There is but one New Year wish for William & his family... To the person who knows what happened to William, please find the courage to contact Crime Stoppers now so Police can find little William & bring him home to the arms of his Mum & Dad where he belongs... #OneMillionReasons, #BringWilliamHome, #MakeTheCall, #WheresWilliam, #NowsTheTime Call now before Police call on you! 1800 333 000
>:( PLEASE LIKE OUR PAGES >:( Exposing islam / Shocking islam Stop the izlamisation of our nation This was before the recent pensioner 'crackdown!' Now they might get nothing? The Pension Assets Test to be implemented on 1 January 2017. So here's fair warning to all politicians of any persuasion, this group of aged voters may be about to make the greatest impact on any Federal election in history, ignoring them may be the start of a changed political environment in this country. Change the Entitlements I absolutely agree, if a pension isn't an entitlement, neither is theirs. They keep telling us that paying us an aged pension isn't sustainable. Paying politicians all the perks they get is even less sustainable! The politicians themselves, in Canberra, brought it up, that the Age of Entitlements is over: The author is asking each addressee to forward this email to a minimum of twenty people on their address list; in turn ask each of those to do likewise. In three days, most people in Australia will have this message. This is one idea that really should be passed around because the rot has to stop somewhere. Proposals to make politicians shoulder their share of the weight now that the Age of Entitlement is over: 1. Scrap political pensions. Politicians can purchase their own retirement plan, just as most other working Australians are expected to do. 2. Retired politicians (past, present & future) participate in Centrelink. A Politician collects a substantial salary while in office but should receive no salary when they're out of office. Terminated politicians under 70 can go get a job or apply for Centrelink unemployment benefits like ordinary Australians. Terminated politicians under 70 can negotiate with Centrelink like the rest of the Australian people. 3. Funds already allocated to the Politicians' retirement fund be returned immediately to Consolidated Revenue. This money is to be used to pay down debt they created which they expect us and our grandchildren to repay for them. 4. Politicians will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Politicians pay will rise by the lower of, either the CPI or 3%. 5. Politicians lose their privileged health care system and participate in the same health care system as ordinary Australian people. i.e. Politicians either pay for private cover from their own funds or accept ordinary Medicare. 6. Politicians must equally abide by all laws they impose on the Australian people. 7. All contracts with past and present Politicians men/women are void effective 31/12/16. The Australian people did not agree to provide perks to Politicians, that burden was thrust upon them. Politicians devised all these contracts to benefit themselves. Serving in Parliament is an honour not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so our politicians should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work. If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people, then it will only take three or so days for most Australians to receive the message. Don't you think it's time? THIS IS HOW YOU FIX Parliament and help bring fairness back into this country!
Some day someone's gonna tell you that your tummies too big. But your eyes aren't big enough. That your thighs are too thick, but your hair isn't thick enough. That your nose is too big, but your boobs aren't big enough. That your lips are too thin, but your arms aren't thin enough.
To be a vixen in bed, but with only a few men. To be funny but not loud. To be smart but don't dare have a diverse opinion. To be political but not powerful or powerful but not political. To love food but stay small.
They will tell you that petite is best, cute is best. It's non offensive and take up minimum room, they will want you to believe that you don't need much room or a strong opinion or a twisted sense of humour with a liberated sex drive and a round tummy with a flat chest. They will gently nudge you into the "girl next door"
But you won't fall for it..
You don't belong in a box labelled "women"
You're gonna be whoever the fuck you wanna be, whoever the fuck you were born to be. Whoever the fuck feels right regardless of whatever whoever thinks of you.
RANT Warning: If you are feeling up and positive and don’t want to think about the dark side, please don’t read this post.
Most days I can see the bright side, most of the time I feel grateful for what I have, but there are days when I just get fed up. I don’t normally talk about the sucky side of my experience here, because I don’t want this to be a place of negativity, but enough is enough, I have had it up to here with cancer and it’s time to drop my lolly.
There are the obvious things about cancer, the nausea and fatigue, the hair loss and the pain. Then there are the things we don’t talk about. I haven’t had a normal shit in 6 years. It’s always constipation from the pain medication, or the opposite from the medication to offset that. I have been going through chemically induced menopause since I was 33, the hot flushes are unbearable and the night sweats so bad that I sometimes have to change all of my bedding several times a night. I now have to wear continence aids because I keep wetting myself. The vomiting is unpredictable, I don’t know if I will keep down each meal. My legs are swelling so much that I can’t walk, so I have to wear compression bandages that are tight, difficult to put on, expensive and hot (and not terribly attractive). Same with my right arm, after having 36 lymph nodes removed. I’m scared to leave the house because I don’t want to wet myself in public, or end up in a gutter throwing up. And it might seem trivial to worry about being bald, but I hate not having hair, I feel self-conscious and can’t stand the sight of myself. I have covered all the mirrors in the house so I don’t accidentally see myself and get that brutal reminder that I have cancer. I take a minimum of 28 tablets per day, each one of them is a reminder that the only reason I am alive is because of all the medication. I am always tired, even when I first wake up. Just walking to the toilet is an effort sometimes. My tastebuds have gone haywire, so food doesn’t have a taste. It’s hard to be enthusiastic about anything that just feels like cardboard in your mouth. There are constant trips to hospital, mostly as an outpatient, thankfully, but I am so sick of that place, and I am going to have to spend more and more time there as the disease progresses. There is constant fear. Fear that each little ache and pain is more cancer, and fear that the cancer is winning. Then on top of that I have to listen to people tell me that if I eat apricot kernels or marijuana cookies I will be cured and that pharmaceutical companies are hiding the cure because they want to keep making money off chemo. It’s ridiculous. They could charge heaps more for a cure than they could ever charge for current medications. Let’s face it, I would double mortgage my house, and sell my soul to buy a cure! And then I get told that if I think positively I will beat it. Once cancer has metastasised it is NOT curable. I will not survive this cancer. No matter how positive I am, I will die of this disease. The best I can hope for is to live a bit longer, knowing that the life I do get to squeeze in will be full of appointments, waiting rooms, needles, medication, and side effects. And I am one of the lucky ones, I have been able to live longer than expected because there was a drug that stabilised my cancer for a long time.
Sorry to whinge. I don’t want sympathy. I just want to acknowledge how cruel and relentless cancer is. How hard it is to live with. I thank you for your support, and I do understand how fortunate I am to be so loved and well supported. Heaps of people have cancer. But they don’t all have the joy of two beautiful, healthy, happy boys, a brother like Sam and Dave and sisters like Hilde and Em. They don’t all have a village to inspire them to find the best in life. They don’t all have the security of a roof over their heads. They don’t all have the peace that their kids will be well loved, and guided through life with their other parent after they die. They don’t all have great friends like Mike. Some people have to work until the very end because they can’t afford not to. How I wish I could turn back time, and insist to the GPs that I saw in the year before my diagnosis that I needed a scan to rule out cancer when I first noticed the lumps. Maybe then my cancer wouldn’t have spread and become fatal. Maybe then I would have been treated for early breast cancer and be back at work now. Maybe then this rant would be about being overworked and underpaid, not being able to find a carpark, or the cost of groceries. Thanks for reading. I’m done now. This rant has cleansed me of my anger and now I can get on with my day. To the families of all the people who have not had the luxury of living this long (even with a life of sickness), I mean no disrespect, and I do acknowledge that I am very lucky to have survived long enough to see my kids get more than half way through primary school. I know that your loved ones would have tolerated all that I am whinging about and more just to have extra time with their families and friends. To all the awesome Love Your Sister Villagers, thank you for your support and love, it really does make a big difference to my quality of life, and please know that I really appreciate you all. And thanks for raising funds to find better cancer treatments and possibly cures so that future generations won’t have to go through all of this stuff.
XXConnie #IHATECancer #FindaCureFundaCure #CancerRant #checkyourboobs #checkyourballs P.S. I’m going back to bed now, and I will try to find the right side of it to get out of after my nap. :)
Detective Inspector Gary Jubelin told A Current Affair he believed William was still alive because there was no evidence to suggest he’d been killed. As it has not even been established if William is in fact deceased, a coronial inquiry will ONLY take place after the current Police investigation has been completed.
Conducted by the dedicated Strike Force Rosann, the investigation has identified hundreds of persons of interest. With the commitment of Premier Mike Baird that his government would provide any resource¬ the investigation needs, the scale and structure of the investigation is unprecedented and incorporates detectives from other specialist squads, as well as officers from local area commands across the state who have also been assigned to work on the case.
1 Million dollars is on the table for the person who can lead Police to William. So, if you are the person who knows what happened to William, it’s time to come forward! Make the call! Call Crime Stoppers now before Police call on you! 1800 333 000 #OneMillionReasons, #BringHimHome, #BringWilliamHome, #MakeTheCall, #WheresWilliam, #NowsTheTime
"It was my birthday yesterday and my partner gave me a thoughtful gift... A Bunnings voucher with spare change for a snag and can of drink." It doesn't get more Aussie than that! 😂 Thanks for sharing this with us, Kelly Hazell! #9Today
I just don't know what else to say. I'm so bloody sad and heartbroken... There's 3 families who've lost loved ones in the heart of our city today and I can't imagine how they feel. Let's throw our arms around the families of those who've passed and pray for those who are still being looked after.
Many years ago ABC radio did a special on 'Sibling Rivalry'. Me and Con were the subjects! We were about 9 or 10. We fought so well we became a little famous for it. Our stoushes were always full-blooded, I'd argue even today that our conflicts were more spirited than most other siblings. Even through adulthood I harboured many grudges towards Con. Then everything changed. Seven years ago, my sister got really crook and we decided instantly and together to forget the past and cherish what we had left. Love Your Sister was born in that same moment, in the immediate shadow of her terminal diagnosis, when we simply decided to stop fighting, after all these years. It all seemed so silly once she got cancery.
She turns 40 today. She didn't want to make a point of it because she's worried that she'll jinx herself and not make 41, but I'm more than happy to declare her superstitions far less important than us taking a moment to reflect on my sister's contribution to Australian life and our beaut village, given this unlikely day.
Connie is a deep thinker, a thoroughly clever cookie, and heaps of fun. Her laugh is the best you'll find and her intuition is second to none. Her kids are bi-lingual and display superb depth - she is a terrific mother. Connie is at home with the toolbox too, and can build anything to spec, millimetre perfect. She worked in the disability sector for many years too, which gave her great nourishment. She has helped run the family secondhand book business for 20 years and still runs our last shop left standing with her hubby (a testament to her business acumen, given the nature of the digital age).
Five years ago she was told to prepare for death. She did the opposite. Instead of rolling over she decided to use her time trying to remind every single young mum in the land to be breast aware. Trying to remind anybody and everybody about the importance of science and research. And, after rescuing me from a life of base hedonism and guiding me to a unicycling world record, she's now embarking on a world record of her own - longest line of coins. She's going to bring together families affected by cancer from all around the country, by lining up all of their coins into the biggest love heart this country has EVER seen.
It's hard to explain how much Con means to me. Yes we fought like buggery as kids, but we also drowned in uncontrollable fits of laughter. Mum topped herself when we were young and Dad worked his crack off to support us, so often it was just me and Con. I've spent more time with Con than anyone else. And, as you now know, she's a dead-set legend.
She's had various cancers since I can remember but I don't see cancer when I think of her. We had so many stoushes but I no longer see conflict when I think of her. I see us sharing Sunny Boys at Little Aths. I see us putting on elaborate stage shows at home together. I see us walking to and from ten different schools together. And now I see her guiding her children so cleverly through this mad world. Now I see her think of others while she suffers. And, thankfully, when she looks at me now, I see pride in her eyes. It took a lot of explaining Con and I'm a bit of a slowcoach, but I get it now.
It's already been sung and it can't be said enough. All you need is love. And at the centre of love? Family. It's that simple. Thank you for teaching me how important family is. I'd be nought without you, beautiful human. I won't see you today, so this letter shall have to do. Happy birthday darling heart. May there be another one at least.
With love forever from your snotty little brother, xsam
P.S. If you want to give her a birthday pressie she'd be proud to lay a metre for you: www.loveyoursister.ecwid.com