Given the background, it doesn’t come as a surprise. Zelenskyy has previously made political opposition parties illegal and removed all media from Ukraine that is not state-authorized. However, the move to ban Ukraine’s orthodox religion is still a considerable escalation into totalitarian extremes; all supported by the U.S. State Dept.
As Carlson notes in the latter part of his monologue, the insufferable propaganda has enmeshed the Ukrainian face of the western government, “It’s just a grotesque post-modern psy-op, and anyone still falling for this is brain damaged.”
Frans Vandenbosch has actually lived in China for many years and studies their culture. His view of China is very different from the way our media describes China! He reckons our media is totally ignorant about what China is really like. In his opinion and what he observed about the political system in China, he comes to the conclusion, that it is more democratic than our Western democracies!
Dec 2, 2022Ignorance is the root of fear, and fear of China has been raised to a fever pitch in recent years by forces that wish to induce a mis-educated western audience to acquiesce to 1) a new clash of civilizations while 2) shutting the door on what may possibly be the last real opportunity to break the system of hereditary power for many generations yet to come. On Sunday Nov. 27 at 2pm Eastern Time, the Rising Tide Foundation hosted professor Frans Vandenbosch who shed light on the real China and its political system.
We like to have lemon/ginger tea in the morning. A few days ago we went outside for our morning tea. The pot in the middle of the above picture is Peter’s pot for his drinking water. He has to drink each day a minimum of two litres of water to cleanse his bladder!
The dog on this pot is “The Dog on the Tucker Box”
The skin on the peach came off easily. This peach was deliciously juicy.
It was not a very hot morning. So I stayed a bit longer outside after Peter had gone back inside, putting my feet up!
Some hot chillies did survive a number of very hot days quite well.
We had a lot of tomatoes growing. We very much liked the taste of them. Now there are only a few left.
Last Sunday afternoon we listened to some beautiful music:
Although some historians postulated an origin of the Fulani in ancient Egypt or the Upper Nile valley [3], written records suggest that the Fulani spread from West Africa (currently Senegal, Guinea, Mauritania) around 1000 years ago, reaching the Lake Chad Basin 500 years later [4, 5].2 Dec 2019
It looks to me, that some people like to treat me, as though I am not anymore capable of making any decision of my own, meaning they want me to do as they tell me to do.
Well, in case I should have to live a number more years, then most likely, at some stage I do have to be treated like I do need total looking after. And I am sure, once I am that far gone, I am going to accept treatment like this. But really, I would not mind at all to die before I get to that stage!
Why do I feel that I am not that far gone yet? Do I really give other people the impression that I am that far gone already? Or how come, that they insist on treating me like this?
I must admit, when they make me so upset and nervous, I seem not to be able to act normally! My heart starts to race, my breathing gets bad etc. I am so grateful, that most weeks, that is 24/7, I am just on my own. Peace, peace, and I can do as I like. Being alone is nearly always a good thing now.
I can still go for long walks every day, when the weather is good. I would say, on average, I converse with people only for a very limited time. This usually has to be just enough.
On a lot of days I also go without touching someone. But really, more than any touching, I miss that usually there is now nobody actually personally present for some beautiful extended conversations!
Well, I wrote the above a few weeks ago. So, we have December now. Yesterday was the first Saturday of the month. Mark and his mother Merl invited me for lunch in Dapto. After lunch the three of us had coffee on my beautiful deck. It was a very calm, sunny day. All of us enjoyed very much sitting outside. Some of our conversation centered on the above subject, namely how the elderly should be treated and be helped to remain independent for as long as possible. But often they are being treated in a way that makes them become more and more dependent, when really they could be helped to still be totally independent!
It looks to me, that some people like to treat me, as though I am not anymore capable of making any decision of my own, meaning they want me to do as they tell me to do.
Well, in case I should have to live a number more years, then most likely, at some stage I do have to be treated like I do need total looking after. And I am sure, once I am that far gone, I am going to accept treatment like this. But really, I would not mind at all to die before I get to that stage!
Why do I feel that I am not that far gone yet? Do I really give other people the impression that I am that far gone already? Or how come, that they insist on treating me like this?
The soft boiled eggs that Peter cooked for breakfast were perfect. I ate my warmed up crispy bread-roll with the egg, I also had some fresh strawberries with strawberry jam on one half of the bread-roll. And I took all my vitamins. We both also had a great cup of coffee for our breakfast.
At nine o’clock we started watching the Insiders’ program on ABC TV. The politics that were discussed upset me a great deal. I mean I should be used to this sort of political talk by now where everything gets blamed on labor. But somehow it got to me today more than usual. I just could not keep my…
I did a lot of work out in the Murray Mallee Country..one job we built a house out around Sandalwood ways, on a bit from Borrika…that’s the name of the location, not talking about the tree..though it stands to reason there may have been a lot of those type of trees there…but we built this most beautiful log-cabin place there on a farm..It was on stumps about two foot off the ground ..Australiana style with wide verandah with decking all around the house.. and over it there hung two tall mallee trees kind of embracing the whole house and making a picture of it all..and it was one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen…But it didn’t end well for the husband and wife there..He was a dominating sort of chap, who worked in the…
In memory of Helvi!
It is so good, I could find this post with a bit of googling!
Some three years ago Peter and I drove to Bowral for Helvi’s funeral. I don’t think I’ve been to Bowral ever since.
Thanks for the reblog, Therese.
Thank you all for your kind thoughts. I am sorry I haven’t looked here earlier… The funeral was yesterday with a celebratory meeting afterwards at our place. The house now still echoes with Helvi’s voice and Milo keeps looking at the bedroom door hoping to see Helvi come again to give him his morning pat. It is not to be anymore and now I have to keep busy and in moments of ache and pain tend to the garden of memories of which there are so many. The house is now empty of Helvi. She has gone. It all happened so quickly but Helvi knew and wanted to come home where she died on the 29th of Oct. at 6pm. She remembers you all and I let her know whenever I happened to visit this pub of so many years of contact. Some asked where to give donations. Here is the website; https://inmemory.cancercouncil.com.au/ways-to-donate?gclid=EAIaIQobChMImbPDs5LX5QIVgSQrCh2HVQ3GEAAYASAAEgJo6_D_BwE
While Helvi wasn’t given to malice or wishing ill to others, there was one item in her life that would make her angry. The treatment of the downtrodden, the mentally ill, refugees and others. She would be merciless and heap scorn on those that caused social injustices and misery to those that least deserved it. Our Sunday mornings were always special when we would settle-down on the settee in keen anticipation of the ABC’s program ‘Insiders’. A special treat at 9am. The appearance of Morrison on the News would have her immediately break out in some very strong and unusual language. With Dutton it was worse, I needed to restrain her on the couch. She was merciless and politically astute enough to see the falsehoods, pretence and sheer humbuggery in politicians. She was so sad that the issue of refugees in endless detention wasn’t solved. The treatment of the elderly in aged care left her speechless. ‘They would never have done that in Finland’, she often said. Dearest Helvi, I will try and live up to your wishes but I will miss you so much. I’ll keep up your fight against injustices and I also know you want me to get over sadness and continue forward. That’s how you were. Always so positive and cheerful. Helvi, I’ll do my best to get away from myself as much as possible. Goodbye Helvi, from Gerard, your best and lifelong friend.
I thought, maybejust starting to write something fictional rather than blogging something straight from my life, would be a change in my writing pattern. If I am persevering in this new way of writing, you never know what good might become of it. Anyhow, it should be worth a try!
I know Victoria a little bit. This is why I want my fictional very old woman to be living in Victoria! Actually in Essendon, which is a part of Melbourne. I might call this old woman Marianne Kraft. Her birthplace is Leipzig, Germany. She did get married in Berlin, when she was 18 , and had her first child at 19. When she was pregnant with her first child, she and her husband Gunter emigrated to Australia. Gunter was Catholic. Mariannebecame a Catholic when shemarried Gunter. Their first two children were boys, and then they…
The dog on this pot is “The Dog on the Tucker Box” 
The skin on the peach came off easily. This peach was deliciously juicy. 
It was not a very hot morning. So I stayed a bit longer outside after Peter had gone back inside, putting my feet up! 
Some hot chillies did survive a number of very hot days quite well. 
AuntyUta 