Desperate times call for desperate measures. Each day sees the embattled defenders of the freedom loving Ukraine being slaughtered, their cries for weapons and ammo unheeded by the jelly-kneed leaders of France and Germany. Is the only solution now to decapitate the Head of the Russian Snake?
This May 21 Scott Morrison wants to be elected King of Australia. That's right; inspired by Barbados, ScoMo wants Aussies to give Will and Kate the boot and raise him to a new Aussie Royal Throne.
Is he praying? Calling on his Messiah to save us all?
But who is this man really? This JunkYard King who wants to hoist himself upon the bedraggled masses of dinki-di Aussies. Perhaps the best way to know him is via song...
Aussies. There is not much we can't do. Living, loving, and swimming. We can do it all. And for a long time one of the bestest things an Aussie could do was be a Digger. Our slouch hatted warriors, with a history of fighting the good fight, lit a warm glow in the heart of every dinki di Aussie.
Our Aussie Diggers. Sticking it up the bad guys and living the carefree larrikan life.
Here is someone who felt the wrath of the Aussie Digger!
Yeh, the Australian Military has a special place in every Aussie's heart. But lately there seems to be a bit of a stench rising from our brave boys in khaki...
He lies. So what? All politicians do.
There is always some bogeyman we have to hate. Things don't change. Below is a good example. A letter written to the forerunner of XenoxNews.com, The Argus, from over a century ago. Nowadays you could just substitute Muslim for Catholic.