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Over the years that I have lived in Australia, there is something that I have grown to love - the sound of a " Coo-ee " when someone comes to my door.

It is like a welcome from a great height.

" Are you there? "  and " Can you hear me? "

Most importantly " am I welcome? "

I do love a Coo-ee. But what is a coo-ee you may ask?

It is just over a week until  the start of the 4 day Burt Munro Challenge in the deep south of New Zealand. Motorbike enthusiasts congregate to race and gather with fellow enthusiasts to honour the memory of The Worlds Fastest Indian.

You don't have to be a Kiwi, a motorbike fan or someone who has attended the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah to appreciate the greatness of Burt Munro.

“We’ve quite literally outsourced the definition of reality to a small group of technocrats in nondescript offices whose names we’ll never know and who self-selected for issue advocacy and whose interests likely diverge severely from those of we the people.” –El Gato Malo on Substack

The big annual World Economic Forum meet-up concluded last week with a mighty “So, What?” as the world struggled with some success to get its mind right after years of relentless WEF-inspired psy-ops. Own nothing… eat bugs…  great re-set… yeah, right.

Living in the real Outback of Australia is like confronting yourself with yourself. Seeing yourself for who you are. It is like meeting yourself as a stranger and wondering if you will like that person. 

It was back in the 1990's that I met Albert. A quiet man who had shunned the city and, after a trip to Brisbane in 1949, decided that the big lights were not for him. He returned to the Channel Country and never left again.

Albert was an older bloke who lived in my new home town of 35 or so residents.

For over 100 years our country’s economy was wrought from gold.

The gold that was mined from the ground and the gold that came from the golden fleeces of our unique strains of merino sheep. The common expression was that Australia rode on the sheep’s back.

As we celebrate the birth of Australia, we will be busy heading for the beach, the barbeque or the backyard. Or all three. Ice sales will skyrocket and beer sales will be bigger than an outback blowfly. 

But there is a serious side to the claims of " Invasion Day"  and it has nothing to do with white pommy soldiers or white pommy convicts.

It has everything to do with blow ins who don't give a damn about our country, our culture or our way of life.Everyday is becoming Invasion Day and one day a year is condemned by the blowflies, blow ins and criminals and crooks that plague our once great Nation: Australia.