Hillary Clinton, the ‘safe pair of hands’ who was reliable, and shocked when Trump, in debate, said he might not endorse the winner of the election, refused to endorse Trump post election and so violence on US streets is occurring as her supporters run amok. Apparently HRC was willing to accept democracy so long as it agreed with her. Trump is President elect, not President, and so cannot yet drain the swamp. The illiberal and partisan press are manoeuvring to bring down a Trump administration. The Democrats are too weak to be a stumbling block in congress, so it is up to the press to oppose Trump, apparently.
Doing his bit from Melbourne on 3aw, Neil Mitchell interviews former NSW Premier Bob Carr, who got it dead wrong yesterday, again. Carr feeds the opening statements of Mitchell, who claimed he was confused and did not know what Trump stood for. Mitchell fears nuclear war. Mitchell fears a war on Mexicans and Russia and China. Mitchell thinks Trump will disgrace women and abuse the law. Bob Carr assures Mitchell that nuclear war is more likely under Trump and Australia is a larger target because of Pine Gap. Meanwhile, Mitchell won’t talk with me on or off air. I can tell Mitchell what Trump’s first hundred day plan is. No mention of nuclear war, war on Mexicans, women or blacks, but maybe things have been added recently? Trump wants to cut taxes to promote growth and strengthen the US economy. Trump wants to negotiate internationally from positions of strength. Bob Carr is simply out of his depth on political commentary. We are being told that the lesson of Brexit and the Trump election is that political elites need to listen to the average person. One gets the feeling that Mitchell never listens to the exceptional or gifted, and only really interviews himself or people that are safe for him.
IPA Review (Aug 2016) features a Matthew Lesh article “Triggering Censorship.” Political correctness censors free thought. It always has. A terrible status of illiberalism is developed and rampant under the left wing internationally. The world is smaller in the twenty first century, but not closer together. Freedom of thought is further away thanks to the unfettered power of political correctness employing tools like “Triggering” and legislation that prevents discussion and authorities who produce purity statements and persecute innocent people mercilessly. Isaac Newton would have faced charges of witchcraft had his research into alchemy been known. Imagine his groundbreaking research into lenses, into calculus and into modern banking never done for breaking a PC regulation? PC is pernicious, and it is up to good people to stand up and hold open the door of inquiry. It is not disturbing that PC exists at universities. It is heart wrenching it remain unopposed by authorities or individuals of consequence with vision. Clearly HRC (Human Rights Committee) in Australia has a depraved indifference to their responsibility. Malcolm Turnbull stood up today to remind us he is incompetent with his fulsome greeting of President elect Trump’s success. If the PM cannot champion free thought, who will?
I don't feel valued by the IPA. But I must note, and maybe gloat a little, I was right about Trump's win. I predicted it months ago. I was right in how it would progress. I was right in how it would be successful. The first GOP triple crown win of both houses of congress and White House since 1928. A Reagan like economic plan. We should be cheering. .. just a note for those grieving .. The world will keep turning.
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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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Content from listening to podcasters Hunley and Groubert of America's Untold Stories. They tell it better than me
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 ...
