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Once again the media are simply selectively quoting Trump to the point of lying by ommission about what he says.  Anything to make him look stupid when events are proving that he is far smarter that most of the journalists he jousts with.


President Donald Trump’s suggestion that Americans should inject themselves with household disinfectants as a coronavirus remedy provoked an apparently universal rebuke Friday

As well it should…if he had actually said that but he didn’t. Not that the fact he didn’t say it matters to the press or Democrats – they just say he did say it. 

Nancy Pelosi (Democrat Leader) says;

The president is asking people to inject Lysol into their lungs.


Well no, he isn’t actually but once again, the truth doesn’t matter.

Read this

Bill Bryan, Under Secretary for Science and Technology at DHS, talked about the half-life of the coronavirus on surfaces like door handles and stainless steel surfaces, saying that when they “inject” UV rays into the mix along with high temperatures and increased humidity that the virus dies quickly.  

Bryan continued by noting that DHS also tested if certain types of disinfectant could kill the coronavirus.

“We’ve tested bleach, we’ve tested isopropyl alcohol on the virus, specifically in saliva or in respiratory fluids, and I can tell you that bleach will kill the virus in five minutes,” Bryan said. “Isopropyl alcohol will kill the virus in 30 seconds, and that’s with no manipulation, no rubbing. Just bring it on and leaving it go. You rub it and it goes away even faster.”…

Immediately following these remarks is where Trump states, “So, I’m going to ask Bill a question that probably some of you are thinking of if you’re totally into that world, which I find to be very interesting. So, supposing when we hit the body with a tremendous, whether it’s ultraviolet or just very powerful light, and I think you said that hasn’t been checked, but you’re going to test it. And then I said supposing you brought the light inside the body, which you can do either through the skin or in some other way. And I think you said you’re going to test that too. Sounds interesting. And then I see the disinfectant, where it knocks it out in a minute, one minute. And is there a way we can do something like that by injection inside or almost a cleaning? Because you see it gets in the lungs and it does a tremendous number on the lungs, so it’d be interesting to check that, so that you’re going to have to use medical doctors with, but it sounds interesting to me. So, we’ll see, but the whole concept of the light, the way it kills it in one minute. That’s pretty powerful.”  

A few moments later, ABC News reporter Jon Karl asked Bryan, “The president mentioned the idea of a cleaner, bleach and isopropyl alcohol emerging. There’s no scenario where that could be injected into a person, is there?”

“No, I’m here to talk about the finds that we had in the study,” Bryan responded. “We don’t do that within that lab at our labs.”

At Business Insiders they head their piece with this; 

See the full video and transcript of Trump suggesting disinfectant might be injected as a coronavirus cure

and then don’t show the full video.  Particularly where Trump goes on to explain;

Trump then clarified his remarks: “It wouldn’t be through injections, you’re talking about almost a cleaning and sterilization of an area. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t work, but it certainly has a big effect if it’s on a stationary object.”

Trump later raised the possibility of whether UV rays could kill the coronavirus if it was on a person’s skin, in particular if it were on their hands.

“If they’re outside, right, and their hands are exposed to the sun, will that kill it as though it were a piece of metal or something else?” Trump asked.

“I don’t want to say it will at the same rate because it’s a non-porous surface, but what we do know is that we looked at the worst case scenario and the virus lives longer on non-porous surfaces,” Bryan responded. “So porous surfaces, it doesn’t live quite as long, so in theory what you said is correct.”

From this exchange,  the media reported the president was advising people inject bleach to kill the virus.

Scott Adams, nailed the nonsensical interpretation of these remarks: 


There’s a massive IQ test on the Internet today. If you think the president was asking Dr. Birx about injecting bleach or isopropyl alcohol into coronavirus patients — because it sounded that way to you — you failed the test. CNN ran an ad promoting this disingenuous poppycock: and Nancy Pelosi lied claiming that the President had said people should kill the virus by injecting Lysol.

In fact, the president’s reference was to Ultraviolet catheter technology. It was recently in the news and Dr Birx was unfamiliar with it. Here’s how it works. As for other means of disinfecting Virus patients besides the ultraviolet healight others are exploring such things as controlled ethanol vapor inhalation

Respirators do not seem to work well, and other technologies are being utilized and explored. Instead of realizing that the president (who seems to work 24 hours a day trying to keep abreast of such things) knew more about these developments than Dr. Brix (or they) did, they distorted and mocked his work. Media operations are failing in droves and deserve this fate.

Clumsily worded – yes, suggesting people inject themselves with lysol – no.

I see it as a discussion between the President and Bill Bryan where they are generally talking about ideas that are being considered and tested as we look for a cure.  Nowhere did anyone look directly into the camera and tell people to do things.  It was simply a discussion about how we might go about finding a cure.

Still if you hate Trump,  because he mentioned the word “disinfectant” then believe what you will. Me, I’m not overly impressed with him but I’m less impressed with the media and their continual negative presentation of the man.


Reading Tim Blair’s post on scorpions reminded me of this little devil from my youth.

We were at a fire support base and it had been raining all night.  My pit was full of water so when morning stand-to came I was up to my groin in water, standing with rifle in hand and extra mags and hand grenades near by, in case Charlie dropped in. Army SOPs mostly don’t consider weather so stand to is in your pit; doesn’t matter how uncomfortable it is, it is always better than being above ground should the bad guys attack.

Any way, as the sun came up I noticed I wasn’t alone in the pit – a scorpion was in with me swimming around trying to get out. One of his possible exits was to climb the big object in the water with him and that would’ve entailed him gaining access to my body via my groin area. I leapt out of the pit like a young colt because a young colt I was in those days and really, really wanted to maintain the “Colt” status. I quickly planned his demise on the basis that at time of my life, not even humans could threaten my life, let alone a scorpion, without paying the supreme price.  He was bottled and given a big drink of methylated spirits that the Int Section used to clean map plastic (talc) covers.

The Adjutant, Andy Mattay (God Bless and Rest in Peace Andy) thought it was hilarious and took a photo for posterity

I would point out that I’m a big man and have what are arguable the biggest hands in the country, so he’s no little scorpion like Tim Blair’s. You could use this one as a cattle dog it was so big.

Just another day in my not-so-boring life.

The best a man used to get

Virtue signalling at its best. Gillette, the best a man can get add attacks it’s customer base. I note in the add that only some of us are OK – the rest are misogynists, bullies or sexist predators – straight from a #MeToo script. Good move guys – gives me a reason to change to Schick. I trust the feminist movement buy heaps of your products because you will lose sales from your customer base. King C.Gillette, who started the company in 1901 will be turning in his grave right about now.

We must stand by war heroes

An article by Geoff Hourn a former officer in the Special Air Service Regiment, former WA State vice president of the Returned and Services League and current president of Highgate RSL Sub Branch.


Winston Churchill and George Orwell have both been attributed with saying “people sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us”.

Rudyard Kipling in 1890, in his poem Tommy, condemned people “making mock of uniforms that guard you while you sleep”.

Both themes are truisms that still apply in 2018. We can only be highly civilised while other men and women are there to guard us. We can only be civilised when others do disagreeable things so that ordinary people, here and elsewhere, can sleep safely in their beds at night



There’s plenty of Roos, Lee. Plenty!

Kangaroo: A Love-Hate Story is a documentary made by Kate McIntyre Clere and Michael McIntyre and suggests we hate the roos and they are at risk of becoming an endangered species.

The Australian has an article here and here we see Greenie and communist Lee Rhiannon getting involved as she recognises the chance to put Australia down.

In The Australian, Phillipa Hawker, reviewing the doco, suggests;

A new documentary finds Australians bitterly divided over a national symbol.

Maybe there’s bitter division in Phillipa’s favourite coffee shop in the CBD but I think 98% of Aussies recognise the Roo as a great animal but that it does damage agriculture and they need to be culled. From the time we were colonised, farmers and town planners have been building tens of thousands of dams thus providing an opportunity for the Roo population to expand exponentially.

The last time I crossed the Nullabor I was driving though mobs as big as depicted in the video below and stuck on low speeds for ten or 20 kilometres at a time.

They aren’t endangered and it’s unlikely they ever will be.

I can understand the Doco makers trying to make a quid based on “look at the poor joey” but Rhiannon?  She just wants to stuff up the country and deny any income from agriculture.

The Communist bitch should be shot. Now there’s a thought – cull the communists.  Now that would be great for the country

I wonder if any of the above have seen this clip?


In June 2017 we had the opportunity to plant 240 hectares of chickpeas, by the end of July half of these had been eaten by the roos and the other half will probably be eaten in the next month. It makes me wonder what proportion of the Greens income is also donated to keeping these native animals alive.

Posted by Michael Hetherington on Friday, 28 July 2017

Story Telling – Runaway

Some light amusement for you from the website australianstorytelling

Trainee pilot, Tony Tearaway, was feeling proud of himself. This morning he’d been flying solo; circuits and bumps at Bankstown Aerodrome, in Sydney’s South-west. Sure he’d stalled his little blue British-built Auster aircraft on touchdown. But no worries. This had happened before. Tony would simply get out and swing the prop and the aero-engine would burst into life again. He seen it done many times before.

So Tony Tearaway swung the wooden prop and the engine roared to life. Unfortunately, Tony had forgotten to apply the hand-brake and chock the wheels, so the little high-winged monoplane started to move.

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ASIO reacts to Cabinetgate

The ABC report that they have received a classified cabinet brought from a second hand dealer by persons unamed and that the cabinet contained classified documents from the Prime Ministers Office of at least five governments.

ASIO reacts and moves to secure classified cabinet files held in ABC offices in early morning operation

ABC says Decision to publish ‘in national interest’.  No! 

Publishing the fact that the filing cabinet filled with classified papers was sold is in the interests of the national interest.  Publishing what the papers actually were and what they were about is not.

But then the ABC don’t have a track record of acting in the ‘national interest’ rather they act in the interests of anyone or anything that denigrates conservative side of politics

The ABC then exacerbates the security leak by reporting;

Hundreds of top-secret and highly classified cabinet documents have been obtained by the ABC. Now they’re yours to explore.

and provide links!

Hey, the documents are, in your own words, Top Secret and highly classified. It’s in the ‘national interest’ for you to give them over to the authorities’

Not publish the bloody details.





Some Bush Poetry

WE pensioned off old Blue, our dog
when old age got him down
We sent him for company
to old Grandma in the town

But while Granny was elated
Blue still craved the great out doors
and he would roam the town exploring
while old granny did the chores

So, it was this Sunday morning
Blue was fossicking about
through the paddocks near the township
on his normal daily scout

When a canine gourmet odour
overpowered his sense of smell
though his eyesight had diminished
his old sniffer still worked well

And the sense of his excitement
was reposed down by the creek
where a sheep had met his maker
for the best part of a week

For its woolly corpse was spreading
and the air was far from fresh
from this rancid flyblown carcass
with its seething greenish flesh

It was a dogs idea of heaven
and old Blue, he rubbed and rolled
till he ponged just like the sheep did
and with ecstasy extolled

Then an idea formed within him
as he gave a gentle tug
and he found the carcass followed
like a matted lumpy rug

He would take it home for later
it should last a week or two
if he stored it in his kennel
he could keep his prize from view

So he gripped the carcass firmly
proudly into town he went
but his load proved fairly heavy
and old Blues energy soon spent

And the only shade on offer
was the building with the bell
and he dragged his prize towards
with its flies and feral smell

Then the dog and sheep both rested
in the front porch of the church
old Blue looked up the gangway
at the parson on his perch

He was revving up the faithful
to repent to save their worth
and said Satan was the culprit
for all the rotten things on earth

And he roared of fire and brimstone
and redemption for the throng
up the aisle came Satan’s presence
in this godforsaken pong

And they all cried “Hallelujah”
and they fell as one to pray
but by now old Blue was rested
and he hadn’t time to stay

He proceeded up the roadway
with the woolly corpse in tow
with a shortcut through the nursing home
the quickest way to go

Where the matron, in a panic
counted heads in mortal fright
with a smell like that they’d surely lost
a patient through the night

And the members at the bowls club
lowered all their flags half mast
doffed their hats in silence
for the funeral going past

But old Blue lugged his prize on homewards
travelling past the bowling club
till he took a breather under
the veranda of the pub

There old boozing Bill was resting
sleeping off the night before
to wait the Sunday session
when they opened up the door

When the stench awoke his slumber
which was highly on the nose
and he thought his pickled body
had begun to decompose

And he missed the Sunday session
when he ran home to his wife
to proclaim the shock announcement
he was off the booze for life

Meanwhile Blue could see Gran’s gateway
at the far end of the street
so he started up the pavement
with his ripe and tasty treat

But there was movement in the backstreets
as the town dogs sniffed in deep
they broke chains and climbed high fences
for a piece of Blue’s dead sheep

And Blue felt the road vibrating
from the stamp of canine feet
as this pack of thirty mongrels
came advancing up the street

But he wasn’t into sharing
so he sought a quick escape
and he spied a nearby building
with a door that stood agape

Through this door he sought asylum
but his presence caused a shriek
for he’d chosen the local deli
that was run by Nick the Greek

And Blue shot beneath a table
where the sheep and he could hide
but the dog pack was relentless
and they followed him inside

Now the table Blue had chosen
was a double booked mistake
with the law enforcement sergeant
sipping coffee on his break

And the sergeant sat bolt upright
with a dog between his feet
and his eyes began to water
from the dead decaying meat

Then the sarge leapt up in horror
but in his haste he slipped and fell
falling down amongst Blue’s mutton
with it’s all embracing smell

And he lay somewhat bewildered
in the gore, flat on his back
when the mongrel pack descended
in a frenzied dog attack

With first thought self- preservation
from the rows of teeth he faced
the sarge fumbled for his pistol
in it’s holster at his waist

There were muffled bangs and yelping
as random shots rang out
and the whine of bouncing bullets
off the brickwork all about

As he blasted in a panic
from beneath the blood and gore
a front window and the drink fridge
were both added to the score

And the cappuccino maker
copped a mortal wound and died
hissing steam, it levitated
falling frothing on it’s side

And Nick the Greek, the owner
grabbed a shotgun in his fright
blasting into the confusion
of the frantic canine fight

At short range it wasn’t pretty
dogs were plastered on the wall
there was laminex in splinters
clouds of dog hair covered all

Then the smoke detector whistled
with the gunsmoke in the air
which set off the sprinkler system
and a siren gave a blare

And the echoes still were ringing
when beneath the dying heap
there emerged old Blue, still dragging
at the remnants of his sheep

It’s head was gone and several legs
but it hadn’t lost it’s smell
in the armistice that followed
Blue decided not to dwell

He leapt the fence at Grandma’s
for his feet had sprouted wings
pure adrenalin propelled him
fleeing dogs and guns and things

Now old Gran had influenza
and had lost her sense of smell
with Blues sheep in the garden
that was probably just as well

And she looked out from her front fence
at the town in disarray
at the ambulance, police cars
and you guessed it, the RSPCA

Then the fire brigade rushed past her
flashing lights of rosy hue
and she hugged the old dog tightly
he’d protect her would old Blue

You just stay here like a good dog
Grandma told him with a frown
“cause you’ve no idea the trouble
you can get into in town”


They lined the ridge at sunset and in the waning light

The far-flung line of squadrons came on in headlong flight,

The desert land behind them — in front the fearful fight,

The Wells of old Beersheba must fall before the night …

With cold steel bayonets gleaming, in sodden seas of blood

They raced towards the stronghold, all in a crimson flood,

Such maddening surge of horses, such tumult and such roar

The Wells of old Beersheba had never seen before …

They stormed across the trenches and, so the stories say,

They drove the Moslem gunners as wild winds scatter spray.

No force or fire could turn them on that long maddening run,

The Wells of old Beersheba had fallen with the sun.

And those who came not homeward, their memory is grand —

The Wells of old Beersheba will guard their graves of sand

Edwin Gerard


From an article by Peter Craven in The Australian

Social justice or football?

So the SJFL (Social Justice Football League) previously known as the AFL are in trouble for calling for the resignation of two executives because they had affairs with two women also employed by the SJFL. The two women were not subordinates of the men, there were no complaints from the women and they weren’t teenagers.  Nowhere has there been a suggestion of harassment, bullying or discrimination nor has it been suggested that the affairs were non consensual.

The AFL is facing mounting criticism over a decision to force the resignation of two executives over workplace affairs, with its hard-line approach going far ­beyond what is considered best practice across the corporate and government sectors.

The AFL was accused of overreacting in calling for the resignations of its head of operations Simon Lethlean and commercial boss Richard Simkiss and of acting primarily to protect its own reputation from accusations it runs a blokey workplace culture.

The men were married but it’s not as if that doesn’t happen in pretty well every work place in Australia.

The SJL are forever going on about social justice to the detriment of and distraction from the game.  I’m not interested in the players sexual habits nor the colour of his skin.  I am simply interested in his agility, skills and sportsmanship and I’m not in a minority.

I’ll start watching AFL again when it drops it’s social justice agenda and starts concentrating on it’s core responsibility – providing sport for the masses.

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