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50 today.
Whatever that is.
I was born on this day in 1974.
Brought into this world by my loving mother Dianne Parkinson
The wild thing about turning 50,
is there’s now an infinite store of memories to look back upon.
I vividly remember the day we got into the Chrysler and hearing on the radio that John Lennon had died.
I remember what it was like when there was no remote control for the television,
and we used to argue over who was going to change the channel.
I remember the first time an ATM appeared on the main road of North Ryde,
and my mum took some money out of a machine in a wall.
We were astounded!
I remember the fire cracker nights in the late 70s and 80s
The whole street was ablaze with throw downs, catherine wheels, ball shooters and parachutes.
We chased each other around all night long,
lighting and throwing sparklers as high in the air as we could.
You could smell the barbecues up and down the street on a hot summers night.
Our dads drank KB beer and smoked Benson and Hedges cigarettes.
80 classics playing in the background.
Billy Idol.
America.
Men at work.
The best era of music there ever was.
I remember the trip to the local corner store to buy a paddle pop or pack of footy cards.
We only needed 50 cents and we could buy so many treats.
Most of our time was spent riding our bikes and making our own fun around the neighbourhood.
I remember when the first hand held games came out.
We played Donkey Kong and parachute until our fingers hurt.
We had a Commodore 64 not long after.
And then we had a VCR machine and trips to Blockbuster to pick a movie were the best nights in the world.
All of those memories seem like a million years ago now,
back in a time when the world made sense.
Many of us are now realising the blessing it was,
to be the last generation to know what life was like before technology truly took over.
We used to call our friends on the dial up telephone.
We knew all of our best friends numbers by heart.
There was no such thing as the Internet,
and who could have possibly imagined anything like social media.
Life was simple and really beautiful.
What a stark contrast to the complexity that we are all now faced with.
Sometimes,
I wish we could go back to those days,
but deep down we know they are over and never coming back.
I think many of us over the last four or five years,
have collectively mourned the end of the lives and way of life that we once knew.
We never imagined this peculiar war that we found ourselves in.
We could never have imagined that nearly everything we were thought was true,
has now turned out to be a lie.
The road map that we were told would lead us to a life lived happily ever after,
has been completely shredded by the agenda that we all face.
When they came for all of us,
with their masks and their injections and their border closures and their quarantines and all of their tyrannical controls…
We just weren’t buying their version of garbage,
And I for one was certainly not going to go along with it quietly.
I, like so many of you,
screamed it as loud as I possibly could from the rooftops,
that the lie of all time had come for the people of Australia.
But not many people really wanted to listen to us,
did they?
What ensued for me personally was a level of slander, harassment and hatred that is hard to even describe.
Because I was outspoken against the madness of the mandates,
I was trolled by the endless army of faceless cowards,
and the mainstream media wrote half a dozen fictitious articles,
trying to destroy my reputation and character.
Yet here I stand today,
knowing that we were all on the right side of history during the greatest crime of all time that humanity has ever seen.
Today I will celebrate my 50th birthday,
and I will give all the glory to God who has somehow guided and protected me throughout the last 50 years…
But especially over the last four or five.
And to every single person out there who has stood for the truth,
