Big Brother....Myth or Reality!
Never fear....Big Brother is here!
Compulsory seat belts were the first! Well, maybe not the 'first'...but we remember it well when the wearing of seat belts became compulsory. Yep...that's when the rot started to set in. Inroads into our rights really began. Now, cigarette smokers are banned from society! Oh! Dear! Wicked, wicked people! If I had the money, I would open a restaurant/bar that catered for cigarette and cigar smokers only. Non-smokers would be relegated to the back area, underneath the air-conditioning outlets outside on plastic tables and chairs, near the garbage bins! The restaurant would be decked out with leather, chrome, brass, the best of cutlerly and crockery...pure cotton napkins and tablecloths. Discrimination...yes, of course! Civil liberties...yes...of course!
I am so totally sick of all the rule makers! "He who casts the first stone!"
Friday, June 30, 2006
Is There Such a Thing As Paradise?
"Paradise"....'para-dice'...meaning from Lee's Aussie Leesaurus...a sacred dream of perfection.
A place in which no ticks that love to bury their heads in tender areas of my body, dwell. Where no flies, midges, sandflies and flies dare enter.
A place wherein when one says he/she is going to do something, he/she does it. A place where expectations are met. Where love outweighs hate...where tenderness replaces violence...where empathy replaces apathy. A place where respect of each other is mutual. Where cowards do not exist. Where consideration of the feelings of another is of most importantce
Where corruption and deceit are non-existent. Where lies are unknown. Where belief in one's self is allowed to grow and be. A place where respect for each other is a given. Where greedy selfishness is replaced by the true meaning of 'selfishness'. Where no falsehood is allowed. A place where prejudices and assumptions are banned. Where the only games are played in the sports/games arenas. Paradise is where hidden agendas are non-existent.
Where murder, rape, war, abuse, poverty are unknown.
Paradise is where the battle for life, the battle to exist, do not exist.
Paradise is...to be free...to live in a democratic society...to be an individual. Where one has the right to live as an individual.
Paradise is to be able to listen, to learn...to appreciate what the other is saying, thinking or feeling.
Paradise is not to be dictated to or dictate to....
To keep one's true dentity...to perceive reality...where knowledge is gained by fact and not pretention.
Where human life is valued most highly.
Where self-esteem is valued most highly. Where ego is understood.
Where truth is.
Where precious means...precious...and having the ability to recognise it. Where being intelligent is accepted. Where intelligence is recognising stupidity.
Paradise is meeting your soul mate and being able to face the recognition. Paradise is not being frightened of opening yourself to that person. Paradise is not being afraid.
Paradise is to laugh, openly and loudly...not at another, but with another.
Paradise is to remember the past fondly...to use the best of it and be able to toss away the debris. Paradise is to cherish the present and be excited about the future.
Where the impotent have no place...where the concept of 'right' is clear. Where mediocrity has no place. Where morality is not juggled. Where standards are high.
Where the Broncos win...and the Maroons win the 'State of Origin'!
"Paradise"....'para-dice'...meaning from Lee's Aussie Leesaurus...a sacred dream of perfection.
A place in which no ticks that love to bury their heads in tender areas of my body, dwell. Where no flies, midges, sandflies and flies dare enter.
A place wherein when one says he/she is going to do something, he/she does it. A place where expectations are met. Where love outweighs hate...where tenderness replaces violence...where empathy replaces apathy. A place where respect of each other is mutual. Where cowards do not exist. Where consideration of the feelings of another is of most importantce
Where corruption and deceit are non-existent. Where lies are unknown. Where belief in one's self is allowed to grow and be. A place where respect for each other is a given. Where greedy selfishness is replaced by the true meaning of 'selfishness'. Where no falsehood is allowed. A place where prejudices and assumptions are banned. Where the only games are played in the sports/games arenas. Paradise is where hidden agendas are non-existent.
Where murder, rape, war, abuse, poverty are unknown.
Paradise is where the battle for life, the battle to exist, do not exist.
Paradise is...to be free...to live in a democratic society...to be an individual. Where one has the right to live as an individual.
Paradise is to be able to listen, to learn...to appreciate what the other is saying, thinking or feeling.
Paradise is not to be dictated to or dictate to....
To keep one's true dentity...to perceive reality...where knowledge is gained by fact and not pretention.
Where human life is valued most highly.
Where self-esteem is valued most highly. Where ego is understood.
Where truth is.
Where precious means...precious...and having the ability to recognise it. Where being intelligent is accepted. Where intelligence is recognising stupidity.
Paradise is meeting your soul mate and being able to face the recognition. Paradise is not being frightened of opening yourself to that person. Paradise is not being afraid.
Paradise is to laugh, openly and loudly...not at another, but with another.
Paradise is to remember the past fondly...to use the best of it and be able to toss away the debris. Paradise is to cherish the present and be excited about the future.
Where the impotent have no place...where the concept of 'right' is clear. Where mediocrity has no place. Where morality is not juggled. Where standards are high.
Where the Broncos win...and the Maroons win the 'State of Origin'!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Rid Us of Ridiculous Radicals!
A report in today's 'The Australian' claims two of Australia's most radical Islamic Clerics will be leading a conference in July at RMIT University, Melbourne. It's claimed these radicals will be using the conference to recruit followers to their sect! Terrific news, isn't it? These clerics of a fundamentalist sect shouldn't be allowed to remain in this country, let alone conduct and attend the three-day conference! If I had a hidden agenda similar to their not-so-hidden agenda, I'd be booted out without a second thought! What's going on here? Why does our government close its eyes to this? We don't need, and nor do we want these dangerous clowns in this country! Banish them from our shores!
While on the subject of radical Islamics...although the Indonesian Government has arrested and prosecuted more terrorists than any other government in the past four years and the Indonesian police continue to uncover terrorist cells (so it is recorded and reported), their short jail term and early release of Jemaah Islamiah spiritual leader, Abu Bakar Bashir, still rubs raw in the West. He's banned from overseas travel and has had his assets frozen but that won't stop him from preaching and teaching his hate of all things Western in his schools. He needs no assets. His loyal followers will look after him. So, I imagine, it would matter little to him that his 'assets are frozen'. His schools' enrolments, it's reported, have more than doubled since his release a couple of weeks ago. Many Islamics class him as a martyr who symbolises the suffering of Muslims at the hands of the ruling, supreme West. It never ceases to amaze me just how many martyrs Islamics need! They just keep needing and wanting more and more! And I just can't help wondering how much suffering they really do suffer at the hands of the West. I bet there are some in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere who would argue that point!
A report in today's 'The Australian' claims two of Australia's most radical Islamic Clerics will be leading a conference in July at RMIT University, Melbourne. It's claimed these radicals will be using the conference to recruit followers to their sect! Terrific news, isn't it? These clerics of a fundamentalist sect shouldn't be allowed to remain in this country, let alone conduct and attend the three-day conference! If I had a hidden agenda similar to their not-so-hidden agenda, I'd be booted out without a second thought! What's going on here? Why does our government close its eyes to this? We don't need, and nor do we want these dangerous clowns in this country! Banish them from our shores!
While on the subject of radical Islamics...although the Indonesian Government has arrested and prosecuted more terrorists than any other government in the past four years and the Indonesian police continue to uncover terrorist cells (so it is recorded and reported), their short jail term and early release of Jemaah Islamiah spiritual leader, Abu Bakar Bashir, still rubs raw in the West. He's banned from overseas travel and has had his assets frozen but that won't stop him from preaching and teaching his hate of all things Western in his schools. He needs no assets. His loyal followers will look after him. So, I imagine, it would matter little to him that his 'assets are frozen'. His schools' enrolments, it's reported, have more than doubled since his release a couple of weeks ago. Many Islamics class him as a martyr who symbolises the suffering of Muslims at the hands of the ruling, supreme West. It never ceases to amaze me just how many martyrs Islamics need! They just keep needing and wanting more and more! And I just can't help wondering how much suffering they really do suffer at the hands of the West. I bet there are some in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere who would argue that point!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
It's Time To Reconsider Capital Punishment.
The horrific sexual assault and cold-blooded murder of 8 year old Sofia Rodrigez-Urrutia-Shu in the public toilets at a Perth shopping centre proves capital punishment should be re-introduced in this country. No excuses given by the so-called 'do-gooders-civil libertarians' are worth listening to (are they ever worth listening to?). This innocent little girl's 21 year old killer knew exactly what he was doing. He deserves no clemency, no pity. He showed none towards his young victim. He doesn't deserve to live. It's clear-cut...he did the atrocious, despicable, deplorable crime...he has to pay with his life...no question. The little girl's family have to grieve her loss and the horror of her death for the rest of their lives. They, too, are victims. The mongrel who caused this should not be allowed to continue living. An 'eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'....give him the needle or the electric chair...I opt for the chair...a needle is too subtle for him.
The horrific sexual assault and cold-blooded murder of 8 year old Sofia Rodrigez-Urrutia-Shu in the public toilets at a Perth shopping centre proves capital punishment should be re-introduced in this country. No excuses given by the so-called 'do-gooders-civil libertarians' are worth listening to (are they ever worth listening to?). This innocent little girl's 21 year old killer knew exactly what he was doing. He deserves no clemency, no pity. He showed none towards his young victim. He doesn't deserve to live. It's clear-cut...he did the atrocious, despicable, deplorable crime...he has to pay with his life...no question. The little girl's family have to grieve her loss and the horror of her death for the rest of their lives. They, too, are victims. The mongrel who caused this should not be allowed to continue living. An 'eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'....give him the needle or the electric chair...I opt for the chair...a needle is too subtle for him.
Monday, June 26, 2006
The Dream's Not Ended....Just Stalled!
The Socceroos didn't lose the game this morning. It was stolen from them by another referee error. My feeling of deflation at the end of the game was indescribable. It's time video judges were brought into the game as used in Rugby Union and Rugby League games. These kinds of vital mistakes would stop. I've only watched a couple of games and each time similar crucial errors were made by referees. In such important games, at least, like the one this morning, video replay must become considered a necessity. There was too much at stake in this morning's game for this to have occurred! Shame on whomever they are, who make the rules and sit on the 'powers-that-be' seats of this code of football. Hopefully, they will learn from what is happening in this series and not think they are 'untouchable, unapproachable and unchangeable'!
The Socceroos didn't lose the game this morning. It was stolen from them by another referee error. My feeling of deflation at the end of the game was indescribable. It's time video judges were brought into the game as used in Rugby Union and Rugby League games. These kinds of vital mistakes would stop. I've only watched a couple of games and each time similar crucial errors were made by referees. In such important games, at least, like the one this morning, video replay must become considered a necessity. There was too much at stake in this morning's game for this to have occurred! Shame on whomever they are, who make the rules and sit on the 'powers-that-be' seats of this code of football. Hopefully, they will learn from what is happening in this series and not think they are 'untouchable, unapproachable and unchangeable'!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Warm and Fuzzy...
It's a pleasant change to read the news headlines or watch the TV news and witness the happiness of our couple of the moment, Nic and Keith. A bit of 'froth and bubble' is a healthy dose of medicine during these times of trouble and strife. Daily we're hit with trouble, strife, killings and all forms of violence, so it's a pleasant respite to share in their moment of happiness. Big weddings do little for me, in truth...I've catered for too many over the years, I guess, but being the softie at heart that I am...I have to admit my interest in their event. Goodness...I've been known to shed a tear when I was catering for weddings watching the bride and groom exchange their vows in front of the jasmine-covered arbor in the grounds of the restaurant, with romantic music subtly playing in the background, tearing at my heartstrings! I can easily shed a tear over some songs and I don't need a wedding to prompt them!
So, for a couple of days, I'm going to ignore all the bad news and concentrate on the good! Another sleepless night is ahead of me...I'll be up cheering our Socceroos on in their game against Italy during the early hours of Tuesday morning. I know I won't get any sleep before the game commences as I'll be in training! Go the Socceroos...can my feeble heart and nerves stand the pace! I'll sit on my hands so as not to bite my nails!
It's a pleasant change to read the news headlines or watch the TV news and witness the happiness of our couple of the moment, Nic and Keith. A bit of 'froth and bubble' is a healthy dose of medicine during these times of trouble and strife. Daily we're hit with trouble, strife, killings and all forms of violence, so it's a pleasant respite to share in their moment of happiness. Big weddings do little for me, in truth...I've catered for too many over the years, I guess, but being the softie at heart that I am...I have to admit my interest in their event. Goodness...I've been known to shed a tear when I was catering for weddings watching the bride and groom exchange their vows in front of the jasmine-covered arbor in the grounds of the restaurant, with romantic music subtly playing in the background, tearing at my heartstrings! I can easily shed a tear over some songs and I don't need a wedding to prompt them!
So, for a couple of days, I'm going to ignore all the bad news and concentrate on the good! Another sleepless night is ahead of me...I'll be up cheering our Socceroos on in their game against Italy during the early hours of Tuesday morning. I know I won't get any sleep before the game commences as I'll be in training! Go the Socceroos...can my feeble heart and nerves stand the pace! I'll sit on my hands so as not to bite my nails!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Lamb Aftermath & Kiwis!
Fortunately, Tom Cruise didn't turn up for the roast lamb dinner however the aromas must have wafted down the mountain into the valleys below as out of the blue, totally unexpectedly, a friend of mine of many years rang me, making a spur of the moment decision to come up and visit me. Of course, when I mentioned the lamb he was easily tempted...not only because he's originally from New Zealand! So, shortly after the unexpected phone call, he arrived bearing gifts of red wine and a fun night followed! We have a mutual love for country music, so the volume of the stereo was pumped up and on went our dancing shoes. He discounted my blog comments of yesterday...from him I learned the male perspective, which was interesting to say the least. I knew it would cause some controversy, one way or the other! A friendly debate ensued. The unexpected is always the best. Not so, the debris left over from the night before! It looks like Cyclone Larry revisited!
Fortunately, Tom Cruise didn't turn up for the roast lamb dinner however the aromas must have wafted down the mountain into the valleys below as out of the blue, totally unexpectedly, a friend of mine of many years rang me, making a spur of the moment decision to come up and visit me. Of course, when I mentioned the lamb he was easily tempted...not only because he's originally from New Zealand! So, shortly after the unexpected phone call, he arrived bearing gifts of red wine and a fun night followed! We have a mutual love for country music, so the volume of the stereo was pumped up and on went our dancing shoes. He discounted my blog comments of yesterday...from him I learned the male perspective, which was interesting to say the least. I knew it would cause some controversy, one way or the other! A friendly debate ensued. The unexpected is always the best. Not so, the debris left over from the night before! It looks like Cyclone Larry revisited!
Friday, June 23, 2006
Roast Lamb or Tom Cruise?
No competition, in my book! Roast lamb every time. In fact, I think I'd rather choose roast lamb in lieu of men any day! At least, I know what I've got with a leg of lamb and I know it's going to be good! It's consistent and my expectations are met every time! Yes...you could say I'm in the mood for a juicy, golden roasted leg of lamb. Armed with a bundle of fresh herbs picked straight from my garden, the leg awaits to be studded with garlic and rosemary. I will then place it on a bed of rosemary, oregano and marjoram. I'm already swooning at the thought of the delicious, delectable meal that's ahead for me in a few hours time. My mint has died back during these chillier months, but fortunately I still have stocks of sauce I made when it was abundantly and rampantly taking over my vegetable/herb plot. I've booked myself a date with a leg of lamb with its accompanying roast vegetables tonight. Now, if there's a man around who can beat that, speak now or forever hold your piece...whoops, peace!
Farewell, Harriet...
A solemn cloud fell over Steve Irwin's Australia Zoo and elsewhere yesterday with the announcement of the passing of 'Harriet', the 176 year old Giant Galapagos tortoise, believed to be one of three animals Charles Darwin brought back from his trip to the Galapagos Islands way back in 1835. Later, Darwin gave them to a friend headed for Brisbane. Poor old 'Harriet', for 100 of her 176 years she was thought to be a 'Harry'. Thankfully, this error was recognised in time! One would hate to have had gone through life with mistaken gender! 'Harriet' spent the past twenty or so years in Irwin's care...so she would have had a happy life munching on the hibiscus flowers she loved so dearly. Swing low, sweet Harriet...you brought pleasure to many and you were an important part of history.
No Sex, Please, We're Men!
A comment I read somewhere today caught my interest. 'Do some men have trouble reading women writing about sex?' Ummm...interesting thought. Perhaps men believe women haven't the imaginative minds that would enable them to write descriptively about a subject they, men, believe belongs to them, but I beg to differ. Change that...I don't "beg' to differ". I strongly differ. Women are more capable writing about sex than men as women place a higher value on sex than men do. More demonstrative, (and dare I say, sensitive?) women recognise sex as a wonderfully, powerful, erotic sharing of feelings.
What I find even more interesting is we read openly, without embarrassment, about murders, killings and all forms of violence and torture daily, but how often do you see books of erotica on the shelves or coffee tables in your friends' homes? If they do have them, nine out of ten times, they'll be well hidden, out of sight. It would seem, as a generalisation, we have a problem discussing or reading about sex...or discussing that we're reading about sex! Just a thought!
No competition, in my book! Roast lamb every time. In fact, I think I'd rather choose roast lamb in lieu of men any day! At least, I know what I've got with a leg of lamb and I know it's going to be good! It's consistent and my expectations are met every time! Yes...you could say I'm in the mood for a juicy, golden roasted leg of lamb. Armed with a bundle of fresh herbs picked straight from my garden, the leg awaits to be studded with garlic and rosemary. I will then place it on a bed of rosemary, oregano and marjoram. I'm already swooning at the thought of the delicious, delectable meal that's ahead for me in a few hours time. My mint has died back during these chillier months, but fortunately I still have stocks of sauce I made when it was abundantly and rampantly taking over my vegetable/herb plot. I've booked myself a date with a leg of lamb with its accompanying roast vegetables tonight. Now, if there's a man around who can beat that, speak now or forever hold your piece...whoops, peace!
Farewell, Harriet...
A solemn cloud fell over Steve Irwin's Australia Zoo and elsewhere yesterday with the announcement of the passing of 'Harriet', the 176 year old Giant Galapagos tortoise, believed to be one of three animals Charles Darwin brought back from his trip to the Galapagos Islands way back in 1835. Later, Darwin gave them to a friend headed for Brisbane. Poor old 'Harriet', for 100 of her 176 years she was thought to be a 'Harry'. Thankfully, this error was recognised in time! One would hate to have had gone through life with mistaken gender! 'Harriet' spent the past twenty or so years in Irwin's care...so she would have had a happy life munching on the hibiscus flowers she loved so dearly. Swing low, sweet Harriet...you brought pleasure to many and you were an important part of history.
No Sex, Please, We're Men!
A comment I read somewhere today caught my interest. 'Do some men have trouble reading women writing about sex?' Ummm...interesting thought. Perhaps men believe women haven't the imaginative minds that would enable them to write descriptively about a subject they, men, believe belongs to them, but I beg to differ. Change that...I don't "beg' to differ". I strongly differ. Women are more capable writing about sex than men as women place a higher value on sex than men do. More demonstrative, (and dare I say, sensitive?) women recognise sex as a wonderfully, powerful, erotic sharing of feelings.
What I find even more interesting is we read openly, without embarrassment, about murders, killings and all forms of violence and torture daily, but how often do you see books of erotica on the shelves or coffee tables in your friends' homes? If they do have them, nine out of ten times, they'll be well hidden, out of sight. It would seem, as a generalisation, we have a problem discussing or reading about sex...or discussing that we're reading about sex! Just a thought!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Good Onya, Mate!
By the end of the World Cup, I'm going to be exhausted! I've never watched soccer before, other than bits and pieces on the news but I'm now converted and have turned into a screaming mess! If the Socceroos keep going through the way they have so far, I'll be voiceless by the end of the Cup! What a fast, exciting game it is. I now understand why the fans, worldwide, go crazy over the game.
The US coach, Bruce Arena should now eat his words after his team's performance this morning...at the commencement of the World Cup he reckoned the Aussies shouldn't be in it as they were the weakest team! Well, Mr Arena...what happened to your team this morning? I see Ghana won!
These early mornings and late nights won't be the death of me! I can do it! As long as the 'Roos are in the running, I'm there with them! I even joined my neighbours after this morning's game and we celebrated over a glass each of Coruba...who cares if it's still early morning? Not I!
Go Aussies! Three Cheers for the Socceroos!
By the end of the World Cup, I'm going to be exhausted! I've never watched soccer before, other than bits and pieces on the news but I'm now converted and have turned into a screaming mess! If the Socceroos keep going through the way they have so far, I'll be voiceless by the end of the Cup! What a fast, exciting game it is. I now understand why the fans, worldwide, go crazy over the game.
The US coach, Bruce Arena should now eat his words after his team's performance this morning...at the commencement of the World Cup he reckoned the Aussies shouldn't be in it as they were the weakest team! Well, Mr Arena...what happened to your team this morning? I see Ghana won!
These early mornings and late nights won't be the death of me! I can do it! As long as the 'Roos are in the running, I'm there with them! I even joined my neighbours after this morning's game and we celebrated over a glass each of Coruba...who cares if it's still early morning? Not I!
Go Aussies! Three Cheers for the Socceroos!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Assumption Is The Mother of Screw Ups!
How true! Every time, I should take first place in the 'foot in mouth' stakes! Don't you wish sometimes with the things you say or write, that you could pull them back in, like those circled cartoon captions? Before anyone has read or heard them, of course!
Sometimes I have a tremendous ability of spurting out what's in my mind before giving it due thought and consideration. I know if I wait long enough, I'll think better of what I feel like saying at that particular moment and wipe it from my mind..having proved this time and time again, by writing my thoughts down and then deleting them or just tearing up the paper on which they're written. Getting it off my chest or out of my head does help but I must remember at all times to keep these thoughts to myself alone. Read them, chew them up and swallow them! When one demolishes the bridges behind one, one has no choice other than to move on!
My problem is I think too much about everything...I think! Assumptions are a wicked thing and can get one into massive amounts of trouble.
Every issue, belief, attitude or assumption is precisely the issue that stands between you and your relationship to another human being; or between you and yourself.
A wise old Chinaman once said: It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.
How profound!
One must always remember the sunlight and the happy days it brings.
How true! Every time, I should take first place in the 'foot in mouth' stakes! Don't you wish sometimes with the things you say or write, that you could pull them back in, like those circled cartoon captions? Before anyone has read or heard them, of course!
Sometimes I have a tremendous ability of spurting out what's in my mind before giving it due thought and consideration. I know if I wait long enough, I'll think better of what I feel like saying at that particular moment and wipe it from my mind..having proved this time and time again, by writing my thoughts down and then deleting them or just tearing up the paper on which they're written. Getting it off my chest or out of my head does help but I must remember at all times to keep these thoughts to myself alone. Read them, chew them up and swallow them! When one demolishes the bridges behind one, one has no choice other than to move on!
My problem is I think too much about everything...I think! Assumptions are a wicked thing and can get one into massive amounts of trouble.
Every issue, belief, attitude or assumption is precisely the issue that stands between you and your relationship to another human being; or between you and yourself.
A wise old Chinaman once said: It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.
How profound!
One must always remember the sunlight and the happy days it brings.
Damn Dan Brown Started It With His Damn 'Da Vinci Code'!
Jesus didn't damn Mary...so why should Peter Beattie dam Mary?
Answer that one, Mr Beattie! I wish he'd get off his proverbial upon his return to Queensland, if he ever plans to return to Queensland, that is...and visit the good folk of the Mary Valley. He should see for himself the beauty of this most productive valley. There is no excuse he can devise to explain his most stupid idea since being in power. He can't fix Queensland Health so now he wants to stuff up the Mary Valley...people's lives, homes and livelihoods.
I guess, it could be seen as a ploy to get everyone's mind off the major problems in Queensland Health.
Well, I call your bluff, Mr Beattie...hop in your government car, part-funded by the good people of the Mary Valley, (before many will be forced to go on the dole if you go ahead with your diabolic plan) drive up the highway towards Noosa...you know Noosa, don't you? Sure you do...everyone knows of Noosa...well, instead of posing on Laguna Beach in your board shorts, head a bit further north...you will be amazed by what you see.
Remember, Gympie saved Queensland a few or more years ago....it's your turn to repay the favour. Save the Mary...don't dam the Mary!
Jesus didn't damn Mary...so why should Peter Beattie dam Mary?
Answer that one, Mr Beattie! I wish he'd get off his proverbial upon his return to Queensland, if he ever plans to return to Queensland, that is...and visit the good folk of the Mary Valley. He should see for himself the beauty of this most productive valley. There is no excuse he can devise to explain his most stupid idea since being in power. He can't fix Queensland Health so now he wants to stuff up the Mary Valley...people's lives, homes and livelihoods.
I guess, it could be seen as a ploy to get everyone's mind off the major problems in Queensland Health.
Well, I call your bluff, Mr Beattie...hop in your government car, part-funded by the good people of the Mary Valley, (before many will be forced to go on the dole if you go ahead with your diabolic plan) drive up the highway towards Noosa...you know Noosa, don't you? Sure you do...everyone knows of Noosa...well, instead of posing on Laguna Beach in your board shorts, head a bit further north...you will be amazed by what you see.
Remember, Gympie saved Queensland a few or more years ago....it's your turn to repay the favour. Save the Mary...don't dam the Mary!
Barbarians At Play
I wonder what Iraqi insurgents do during their leisure time...they must have so many wonderful thoughts of events they participated in during their past week on which to reflect. I guess some time is spent reading the Koran to refresh their memory how 'to keep on the right path'.
The slaughter (torture and beheading) of two kidnapped US soldiers by the hands of these devout followers of all things Islamic is once again proof positive of all things evil in this fight against terrorism. Zarqawi's replacement isn't wasting time. Maybe he realises his time is limited and has to squeeze in as many despicable, deplorable acts as he can before he, too, is eliminated.
I wonder what Iraqi insurgents do during their leisure time...they must have so many wonderful thoughts of events they participated in during their past week on which to reflect. I guess some time is spent reading the Koran to refresh their memory how 'to keep on the right path'.
The slaughter (torture and beheading) of two kidnapped US soldiers by the hands of these devout followers of all things Islamic is once again proof positive of all things evil in this fight against terrorism. Zarqawi's replacement isn't wasting time. Maybe he realises his time is limited and has to squeeze in as many despicable, deplorable acts as he can before he, too, is eliminated.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Happiness Is....
I have no idea! I can't remember the last time I was truly happy. Happiness is fleeting. Like gossamer webs glistening with early morning dew before being struck by the harshness of the sun, happiness soon disintegrates when rebuffed by the severity of reality.
Happiness would be a world free from wars, poverty, prejudices, violence, suspicions.
North Korea has warned of its looming launch of a long-range missile. At their missile-testing facility they are presently assembling and fueling the missile with a reported possible range of 6000k. This might make the North Koreans happy and also Iran and Pakistan whom NK supplies but the rest of us aren't impressed by this news. Serious implications threaten. North Korea's ambassador here in Australia didn't instill confidence either when questioned by a reporter about the possibility of the launch. He's obviously a man of a few words..."wait and see." ...was his abrupt reply. Nope...no happiness from that news story.
Little happiness can be gleaned from any of today's headlines, which are not much different from yesterday's, or two days ago, last week's or last year's, for that matter. No doubt tomorrow's will be similar. Sad, isn't it?
I guess it means if a happy moment comes along we should seize it, embrace it and carefully store it away in our memory in preparation for the unhappines to follow, which is guaranteed to come.
Happiness is love...being loved and loving in return. Happiness is recognising and accepting love. Happiness would be a world full of love and understanding, free from hate, distrust, ignorance, apathy, tragedy, depravity, brutality, disease.
Happiness is...........
I have no idea! I can't remember the last time I was truly happy. Happiness is fleeting. Like gossamer webs glistening with early morning dew before being struck by the harshness of the sun, happiness soon disintegrates when rebuffed by the severity of reality.
Happiness would be a world free from wars, poverty, prejudices, violence, suspicions.
North Korea has warned of its looming launch of a long-range missile. At their missile-testing facility they are presently assembling and fueling the missile with a reported possible range of 6000k. This might make the North Koreans happy and also Iran and Pakistan whom NK supplies but the rest of us aren't impressed by this news. Serious implications threaten. North Korea's ambassador here in Australia didn't instill confidence either when questioned by a reporter about the possibility of the launch. He's obviously a man of a few words..."wait and see." ...was his abrupt reply. Nope...no happiness from that news story.
Little happiness can be gleaned from any of today's headlines, which are not much different from yesterday's, or two days ago, last week's or last year's, for that matter. No doubt tomorrow's will be similar. Sad, isn't it?
I guess it means if a happy moment comes along we should seize it, embrace it and carefully store it away in our memory in preparation for the unhappines to follow, which is guaranteed to come.
Happiness is love...being loved and loving in return. Happiness is recognising and accepting love. Happiness would be a world full of love and understanding, free from hate, distrust, ignorance, apathy, tragedy, depravity, brutality, disease.
Happiness is...........
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Still Standing!
World No.1 team Brazil may have won the game in this round, but the Socceroos certainly didn't disgrace themselves. They went down fighting. Look out, Croatia, the 'Roos are on their way! Australia's No.2 on the F Table and that's not shabby! One good thing came from staying up all night (Yep! I've not yet been to bed) is, I was so energised by the game so instead of going to bed, I decided to do housework! It's nice to have it all done before 7.30am!
A Whale of a Time!
Thank goodness the votes at the IWC meeting in the Caribbean went against Japan, a defeat Japan is finding difficult to come to terms with and vitriolic exchanges between our Environmental Minister, Ian Campbell and the head of the Japanese delegation, Joji Morishita ensued. Japan, however, through some loophole/clause in the IWC rules, which is beyond my understanding, intends killing 50 humpback whales next year for 'scientific research'.
Clean-Sweep Over-Kill!
St.George footballer, Shaun Timmins will steer clear of street-sweepers from now on, I'll bet! What started out as a bit of a prank (I'm sure we've all done worse...I know I have...just lucky not to get caught, I guess!), he ended up in handcuffs and had to pay $200.00 in bail! Let's hope the Aussie larrikan spirit isn't obliterated and elimated. Let's not take ourselves too seriously. I'm sure Timmins meant no harm...and could cause no harm to a street-sweeper...well, not the mechanical kind, anyway!
World No.1 team Brazil may have won the game in this round, but the Socceroos certainly didn't disgrace themselves. They went down fighting. Look out, Croatia, the 'Roos are on their way! Australia's No.2 on the F Table and that's not shabby! One good thing came from staying up all night (Yep! I've not yet been to bed) is, I was so energised by the game so instead of going to bed, I decided to do housework! It's nice to have it all done before 7.30am!
A Whale of a Time!
Thank goodness the votes at the IWC meeting in the Caribbean went against Japan, a defeat Japan is finding difficult to come to terms with and vitriolic exchanges between our Environmental Minister, Ian Campbell and the head of the Japanese delegation, Joji Morishita ensued. Japan, however, through some loophole/clause in the IWC rules, which is beyond my understanding, intends killing 50 humpback whales next year for 'scientific research'.
Clean-Sweep Over-Kill!
St.George footballer, Shaun Timmins will steer clear of street-sweepers from now on, I'll bet! What started out as a bit of a prank (I'm sure we've all done worse...I know I have...just lucky not to get caught, I guess!), he ended up in handcuffs and had to pay $200.00 in bail! Let's hope the Aussie larrikan spirit isn't obliterated and elimated. Let's not take ourselves too seriously. I'm sure Timmins meant no harm...and could cause no harm to a street-sweeper...well, not the mechanical kind, anyway!
Awake, Ready And Willing!
Well, I have to do it! It'll be great. It wouldn't be right to do otherwise! It looks like little or no sleep for me tonight! Only two hours to go, then the fun begins!
Even if I tried to go to sleep, I know it wouldn't happen! Tonight's the night! I can sleep tomorrow to catch up. Yes...I'll be here cheering on the Socceroos! World Cup is only once every four years...and as this is the first time in 32 years our blokes have made it to the Cup...what's a sleepless night between patriotic friends? Too much fuss made about sleep, anyway! Go the Socceroos!
Well, I have to do it! It'll be great. It wouldn't be right to do otherwise! It looks like little or no sleep for me tonight! Only two hours to go, then the fun begins!
Even if I tried to go to sleep, I know it wouldn't happen! Tonight's the night! I can sleep tomorrow to catch up. Yes...I'll be here cheering on the Socceroos! World Cup is only once every four years...and as this is the first time in 32 years our blokes have made it to the Cup...what's a sleepless night between patriotic friends? Too much fuss made about sleep, anyway! Go the Socceroos!
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Once A Romantic, Always A Romantic...
Although I can say, positively and definitely, I will never marry again, I don't mind a 'love story.' I do think it's kind of cute the Kidman/Urban link-up which is due to become legalised next weekend. Our guitar-strumming country star has to be a better choice than Crazy Clown Cruise. Romance is nice...not enough of it is being spread around in these harsh days. Spread the love, I say...it is Sunday, after all! As someone once said...I don't know on whom to pin the blame...."You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person."
Mae West, known for her witticisms as well as her physical attributes and bevy of tanned, muscled, young men flitting in and out of her boudoir, bequeathed this one..."I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them."
Seeing I'm in a romantic mood today...there's nothing quite as nice as a candlelight dinner for two. In my case, it will have to be for three...my two cats and me! Get your butcher to cut you a couple of thick pieces of eye fillet...as in 'Filet Mignon'. Cook steaks to your liking...please don't over-cook! Meanwhile, quickly saute some green prawns and sea scallops with crushed garlic, chopped shallots and/or Italian parsley, a dash of fresh lemon juice and olive oil. Season to taste with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Serve the seafood over the steaks. If you like, you could top this with either hollandaise or bernaise sauce, but I think it's nicer just with the oil and natural juices of the seafood.
Make a 'potato bake' using chicken stock as a substitute for cream. Sprinkle crushed garlic and Italian herbs over the layered sliced potato and pour over stock. Bake in the oven. When cooked place potato slices in a pile on the centre of dinner plate and place the fillet steak on top of the potatoes...then the seafood. The potato stack replaces the normal crouton served with Filet Mignon.
Sigh...I guess I'll just have to grab hold of my copy of "Bridges of Madison County", a box of tissues and my day-dreams!
Although I can say, positively and definitely, I will never marry again, I don't mind a 'love story.' I do think it's kind of cute the Kidman/Urban link-up which is due to become legalised next weekend. Our guitar-strumming country star has to be a better choice than Crazy Clown Cruise. Romance is nice...not enough of it is being spread around in these harsh days. Spread the love, I say...it is Sunday, after all! As someone once said...I don't know on whom to pin the blame...."You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person."
Mae West, known for her witticisms as well as her physical attributes and bevy of tanned, muscled, young men flitting in and out of her boudoir, bequeathed this one..."I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them."
Seeing I'm in a romantic mood today...there's nothing quite as nice as a candlelight dinner for two. In my case, it will have to be for three...my two cats and me! Get your butcher to cut you a couple of thick pieces of eye fillet...as in 'Filet Mignon'. Cook steaks to your liking...please don't over-cook! Meanwhile, quickly saute some green prawns and sea scallops with crushed garlic, chopped shallots and/or Italian parsley, a dash of fresh lemon juice and olive oil. Season to taste with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Serve the seafood over the steaks. If you like, you could top this with either hollandaise or bernaise sauce, but I think it's nicer just with the oil and natural juices of the seafood.
Make a 'potato bake' using chicken stock as a substitute for cream. Sprinkle crushed garlic and Italian herbs over the layered sliced potato and pour over stock. Bake in the oven. When cooked place potato slices in a pile on the centre of dinner plate and place the fillet steak on top of the potatoes...then the seafood. The potato stack replaces the normal crouton served with Filet Mignon.
Sigh...I guess I'll just have to grab hold of my copy of "Bridges of Madison County", a box of tissues and my day-dreams!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Scum of the Earth...
I feel for the family of Dianne Brimble, not only are they still grieving over her sad, unfortunate death but they had to hear the filth that spewed from the mouth of one of the mongrels who treated her life so carelessly and disrespectfully during his interview with police. Silvestri and the seven other 'low-lifes' who played a part in Dianne Brimble's death deserve to be treated with equal contempt and disrespect and thrown into jail for the rest of their lives. Of course, this won't happen. As usual, the victim (already punished by these monsters) and the victim's loved ones will be the ones to be punished for the rest of their lives. No doubt, if this case comes to trial, a well-paid judge will sit on the bench, contemplating whether to purchase the new released Grange Hermitage and peering over his glasses as he gives the eight mongrels a rap over their collective knuckles.
Damn the Damn Dam And Damn the Damn Arrogance!
Why would Beattie care if he is hated by generations if he decides to go ahead with the proposed Traveston Dam? He doesn't give a damn! You can bet your bottom dollar he's ready to hand the reigns of leadership over to Anna Bligh and will call an election soon. He'll be out of there with a healthy pay-out and pension for the rest of his life...why would he give a damn about the dam? He's been told by experts the the proposed site is not suitable for a dam...but, of course, our media-performing Premier Beattie knows better than the skilled engineers...of course he does! He doesn't believe them! He said so on ABC radio for everyone to hear! Unbelievable...yes, it is!
It's funny how the attention has been deflected away from the major problems in Queensland Health since the damn dam proposal hit the news! Damn the dam and shame on you, Peter Beattie!
I feel for the family of Dianne Brimble, not only are they still grieving over her sad, unfortunate death but they had to hear the filth that spewed from the mouth of one of the mongrels who treated her life so carelessly and disrespectfully during his interview with police. Silvestri and the seven other 'low-lifes' who played a part in Dianne Brimble's death deserve to be treated with equal contempt and disrespect and thrown into jail for the rest of their lives. Of course, this won't happen. As usual, the victim (already punished by these monsters) and the victim's loved ones will be the ones to be punished for the rest of their lives. No doubt, if this case comes to trial, a well-paid judge will sit on the bench, contemplating whether to purchase the new released Grange Hermitage and peering over his glasses as he gives the eight mongrels a rap over their collective knuckles.
Damn the Damn Dam And Damn the Damn Arrogance!
Why would Beattie care if he is hated by generations if he decides to go ahead with the proposed Traveston Dam? He doesn't give a damn! You can bet your bottom dollar he's ready to hand the reigns of leadership over to Anna Bligh and will call an election soon. He'll be out of there with a healthy pay-out and pension for the rest of his life...why would he give a damn about the dam? He's been told by experts the the proposed site is not suitable for a dam...but, of course, our media-performing Premier Beattie knows better than the skilled engineers...of course he does! He doesn't believe them! He said so on ABC radio for everyone to hear! Unbelievable...yes, it is!
It's funny how the attention has been deflected away from the major problems in Queensland Health since the damn dam proposal hit the news! Damn the dam and shame on you, Peter Beattie!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick...the Time Bomb Is Set!
Hold on a minute! It is fact that Abu Bakar Bashir walks free, isn't it? I'm not imagining it, am I? Did I dream this happened? This creature has the cheek, the audacity to urge the families of the Bali bombing victims who are not Muslims to immediately convert to Islam. Also, he suggests that John Howard and George W. Bush convert to Islam! How dare he! How arrogant and how ridiculous he is! What right does he have to bleat out these despicable spewings? He certainly has a cock-eyed understanding of 'God's will'...perhaps he should go back to school and learn how to be a decent human being!
Bashir should not have been allowed to walk free...a close watch must be kept on this person and the teachings at his schools. His schools, obviously, are breeding grounds for terrorists and hatred against the West...which includes Australia, remember...I'm at a loss to understand how this creature is protected by 'law' and is once again free to inspire acts of terrorism. I shake my head....
Hold on a minute! It is fact that Abu Bakar Bashir walks free, isn't it? I'm not imagining it, am I? Did I dream this happened? This creature has the cheek, the audacity to urge the families of the Bali bombing victims who are not Muslims to immediately convert to Islam. Also, he suggests that John Howard and George W. Bush convert to Islam! How dare he! How arrogant and how ridiculous he is! What right does he have to bleat out these despicable spewings? He certainly has a cock-eyed understanding of 'God's will'...perhaps he should go back to school and learn how to be a decent human being!
Bashir should not have been allowed to walk free...a close watch must be kept on this person and the teachings at his schools. His schools, obviously, are breeding grounds for terrorists and hatred against the West...which includes Australia, remember...I'm at a loss to understand how this creature is protected by 'law' and is once again free to inspire acts of terrorism. I shake my head....
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Enough Is Never Enough...Never Fear...There's Always More To Come!
Don't you just get so fed-up sometimes you want to scream...beat your head against a solid wall. (It doesn't have to be made out of brick...as long as it's harder than your head!). Sally Bowles got it right in 'Cabaret'. When life got her down...she used to go to the train line and scream her lungs out as the train rattled by. No one heard her, so she upset no one but, in doing so, she released her pent-up emotions/frustrations after which she was ready to face life again until the next time things built up so. A release is necessary. Unfortunately, not everyone lives near a brick wall and train line!
Truth or Dare?
Is the truth going to be told regarding the Lucas Heights' leak....I wonder? How much is "a small amount" of radioactive gas? How long is a piece of string? The Australian Nuclear Science and Technology Organisation declare there were no "off-site consequences". The same was said that about Maralinga, too, I think!
A Whale of a Time!
Whale-watching season is upon us once more, so it's time to do battle with the Japanese again. The Coral Sea/Tasman Sea/Southern Ocean Battles re-ignite as the Japanese thumb their collective noses at the Australian anti-whaling groups, of which there are many. The Japanese continued arrogance over this matter, is disturbing and very annoying. Even if it's displayed in a quiet, polite manner, it fools no one! Why are they so determined to kill whales? They say it is their tradition and culture...but this is incorrect. Gen. Douglas MacArthur introduced whale meat into their diets after World War ll to supplement their protein intake. If percentages mean anything...the percentage of Japanese people who eat whale meat is minimal. It's reported 86% have never or only very rarely ever eaten it (and then only as children in school-provided lunches!). Personally, I believe the Japanese so-called 'tradition and culture' is used as an excuse for their persistent desire to slaughter whales. The real truth of their 'tradition and culture' is not to lose face over this issue!
Top Tasting!
A 34-year old man has been arrested over the Top Taste tampering. I think fitting punishment for him would be restocking all supermarket shelves, everywhere, within seven days...and for morning, afternoon teas and supper, he should be given Top Taste products to eat. (Those that were removed from the shelves at the time of the scare).
I could go on about other things that are really getting up my nose at the moment...but I won't for now...I've run out of time and bytes!
Go the Maroons! Great game last night. The Maroons restored pride to the side and to Queensland! They barely put a foot wrong! Their effort last night should shut-up the critics for a couple of weeks! Bring on the final game in Melbourne in three weeks...I can hardly wait! The result last night...a 24 point win...is definitely something to scream about...but not for similar reasons as I've pointed out above!
Don't you just get so fed-up sometimes you want to scream...beat your head against a solid wall. (It doesn't have to be made out of brick...as long as it's harder than your head!). Sally Bowles got it right in 'Cabaret'. When life got her down...she used to go to the train line and scream her lungs out as the train rattled by. No one heard her, so she upset no one but, in doing so, she released her pent-up emotions/frustrations after which she was ready to face life again until the next time things built up so. A release is necessary. Unfortunately, not everyone lives near a brick wall and train line!
Truth or Dare?
Is the truth going to be told regarding the Lucas Heights' leak....I wonder? How much is "a small amount" of radioactive gas? How long is a piece of string? The Australian Nuclear Science and Technology Organisation declare there were no "off-site consequences". The same was said that about Maralinga, too, I think!
A Whale of a Time!
Whale-watching season is upon us once more, so it's time to do battle with the Japanese again. The Coral Sea/Tasman Sea/Southern Ocean Battles re-ignite as the Japanese thumb their collective noses at the Australian anti-whaling groups, of which there are many. The Japanese continued arrogance over this matter, is disturbing and very annoying. Even if it's displayed in a quiet, polite manner, it fools no one! Why are they so determined to kill whales? They say it is their tradition and culture...but this is incorrect. Gen. Douglas MacArthur introduced whale meat into their diets after World War ll to supplement their protein intake. If percentages mean anything...the percentage of Japanese people who eat whale meat is minimal. It's reported 86% have never or only very rarely ever eaten it (and then only as children in school-provided lunches!). Personally, I believe the Japanese so-called 'tradition and culture' is used as an excuse for their persistent desire to slaughter whales. The real truth of their 'tradition and culture' is not to lose face over this issue!
Top Tasting!
A 34-year old man has been arrested over the Top Taste tampering. I think fitting punishment for him would be restocking all supermarket shelves, everywhere, within seven days...and for morning, afternoon teas and supper, he should be given Top Taste products to eat. (Those that were removed from the shelves at the time of the scare).
I could go on about other things that are really getting up my nose at the moment...but I won't for now...I've run out of time and bytes!
Go the Maroons! Great game last night. The Maroons restored pride to the side and to Queensland! They barely put a foot wrong! Their effort last night should shut-up the critics for a couple of weeks! Bring on the final game in Melbourne in three weeks...I can hardly wait! The result last night...a 24 point win...is definitely something to scream about...but not for similar reasons as I've pointed out above!
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