Scott Morrison deserves a chance as PM. While I was in Sydney, recently, two Turnbull inspired campaigns have attacked sitting members Tony Abbott and Peter Dutton. Dutton has been criticised by an ALP dominated senate working committee which has made a decision that should give chills to anyone thinking of making ALP government after next election. The committee deemed Dutton to have mislead parliament when he hadn't. It is an echo of the abuse of power of Dan Andrews ALP Victorian Government, where the police have announced an investigation into Red Shirt Rorts will involve questioning sitting ALP members, including the police minister, through written submissions. Tony Abbott's seat was called into question by activists, but he has done great work locally, and in Australia. In an echo of the PM's position, activists claimed that the public needed to know which members supported Abbott and which did not, wilfully misunderstanding democratic process. Along with the assault on Abbott was the refrain "Women don't trust Abbott and, without women, Abbott cannot be elected." But, women do trust Abbott and Abbott has often been elected.
Local councils dominated by Greens and ALP have recently suggested the awful idea of growing fruit in public areas to feed the hungry. Only farmers are best for growing food, not local councils. It is not merely for having healthy fruit, but also for security of that fruit, as has been recently highlighted with needles being inserted into fruit around the country. A twelve year old girl has been caught in one isolated incident. The real culprit starting the terrorism has not yet been caught.
Donald Trump's GOP in congress seem weak in not calling for a vote on Brett Kavanaugh. However, it is the Democrats who have behaved abysmal, holding up the confirmation with empty allegations. According to the press, the poor behaviour is impressive for supporters, who want to see more such spoiling in government. McCain was one GOP who seemed to work for the Clinton Foundation. Are there others? Let the public see, with a vote.
Today I return from Sydney to writing. My trip to Sydney was by train, because I don't fit in plane seats, and can't afford multiple tickets. I was blessed to see friends and attend a magnificent wedding. I had planned to go first class on the train, overnight, for the ten hour journey. I'd mistaken first class seat with first class cabin, which was how I came to Melbourne in '16. My apologies to my fellow first class passengers. Ten hours next to me overnight. I could not sleep as there were not facilities for my CPAP machine. The return journey and the journey up were both fully booked, so there was no room to move. After a few legs, each journey, the train company took pity on my fellow passengers and gave up seats to allow me a double. One life saver was the silicon nose inserts that worked as a fall back. I couldn't sleep, but did not snore. Special shout out to Dan Andrews Victoria leg, on the journey out, Train was stopped at Frankston by police, playing chases with youths on the tracks.
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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet
That's the jingle bell rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bell chime in jingle bell time
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle...
David Daniel Ball calls himself the Conservative Voice.
I'm a teacher with three decades experience teaching math to high school kids.I also work with first graders and kids in between first grade and high school. I know the legends of why Hypatia's dad is remembered through his contribution to Math theory. And I know the legend of why followers of Godel had thought he had disproved God's existence.
I'm not a preacher, but I am a Christian who has written over 28 books all of which include some reference to my faith. Twelve blog books on world history and current affairs, detailing world events , births and marriages on each day of the year, organised by month. Twelve books on the background to and history of Bible Quotes. One Bible quote per day for a year. An intro to a science fiction series I'm planning, post apocalyptic cyber punk. An autobiography with short story collections.
I'm known in Australia for my failure as a whistleblower over the negligence death of a school boy. ...
In Tanami’s red sands where spinifex grows,
Where waterholes gleam ‘neath the sun’s golden glare,
Lived Yaparla, sweet maid, with a heart pure as snow,
Her kindness a light in the desert so bare.
Her father, a wise man, kept songs for the land,
To guard the soak’s waters where life held its sway.
But drought gripped the earth with a merciless hand,
And he sought a new spring to ease their dismay.
Deep in a gorge where the rocks hid the sky,
He found a clear pool with fish dancing free.
But a voice shook the stones with a thunderous cry,
“Who steals my sweet water without leave of me?”
Out slid the Wanyarra, half-man, half a snake,
His scales flashed like opals, his eyes cold with pain.
“For your kin’s life,” he hissed, “one price I must take—
Send Yaparla to me, or your land drinks no rain.”
The father returned, his heart heavy with woe,
And told his dear daughter the serpent’s demand.
“I’ll go,” said Yaparla, her voice soft and low,
“For my people, my country, I’ll walk that red sand.”
She came to the gorge with her digging stick strong,
Singing songs of her kin ‘neath ...
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To adapt the story of Bambi to the Dreamtime of Warlpiri culture in the Tanami Desert, we’ll reimagine the tale with respect for Warlpiri storytelling traditions, cosmology, and the desert environment. The Dreamtime (Jukurrpa) is a sacred framework where ancestral beings shape the land, law, and life, so Bambi’s journey will reflect Warlpiri values like kinship, connection to country, and survival in harmony with nature. I’ll keep the essence of Bambi—a young creature’s growth amid loss and discovery—while grounding it in the Tanami’s ecology and Warlpiri worldview. Since Bambi is a specific narrative, I’ll translate its core themes rather than reproduce the original text verbatim, ensuring cultural sensitivity. The story will be concise yet vivid, as requested.
Bambi in the Jukurrpa of the Tanami
In the Jukurrpa, when the Tanami Desert glowed under the first stars, the ancestral beings shaped the land. From the spinifex and red sand, they formed Jampijinpa, a young red ...
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Folk Song: "The Ballad of Lee Harvey Oswald"
Verse 1
Oh, Lee Harvey Oswald, a man they did frame,
The deep state and CIA, they tarnished his name.
They said he went to Mexico, a lie they did spin,
While he fought for his service, his honor within.
Chorus
Sing for Lee Oswald, innocent and bold,
Framed by the shadows, a story untold.
With courage he stood, though the truth they denied,
A patriot’s heart in a nation that lied.
Verse 2
On that dark day in Dallas, they said he shot Tippit,
Left a wallet behind, but the tale didn’t fit.
Arrested with his own in hand, the proof was right there,
But the deep state kept spinnin’ their web of despair.
Chorus
Sing for Lee Oswald, innocent and bold,
Framed by the shadows, a story untold.
With courage he stood, though the truth they denied,
A patriot’s heart in a nation that lied.
Verse 3
They trained him in Russian, sent him off to the East,
A ...
