The PR Blog

This morning I went outside to sit in the sunshine and have a morning cup of tea. The manager of my building complex was mowing the lawn and the smell of the freshly mown grass was in the morning air. Most of us know that smell so well and it triggers memories of childhoods and happy days.  

When Ovalbek Turdakun opens his eyes on Easter morning, nothing will feel familiar. Six thousand miles away from the life they knew, he and his family will be celebrating the Resurrection in safety — a luxury that few survivors of the Xinjiang camps will ever know. Touching down on American soil late Friday night, Ovalbek, his wife, and 12-year-old son exhaled for the first time in four years — the horrors of China finally behind them. This Sunday, they’ll sit in church pews without fear, openly worshipping the God who delivered them to freedom.

As we trudge wearily and warily on through 2022, I wonder how much further we can trudge before we become bogged down in the mud of the swamp that has become our lives?

As we are rewarded for being good little peasants, so are we told that we are being naughty and, for our own good mind you, we must stay on the straight and narrow and forge on resolutely and trust in the wisdom of our leaders.

Yeah, right.

If you’ve got a gut feeling that your rulers are working to control your perception of the war in Ukraine, it is safe to trust that feeling.

If you feel like there’s been a concerted effort from the most powerful government and media institutions in the western world to manipulate your understanding of what’s going on with this war, it’s because that’s exactly what has been happening.

If you can’t recall ever seeing such intense mass media spin about a war before, it’s because you haven’t.

Many eons ago, in the olden. golden days, we had this thing called free speech. Alas, that Right has become a Privilege. Now, I will hasten to add that free speech is not about freedom to abuse or freedom to ridicule.

It is freedom to debate, discuss and investigate freely. 

Since I started this modest blog a few years ago ( before the world went mad ) I have noticed that the freedom to speak is restricted to those who are of the squeaky wheel variety. The vocal minority get all of the traction and action and we 90% get sweet bugger all.