal care and it’ll be “game over” sometime in August.
Over the last few weeks I’ve had a number of CT scans, ultrasounds, MRI scans and PET scans. I’ve been thinking how lucky I am to have been born in The Lucky Country where even in a modestly sized regional city all these things are available and it’s barely cost me anything. How fortunate am I to live in a country like Australia where I can get this sort of treatment from such thoroughly professional people. I’m glad I paid all that tax now. There are countries that don’t have the machines, or the surgeons, or the drugs or the nursing and hospital staff that have been available to me at Albury Base or an ambulance to take me there from Corryong. We are truly blessed in this country. While I was getting all this lavish care I thought about people in countries like Venezuela, Yemen, Honduras, Cambodia and a hundred other countries with the same disease as me and who would just have died last week in the most abject agony.
Dr Eek gave me a whole lot of stuff to read about treatment options and the progress of this disease. I can’t bring myself to look at it just yet. I’ll take a few Endone so that I can step outside my body and normal state of consciousness and consider things objectively – like it was happening to someone else. I have no intention of being heroic in any way and will take as many and as much morphine and fentanyl and whatever else they have that will blot out both the physical pain and the psychological pain. There were so many things I wanted to do, nothing grand or outrageous, like to be around to take my grandsons down to the creek with a fishing line; be there to watch them play football or run around at Little Athletics; see them grow into men. Sadly their memory of me will be much like my memory of my grand-father who died in December 1955 when I was 4. Just a snapshot or two from a time so long ago.
I don’t fear death. I’ve never believed in an afterlife or a day of judgement or a spirit realm or anything else. Death is just eternal nothingness. All those trillions of molecules, forged in an ancient star, that assembled themselves into me in a gazillion to one chance about 68 years ago will disassemble themselves and I’ll revert to being stardust in a place where there is no time; just nothing at all.
I have to go back for more full anaesthetic surgery next week sometime. They are going to insert some sort of valve into my left shoulder so that they can use it to pump in the chemo. Apparently, I get a pump attached somehow in Albury, can come home, and then get the pump removed after 2 days over at Corryong hospital.
I’m so used to being waited on, having pretty nurses come around every hour or two, that I’m at a bit of a loss as to what to do with myself. I think Alice has lit the fire, so I’ll go in there and watch the football. Nothing much else to do on a rainy May afternoon.
God Bless you Jack. Thank you for sharing your situation with us. I never personally met you but you seem to me to be a gentleman of the highest integrity and are leaving your family with a marvelous legacy.
I am downloading your post (without any replies) on my kindle to remind me of your situation and keep you thus in my thoughts. It seems to me that we are all approaching that age (I’m 75)where it could be described as ‘injury time’ in terms of our life’s ending (when the Fat Lady sings) Even now, thank you for your courage.
All of the best
Hang in there mate, they gave me three to six months to live just on nineteen years ago (tongue and throat cancer) because each and every time they sliced a bit from my tongue or down in my neck it grew back within weeks but after seven operations it suddenly went away and hasn’t come back, but each and every time I get a bit of a sore tongue or throat the horrors return. They said that pipe smoking caused it but I only smoked catholic tobacco (Three Nuns) so we disagreed on that one. I also refused chemo because I was going to die anyway but I never gave in. What made the evil bastard thing slink back into the darkness to hide until another day I don’t know, but my wonderful Ruski wife prayed her life away and fed me some horrible brew of tea she made from herbs, gallons of the stuff every day, so here I am. I had to learn how to talk again with only a bit more than half a tongue but no one can tell the difference and beer slides down a lot faster. I rode a bike 20,000 kms in the first year because I lost my pilots licences, but Perth was a bit flatter than your country so I suggest that double your beer intake. Don’t give in, just don’t give in, and if you ever want a shoulder to cry on or want to abuse anyone, we can figure out a way for you to contact me and I will do my best to listen. OK. Regds fm Bill M
Well done, BO’H – and it sounds like a well done to your wife, too!
Didn’t know you’re a Perth boy, me too!
And I’d add my my name to your last sentence there, too.
Fm FNQ mate, way up in the bush, no electricity n all the bits that go with (out) it until long after I left home. Spent five happy years in Perth despite afflictions and then about ten part time fly in, fly out, have a mob of friends there. The greenies and environmentalists have basically shut down all exploration and so the companies employing geologists and geophysicists either shut down or moved. We moved out in 2005 and the same thing is happening in Qld. although in recent times there is a bit of an upsurge or was until Labor used the little black throat finch (Parson bird) as an excuse to stop Adani. I think Adani are probably a pack of bastards but the coal is there, Qld. and Australia need the export revenue, other mines will open, and that middle country will be opened up. As a young co-pilot on DC3’s central Qld. was just a black hole at night time but in later years it was all lit up and to people like me those lights meant industry and development. The greens couldn’t give a rats about the black throat or the zebra finch or the double bar or the painted finch. As a kid I got 2/6d a pair for them except for the painted finch for they were rare and were worth 5/-/- a pair but the greens wouldn’t know one from the other because all they want to do is shut our country down.
Yeah, can’t argue with that – although I’m inclined more to the view that it’s not so much ‘shut down’, as it is PC; the good ole (P)ower and (C)ontrol thing, the precursor to socialist totalitarianism. The Greensl the watermelons, as that book title goes; green on the outside, red on the inside.
Must have been nice flying in those days out there; less bureaucracy, more freedom, and the occasional moment of sheer terror! [grin]
While Paul Joseph Watson has been copping it from Facebook, there are moves elsewhere to strike back against the silencers.
Could someone explain to me (us) what the rules are in relation to those with criminal records running for election and/or remaining in parliament after conviction? The reason I ask is because of the following link:
It’s pleasing to hear that Bill Shorten will not introduce any new taxes.
He’s just going to increase existing taxes and cut back on tax exemptions.
What’s the difference and do you really believe that little twerp?
This plan to build a coal fired power station in Central Queensland by Clive Palmer should put the cat amongst the pigeons in latte/chardonnay land for certain. Refers: https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-05-08/clive-palmer-new-coal-mine-plan-waratah-coal-central-queensland/11092102
And give his candidate for the electorate of Capricornia a good chance of being elected to the parliament.
The current state of Australia as it stands now ….. Everyone should watch this and show it to their friends ….
Alan Jones on Elecktrickery Bill’s vision for Australia’s future, what a dumbarse.
From Stars and Stripes – a military take on the language barrier.
“Reports of a ban on Australian slang may have had some Bruces and Sheilas whinging about watching their gobs around U.S. Marines this summer, but officials say the media accounts weren’t fair dinkum, mate.”
No, Australian soldiers aren’t banned from using slang around US Marines.
But more seriously, it’s just amazing what THEY think that WE say. Perhaps Stars and Stripes should take a visit – they’d find that they would be right at home, what with most Australians now speaking some form of bastardised American, instead of our own good old language. It’s also hilarious just how out of date they are – haven’t heard most of the slang words they mention for YEARS!
Neville, early on in her pin up career Gina posed beside an old warplane named Naked Fanny. She was quite surprised when I explained to her that ‘fanny’ meant something very different on this side of the Pacific.
And I still giggle like a kid when Americans talk about rooting for their team.
Likewise, re ‘rooting’ …
Shorten promising more funding for hospitals and schools, both State responsibilities, and Morrison promising those singles earning less than 125K and couples on less than 200K will get a boost of loot for a house deposit make me want to do something violent like running naked through the streets (well, hobbling at best) For starters, most of the young will vote Labor/Green anyway and for seconds experience has taught this old bloke that people given something usually don’t appreciate it and just queue up for more and more. Dole bludgers and Aboriginal communities spring to mind as examples.
There’s one important word missing from all of this and that word is ‘Borrowed’.
So Shorten’s promise of more funding is with borrowed funds; Morrison promising borrowed money to lift home deposit funding.
It’s all borrowed, and one day will have to be paid back with interest. Haven’t they got a nerve!!
I was at the bowling club last night for the members badge draw and there, schmoozing the crowd and getting face time were Katrina Hodgkinson (Nationals) and Warren Mundine (Liberal) being all chummy along with their hangers on.
Gilmore is/was held by Anne Sudmalis (Liberal) by a margin of 0.7% and by being as precarious as that is, it looks like the local Labor candidate was going to probably take it away from the Libs who have fielded a ring in from the North Shore (Warren Mundine). What to do? Why the answer is obvious, you import a National Party candidate in an electorate where you have never previously had one to split the Labor vote so that preferences will hopefully get the North Shore interloper over the line.
Politics in Australia is a dirty business and getting filthier by the day.
I note, with interest, that Shorten (if he wins the election) has offered Julie Bishop the position of Australia Ambassador to the UN. She won’t respond of course, until after the election.
But if Shorten does win, I am betting she will take the position like a shot. To spend all our money at the UN gatherings and parties would be a dream come true for her.
Shorten thinks highly of her and why not, she has been a most loyal Quisling for the Labor Party, along with Turnbull and the other LINOs.
This news also indicates what a LINO (Liberal in Name Only) is really like and why they are a treacherous menace to the Coalition.
Undermining is their core business.
Correction: I gather the post on offer is Ambassador to the USA, replacing Hockey, not the UN. It’s still a taxpayer funded rort though.
Bob Hawke apparently didn’t anticipate a party on Saturday night.
Couldn’t bring himself to vote for Electricity Bill.
Sargon of Akkad – or Carl Benjamin, as his mother calls him – was recently raked over the coals for a rape joke.
Here’s a lady with a view that doesn’t accord at all with what the outraged media’s response.
Reckon Andrew Bolt summed up all the hoo haa about Hawke being the greatest etc. when he opined that if he was so great then why did they get rid of him?
Just sent my voting papers back.
Used International Express in an attempt to get them there in time.
Cost me $42!!!!
Who said Patriotism didn’t come at a cost?!
I just hope like hell it makes a difference.
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