The Pickering Post
Saturday, 20th January 2018

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Larry Pickering

Four-time Walkley Award winning political commentator and Churchill Fellow, has returned to the fray over concern that the integrity of news dissemination is continually being threatened by a partisan media.


I always thought I would make it until the look on the doctors’ faces changed to one of concerned urgency. Only then did I know I had a fight on my hands, but I had never lost a fight, and I wasn’t about to lose this one. All I wanted to do was get out of there but they told me the tennis ball-size hole in my lung was cancerous and at best I had maybe six months to live, and even with chemotherapy I was only a 10 per cent chance of making it. That was when the game changed for me.

My little boy wasn’t able to visit me anymore because he got too upset when he had to leave. I was determined to get home. Three times the emergency siren went off and doctors and nurses were rushing everywhere. 

Through a morphine haze I could see between all the legs, my older son in the corridor on his haunches. His furrowed brow relaxed a little when I gave him a thumb’s up.

After two operations to remove the lung I had talked my way out of there and I was getting driven home. But it wasn’t long before I was in an ambulance on the way back.

At half my normal weight and half asleep I kept repeating to myself, “I am strong, I am in control, I am strong, I am in control”, over and over, again and again.

I was improving and tried to finish a crossword to test my mental level but I couldn’t handle it. I was craving for wine trifle and a neighbour brought me a beauty that I quickly devoured.

Finally I was ready to go home again and the oncologists were busy arranging the dates for chemo. 

They looked shocked when I told them I was not having chemo. “Look”, I explained, “all I know is that cancer struck my wife of 40 years and six of my friends and they all died within weeks of beginning chemo.” 

I was getting into the car outside the hospital and the doctors were still trying to convince me of the treatment, but I was having none of it.

A month later my two favourite people, Singo and his son Jack, flew up to buy me lunch. I was eating everything that was coloured red at the time and Singo had arranged for this flash restaurant to provide a lunch of everything edible that was even slightly ruddy.

Reminiscing over the last half century for five hours with tears in our eyes and on our eighth bottle of red I got up to go for a smoke and fell flat on my face, tearing a four inch gash in my eyebrow, but I didn’t feel a thing, it was great to just be alive and with friends.

Another month and I was hanging for a game of golf, but I was exhausted after five holes and content to sit in the buggy wondering why my swing had changed. After being cut in half twice I figured I must have lost all muscle memory as nerve endings had not rejoined where they originally belonged. 

Maybe, but I now have a new swing and a new handicap that has gone from 5 to bloody 17, but I can easily manage 18 holes.

I apologise, there is nothing worse than having to endure other people’s medical stories, but it’s really about Victoria’s assisted death legislation. I don’t pray to God for wellness, I am an atheist and can never change that. But I do believe in the mind’s strength and how sheer will can beneficially affect serious conditions.

Okay, so I have incredible friends and a devoted family. I was helped by friends like Mick Dittman who bought me $4,000 worth of concentrated vitamin C and wouldn’t take a cent for it, and some wonderful ladies in Adelaide who sent me equally expensive concentrated hemp oil without charge.

I can’t say if anything worked because I don’t know what the result would have been if I had taken nothing. I can only say people caring about me worked. My kids’ cuddles and my wife’s cups of tea worked. My friends like Larry Olsen who brings me firewood and drops by with a bottle of red to talk shit with me for an hour worked… all of those things worked.

What also worked was my determination to stay in charge and stay strong. The thought of my kids without a kiss goodnight or crying at a funeral was too much. Two years has taken its toll emotionally, psychologically and financially, but I’m determined not to give in during the next five years of tests and beyond. 

I believe in the sanctity of both old and unborn lives. People who play God believe otherwise. I understand the palliative care argument and the right of someone to decide to check out, but can anyone who decides to end it be of sound mind? And should anyone else make that decision for them? I don't think so.

Only I will decide when I’m ready to check out, 

…not others nominated by Daniel Andrew’s legislation.


Don't let relieving suffering be labelled as someone else pulling the plug , You have obviously allowed qualified people to save your life. > If someone is with it enough to decide on ending their life then their life doesn't need to be ended. > more about not prolonging suffering & distress when it's " all over anyway ". > You will still be here in 50 years as it is your duty to continue with making Gillards life HELL.

Larry, you keep saying you do not believe in God but your words and whole attitude to life say otherwise. God bless you, you are an inspiration.

You're an inspiration Larry


Stanley Holloway - My word you do look queer!

Green Shire Councils across Australia are voting to not support any companies in their Shires who are doing business with Adani by refusing to use their services .

It amuses me that Dan only pushed this through Parliament because of his old man's death. Did he have high rego costs and crazy power bills too? How about fixing these things with the same vigour.

Government places MA15 to censor Christian TV ad about curriculum taught to 12 year olds
Why did the censors put a MA15 rating on our new ad?
Because it displays quotes from the radical gay sex education that’s being taught to 12-year-olds in our schools through the so-called ‘Safe Schools’ program.
Radical gay sex education like this is being pushed on our kids in school – but it can’t be shown on TV till after 8:30 at night.
Watch the new ad now and see why we need to stand up now for marriage and parents’ rights to say “NO” to radical gay sex education in our schools.
Same-sex marriage will quickly be followed by compulsory radical gay sex and de-gendering programs in all schools.
And parents won’t be able to object.
Thank you for raising your voice to defend marriage, freedom and your children!
Lyle Shelton
Managing Director

Just saw an NRL Hamony add - replete with a young African aspirant to the league and a bevy of young ladies with niqabs: great to see

"No win , no fee " is a con that only lawyers could dream up.If you lose you still have to pay their outlays. If you lose the respondent will want his legal costs. Looks good, too good to be true.

France - A family in Toulouse who called their baby some Jihad are in legal limbo after the city's authorities took the case to prosecutors to see if the name was lawful... Judges with now have to rule whether or not to order the parents to change the name of the child who was born in the southwestern city in August.....Until 1993 French parents had to choose a first name for their offspring from an officially approved list (commonsense really given the idiots who become parents), but now they are allowed to pick any name as long as it does not go against the child's interests (a bad move - no doubt by one of France's commo governments) The Arabic word "jihad" means self denial of a personal and non-violent battle against sin

New Post Up!!!!!!!

David Ferrie, accomplice of Lee H Oswald and confidant of Clay Shaw ( Bertrand ) and "person of interest " in the Kennedy Assassination writes 2 Suicide Notes on the night that he dies of "Natural Causes"......Profound.

Worth a read.
James Charcomb, dublin, United States, 2 hours ago
Meghan? maybe it's time to hang up your spurs.

On June 4, 1963, a little known attempt was made to strip the Federal Reserve Bank of its power to loan money to the government at interest. On that day President John F. Kennedy signed Executive Order No. 11110 that returned to the U.S. government the power to issue currency, without going through the Federal Reserve. Annnd there you have it.

Transgender UK - Telegraph - Norman Tebbit - We need to investigate the causes of this sudden transgender explosion. "thank The Lord (or our Editor) for the article by Allison Pearson in last Wednesday'sTelegraph :When will the madness end in this brave transgender world". When indeed, Not, I suspect, until we move on from blaming just the baleful influence of the social media or the equality industry...Winston queries whether to contraception pill has anything to do with the transgender explosion, a possible cause no one has mentioned but is the elephant in the room..Returning to Mr Tebbit - "Allison Pearson wrote "All this fuss, even though such people make up only the teeniest sliver of our population. There are more Britons who keep guinea pigs than who identify as transgender."

From “On the Trail of the Assassins” Jim Garrison. Penguin 1988 pp 110,111,112

The Assassination of John F Kennedy


That night I began going through Ferrie’s long distance bills for 1962 and 1963. The first thing I noticed was their remarkable diversity. The calls were not only to many domestic cities, but to such distant locals as Guatemala, Mexico, and Canada. Just whom he was calling could have been discovered in short order by a federal agency such as the F.B.I. with its resources and authority. But it had become apparent that no such agencies were going to be willing to help us out.

We had neither the telephone company connections nor the investigative staff to undertake that kind of broad-based, logical approach I would have chosen. Instead, I painstakingly collected and correlated all of the Warren Commission exhibits listing phone calls made by, to, or otherwise connected with witnesses encountered by the federal investigation.

After many evenings of comparing Ferrie’s long-distance calls to those in the Commission exhibits, I made a connection.

The local telephone bill indicated that one of Ferrie’s calls had been made from New Orleans to Chicago on September 24, 1963. This was, according to the Warren Commission’s later conclusions, the day before Lee Oswald left New Orleans.

The number Ferrie called in Illinois that day was WH 4-4970. The local phone bill did not identify the recipient.

Was Ferrie calling, perhaps, to report to some intermediary that the sheepdipping job had been completed or that “the kid is leaving New Orleans” or something of that sort?

In Commission exhibit number 2350 ) pgae 335 of volume XXV) I found a call made to exactly the same number. WH 4-4970 in Chicago, Illinois. Under Additional Information in the Commission volume was listed “Person call [sic] at 9:09 a.m. credit card used. Kansas City Missouri to Miss A. Asie Room 1405.”

The exhibit did not identify the caller. However, now at least I had someone’s name to connect with the number Ferrie called.

Some nights later I located Miss Asie – now spelled Aasie - in Commission exhibit number 2266. There an F.B.I. report identified her more fully as “JEAN AASE” of Chicago, Illinois. The F.B.I. report, dated December 4, 1963, described how she had accompanied “LAWRENCE V. MEYERS” on a business trip to Dallas, Texas, where they arrived the evening of November 20, 1963 – two days before President Kennedy’s assassination. They checked into the Ramada Motel, the report continued, where they spent the night. On November 21 they moved to the Cabana Motel.

Aase then stated, according to the F.B.I. report, that on the evening of November 21, Meyers took her to the Carousel Club, where he introduced her to Jack Ruby and “the three of them sat at a table near the doorway and chatted.”

Considering that Lee Oswald’s New Orleans friend David Ferrie had called her Chicago number, I wondered if Miss Aase was later curious when Jack Ruby, her partner in casual conversation, killed Oswald three days later.

As I searched through the Warren Commission volumes, my confusion about Jean Aase increased. There had been no index to the testimony volumes to indicate that Jean Asie or Jean Aase existed. As for the exhibit volumes, there was no index to indicate the existence of anyone.

Then, as the F.B.I interview with Lawrence Meyers, I found that she had become Jean West. I looked at the Warren Commission’s discussion of Meyers. From his interview, Meyers certainly appeared to have been a fairly typical, successful, middle-class businessman. His daughter worked for the government NUCLEAR REACTOR at Argonne, Illinois, and his son was in ARMY INTELLIGENCE. As for Meyers’s friendship with Jack Ruby, they had happened to meet a few years back – and Meyers had grown fond of the future murderer of Lee Oswald. The members of the Warren Commission were evidently satisfied with his testimony. Meyers was never asked whether or not he knew David Ferrie. Nor did he have anything to add about the mysterious Miss Aase.

Miss Aase, or Miss West, or whatever her name was, never appeared before the Warren Commission or gave a deposition to Commission lawyers. I did find a third F.B.I. mention of the mysterious women, this time described as “JEAN WEST,” in the same Commission exhibits volume, but it added no illumination. She was not asked whether she knew David Ferrie or how he could have had access to the very phone number by which Meyers also later reached her. Nor did the report reveal a flicker of curiosity about her pre-assassination chat with Jack Ruby.

The timing of this women’s meeting (along with Lawrence Meyers V. Meyers) with Jack Ruby was provocative enough. However, the constant changing of her name, which would confuse anyone who wanted to know about her, confirmed for me that something about her – or her phone number – was suspicious….

At last, some common sense. Now for the slimy bitch to hand back the money.