Month: November 2023

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More Excess Deaths In One Year Than We Lost In WWII!

(Tom: A post I snaffled from social media.)

I am trying to find a simple way to explain to a priest who tried to make out that the evil in Australia at the moment was minor compared to the systematic slaughter of Christians across African, the ethnic cleansing in parts of Asia.

How does this seem to people? I am trying to keep it simple so he can check if he wants.

Australian Bureau of Stats registered deaths
2018 = 158,493
2022 = 190,939

The 2022 figures are an increase of 32,446, a 20% increase on the 2018 figures.

Given that we now know that the jab did NOT convey ANY benefit by way of a reduction of deaths by covid, nor hospitalisations, nor time in ICU, but in fact sharply increased covid cases, hospitalisations, ICU admissions and deaths, we know that these figures represent a massive destruction, as bad as many wars.

Doctors continue to deny any connection between the jabs and excess deaths. There is no proof they say. But temporally we got a spike in deaths every time a major jab roll out occurred.

Politicians chose not to debate or investigate these excess deaths.

To put these deaths into perspective one year’s post vax excess deaths of over 32K beats the total deaths of Aussie military in WW2 of 27K by a wide margin.

The ABC has suggested that around 6,500 Palestinians and 1500 Israelis have died in this latest round of war, about 8000 so far.

Think of the fuss and palava we have had over these Middle Eastern deaths these last weeks.

Think of the almost total silence we have had in the media of Australia over the 32,446 deaths, murders by jabs we had in only 12 months and it appears these deaths have continued this year. However the health bureaucrats who could give us day by day numbers of people with covid, the numbers in hospitals and the numbers of patients in ICU plus those who died EVERY SINGLE DAY during the so-called pandemic, they are not able to give us even a month by month summary of the totals of excess deaths. now.

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Pets and Electronics

Pets and Smart Outlets

PSA: We adopted our dog, Rowdy, from the shelter 5 years ago. He was already an adult dog, so we estimate he is about 11 or 12 years old at this point. I love this dog. He is the sweetest soul and my BFF.

For the past week or so he hasn’t been acting like himself. He licked a raw spot on his foot. He was panting constantly. He was pacing.

Sunday morning, the pacing and panting got so bad, and I was REALLY nervous that there was something seriously wrong with him. For 45 minutes, he panted like crazy and constantly paced back and forth. He was keeping his tail tucked down all the time. His ears were pinned back. He would not settle down and he wouldn’t eat.

We tried everything. I ended up giving him a trazadone that he takes sometimes when he goes to the groomer. It seemed to take a little bit of the edge off, but not much. He still wouldn’t eat and still wouldn’t settle.

I took off work on Monday so I could take him to the vet. We did bloodwork and x-rays. Knowing he is a senior dog, I was trying to prepare myself for the worst case scenario.

I was glad to see his bloodwork was great except for some elevated liver enzymes. The x-rays showed he was a little backed up but no major issues. He got an anti-nausea injection and some Gabapentin to help with some tenderness in his back and to hopefully help keep him calm.

When we got home, he was ok for a little bit, but eventually started pacing and panting again. We walked around the neighborhood for a long time and he used the bathroom a lot. He seemed pretty happy about that and was in good spirits until we got home and he refused to come back in the house.

Every time I took him out that evening, he would hunker down like he didn’t want to come back in the house.

When my vet called and I gave her the update, she suggested there may be some new electronic device in the house that was emitting a high frequency noise that is hurting his ears. We had just put new smart outlets in the house about a week ago. His pacing and panting were worse when the lamps were on, so I unplugged all the smart outlets. He stopped panting, stopped pacing, and ate his food. His tail was even up and wagging again.

When I plugged the smart outlets all back in and asked Alexa to turn on the lamps, he immediately started panting and pacing again.

My husband used an app to test the frequency of the smart outlets. It was off the charts.

We’ve left the outlets unplugged for two days and have confirmed that it is definitely the smart outlets that are causing his stress and discomfort. He’s back to being a totally normal dog now. I really thought this was the end for Rowdy based on the way he was acting.

I am so thankful for Dr. Newell at Boones Creek Animal Hospital for figuring out this simple solution.

If your pets are exhibiting similar symptoms, you may want to consider checking your electronics first. I cannot express how relieved I am that he is ok now.

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BACKYARD CRICKET

This is one of my favourite poems – it reminds me of simpler times. The subjects in the artwork are my great-grandfather and great-uncle in the 1920’s, Capel, Western Australia, (the dog is no known relation). Enjoy the poem.

“BACKYARD CRICKET”

Remember back to younger days when sport was played for fun.
We’d play the game with pure delight beneath the summer sun.
When a bat could be a tree branch, a can could be a wicket.
The fences marked the boundaries; the rules were backyard cricket.
We would play the game for hours and all would get a turn.
We’d bowl slowly for the small kids; they’d need a chance to learn.
But when a dad or uncle would go up to the crease,
We’d bowl as fast as lightning; all mercy bowls would cease.
And when it came our turn to bat, we prayed to lady luck,
‘Please let me get at least a run, not bowled out for a duck!’
But soon we came to learn the fact that losing was no shame,
It’s all about good sportsmanship and how we played the game.
For winning is an empty thing, if everyone is cross.
For all the good it did for you, you may as well have lost.
The greatest match you’ll ever play is not for fame or rates.
It’s in the backyard of your home with family, pets and mates.

Poem and artwork by Ian Coate
https://iancoate.com/

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The Power of Giving

Katharine Hepburn Cross Legged

Katharine Hepburn’s childhood, in her own words.

“Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus.
Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me.

There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they didn’t have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean.

The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It would be a highlight of their lives.

The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking up at him as if to say, “You’re my knight in shining armour.” He was smiling and enjoying seeing his family happy.

The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded, “I’d like to buy eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to the circus.” The ticket lady stated the price.

The man’s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man’s lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, “How much did you say?”

The ticket lady again stated the price.

The man didn’t have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn’t have enough money to take them to the circus?

Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.”

The man understood what was going on. He wasn’t begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation.

He looked straight into my dad’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied; “Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family.”

My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad gave away is what we were going to buy our own tickets with.

Although we didn’t get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.

That day I learnt the value to Give.

The Giver is bigger than the Receiver. If you want to be large, larger than life, learn to Give. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get – only with what you are expecting to give – which is everything.

The importance of giving, blessing others can never be over emphasised because there’s always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by acts of giving.”
~ Katharine Hepburn