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When I was a child, a Rainbow was something that gave me pleasure. According to my Sunday School Teacher, it was the sign that God was watching over us and that we were being looked after by Him.

To me, it was a magnificent display of Nature that all was good in the world. God may or may not have been the architect; but, whoever was in charge of its creation was a very canny bloke indeed.

Now, my Rainbow has been stolen. Misappropriated.

Like so many words and so many things these days, the purity and joy of words has been manipulated and denigrated. Symbols have been distorted and twisted into things that are not as I remember them to be.

I want my Rainbow back.

When works of Fiction become works of fact we have a problem. And this is what is happening globally with the Greens, Greta, Sir David Attenborough and the United Nations pushing their barrow of bull to eager readers of Fan Fiction throughout the world. 

They are peddling pulp fiction to the masses and the masses are lapping it up. What makes it worse is that the media are their publicists and doing a damn fine job of promoting their garbage to the gullible gang of no hopers who swallow their garbage hook line and sinker.

Yes. a few mixed metaphors there, but your get my drift.

Back in 1851, the great Australian Gold Rush began. While the California Gold rush had begun some years before in 1848, the newly formed Colony of New South Wales had covered up the news of any gold find in Australia because it didn’t want the poor colonists to bugger off in search of wealth and abandon their work in the emerging townships and cities.

However, when the Colonial Government saw what potential wealth could be had from prospecting for gold, they decided that it was a pretty good idea to encourage the poor, down and out, hardworking folk to head off and seek their (and the Government’s ) fortune.

Not only did the Gold rush of 1851 change the perception of Australia as a Convict Colony, it also opened the floodgates to massive migration as people from around the world sailed to these shores to “ dig up a quid “.

When democRATs are voting for a senile sniffer or a commie comrade with a dicky ticker, a fake Indian or a miniature cash hound I guess it says a lot about the mentality of the average leftie.

Crazy commos with no heart, no heritage and no brain.

I mean, seriously, Sleepy Joe is so “ woke “ that he could fall asleep on the red button, trigger a missile attack and not wake up until he arrives at the Pearly gates and says to Saint Peter “ Did I miss something? “

It is reminiscent of the one and only episode of the Simpson’s I ever watched when Homer put a doughnut on top of a red button and set off a nuclear emergency.