Unrool nursery rhymes
Posted: June 11, 2017 Filed under: Politics, Self improvement | Tags: auspol, breaking through walls, close the camps manus nauru, disruptive, guru, influenza, Inspirational quotes, insta-famous, learned, Nursery rhymes for adults, nursery rhymes for single mothers and others, political poetry, social media addiction, time wasting, whatevs, wisdom, world peace Leave a commentAs a well-known hash taggerer, disruptor slash influenza influencer slash media guru and recent graduate of The Richard Wilkins’ School of Real Good Journalism ‘n’ That, I’m very, very busy coming up with Get Rich Quick Schemes and ways to help my many readers find more ways to connect and waste time on social media. I’m hoping to motivate my huge fanbase to break through brick walls and hashtag their way to world peace, pin so many photos on Pinterest that the war in Syria will end, and sign so many petitions that Malcolm Turnbull will finally grow a spine. Whatevs.
I’m so busy being fabulous that I’m hoping you won’t notice that I’ve written a short and gratuitous blog post this week. In the meantime, here is some of my unbelievably artistic rhyming poetry stuff:
Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall
One named Peter (Dutton) and one named Paul (Keating)
Rack off Peter, kick him off Paul
Drop dead Peter, come back Paul
Controversial political art that is
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Imagine
Posted: August 9, 2012 Filed under: LOVE, Thought For the Day | Tags: Enola Gay, hibakusha, hiroshima, Imagine, John Lennon, Lest we Forget, Los Alamos, Nagasaki atomic bomb, Peace on earth, US Airforce, Word War II, world peace 1 Comment67 years ago today American soldiers dropped ‘Fat Man’ on Nagasaki, having dropped ‘Little Boy’ from Enola Gay on the city of Hiroshima three days before. Approximately 250,000 people were killed by the two bombs. Truman said at the time,”the United States and its allies had spent two billion dollars on the greatest scientific gamble in history-and won.” The Hibakusha, (literally explosion-affected people) now number over 600, 000, living and dead.
A few months after the bombs dropped, my dad was stationed in Japan and visited Hiroshima with other reporters, a cartoonist and photographers. My dad and his friends all contracted some form of cancer in the years since.
67 years later the world is still fighting for peace. Have we learnt nothing?
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