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That my friends, is the situation in a nutshell.

I am not suggesting for one moment that being a Political Activist is wrong. Quite the contrary. If you have a strong feeling on either side of the political Great Divide, it is your right to express your view and I may not agree with you but, as Voltaire said, I defend your right to have it.

I have always been an environmentalist. I have enjoyed the great bounty that this planet has offered us: from fjords to forests; surf to sandy coves; lakes to lagoons; towering trees to tiny tadpoles; alpine air to the mossy smell of a cascading waterfall.

My heart has always been a slave to our wildlife, domestic critters and the sheer wonder of the wide open spaces – whether they be millions of acres of the Outback or the glory of the night sky when seen from a dark and isolated spot somewhere, anywhere, on this planet we call Earth.

How will the parents of these poor children feel when one day their boy/girl says to them: How could you? You were supposed to protect me and you did this to me?

Indeed, how will we as a society feel? How are the children, whose parents are giving them hormones to change their little bodies from male to female, how, just how, are those kids going to feel in decades to come when some of them realise that this had all been a terrible mistake?

The 2010 – 2019 years have seen some incredible wins and incredible losses. Millions, from throughout America and around the world, rejoiced when President Trump defeated the favourite, Hillary Clinton. Millions more cried, screamed and raged tears of unfettered agony to learn that their beloved Hillary had lost the unlosable election.

Countries everywhere welcomed Gay marriage and no one really minded – it was seen as a fair thing to do…. Yet since then, we have witnessed an alarming increase in gender dysphoria and transgender rights that have left many of the Gay community gobsmacked and aghast. Previously private parts of human relationships are being promoted as normal and encouraged by many from the Main Stream media.

Well folks I think we have seen it all.   This is a plate  which  folks in an Aged Care Home in South Australia had for Christmas Day dinner.       I imagine in their dreams they were back in time when it was a lovely roast of lamb , a tasty stuffed chicken, or even a delicious roast of beef.     Roast potatoes,  Yorkshire pudding , and some lovely green vegetables.      Followed by a beautifully decorated Pavlova.   Christmas crackers on the table , paper hats, and a glass or two of wine.

But wait a minute,   what happened,  they awoke to a nightmare.    Smashed spuds and baked beans.    If they were lucky a biscuit and a cup of tea for the sweets. .      I bet the so called Carers weren't partaking of that  Christmas fare.

by James Conkey - guest post

I feel compelled to share this event that happened during the tragedy of the death of my brother Derek from his car accident.

What is this life? The hardest times of your lives will never be forgotten. The amazing part is what you see when you are looking back. As you walk through that next door, sometimes you have a moment, that you realize something else was also happening during that horrible time of life. There are things in life that we don't share with everyone. I have shared this with only a few close people since this occurred. (Thank you for listening when you did).

There are so many of us around the world who have had a gutful of the United Nations and its interference in our ways of life, our sovereignty, our cultural heritage and our financial prosperity.

The UN has outlived its usefulness and is now a giant spider preying on the moths that flutter dying in to its web of deceit.