Three students in one of Queensland’s top Universities wandered into an unmarked (or at least under marked) facility looking to use a computer. They were stopped and questioned about their ethnic ancestry. When it turned out that they belonged to the “wrong” ethnic group they were refused access to the computers and asked to leave the facility.
Just a few miles from where I grew up, there lived a disturbed young man named Ian Brady. Ian met a young girl at work called Myra Hindley and they began a love affair. Unfortunately, Myra was also particularly twisted and their partnership would lead to horrific tragedy.
It’s nice to have a couple of days away from the news but flicking through this morning and what do we find?
I’d like to pay tribute to Barack Hussein Obama and his incredible legacy. Obama is a Muslim. I’m not just saying that, he really is. According to the Islamic faith, if your father is a Muslim then you are too. Obama’s father was a Muslim.
A couple of years ago I made the prediction that within 15 years, Islam will be finished as a force on this planet. At the time I thought this might turn out to be a conservative estimate. I still do.
Normally it’s nice to be proven right. I feel no sense of satisfaction however, seeing the horrific images of murder and mayhem in Paris. I feel no urge to say “I told you so.” It just makes me sick to my stomach. Sick because it doesn’t have to be this way.
I was asked recently whether any Islamic religious experts had tried to refute the claims in my book. Funnily enough, when I thought about it, there hasn’t been a single one. Considering how touchy they are about their religion you might think they would have something to say about such a high profile Amazon best seller.
Sometimes, important moments in history can go by almost unnoticed. The Gettysburg address for instance, was barely remarked upon when it was delivered and when a young Austrian by the name of Adolf Hitler had a dust up in a beer hall, few people paid attention.
I didn’t have high expectations when I tuned in to the ABC’s 7.30 Report the other night. Lucky really because I don’t deal well with disappointment.
Don’t you care about Muslims? Your new policy focus promises to be more accommodating to Islam. No doubt, this will mean more public money to Islamic organisations. Suppression of free speech will continue or be intensified where Islam is concerned.
Over a year ago Harry Richardson, best selling author, a respected authority on Islam and contributor to pickeringpost.com, wrote explaining the real role of mosques and the dark future they pose for Australia. This is Harry's ominous article:
How tragically ironic that Tony Abbott was dumped as PM some two weeks after vindication of his bravest and most controversial policy.
Dear Jimmy, Hi how are you? Er, you probably have never heard of me, but of course I’ve heard of you, rock legend and all that. We do have a few things in common mind you. We both came from the UK (other side of the border) and settled in this great country.
Many of us are struggling to complete our tax returns at this time of year. There is one insidious tax which we need to deal with however and this must be submitted by 31st of July. The cut off date for submissions to the Halal investigation is July 30th.
The recent furore over the ABC’s inclusion of a convicted terrorist sympathiser on the guest list of Q&A is starting to die down. It has however raised an important but as yet unanswered question. Why do we need a public broadcaster at all?
Words matter, they matter a lot. Words define our thoughts and our thoughts drive our actions. By the manipulation of language it is possible to effect changes without people even realising what has happened.
Einstein defined Insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. If he was right, then Government policies for combating Islamic violence are nothing short of insane.
I hate it when the alarm goes off at stupid o'clock on Anzac morning and I know I have to drag myself out of bed to go to the dawn service. At the same time I love the way that this small deprivation forces me to think of the sacrifices that were given to create this amazing society that we live in.
The hardest thing about being a journalist for a local paper is that not much ever happens in a small town. If a cat gets stuck up a tree, you rush down to get the scoop. School fete? Of course you will be there.