Category Archives: Anzac
by Jim O’Toole, Townsville bureau
Every level of Australian government has been under cyber-attack by hackers for some time, said Prime Minister Scott Morrison yesterday, pointedly not naming China as the perpetrator.
According to the Council on Foreign Relations, China, Russia and Iran are the top three states suspected of sponsoring cyber operations.
The chief executive officer of the Cyber Security Cooperative Research Centre (CSCRC), Rachael Falk, said while people may want to point fingers at particular countries, attributing blame was a “distraction”.
“It doesn’t matter where it comes from to be honest with you,” she said.
Federal and state governments hold a treasure trove of personal information on every citizen in the country, from birth certificates to bank account numbers. All of this data can be accessed by sophisticated hackers.
For years Cairnsnews has been exposing the folly of government and industry collecting personal information and just 18 months ago the Federal Government began establishing a national facial recognition data bank using passport and drivers licence photos to amass a huge file on every citizen.
Fortunately for now at least this evil plan was dashed by a parliamentary committee which advised against such a massive abuse of privacy.
Every police main frame computer across the nation holds the personal details of firearms licence holders.
In light of the widespread civil unrest in America, now beginning in Australia, a country such as communist China would salivate at getting its hands on the firearms registers, that is if they haven’t already got them.
When China moves on a largely undefended Australia the first citizens to be shot will be registered firearm owners. We can thank God many thousands of gun owners or their weapons do not appear in these registers.
Major shooter’s organisations like the SSAA, the ACTA and pistol shooter’s groups rolled over right from the start in 1996 when the political duopoly moved against gun owners with the National Firearms Agreement after the Port Arthur scam.
The only members of any parliament in Australia to vote against new firearms laws in 1998 and forced upon every state by the treacherous Jewish Prime Minister John Howard assisted by Deputy PM and Jesuit Tim Fischer were the gutsy Christian independent state member from Gladstone in Queensland, Elizabeth Cunningham and maverick Bob Katter.
The SSAA by 2000 had been neutered from within.
Only the Shooters Union and veteran politician Bob Katter have ever mounted a formidable campaign against firearm registration and restrictive gun laws in general.
Shooters be warned by these world events particularly in the US which has been so weakened that it will be unable to substantially help Australia when the Chinks move on us or when the Indonesians move in after we become a spent force.
The Australian Army was forced by military pacts between various countries, for the first time, to train Indonesian troops in Kangaroo 87 exercises held in Central Queensland. Australian soldiers were horrified while watching Indos parachuting onto Australian soil at Shoalwater Bay military training ground.
In recent times the specialist troops of Norforce have been instructed to train Chinese soldiers how to live off the land in Northern Australia. A source said the Chinese soldiers being trained pretended they could not understand English, but were later overheard speaking in English among themselves.
When it hits the fan, politicians, police and those in authority, based on historical methods of insurrection will be the first targets of an armed citizenry. The Nuremberg principle will apply to traitors if they are lucky.
Whoever takes us on, communists or Muslims, we will sink on our present course.
Letter to the editor
A civilian in Cairns carrying a military-styled replica rifle was detained after a dumb member of the public complained to police this week.
The officers charged the man for carrying a replica in public although it was inoperable and not a real firearm.
What would today’s paramilitary police have done 40 years ago when Army cadets between the ages of 14 and 18 carried home from their school units SMLE .303 rifles that could be fired if the cadet had any ammo.
I remember when I was at school in the army cadets and was a member of the shooting team. In the 1960’s, 70’s and 80’s there was no paranoia about guns as we have now.
I would carry home a SMLE .303 from the school armoury on the bus ready to go on bivouac for the weekend at Greenbank or Canungra army training reserves.
People remembered then it was guns that kept the Japanese army from invading the north through New Guinea. The mischievous media today aided by the Labor and Liberal parties have demonised guns to the extent that they make it a great big deal if a house is raided and guns are found. Guns take precedent over dangerous drugs according to the media.
We can thank God there are still a few million unregistered guns in existence around the country because the only thing separating runaway government and citizens is guns.
When the trouble starts I would not like to be a member of the media or ALP or Liberal politician.
Has any Labor politician ever seen a gun fire of its own volition? No and they never will. It takes two to tango Mrs Premier.
When guns are outlawed only outlaws will have them!
-from a burnt out digger
from Robert J Lee
Paying homage to non-existent blackfellas for ‘allowing an Anzac ceremony to be held on their land’ by the ALP Member for Cook, Cynthia Lui has upset RSL members and a part of the Mareeba audience.
Cairns News was contacted by ex-servicemen and an audience member attacking Mrs Lui and a Mareeba Shire Councillor for politicising what should have been a speech about those fallen soldiers, sailors and airmen who were being commemorated.
One returned serviceman, who did not wish to be named after ABC Radio beat up a story about a wrong wreath being placed on the cenotaph by Member for Kennedy Bob Katter, said he did not want to be harassed or misrepresented by ABC reporters.
“I am very upset about the local member and a councillor talking about thanking blackfellas for the use of their land who have no bearing upon this ceremony,” the ex-serviceman said.
“Since when is it their land?
“How dare the lunatic left of the Labor Party try to hijack an Anzac ceremony.”ends
from Australia’s greatest cartoonist and commentator, Larry Pickering
I published this story a few years back and here it is again for those who missed it and for those who would re-live one of the greatest yet unheralded Australian yarns ever told. A thousand tales like this exist with the ability to get anyone, even a cynical un-Australian Lefty like Yassmin Abdel-Magied, out of bed for a cold dawn service. So grab the tissues, here it is again:
I wandered thru a country town, ‘cos I had some time to spare,
And went into an antique shop to see what was in there.
Old Bikes and pumps and kero lamps, but hidden by it all,
A photo of a soldier boy – an Anzac on the Wall.
‘The Anzac have a name?’ I asked. The old man answered ‘No’.
The ones who could have told me mate, have passed on long ago.
The old man kept on talking and, according to his tale,
The photo was unwanted junk bought from a clearance sale.
I asked around’, the old man said, ‘but no-one knows his face,
He’s been on that wall twenty years… Deserves a better place.
For some-one must have loved him, so it seems a shame somehow.’
I nodded in agreement and then said, ‘I’ll take him now.’
My nameless digger’s photo, well it was a sorry sight
A cracked glass pane and a broken frame – I had to make it right
To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,
Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place.
I peeled away the faded screed and much to my surprise,
Two letters and a telegram appeared before my eyes
The first reveals my Anzac’s name, and regiment of course
John Mathew Francis Stuart – of Australia’s own Light Horse.
This letter written from the front… My interest now was keen
This note was dated August seventh 1917
‘Dear Mum, I’m at Khalasa Springs not far from the Red Sea
They say it’s in the Bible – looks like a Billabong to me.
‘My Kathy wrote I’m in her prayers… she’s still my bride to be
I just can’t wait to see you both, you’re all the world to me.
And Mum you’ll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out
I told him to call on you when he’s up and about.’
‘That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny
He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the CO’s dunny.
I told you how he dragged me wounded, in from no man’s land
He stopped the bleeding, closed the wound, with only his bare hand.’
‘Then he copped it at the front from some stray shrapnel blast
It was my turn to drag him in and I thought he wouldn’t last.
He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind
Cause out there on the battlefield he’d left one leg behind.’
‘He’s been in a bad way Mum, he knows he’ll ride no more
Like me he loves a horse’s back, he was a champ before.
So Please Mum can you take him in, he’s been like my own brother
Raised in a Queensland orphanage he’ s never known a mother.’
But Struth, I miss Australia Mum, and in my mind each day
I am a mountain cattleman on high plains far away.
I’m mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel’s hump in sight
And I waltz my Matilda by a campfire every night
I wonder who rides Billy, I heard the pub burnt down
I’ll always love you and please say hooroo to all in town’.
The second letter I could see, was in a lady’s hand
An answer to her soldier son there in a foreign land.
Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean
It bore the date, November 3rd 1917.
‘T’was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war
I’d hoped you would be home by now – each day I miss you more’
‘Your Kathy calls around a lot since you have been away
To share with me her hopes and dreams about your wedding day.
And Bluey has arrived – and what a godsend he has been
We talked and laughed for days about the things you’ve done and seen’
‘He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,
I read the same hope in his eyes that you won’t come to harm.
McConnell’s kids rode Billy, but suddenly that changed.
We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange.’
‘Last Wednesday, just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight,
It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright.
It really spooked your Billy – and he screamed and bucked and reared
And then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he cleared’
‘They brought him back next afternoon, but something’s changed I fear
It’s like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near.
Remember when you caught him with his black and flowing mane?
Now horse breakers fear the beast that only you can tame,’
‘That’s why we need you home son’ – then the flow of ink went dry-
This letter was unfinished, and I couldn’t work out why.
Until I started reading, the letter number three
A yellow telegram delivered news of tragedy,
Her son killed in action – oh – what pain that must have been
The same date as her letter – 3rd November 1917
This letter which was never sent, became then one of three
She sealed behind the photo’s face – the face she longed to see.
And John’s home town’s old timers – children when he went to war
Would say no greater cattleman had left the town before.
They knew his widowed mother well – and with respect did tell
How when she lost her only boy she lost her mind as well.
She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak
‘My Johnny’s at the war you know, he’s coming home next week.’
They all remembered Bluey he stayed on to the end.
A younger man with wooden leg became her closest friend.
And he would go and find her when she wandered old and weak
And always softly say ‘yes dear – John will be home next week.’
Then when she died Bluey moved on, to Queensland some did say.
I tried to find out where he went, but don’t know to this day.
And Kathy never wed – a lonely spinster some found odd.
She wouldn’t set foot in a church – she’d turned her back on God.
John’s mother left no Will I learned on my detective trail.
This explains my photo’s journey, of that clearance sale.
So I continued digging, cause I wanted to know more.
I found John’s name with thousands, in the records of the war.
His last ride proved his courage – a ride you will acclaim
The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame.
That last day in October, back in 1917
At 4pm our brave boys fell – that sad fact I did glean.
That’s when John’s life was sacrificed, the record’s crystal clear
But 4pm in Beersheba is midnight over here……
So as John’s gallant spirit rose to cross the great divide,
Were lightning bolts back home, a signal from the other side?
Is that why Billy bolted and went racing as in pain?
Because he’d never feel his master on his back again?
Was it coincidental? same time – same day – same date?
Some proof of numerology, or just a quirk of fate?
I think it’s more than that you know, as I’ve heard wiser men,
Acknowledge there are many things that go beyond our ken
Where craggy peaks guard secrets ‘neath dark skies torn asunder,
Where hoof-beats are companions to the rolling waves of thunder
Where lightning cracks like 303’s and ricochets again
Where howling moaning gusts of wind sound just like dying men.
Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn on lonely alpine track,
They’ve glimpsed a huge black stallion – Light Horseman on his back.
Yes sceptics say, it’s swirling clouds just forming apparitions
Oh no, my friend you can’t dismiss all this as superstition.
The desert of Beersheba – or windswept Aussie range,
John Stuart rides on forever there – Now I don’t find that strange.
Now some gaze upon this photo, and they often question me
And I tell them a small white lie, and say he’s family.
‘You must be proud of him.’ they say – I tell them, one and all,
That’s why he takes – the pride of place – my Anzac on the Wall.