Surely Americans aren’t stupid enough to actually elect this frightening buffoon. he is so clearly pandering to stupidity, ignorance, blind prejudice.  unfortunately the rest of us will suffer consequences as a result of the poor decisions of the us electorate, we have no option but to sit on the sidelines watching with a growing sense of horror, and doom as this nightmare unfolds in front of us.

But, it is clear that none of the conservative candidates live in the real world.

America, restore yourself to the real world, it is not too late to make a good decision.


Creative works I admire

“I have of late—but
wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.”

Excerpt From: Shakespeare, William. “Hamlet.” Bookbyte Digital. iBooks.
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“O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the[…]”

Excerpt From: Whitman, Walt. “Leaves of Grass.” iBooks.
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More to come…….x

And here it is:


I moved into a new house in Queensland three months ago. For the last two months I see big ants sprinting around the ensuite bathroom every time I walk into it. Sometimes they are under the toilet seat, other times in the basin, but usually on the floor. I generally try to catch and squash them followed by flushing them down the toilet. What strikes me is the sudden enthusiasm they seem to develop for getting away from me whenever I come near with the obvious intent of killing them. These are just ants out doing the bidding of their queen yet they have such a strong will to live. I don’t like to kill them but I dislike the thought of an ant infestation in my bedroom even more!!!

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