Common calls heard in our household:
"Mah-nees? Mah-nees??"
(Maisy the mouse)
"Ptomiss? Ptomiss??"
(Thomas the you-know-what)
"Par-tee? Par-tee??"
(see below....)
"Wee-gols? Wee-gols??"
(Some guys in bright coloured star trek outfits singing about vegetables, parties and random animals)
Branded. Consent is being manufactured. And I, good lefty dad, conscious of the complexity of the world, am resisting with vigour!
(apartfromstickingonthemaisyorwigglesdvdsandthethomastankenginesofaIboughtfromkmart)
Well, I have taught her to say "logo" and "trash", so hopefully she may at least learn to sort the dross from the ore...
The war to end war, still going on
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Anzac Day (the anniversary of the disastrous Gallipoli landings in 1915) is
always a sad day, but even more so this year, with the horrors unfolding
before...
13 hours ago
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