Gary Ralph retweeted
Imagine if Europe, in the days after 9/11, had cleared its throat and announced: We have struck a tremendous deal with Osama bin Laden. We have lifted the sanctions on his organization, so he is now free to trade on the open market and bankroll his war against the United States. Bush must step down. The man has no cards.
Has he even looked at his hand?
But no. Europe did nothing of the sort. Europe did not sit down with a mass murderer and come home gushing about what a strong and reasonable fellow he turned out to be.
Europe laced up its boots, flew to Afghanistan, stood shoulder to shoulder with the Americans and hunted that bearded wretch through every godforsaken mountain in the country, because that is what you do when a friend gets hit, and handing the attacker a shopping list while telling the victim to surrender is what you do when you have lost your mind.
I ordered Ronni Salt's Book Gunnawah on EBay and it arrived In a fancy bubble transit bag and inside it was the book wrapped in brown paper with a wax seal. I was impressed. I have never received anything with a wax seal before.
The wax seal says Pearls Books Cairns Since 2019.
Gary Ralph retweeted
The West is waking up to a simple fact: MAGA chose Russia.
For eighty years, Americans knew Moscow was the adversary. Truman knew it. Kennedy knew it. Reagan called the Soviet Union an evil empire. American soldiers prepared to stop Russian armour in Europe, taxpayers financed NATO, and intelligence officers spent careers penetrating the Kremlin.
Russia never changed. It invaded Georgia, seized Crimea, poisoned opponents, interfered in Western elections, attacked Western institutions, and launched the largest war in Europe since 1945.
What changed was part of America.
Trump spent years shouting “Russia, Russia, Russia” and “hoax”. It was never a hoax. Russian interference was real. The campaign to weaken NATO, divide America, discredit institutions and separate the US from Europe was real.
The Kremlin failed to break the West from outside. MAGA started helping from within.
So congratulations, Russia. You lost the Cold War, then found Americans willing to attack the alliance that defeated you and call it patriotism.
Quite a victory.
Gary Ralph retweeted
A Liberal MP is sharing a fake image of Anthony Albanese alone on the tarmac after arriving in the US, claiming it's evidence that "no one wants to be associated with Albo".
aap.com.au/factcheck/liberal…
I asked Google;
"If an Israeli has a fight with a plane hijacker and gets covered with blood, which may have come from the hijacker or the injured pilot or other passengers, would those investigating it bag the bloodied clothes for forensic analysis?"
Answer:
"Yes, forensic investigators would absolutely bag the bloodied clothes for analysis. However, standard protocols dictate that they would use breathable paper bags or cardboard boxes rather than plastic bags, as airtight plastic traps moisture, causing the blood to mold and rapidly destroying the DNA evidence.
Because the blood could belong to multiple people (the pilot, the hijacker, or the passenger themselves), preserving the clothing is a top priority for several reasons:".
The listed reasons spoke about DNA profiling, splatter patterns and chain of custardy of the evidence.
Gary Ralph retweeted
Dear JD Vance,
Friendly reminder, Zohran Mamdani didn't need "two more years" to be an effective politician.
Just saying.
Check out the beautiful blooms along the Tibooburra Road, captured by ABC Ballarat's own Bill Ormonde.
A pretty Mutant Sturt's Desert Pea.
18 U.S. Code § 597 - Expenditures to influence voting
Whoever makes or offers to make an expenditure to any person, either to vote or withhold his vote, or to vote for or against any candidate; and
Whoever solicits, accepts, or receives any such expenditure in consideration of his vote or the withholding of his vote—
Shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than one year, or both; and if the violation was willful, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than two years, or both.
Gary Ralph retweeted
What a nasty bitter miserable corrupt woman.. If you agree please repost. 😩 @PaulineHansonOz #auspol
Gary Ralph retweeted
UPDATE ON GERALD AND HIS MURDER
I apologize for the lack of update yesterday. Work was a total shit show. I was absurdly pissed off. My patience was beaten harder than a metal chair being used in an MMA fight. And quite frankly I did not have the emotional capacity to withstand the participation in the mafia efforts of Gerald and his gaggle of murderous bandits.
To my dismay Gerald knew...he knew all of it.
How do I know you may ask...
Well today there was no egregious demands.
There was no nuts, or thievery.
No shiny objects brought forth onto my property.
And no seemingly aggressive negotiations held.
Gerald and his bevy of raven-black feathered Soldiers simply...
watched.
From the power lines.
From the fence posts.
And one from the rooftop across the alleyway, which quite honestly, felt unnecessarily tactical in my opinion; but I digress.
No problems were caused.
Just observation.
They were scouting.
Studying my movements....where I was going...how i interacted with my neighbors...just watching me from afar.
Waiting to see what my next move would be.
Somehow, this was much more concerning.
Time had passed and then Gerald came and sat next to me.
I sat too.
We suddenly found ourselves staring at one another for quite sometime.
Quietly learning...about ourselves, about one another.
Gerald nodded.
I nodded.
Gerald "hmmm"
I "hmmm" in response.
We began the negotiation proceedings.
The conversation was long. Complicated even.
Honestly, the negotiations took several turns, raveling back and forth.
Gerald "caw"
Me "mmm"
Gerald "coo"
Me "mmm hmmm"
Then a comfortable silence fell between us once more.
It was the kind of silence of two souls that have seen heinous shit and understand that somethings just don't need to be spoken aloud but in silence they acknowledge.
After several minutes, and suspense filling the air...
Gerald looked off into the distance.
I also looked into the distance.
Gerald looked back towards me.
I looked back towards Gerald.
He nodded, ever so slowly.
I nodded back.
A consensus had been made.
To what?
I have no fucking clue.
Whatever it was, we are both ready to die for it.
Then Gerald fled.
I thought the meeting had been adjourned.
I was was in fact wrong.
Because 3 minutes later, Gerald returns with a twig.
Another crown appears with a twig.
Then another.
And another.
At this point I sat perfectly still because when a harmonized murder of crows start devising something right in front of your eyes, interrupting feels like the beginnings of a curse.
They designed the twigs into what can only best be described as the utmost shittiest looking crown one should ever see. It was beautiful.
Gerald nudged it towards me.
I stared for a moment longer, and in a whisper asked "Gerald, is this for me?"
Gerald "CAWWW"
Naturally...I put it on.
Then Gerald bowed his tiny fucking head.
The entire power line erupted in what I hope was cheering...could have been screaming, or a declaration of a full on war with the next county.
But the ceremony was complete.
They named me King.
No, not Queen.
KING.
I made no effort to correct them.
Who the fuck am I to question Crow Law? I think the fuck not.
I stood upon my newly acquired Army of Avion Species, and with my newly crafted crown of which made by twigs, leaves and what I seriously hope to be string...
and performed my first official act as Supreme.
I grabbed the Good Spoon, and hovered over Gerald's majestic feathered wings...
and said "By the power irresponsibly and most certain mistakenly granted to me by this Order, I hereby knight thee General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of thine Power Line, Collector of Nuts, First General of the Crow Army, and Right Hand to the King."
Gerald bowed.
I bowed.
The Army squawked.
and then....
Every fucking one of them fled.
In the same fucking direction.
Gerald stayed beside me.
If only for a moment.
He stared at me.
Bored deep into my soul.
Gave one final nod.
and then, he flew in the direction our Army went.
I don't know where they went.
I have absolutely no idea what I fucking agreed upon.
I'm unsure why they needed a King?
I do not have any clue as to what Gerald is plotting.
So in conclusion:
Yesterday, Gerald was a mob boss out for blood.
Today, he gathered intelligence.
and tomorrow...
WE FUCKING RIDE!
To where? I'll leave you shiny bungholes to guess.
I better go stalk up on some fucking walnuts.
Chao!
Gary Ralph retweeted
Sorry to say Everald those responsible for illegal and cruel Robodebt shake down of our most vulnerable Australians will get off scot free.. that includes Scott Morrison. Stuart Robert and Christian Porter. @NACCgovau by tortuous incamera process swept it under the Canberra rug.
