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  • THE STATE OF PLAY

    THE STATE OF PLAY





    Let me break the news to those who havenít awakened yet to the terrible reality of politics. There is no Left or Right anymore. There is just the craven lust for power and to keep the globalists happy in their bid to create a New World Order. By the way, this vision of an Utopian world may not include you or I, unless we make a heap of money rather quickly.
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  • THE STATE OF PLAY

    THE STATE OF PLAY

    Let me break the news to those who havenít awakened yet to the terrible reality of politics.

    There is no Left or Right anymore. There is just the craven lust for power and to keep the globalists happy in their bid to create a New World Order. By the way, this vision of an Utopian world may not include you or I, unless we make a heap of money rather quickly.
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  • EMPTY

    EMPTY



    I woke with an immense feeling of emptiness. Perhaps itíd been brewing for years and things had gnawed me until I was hollow. I got out of bed and summoned the strength to walk to the window and look outside. I saw empty streets, empty freeways, empty bridges, empty buildings and empty skies. I considered the thought that I may be dead. Perhaps there is no heaven, just another dimension filled with familiar surroundings and this was my location in which I could spend eternity trying to make some sense of the life iíd lived. What was most surprising was that I felt nothing. No panic, concern, fear Ė nothing.
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  • ALL I KNOW IS THIS.

    ALL I KNOW IS THIS.



    All I know is this. Politicians, mostly, stand for one thing, and one thing only Ė being elected. Those who genuinely dare to make a difference and canít be bought Ė are in danger of their lives. And will either be killed by a bullet or a smear campaign.
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  • THE RELUCTANT LEAVING (Dedicated to P.F. Sloan)

    THE RELUCTANT LEAVING (Dedicated to P.F. Sloan)



    You say youíre leaviní And you know it ainít fair Every day I wake unto this world Iím gonna hurt that youíre not there But God knows best And God is good If you believe in Him Tonight I wish I could We said our goodbyes And now we canít take íem back The last time I saw your smiling face We didnít see the sky turn black We laughed too loud And hugged too long You saw the best in me Even when I was wrong Youíve been cryiní ícause you donít want to go And Iíve been lyiní Pretending
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  • THE RELUCTANT LEAVING (Dedicated to P.F. Sloan)

    THE RELUCTANT LEAVING (Dedicated to P.F. Sloan)

    You say youíre leaviní And you know it ainít fair Every day I wake unto this world Iím gonna hurt that youíre not there But God knows best And God is good If you believe in Him Tonight I wish I could We said our goodbyes And now we canít take íem back The last time I saw your smiling face We didnít see the sky turn black We laughed too loud And hugged too long You saw the best in me Even when I was wrong Youíve been cryiní ícause you donít want to go And Iíve been lyiní Preten...
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  • CHRISTMAS IN ST. KILDA

    CHRISTMAS IN ST. KILDA



    H
    arry Grivens had inherited it from his mother. An obsessive excitement about all things Christmas. His mother, Mary, would start her Christmas shopping January every year, her secret way of accruing all the magical gifts that dwarfed her illuminated pine tree every 25th. of December. From her meagre budget she miraculously produced gifts for her children, her husband, her relatives, friends, and even homeless people she had struck up conversations with on the street. Harry had a
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  • CHRISTMAS IN ST. KILDA

    CHRISTMAS IN ST. KILDA



    H
    arry Grivens had inherited it from his mother. An obsessive excitement about all things Christmas. His mother, Mary, would start her Christmas shopping January every year, her secret way of accruing all the magical gifts that dwarfed her illuminated pine tree every 25th. of December. From her meagre budget she miraculously produced gifts for her children, her husband, her relatives, friends, and even homeless people she had struck up conversations with on the street. Harry had a
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  • NAPOLEON IN DEFEAT

    NAPOLEON IN DEFEAT



    I
    donít know where Iím going

    But Iím starting here
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  • POLITICAL CORRECTNESS

    POLITICAL CORRECTNESS



    Political Correctness has pretty much killed humour. There are now whole areas of human behaviour and difference that can no longer be commented upon lest one risk the chance of being blacklisted. No pun intended. I was brought up to believe Senator Joe McCarthy was a bad man. But, ironically, his ghost is alive and well and seemingly stronger than ever.
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  • THE STATE OF PLAY
    by Frank Howson




    Let me break the news to those who havenít awakened yet to the terrible reality of politics. There is no Left or Right anymore. There is just the craven lust for power and to keep the globalists happy in their bid to create a New World Order. By the way, this vision of an Utopian world may not include you or I, unless we make a heap of money rather quickly.
    ...
    7 November 2016, 01:55 PM
  • THE STATE OF PLAY
    by Frank Howson
    Let me break the news to those who havenít awakened yet to the terrible reality of politics.

    There is no Left or Right anymore. There is just the craven lust for power and to keep the globalists happy in their bid to create a New World Order. By the way, this vision of an Utopian world may not include you or I, unless we make a heap of money rather quickly.
    ...
    22 October 2016, 10:34 AM
  • EMPTY
    by Frank Howson


    I woke with an immense feeling of emptiness. Perhaps itíd been brewing for years and things had gnawed me until I was hollow. I got out of bed and summoned the strength to walk to the window and look outside. I saw empty streets, empty freeways, empty bridges, empty buildings and empty skies. I considered the thought that I may be dead. Perhaps there is no heaven, just another dimension filled with familiar surroundings and this was my location in which I could spend eternity trying to make some sense of the life iíd lived. What was most surprising was that I felt nothing. No panic, concern, fear Ė nothing.
    ...
    1 August 2016, 09:00 PM
  • ALL I KNOW IS THIS.
    by Frank Howson


    All I know is this. Politicians, mostly, stand for one thing, and one thing only Ė being elected. Those who genuinely dare to make a difference and canít be bought Ė are in danger of their lives. And will either be killed by a bullet or a smear campaign.
    ...
    11 May 2016, 01:09 AM
  • THE RELUCTANT LEAVING (Dedicated to P.F. Sloan)
    by Frank Howson


    You say youíre leaviní And you know it ainít fair Every day I wake unto this world Iím gonna hurt that youíre not there But God knows best And God is good If you believe in Him Tonight I wish I could We said our goodbyes And now we canít take íem back The last time I saw your smiling face We didnít see the sky turn black We laughed too loud And hugged too long You saw the best in me Even when I was wrong Youíve been cryiní ícause you donít want to go And Iíve been lyiní Pretending
    ...
    23 March 2016, 03:05 PM
  • THE RELUCTANT LEAVING (Dedicated to P.F. Sloan)
    by Frank Howson
    You say youíre leaviní And you know it ainít fair Every day I wake unto this world Iím gonna hurt that youíre not there But God knows best And God is good If you believe in Him Tonight I wish I could We said our goodbyes And now we canít take íem back The last time I saw your smiling face We didnít see the sky turn black We laughed too loud And hugged too long You saw the best in me Even when I was wrong Youíve been cryiní ícause you donít want to go And Iíve been lyiní Preten...
    17 March 2016, 02:19 PM
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