Monday, September 6, 2010
Ron Paul : Why Big Bankers and Corporations Love Obama
Ron Paul is America's leading voice for limited, constitutional government, low taxes, free markets, a return to sound monetary policies, and a sensible foreign policy that puts America first.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Kelly's story
By the time she was 17 Kelly had been hospitalised for anorexia and her agoraphobia – an anxiety disorder associated with fear of public places – became worse.
Diagnosed with depression, she began to self-harm and attempted suicide three times. She then turned to alcohol and developed an addiction.
But Kelly’s life took a turn for the better when she completed an intensive 12-week program at Triple Care Farm. With professional treatment from a psychologist, Kelly began to address each of her problems.
Since completing the program in May 2010 Kelly has learnt to manage her multiple mental health issues and has conquered her reliance on alcohol.
She is taking regular medication to control her conditions and receives ongoing counselling from a mental-health service in her home town.
Spring Appeal
Mission Australia launched the Spring Appeal in August to help raise funds for services that assist young people like Kelly who are battling mental health issues and substance abuse.
How do donations help?
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Obama dogs Ohio!
"Liberty cannot be preserved without a general knowledge among the people, who have...a right, an indisputable, unalienable, indefeasible, divine right to that most dreaded and envied kind of knowledge, I mean the characters and conduct of their rulers."
-- John Adams
(1735-1826) Founding Father, 2nd US President
http://quotes.liberty-tree.ca/quote_blog/John.Adams.Quote.9C15
Obama dogs America.
The President usurper, the fraud and foreigner, the bastard from Africa, the con man from Kenya, reveals his shady character by refusing to be transparent with many important documents from his educational records to long form birth certificate. Emperor Obama must go!
-- John Adams
(1735-1826) Founding Father, 2nd US President
http://quotes.liberty-tree.ca/quote_blog/John.Adams.Quote.9C15
Obama dogs America.
The President usurper, the fraud and foreigner, the bastard from Africa, the con man from Kenya, reveals his shady character by refusing to be transparent with many important documents from his educational records to long form birth certificate. Emperor Obama must go!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
sunday afternoon in sydney
life this sunday began with breakfast at the wonderful blue water cafe in manly - on a sunny but windy sydney day - some of the family have gone to the manly rugby game - tonight off to collaroy cinemas to see 24/7 -
happy fathers day to R - hope you are all having a great day - make sure you check out the 24/7 blog site for a great new recipe! we are making it now!!!
xxx
happy fathers day to R - hope you are all having a great day - make sure you check out the 24/7 blog site for a great new recipe! we are making it now!!!
xxx
Dr Rand Paul no more Stimulus
Rand Paul on Fox News Channel 9/4/2010 with Stuart Varney
Dr. Rand Paul discusses the potential of new stimulus from the Obama administration, possible alternatives, and the upcoming Election in November.Thursday, September 2, 2010
WWI verse
Recently we were given a copy of a leather-bound edition of the poems of Longfellow. The book was inscribed “Jack Hardie, Manly, 9th April 1919”. Inside the volume there was a slip of paper with a drawing of violets and a poem, which runs as follows:
Scottish Australians
What are ye daein’, ma buirdly Scotch callants
Say what are ye daein’ sae far frae the front
Why are ye no getting’ honour an’ glory
Amang the brave lads wha are bearin’ the brunt.
Why should they fecht, while you’re playin’ fitba’
An’ hangin’ on trams like toads to a tree
I ken yer feet’s cauld; yer herts maun be frozen
Ye ca’ yersels Scots, but I doot me ye lee.
Scotland, I ween, ne’er gaed birth tae a coward
Her ladies were aye ‘mang the first in a fray
Het feet or cauld feet be sure never fashed them
Naethin’ but death ever kept them away.
Why are ye shrinkin’ this danger sae deadly?
Why are ye shamin’ the land ye ca’ Hame?
Oh! Could I rouse in yer bosom some manhood
Would that my pen could awake ye tae shame.
Dinna ye prize what yer forefathers focht for?
Are ye no Britons, the sons o’ the free?
Why dae ye dally? Yer country is callin’
“Come tae my help, boys, I’m waitin’ for ye.
Gang up tae the Barracks, nor wait tae be driven
We’ll send you away wi’ a gallant hurrah.
Yer name be inscribed on the roll call o’ honour
Belov’d if ye live, and bewail’d if ye fa’.
It’s likely that the poem was addressed to Jack Hardie. Australian War Memorial records reveal that a Jack William Hardy of 28 Sydney Road, Manly, enlisted on 9 May 1915. He was a carpenter, aged 21, and he entered the 19th Battalion AIF. He was wounded at Gallipoli, and subsequently lost his left leg, but survived the war.
The bad verse is typical of many of the patriotic poems published in the press in the early years of the War. It’s the work of someone for whom Scots was not the natural idiom. “Buirdly Scotch callants” smacks of the worst of the 19th century poetess. It’s lamentable to think that doggerel such as this in any way could have persuaded someone to join up.
Scottish Australians
What are ye daein’, ma buirdly Scotch callants
Say what are ye daein’ sae far frae the front
Why are ye no getting’ honour an’ glory
Amang the brave lads wha are bearin’ the brunt.
Why should they fecht, while you’re playin’ fitba’
An’ hangin’ on trams like toads to a tree
I ken yer feet’s cauld; yer herts maun be frozen
Ye ca’ yersels Scots, but I doot me ye lee.
Scotland, I ween, ne’er gaed birth tae a coward
Her ladies were aye ‘mang the first in a fray
Het feet or cauld feet be sure never fashed them
Naethin’ but death ever kept them away.
Why are ye shrinkin’ this danger sae deadly?
Why are ye shamin’ the land ye ca’ Hame?
Oh! Could I rouse in yer bosom some manhood
Would that my pen could awake ye tae shame.
Dinna ye prize what yer forefathers focht for?
Are ye no Britons, the sons o’ the free?
Why dae ye dally? Yer country is callin’
“Come tae my help, boys, I’m waitin’ for ye.
Gang up tae the Barracks, nor wait tae be driven
We’ll send you away wi’ a gallant hurrah.
Yer name be inscribed on the roll call o’ honour
Belov’d if ye live, and bewail’d if ye fa’.
It’s likely that the poem was addressed to Jack Hardie. Australian War Memorial records reveal that a Jack William Hardy of 28 Sydney Road, Manly, enlisted on 9 May 1915. He was a carpenter, aged 21, and he entered the 19th Battalion AIF. He was wounded at Gallipoli, and subsequently lost his left leg, but survived the war.
The bad verse is typical of many of the patriotic poems published in the press in the early years of the War. It’s the work of someone for whom Scots was not the natural idiom. “Buirdly Scotch callants” smacks of the worst of the 19th century poetess. It’s lamentable to think that doggerel such as this in any way could have persuaded someone to join up.
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