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Wednesday 17th February 2016


I hope this finds you fit and well and that you enjoy this week's collection of some of the best that crossed my digital desk.

We have an election on the horizon here in Australia. Let's get political. Rather than voting the same way you've always done, let's take a fresh look at what is good for you and me.

I agree the Liberals are not worth having.
But vote Labour so they can spend more money they don't have and sink us further into debt?
No thanks.
The Greens want compulsory vaccination and to wipe out 95% of us. (Research Agenda 21.)
No thanks.
How about you pick the best independent candidate who is not a subscriber and bound to a party agenda, no matter what their constituents want and who promises to represent the people of their electorate? (You and me.)
Yee please!

Sydney, take a stand against US-style healthcare

In a matter of days, over 50,000 Australians have signed onto the campaign to stop the Americanisation of Medicare. But many of you are wanting to do more, determined to nip the Turnbull Government's radical privatisation changes in the bud.

Thousands of people will stand with our nurses, doctors and public health professionals this Saturday at rallies across the country for a National Day of Action on Healthcare, organised by our friends at the #TheseCutsAreKillingUs campaign.

With polling just out showing a massive 55% of the Coalition's own supporter base disapprove of Mr Turnbull's plans to outsource Medicare payments to for-profit providers, now is the perfect time to show nervous Coalition backbenchers what a massive community uproar their plans are brewing.

Will you be there this Saturday to show Mr Turnbull that Medicare privatisation is politically toxic?

Yes, I'll be there Saturday.

I can't make it, but I'll chip in.

What: National Day of Action on Healthcare
Where: Sydney Town Hall, George St, Sydney
When: Saturday 20 February at 1pm
Bring: Wear your Medicare green and golds, and bring homemade signs in support of universal healthcare
RSVP: lick here to register your attendance now

Make no mistake, the Turnbull Government has launched an all-out assault on our universal health system.

First, the Turnbull Government tried to sneak by the $50 billion in Abbott cuts to our hospitals.2 Then, Treasurer Morrison cut bulk-billing incentives for essential pathology services.3 Now, the Coalition's leaked Medicare privatisation plan would see:

  • $50 billion in payment services outsourced to corporate interests
  • our private medical data in the hands of for-profit providers
  • profit-driven corporations calling the shots on who is eligible to receive publicly-funded care

If we don't stand with our doctors and nurses for universal healthcare and make health a priority this election year, the cuts will keep coming – and before we know it, the Turnbull Government will have us on the slippery American slope where quality healthcare depends on your bank balance.

RSVP now and help send a strong message: whether it's under Tony Abbott or Malcolm Turnbull, public health is not for private profit.

Thanks for being a part of it, Nat, Daney and Ruby, for the GetUp team

PS - Can't make it? This Saturday 20 February, thousands of people will rally in the streets and share their health stories online. Chip in now for poster runs and digital promotion to help make a mega media splash out of the National Day of Action on Health:

Jeremy Hammond
Jeremy Hammond

This is NOT justice! This is tyranny! Unless we create better, this is our lot.

Screwed Up Priorities
Screwed Up Priorities

Haunted House Mirror
Haunted House Mirror

I know how she feels!

No Water For Citizens - The Corporations Have It All
Broken Hill Reservoir

Just returned from Broken Hill where the good people there are facing a crisis. Unfortunately it seems, Cubbie Sation, a large cotton station owned by Japanese & Chinese interests has been given the rights to 400,000 megaalitres of water for their farming. This is the equivalent of all the irrigation entitlements in downstream North West NSW. The flow on (or lack thereof) of this is that any people down river from this, are virtually running out of water. Broken Hill have two dams and one is completely empty. The other has 8% left which is silted and salty. People in town are getting very sick and cannot even clean their teeth in the polluted water. It is becoming dangerous to bathe in it. Menindee Lakes which were a fresh water supplier to the city and the main recreational escape from the heat, are drying up. The Darling River which is a tributary of the Murray has barely any water in it. The Government are ignoring this. Animals are dying and looking ill. Please share this to everyone you know. Many thanks. Pamela Stuart

Pinocchio, Snow White and Superman

Pinocchio, Snow White and Superman are out for a stroll in town one day. As they walk, they come across a sign:
"Beauty contest for the most beautiful woman in the world. "I'm entering" says Snow White.
Half an hour later she comes out and they ask her, "Well, how did you do?"

"First Place," says Snow White.

They continue walking and they see another sign: "Contest for the strongest man in the world." "I'm entering" says Superman. After half an hour he returns and they ask him, "How did you make out?"

"First Place," answers Superman. "Did you ever doubt?"

They continue walking when they see a sign: "Contest! Who is the greatest liar in the world?" Pinocchio says "this is mine."
Half an hour later he returns with tears in his eyes.
"What happened?" they asked.

"Who the hell is Bill Shorten?" asks Pinocchio?

Spread Love
Spread Love

The Man from Snowy River by Andrew Barton (Banjo) Paterson

Love this poem:

THERE was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.

All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up -
He would go wherever horse and man could go.

And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins,
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand -
He learned to ride while droving on the plains.

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast;
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least,
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.

He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die -
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.

But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, "That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."

So he waited, sad and wistful - only Clancy stood his friend -
"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred."

"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough;
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.

And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."

So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump,
They raced away toward the mountain's brow,
And the old man gave his orders - "Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.

And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right;
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills."

So Clancy rode to wheel them - he was racing on the wing,
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.

Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.

Then fast the horsemen followed, and the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.

And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side."

When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull -
It might well make the boldest hold their breath;
For the wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.

But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.

He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat -
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.

Past the stringybarks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went,
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound
At the bottom of that terrible descent.

He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill,
And the watchers on the mountain, standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.

Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges - but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.

And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam;
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted, cowed and beaten; then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.

But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.

And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The Man from Snowy River is a household word today,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

Ana Yang Gazillion Bubbles Show

Transport yourself momentarily away from the everyday...

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When The Manure Hits The Fan
When The Manure Hits The Fan


Until next time,
dream big dreams,
plan out how to achieve them,
be continually executing your plans,
enlist people to your causes,
travel and/or read widely, preferably both,
all the while observing what you observe
rather than thinking what you are told to think,
think well of your fellow man,
take time to help your fellow man,
he sorely needs it and it will help you too,
eat food that is good for your body,
exercise your body,
take time to destress,
and do the important things
that make a difference -
they are rarely the urgent ones!



Most of the content herein has been copied from someone else. Especially the images. My goodness some people are talented at creating aesthetics! The small bits that are of my creation are Copyright 2015 © by Tom Grimshaw - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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