As I read my diary entries I sometimes wonder if there are other human beings, who experience what I experience, who think as I do?
My brain’s antenna would sense a snippet, even the finest detail among the thousands of pieces of information that pass through it. Then it would reverberate, sometimes for days, before sprouting out and weaving its way into my complex, yet simple, life story.
This phenomena had started around the turn of the millennia. It does not seem to diminish; it’s growing. Unfortunately, the result is not always something, which makes you popular among your family and friends.
During the course of the 284+ chapters I have written, I was getting used to experiencing exactly that – seeing things, which point clearly to what I had written and published, sometimes only hours earlier.
Madness, perhaps? Fact, definitely! Meaning? Someone is watching!
So far this
year (2009) my journey has taken me on three
trips away; two interstate (
The timing of
this brief 'YP Escape' in January 09 worked out
well. I had just finished writing Chapter 16, which I had planned to
Saturday 10/1/09. The actual upload, however, due to a few technical
took place 3 minutes into Sunday 11/1/09, the day my wife and I were
into in the newly opened Marina Apartments complex on the shores of
This date was
exactly four years after the
devastating bushfire in
Marina Apartments Wallaroo
(Photo - Marina Apartments website)
After checking into our luxury apartment we took a walk around Wallaroo, enjoying the fresh air and an ice cream. Anybody watching would have regarded my wife and I as tourists, on a weekend get-away.
In a way this was so, but when you are on a journey, every path becomes parth of the journey. Like our minds, the Holy Spirit does not have a red 'shut-off' button you press when you go on holidays.
Without trying or being deceptive about it, my ‘double life’ continued with my wife right beside me. I discovered things, both then and now, as I am transferring it all from my diary entry into this chapter..
(Royal Australian Historical Society website)
The Cornucopia or "Horn of Plenty": The infant Zeus was fed with goat's milk by Amalthea, one of the daughters of Melisseus, King of Crete. Zeus, in gratitude, broke off one of the goat's horns, and gave it to Amalthea, promising that the possessor should always have in abundance everything desired.
Researching this I dicovered a surprising link in the name: Cornucopia is not only the name of the Hotel the Liddy family once ran, it’s also the name of a registered charity, which specializes in the prevention of – you'd never guess – child abuse!
But there was more: The organisation, which no doubt is doing a good work, was established in 1963. It's not only my number, it’s also the date of writing, if I was to turn the 6 into a 9.
Later that Sunday evening at Wallaroo, how timeley, I was to puzzle my wife with a little caper - turning a 9 into a 6. (Read on).
my wife and I strolled passed the Sailing Club a man was
hard at work, trying to push a large boat. I
left my wife standing there for a moment, walked over and helped
manouevre the large boat through the gate of the sailing club. He
appreciated it. My wife and I walked on. It had only taken a few
brief glance, to make sure the boat and
sailor were OK, I noticed something, which my brain grasped very
quickly. I read the names of the boats inside the
yard. Maybe I shouldn’t have? Names and I spell trouble, esp…ecially
numbers come into play. The O was rolling.
The names and number were so unreal, I went back the next morning to double check, if perhaps my brain had imagined things. No – it was as I had seen it.
Just inside the fence, beside the entrance gate, I noticed four boats, looking through the wire fence, from the road.
Totally / TO BE SURE* / Spot / THE ULTIMATE.
You don’t need to be a creative author to make a complete sentence out of these four names: To be totally sure, spot the ultimate.
So then - what was the ultimate? I can’t recall, if I had spotted the ultimate that Sunday, or if it came during my early morning walk the next day. The ultimate may have been the registration number of one of the boat-trailers in the sailing club – 479?
In the bible the most impacting text, the one-sentence, ultimate message of salvation, is John 3, 16 or 316 = 4 x 79.
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This simple T L code, the colours blue and white, was fresh in my mind as Isobel and I strolled along the foreshore of Wallaroo. Next we came to what looked like a recent harbour development, where two large (fishing?) boats were moored side by side. (Pic below).
Because both were painted blue and white. I stopped for a Aha-moment. The names of the two vessels fitted into the picture perfectly. I looked twice, no more than twice, and read the names: MARINA-T & MARIJA-L.
How weird, can you see the T and L, plus an N J code?
I felt I had scored a hat trick in codes - T L / N J and the colours blue & white!
But there was more. Isobel had walked on a short distance, probably thinking I had gotten myself lost in my little world of …? (She would have been correct).
If she had looked back, she would have seen me stooping down and pull a dirty piece of cloth from out the dirt. "What on earth (pardon the pun) is my husband doing now," she would have asked herself?
I was picking up and ripping off a piece of that old dirty cloth to take home and stick it into my diary. (Pic above). Why was I doing that for?
Seconds earlier, walking away from the boats, still pondering the colours blue and while (sorry white), my eyes suddenly fell onto this rag, half buried in the ground. Despite being dirty, I could clearly see the colours blue and white. It was the timing that made me do it.
Returning to the incident in the paddocks, on the day it happened I was driving north on Bridge Road, Para Hills. Around the time of above incident I saw a number of police vehicles and officers searching for something just inside the The Paddocks.
9/1/09 I was driving home from a brief 'check-this-out' visit to
Hectorville, an eastern suburb of
The location of the fire was close to the place, where my son Jon had bought his Honda motor car some years earlier (at No. 30). He still drives it. The location of the Hectorville fire was in the same street. One of the destroyed flats carried No. 36, Flat 1.
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March 09 - Adelaide in Motor Racing Fever.
Norton - 360 + 1 - perfect.
This was not the fone (F1) race. We used to host it, until it was stolen from us. As alternative Adelaide run the Clipsal 500.
Recently, we even had our lake stolen, yes our whole lake was gone for a few weeks, until rain replenished it.
(Back at Wallaroo)
After an hour
relaxing in our apartment, watching boats sail
in and out of the new marina, we took a drive out to
We ordered and paid for our meal at the desk. The attendant handed us our table number, to indicate on which table to serve our meal. We were handed number 9, which was the size of a playing card, pushed between wires on the stand.
During our meal I noticed another couple sat down nearby, and placed their number on their table, number 8. Two more diners arrived and sat down with their table number - 4. The three of us formed a triangle. Isobel and I enjoyed a lovely meal. She ate her her steak with mushroom sauce, while I chewed mine with numbers.
On leaving our
table I could not help myself reacting to those numbers. The way the
three couples had sat in a triangle numbered 4, 8, 9 invited me to
perform this caper: I slipped the 9
card out of its
slot and turned it upside down – 486. There
I can’t hold a grudge against my wife, who thinks her husbands actions are a bit strange at times. But seriously, to me IT all makes sense. Perhaps we could call it intelligent, non destructive vandalism? (Nice word vandalism).
Wallaroo boat harbour
Picture: Website Tourist Office
The two boats in the foreground may be the Marina-T and the Marija-L. Both vessels were painted blue/white. Under the names was written the home port - Port Adelaide.
evening in our luxury apartment we were watching a movie on television.
did people do before television? Aha, they had other things on their
RU 486). The movie was based on the World War 1 sinking of the British
tragedy is not as well known as the sinking of the
Titanic three years earlier, possibly because it had taken place during
disasters resulted in heavy loss of civilian lives and created much
for years to come. The
As I often
do, I watched the movie while writing my diary. A few minutes into the
the number 1119, a registration plate. A veteran motor car, it may have been a brand new 1915 T-Ford, was driving along on the wharf, the huge ship towering above it in the background. The motor car's registration plate 1119 was in large letters. If my brain picked it up correctly, this number was that day’s date: 11.1.09.
I can’t recall, but I may have mentioned this 1119/date connection to my darling wife. She would said nothing, but under her quiet demeanour, she would have blamed the full moon, which was bright in the sky and reflecting on the smooth surface of the marina. It created a rather romantic mood, which didn't really go well together with a war movie.
Very predictably, my wife preferred to sleep-in the next morning, while I was up, ready for a big walk around Wallaroo at sunrise. I wrote into my diary:
It was Monday 12/01/09. What I meant by above diary entry, I was going for a walk and picking up 'things' without searching or trying to see things. Believe me; I don’t look at every piece of trash on the footpath and examine it for numbers or other matching data. IT just happens.
I'm aware of the repetition factor, possibly becoming boring. If for no other reason then for the sake of those watching me that morning, I write what happened.
I first walked back to the boats, just to ensure I had not imagined things the previous afternoon. All was as I had reported above.
to the sailing club was the ferry terminal. The SPIRIT 1 (love the
large passenger/vehicle ferry crosses
Suddenly, one vehicle with a NSW registration number took my attention – ARE 11 N. Ardent readers know the word ARE. But where had I seen 11 N? Of course, it was the Grid referencein the UBD of the Hectorville fire. (See above). I asked the driver behind the wheel, how long the journey to the other side was. “A couple of hours,” he replied.
many moments when I regretted during that weekend that I had forgotten
my camera. (More photos in the
My next objective during my morning stroll was to check on something I had spotted the day before, while we were looking for a place to dine. Across from the Town Hall, near the children’s playground, I had seen a large cardboard box, about the size of a beer carton. Was it just dumped, or placed perhaps, for the visiting numbers freak, whose lunacy was well documented and accentuated during full moon, to spot and clean up?
I couldn’t very well have done it the night before, when my wife and I weredressed for dinner. Any attempt to do it anyway would have started Word War Three, which I didn't want to fight, at least not in public.
Now, since she was probably still asleep in bed, without any clue what her husband was up to, I did the deed. Before dumping the large box I carefully removed a sample of the label, for the dairy. The rest I dumped into the garbage bin of the fire station, just across the road.
As I write, my brain registered a thought: The box had contained motor oil. Am I famous for starting a fire and pouring oil onto it?
Label of Cardboard box - 6 x 1 L 5W-30 Motor Oil
Three minutes after midnight that day I had uploaded Chapter 16. Did somebody L (love) it?
The first four digits of the Part No.119237 need 0 to become that day's date - 12.1.09.- - - - - - -
early morning walk continued past the Wallaroo Hospital. On the service
road opposite I
read an interesting registration plate, one of many I saw that morning
... 1369, registered in NT (
More fun came as I read the name of a residence beside the front door - ‘Darlings’. The house number was 7. So does the family consist of 7 Darlings, or did somebody really feel loved by No. 7 (God), calling themselves God’s darling?
My darling was still in bed when I returned for breakfast around 7.45 AM.
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At this point
in this chapter I retired to bed at 10.53 PM. Why
I was wide again before 4 am I do not know. It came to me that I had
Flicking through the channels for five minutes, not always a good idea, I picked up sufficient material to write a 10 page chapter. Maybe not quite, but my creative mind seemed particularly active at that early hour.
Over the years I learned not to allow my mind to go out of control seeing codes etc, but simply take it all in, quietly praying: If you woke me, God, for a reason, you must show me. Without you I can see and do nothing.
Here are some items which screened during the 1/2 hour I was watching:
… a famous
… a lion tamer,
by the same surname, from
… a gentleman, Michael Santoli, commented on ‘The Firestorm over AIG’.
… a comedian, Stephen Colbert, wanted to have the NASA 3N space station, named after him. (Later online I entered the naming competition. My my suggestion - Dan Ninci? (at least this name has 3N, Colbert has none).
As the showhost read out two comments from readers, real fast, I grasped two names. I knew something was Da Ninci, so I wrote them down immediately. I paid little attention to what the two viewer’s comments were. Rather the place names, and perhaps the US states where they came from (MA) triggered my brain to google and look up the post codes.
It didn't take long before I found a peculiarity. This resulted a little later in the following feedback online:
Email to Good Morning America - 20/3/09
briefly here in
(I had by chance pressed the sent button at 5.13 AM).
With the magic
of the internet it had taken
seconds to find
As I edit, I see - MA + G? Hey, that’s MAG, German for like – but not quite as strong as love. Still – love IT.
Apart from the
names and letters, a further
calculation made sense to me: If I added our postcode (Para Hills, 5096,
In Book 5, Chapter 23 you will read how these digits 1, 3, 8 on numerous occasions has crystallized, pointing in my direction, to my story. One example - Australia's CrimeStoppers phone number 1800333000, or the code I as given after my first ever whistle-blowing - B 1083.
Only on the morning of editing did I glue another 138 find into my diary:
Anyone for a
personalized number plate?
Advertiser CARS GUIDE 21/3/09 - Page 29.
“For this purpose the son of God was manifested that HE might destroy the works of the devil.”1. John, 3, 8
The word crime stopper triggered my thoughts to report back on a matter I raised in the previous chapter. I had written to Judge Margaret Nyland, the authority whose permission I needed to view the Liddy file of May 14th, 2001 to compare court proceedings with what was printed in the newspaper the next day.
A brief letter from her staff arrived as a response to my request. It said basically …
… the matter had been referred to a Supreme Court Judge (no name) and permission was refused in accordance with paragraph 131/2 of the Supreme Court Act of 1935."
As a possible attempt at a final knock-out punch the last sentence read:
“The judge’s decision is final and not subject to any review, pursuant to section 131/4”.
If I hadn’t seen the 2 /4 code in this Supreme Court Act, I’d have no joy at all in this letter. Maybe it's time to review this 74 year old law?
A lawyer I phoned regarding this matter thought that the information given was wrong. As a citizen I should have access to court files, unless a valid reason exists. The letter did not give a reason for my refusal. All I wanted to find out, if what was reported in the newspaper on 15/5/01 is really what took place in court on 14/5/01. Was this too much to be asking?
I again wrote to Judge *Nyland. If there is nothing to hide, why the secrecy, since I had full access to the files on a previous occasion?
*How strange? As I type on 23/3/09, according to the Supreme Court case list, published online, Judge Nyland is presiding over a murder case. The accused's surnames are - Davidson and Irwin.
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Another co-incident of a different nature, may I call it oi-incident, happened on 13/1/09. The sign outside the church in Salisbury East was due to be changed. That day I gave a rare driving lesson (I do it for free). On inspecting the young man’s car for road worthiness we first needed to fit a new bulb into the brake light. It only cost $ 2.10.
As we drove past the church in Salisbury East, we stopped and spent 15 minutes changing the roadside pulpit. Perhaps having just changed a light bulb, I had extra inspiration and came up with this:
NEVER STOP LOVING, NEVER STOP LIVING, FOREVER ENDEAVOUR.
"Because I live - you will live also" (John 14, 19)
This is amazing! After writing this paragraph I ate lunch in the TV room. On TV screened a live broadcast, a preliminary event, in the Clipsal 500 motor race, run in
One racing vehicle displayed, among all the other signage, in huge letters on the bonnet – Jesus, all about life! How well does that go with the above message on the road side pulpit!
But there’s more; more amazement. The driver’s name was Andrew Fisher.
I wasn’t going to include this, but now I must. On Wednesday, the date was 18/3/09. My daughter’s partner had done a great job making new cupboards in our kitchen etc. I needed to call into the hardware store to pick up an order we had placed.
We had checked out of the Marina Apartments at 10 am. Home was less than 2 hours away, so why not explore places we had never been to before?
Had we arrived
before, we could have travelled on the ‘York Peninsula Railway’ to the
We drove to
In the grey, dusty earth, right beside the driver’s door of my Suzuki, I found a dirty 5 cent coin. It was right opposite the Bute Hotel’s driveway. Picking up the odd coin, was still part of my curious journey.
My wife told
me, she read an article in the Reader’s Digest.
Somewhere, most likely
The odd American allegedly, gets a kick out of seeing children’s joy, when they find his droppings ... maybe I should rephrase that …find what he had dropped?
(Obviously, not only is the
grass greener in
Port Broughton was 30 kilometrres further north-west. A great spot at the edge of a lovely sheltered bay. While Isobel preferred to browse through a stocks-it-all shop, I wandered off and had a look at the real estate agent's properties for sale.
place caught my eye. It looked more like a ruin, a tourist snapped for
his holiday pictures, than a place for sale. But it must have been,
because it was advertised as: "Add the finishing touch". They must have
thought that installing a doors, windows and a roof are a - finishing
When checking this estate agent’s website later, I noticed another place for sale. This one was publicized as being located in an ‘unbelievable position’. How can a property be in an unbelievable position? Did it have to do with the address
At this place, Port Broughton, the name Webb originated, one I had alluded to in Chapter 18 and will resurface in a later chapter.
I travelled on my own I would have spent at least 20 minutes exploring
Postcode 5555 (that’s why 20 minutres).
But my wife could not cope with that. We only stopped to
We were en route to Moonta and Port Hughes, two destinations where our family had spent enjoyable weekends and holidays in years past.
We drove out to The Dunes (nice name). Famous Australian Golfer Greg Norman is behind this huge housing development in Port Hughes. The project is 1/4 Billion Dollars in size and will, of course, include a world-class golf course.
Half an hour before arriving home I played a little game with Isobel. Let’s guess what time we’re going to drive into our driveway. I guessed 7.05 PM, which had nothing to do with the 7.50 we had paid for our lunch at Port Broughtron.
Her guess was 7.10, because I had found a box with OIL in it.(Turn OIL upside down = 7I0 - I'm only kidding).
We drove into our drive at Para Hills at exactly 7.07. In marriage one does not always have to win. 707 was a perfect compromise.
On the morning of writing I attended a funeral celebration service. The following section is not about this death, 99 year old Lillian passing away peacefully. It about a murder and some strange links I had come across.
The following funeral notice is that of the murder victim. The death occurred on the first day of 2009, the funeral was held on (13/01). That same day, you may recall, I had played my trumpet, for the first time ever, at a funeral service (Chapter 17).
Initially the name BAM ... raised my interest. (Bam in Iran experienced a timely earthquake - Book 2, Chapter 16). But then I saw how the funeral parlour’s address add to 210. Finally the names Mastro and Vic, all raised my level of awareness that something was behind this. The notice was on the same page the other funeral (Watson) on January 13.
What I did see was a hearse slowly driving from the opposite direction within the cemetery. The special licence plate - Lady 06 (Why Lad 06).
then was behind this and who was Mr. Bam …? From news
reports I composed the picture who the gentleman was and where the
murder had taken place. Even the street name had been reported, Pix
I was surprised
the media supplied all these details. At other times we get no details
at all. In this New Years
Day murder, beside the aforementioned details, one
fact stood out; the location in the UBD Street Directory -
with my son Ben, who at the ripe age of 34 years had rediscovered the
cycling, I took a bike ride to take a look at
telling Ben, I had a feeling a police vehicle was watching us. I saw it
on two occasions, first near
Here is why I am writing about this now, ten weeks later. Less than a week before this writing, on Monday 16/3/09, another drama took place. This time not in Pix Street, but Charlson Steet, only about 50 metres around the corner. This time I cycled on my own, again on the GIANT, just out of curiosity.
(There are positives, even in murders – it keeps police and judges in employment, the media squeezes their yarns around the ads they have to sell, and number-freaks like me keep fit checking it all out on their bicycle!)
This latest murder at postcode 5113 was an alleged, attempted murder/suicide. A mentally ill person, released into the community, had allegedly snapped. He inflicted serious injury on his former 21 year-old partner and 15-day-old baby, before killing himself and his two year-old son.
I cycled through
While staying on my bike, I spoke to a couple of young men, who were loading a Suzuki motorbike onto a trailer. They didn’t have much information, but seemed surprised that the event drew a stranger, an on-looker on a bicycle, into their neighbourhood. I should have told them, I was just exercising!
I wonder if the Attorney-General recalls all those letters he received from the writer, regarding the Liddy case. Was it his bad memory that he never communicated with me? Was I wrong in assuming it was his responsibility to at least test my sensational claims, and to take steps to up-hold law and order in our state.
Not only my direct letters to him, but many of the letters I sent to Members of Parliament, including that to the Premier, Mr. Rann, have been passed on to Mr. Atkinson. I had no response from his office at all. At least nothing, which indicated that he is taking my whistle-blowing seriously. (If he took any action, I am not privy to it).
suspect that as soon as he saw the sender's name (mine), he or his
placed all correspondence into their too-hard-basket. Whistle-blowers
are often regarded as basket-cases.
It makes me suspect, perhaps an increasing number of people are starting to believe me, without openly saying so? This might explain the silence.
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Whistle-blowers are unique people. They have an inner urge for exposing truth, which often starts with a real or perceived injustice. They think independently and are often naive, oblivious to the danger of their action.
In some countries whistle-blowing journalists pay a high price. Their need to express the truth is greater than their fear of death even. In a civilized country like Australia, one would have thought that a LOT - Lover of Truth, should not have to fear for his life. I could be wrong.
Many news-reports sound bizarre. When they are totally, or they are impossible for a normal reader to check, my doubting-thomas antenna goes up.
Here are two example:
A news item on January 13 reported a baby had to undergo brain surgery. A scan had revealed that inside the infant’s brain a foot was growing. How amazing? (Maybe that was my problem as a baby? Ever since I could walk I had travelling on my brain).
(Another example of a bad piece of journalism in a moment).
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At this point in my writing I had a break to watch the evening news on television. As if it were scripted, an item flashed across the screen, again showing a case, which had not made sense, when I first heard of it many months ago. My sceptic mind knows that there is more behind the black and white story presented on the news.
Two or three
years ago a tall, grey-haired gentleman
received a fine for $ 77, after his Lexus was caught on a speed camera,
exceeding the speed limit by 10 km/hour. Instead of paying the penalty,
claimed somebody else was driving his vehicle, a lady friend, who had
died long ago.
The bizarre part was the man’s identity: Former Federal Judge, Marcus Einfeld, a high-profile personality and, no doubt, a multi-millionaire. Why would he not just pay the money and get on with life?
If I were to write the missing, unanswered chapters, for a Bollywood movie, I’d turn Mr. Einfeld into a whistle-blower, who by accident uncovered gross irregularities among his peers. Edmund Burke’s motto – evil prospers when good men do nothing – makes him speak up against evil.
My movie script
would place the case of magistrate Peter Liddy
right into the plot. Perhaps they both serve on the board of the
Just as well I am not a Bollywood script writer!
Make the most of IT, Mr. Einfeld!
(During the late news, moments before writing this, I heard Judge Einfeld admitting he’d lied. On the ABC’s Four Corner program, according to an ABC preview, the untruthful judge is going to explain it all, on Monday 23/3/09.
On final editing – the program is to start in an hour. In a preview during the 7 PM News, Judge Einfled …
reiterated, he is "an honest man, but made a simple error of judgment."
Lying under oath, a simple error of judgment? Is
Mon 23/3/09 - 9.51 PM: After watching the Four Corners program, I have more questions than before. Judge Einfeld appeared as a genuine nice person. He never answered the question, why he lied under oath.
What surprised me was the effort police and the court system applied in the case; all becaue of a $75 (or was it $77, both figures were mentioned?) speeding fine. I am more than ever convinced there is more behind this story we have not been told.
The front page of Adelaide's Advertiser 21/3/09 shows a half-page photo of five men, laughing. Reigning champion racing driver Jamie Whincup took out pole position for the main race, which was to be run the next day. The men, Whincup, fellow racing driver Craig Lowndes and three pit crew are all smiling, as if already celebrating Whincups's win? (He went on to win, indeed)
Forecasting the likely outcome of a motor race in one day's time is one thing. To speculate the outcome of a state election 12 months away, is quite another. The same front page of the Advertiser blares at the reader: LIBERALS COLLAPSE, announcing the result of an 'Advertiser Opinion Poll'.
Greg Kelton, who has written political stuff for the Advertiser for many years, not only claims the Liberal support in our state has collapsed, but uses strongl language to drive home his message:
... Labor would easily win ..
... a dramatic turnaround...
... raises questions about Opposition Leader Martin Hamilton-Smith ...
The alarming article, depending which party you prefer, continues on page 10 - note the number. It took me a weekend of thinking about it, until I saw a major flaw in what was written:
The Advertiser - Sat 21/3/09, Page 10.
More strong language describing the Liberal collapse: Danger ...poll particularly alarming ... Liberals suddenly talking about a new leader...
Surely, not Chris Tan?
What made me see this article as a possible result of too much pizza by the writer the night before? What else, but a number! Kelton reports that the poll consisted of interviewing 522 voters across the state!
Doing a business course some years ago I learned that a reasonable accurate feasibility study should include at least 400 results. "But 522 is well over 400", I hear you think.
True - but consider the three little words - across the state. This is why the article claims: "The poll is particularly alarming for the Liberals, because Labor's lead in country regions".
This must mean that the 522 voters questioned were,
or should have been, spread over all 47 South Australian
electorates - or less than 12 voters per electorate!
How can a newspaper print a headline, speaking of a collapse in votes, when such a small number of voters were questioned?
I sense a blatant PR excercise by the present Government, telling voters via the only (major) newspaper in town, who to vote for in 12 months. Using the business principles I mentioned above, the newspaper should have phoned 18800 voters, 400 in each electorate to get an accurate picture. (I assume it was a phone poll - 522 people to be interviewd hardly fit around a water cooler).
Plus the fact, which a journalist would be the first to quote - a week is long time in politics! How much more can change in a whole year?
If the Liberals want to win the next election, may I suggest to Mr. Hamilton-Smith, they ought to expose corruption, deception and challenge all laws, which go against God's laws. A nation which honours God will prosper.
(Many months ago I delivered a complete report of my findings in the Liddy case to Mr. Hamilton-Smith. He acknowledged it and asked me to take it to police, if I had information. (As if I had not done so).
This is not how you win my vote, Sir.
Unless 522 is a misprint? I don't think so. Take a look at my diary's newspaper clipping again. Among the text is the fat heading: Page 44 Affairs of State.
Why had I had not seen this earlier? (It only came in my prayer this morning). The fat 44 is on page 10. Two times 522 = 1044.
top of the newspaper's front page now makes sense: In huge letters it
reads: CROSSWORD CRAZY with 480 puzzles. (Token on Page 2 to obtain a
CD-Rom full of brain games).
The bible speaks about cross words:
"For the word of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved, it is the power of God."
(1. Corinthians 1, 18).
Friends, I rather entrust my future to foolish truth of the bible than rely on the most brilliant, scientific minds, who deny the power and existence of God.
Believe me, there is a God - the father of Jesus Christ, who is the way, the truth and the life.