Sunday, 11 May 2008

New Terrorist Implant..

THE PATRIOT MICRO CHIP is to be implanted in terrorists. The implant is specifically designed to be installed in their foreheads.

When properly installed, it will allow the implantee to speak toAllah instantly.

It Comes in various sizes:



The Implantee may or may not be allowed to choose the size.

The implant may contain some information or precious metals:



The implant may or may not be painless. Some bleeding and or swelling may occur at the injection site.


Please enjoy the security we provide for you.

Best regards,

U. S.Armed Forces

Reflection...

You know how sometimes you want to share something just cos.... For no other reason than because you think it might touch someone as much as it touched you??

The following is one of those posts...

Colour WWI photos from the AWM
In the lead up to Anzac Day in this 90th year since the end of World War I NEWS.com.au and the Australian War Memorial open the archives to bring you extremely rare pictures from the nation's photo record.

'An Australian Light Horseman collecting anemones near Belah in Palestine'. Picture: Frank Hurley, 1918
Squadrons of the 4th Australian Light Horse Brigade in formation at Gaza Picture: Frank Hurley, February 1918
Australians of the Imperial Camel Corps form up at Rafa, Egypt. Picture: Frank Hurley, 26 January 1918
The 3rd Australian Light Horse Regiment machinegun in action at Khurbetha-Ibn, Palestine. Picture: Frank Hurley, New Year's Eve 1917
Four camel ambulances attached to the Imperial Camel Corps at Rafa - used as a base for the attack on Gaza. Picture: Frank Hurley, 1918
The 2nd Australian Light Horse Regiment behind the front line barricades at Nalin in Palestine, one man passing across a grenade. Picture: Frank Hurley, January 17, 1918
Australian Flying Corps planes in Palestine. Picture: Frank Hurley, 1918
Waiting the order to fire a camouflaged eight inch gun from the 1st Australian Siege Battery before the main attack on Polygon Wood in Belgium. Picture: Frank Hurley, September 1917
Official photograph at Gallipoli taken in early 1919 for The Australian Historical Mission showing a landing barge, wire and entrenchments. Picture: George Hubert Wilkins
A thigh bone and other skeletal remains near the Turkish war memorial at the Nek are a grim reminder of the fighting in this photo taken February/March 1919. Picture: George Hubert Wilkins
Stretcher bearers of the 13th Field Ambulance resting at a dressing station on Westhoek Ridge on the Western Front. Picture: Frank Hurley, October 1917
Soldiers, mules and carts stopped on a street in the ruined village of Voormezeele on the Western Front in Belgium. Picture Frank Hurley, August 1917
Statue of the Virgin hanging from the Cathedral of Albert in France. Local superstition held that war would end when the Madonna fell. She collapsed in the spring of 1918 under shellfire. Picture: Frank Hurley, September 1917
The derelict hulk of a British tank on the Pozieres battlefield - a battle in which for Australian troops distinguished themselves but suffered heavy losses while taking the French village and ridge from the Germans. Picture: Frank Hurley, 1917
An Australian Light Horse Field Ambulance wagon on the Philistine Plain, Palestine. Picture: Frank Hurley, 1918
French Premier Georges Benjamin Clemenceau on his only visit to the Australian front at the Somme, pictured with 4th Division command including Brigadier General Thomas Blamey, CMG, DSO, second from left. Picture: Unknown, July 7, 1918
Scattered graves marked by simple white crosses on the old Somme battlefields in France. Picture: Frank Hurley, September 1917
'
Thanks to Deb for sending these pics..

AC

Thursday, 10 April 2008

Visa's For Diggers Offsiders

I just got through reading this and I have to say, it is something I wholeheartedly support. While many of us take being an Aussie for granted day in and day out, there are still many who fight, and risk much, for that privelige.


Visas for Diggers' offsiders

IRAQIS who have worked alongside Diggers in the war-battered country will be offered resettlement visas to live in Australia.

The offer to so-called locally engaged employees was made yesterday by Defence Minister Joel Fitzgibbon and Immigration and Citizenship Minister Chris Evans out of concern for the safety of the Iraqis, many of whom worked as interpreters.

It follows the announcement of the withdrawal by mid-year of the 515-strong Overwatch Battle Group from al-Muthanna and Dhi Qar provinces - a key policy pledge of the Rudd Government.

"Anti-coalition forces have deliberately targeted individuals working with Australian troops and their partners in southern Iraq," Mr Fitzgibbon said last night.

"In response, the Australian Government will adopt a new visa policy to enable the permanent resettlement in Australia of locally engaged employees (LEEs) and their families at risk because of their engagement with the Australian Government."

The policy is similar to one offered to South Vietnamese who helped Australian forces during the Vietnam War. It is expected that up to 600 visas will be granted to former Iraqi employees and their families.

Visas will be offered first to those deemed to be at the greatest risk following the withdrawal of the Australian troops from the south of the country.

These Iraqis had repeatedly shown their commitment to Australia's security and reconstruction operations in Iraq, Mr Fitzgibbon said.

Senator Evans said the LEEs and their families would be granted permanent humanitarian visas after undergoing strict health, character and national security checks.


AC

You Aint Gonna Like Losing....

AI just finished reading the following piece and really felt it hit home with alot of my own thoughts about this war.

I have often sat and back and marvelled at the level of ignorance that is displayed today. Yes people, the world is war. It's a simple fact. Just because we haven't stood up and called it a World War, doesn't mean it isn't one. We live in societys drowning in complacency. We all truly believe that we have the bigger Military force, the better weapons, more money and more capability. We ASSUME this to be the case because apparently, there were no WMD's in Iraq. Hell, they can't be a threat if they don't have WMD's right??

WRONG!!!

What they do have is highlighted in the following text. They have a force of true believers. Regardless of what we believe about their cause, they believe it in it so wholeheartedly that they will die for it. How many people do you know would strap on a vest and blow themselves up in the middle of a crowd. I can't think of a single person.

And so we watch the news on tv (doesn't anybody read anymore), we channel surf cos who really cares what's happening in Iraq anyway, and we remain oblivious to a threat that has been here as long as we have. We remind ourselves that the Soldiers knew what they were getting into when they enlisted so we really shouldn't lose sleep over it. And hell, they get paid for it right??

And we wrap ourselves up nice and snug in our cocoon of ignorance, because the war is happening on other shores and we can still maintain it doesn't affect us...

America is not at war.


The military is at war.


America is at the mall.


This is a different war than any we have ever fought before and we did not anticipate it ending up as a global war on terrorism.

This war is being fought against an enemy that will kill even their own family and friends to achieve its end.

In Iraq, especially, our men are risking their lives to save the people who would normally be safe from attack by the enemy. Asymmetric guerilla warfare with this enemy is different from our experience and should be considered in evaluating our military performance in Iraq and Afghanistan.

President Bush did make a bad mistake in the war on terrorism. But the mistake was not his decision to go to war in Iraq.

Bush's mistake came in his belief that this country is the same one his father fought for in WWII.

It is not.

Back then, they had just come out of a vicious depression. The country was steeled by the hardship of that depression, but they still believed fervently in this country. They knew that the people had elected their leaders, so it w as the people's duty to back those leaders.

Therefore, when the war broke out the people came together, rallied behind, and stuck with their leaders, whether they had voted for them or not or whether the war was going badly or not.

And war was just as distasteful and the anguish just as great then as it is today. Often there were more casualties in one day in WWII than we have had in the entire Iraq war. But that did not matter The people stuck with the President because it was their patriotic duty Americans put aside their differences in WWII and worked together to win that war.

Everyone from every strata of society, from young to old pitched in. Small children pulled little wagons around to gather scrap metal for the war effort. Grade school students saved their pennies to buy stamps for war bonds to help the effort.

Men who were too old or medically 4F lied about their age or condition trying their best to join the military. Women doubled their work to keep things going at home. Harsh rationing of everything from gasoline to soap, to butter was imposed, yet there was very little complaining.

You never heard prominent people on the radio belittling the President. Interestingly enough in those days there were no fat cat actors and entertainers who ran off to visit and fawn over dictators of hostile countries and complain to them about our President. Instead, they made upbeat films and entertained our troops to help the troops' morale . And a bunch even enlisted.

And imagine this: Teachers in schools actually started the day off with a Pledge of Allegiance, and with prayers for our country and our troops!

Back then, no newspaper would have dared point out certain weak spots in our cities where bombs could be set off to cause the maximum damage. No newspaper would have dared complain about what we were doing to catch spies.

A newspaper would have been laughed out of existence if it had complained that German or Japanese soldiers were being 'tortured' by being forced to wear women's underwear, or subjected to interrogation by a woman, or being scared by a dog or did not have air conditioning.

There were a lot of things different back then. We were not subjected to a constant bombardment of pornography, perversion and promiscuity in movies or on radio. We did not have legions of crack heads, dope pushers and armed gangs roaming our streets.

No, President Bush did not make a mistake in his handling of terrorism. He made the mistake of believing that we still had the courage and fortitude of our fathers. He believed that this was still the country that our fathers fought so dearly to preserve.

It is not the same country. It is now a cross between Sodom and Gomorrah and the land of Oz. We did unite for a short while after 9/11, but our attitude changed when we found out that defending our country would require some sacrifices.

We are in great danger. The terrorists are fanatic Muslims. They believe that it is okay, even their duty to kill anyone who will not convert to Islam. It has been estimated that about one third or over three hundred million Muslims are sympathetic to the terrorists cause... Hitler and Tojo combined did not have nearly that many potential recruits.

So... we either win it - or lose it - and you ain't gonna like losing...

Thanks to Curt from myspace

AC

Wednesday, 5 March 2008

The ANZAC On The Wall

The Anzac on the Wall

Author Unknown

I wandered thru a country town 'cos I had 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 Billabong to me.

"My Kathy wrote I'm in her prayers she's still my bride to be
I just cant 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 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 wont come to harm.
Mc Connell'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 17

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 dont 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, 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 sprit 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 cant dismiss all this as superstition
The desert of Beersheba - or windswept Aussie range
John Stuart rides forever there - Now I don't find that strange.

Now some gaze at 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.

Sunday, 2 March 2008

Aussieness!!!!

Love the words to this song...






Monday, 11 February 2008

Ohhhh Hindsight.....

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure wh at to do with you.'

'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.

'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.'

'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the senator.

'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'

And wit h that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. Th ey play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St Peter is waiting for him.

'Now it's time to visit heaven.'

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'<>
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.'

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.

'I don't understand,' stammers the senator. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?'

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, 'Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted.

Sunday, 3 February 2008

Empty Words...

Much has been made in recent years of the concept of support for our troops. Some of the blogs that I have read were almost laughable to me. One statement in particular has always stood out... "Supporting the troops means eating PB sanwiches for a week so I can afford to send more care packages". Would you really do that?? I'd be sick by the end of the week, certainly sick of PB sandwiches!!

I spent a considerable portion of my offline time mulling this over. I began to speak to refugees new to our country and a realisation came over me. I am 100% behind supporting the troops, I don't think I need to explain myself there. Yes, I believe a bumper sticker or pin is supporting the troops if that is what you can afford. Of course, I believe that eating PB sandwiches for a week is also supporting the troops, but how many of us support what they are actually doing??

Last year the UN called on the west for a 19,000 strong force to assist in areas including the Sudan, where there is violence on an almost incomprehensible scale. The call was declined by then Prime Minister Howard and will not likely be heeded by Rudd after he has finished slashing the Defence budget to pieces. The simple realities for many of our countries leaders at that time was that we are already stretched way to thin, primarily across the Middle East, to support this request. I have since followed the situation in the Sudan with sadness and pure frustration. If ever we were to question the true meaning of human misery, we have only to look in that direction and see for ourselves. I get to see it every day. In my line of work we have daily contact with Sudanese, Lebanese and Middle Eastern refugees. One mother told me of growing up in a constant war zone, watching people die, homes burn and people roaming the streets with guns for the first 10 years of her life.

Every war is like any story in that each has 2 sides. There is the conflict and then there are the innocent victims. EVERY Soldier I have spoken to speaks of the heartbreaking sights they witness on a daily basis, displaced families, children killed and maimed or at risk of their lives for venturing outside. We have witnessed Community Centres and schools opened to support the local population as all around them their lives are torn apart by attacks from their own countrymen. How many of us have sent packages in support of these ventures?? I'm guessing there wouldn't be many among us who have not supported these causes in some way.

A couple of weeks ago I was at the plaza doing some shopping before meeting a friend to catch a movie. As I walked down a walkway, window shopping I spotted a stall for UNHCR. I stood for a moment watching them try in vain to catch the attention of people walking by. I must have watched for close to 5 minutes as each person who walked past dropped their head or averted their eyes as they walked past. I actually looked at the bags in my hands and thought about my reason for being there. How good is my life that I have these options?? And so I walked straight to the stall and told them to sign me up. Now, we all know I am no great fan of the UN but this made such an abundance of sense to me. I could send food parcels or clothing or whatever I felt was needed but what I can do with $25 a month and what they can do is so different. This from the UNHCR website......

Single donation
$105 can provide enough blankets for seven families
$142 can provide a household kit for a displaced family in Darfur
$325 can provide fuel efficient stoves for 50 families as well as training on their usage

To become an Action Partner and provide ongoing protection and assistance to refugees, please complete details below.
$25 per month can provide 50 mosquito nets to protect against malaria
$30 per month can provide clean safe water for refugees
$50 per month can provide all season tents for 5 families


I have always been sceptical of these aide organisations and in the past it has prevented me from donating, but I can now ask refugees and find out for myself that our donations DO help these people.

This is one of the many refugee camps stretching across areas such as Chad, Sudan, Ethiopia, Uganda, Rwanda, Angola and Zambia.

Many of these camps are surrounded by barbed wire to protect it's inhabitants from Militia and rebel forces.


The War in Darfur (called by some as Darfur Genocide) is a military conflict in the Darfur region of western Sudan. Unlike the Second Sudanese Civil War, the current lines of conflict are seen to be ethnic and tribal, rather than religious.[1] One side of the armed conflict is composed mainly of the Sudanese military and the Janjaweed, a militia group recruited mostly from the Arab Baggara tribes of the northern Rizeigat, camel-herding nomads, who are opposed to religions other than Islam. The other side comprises a variety of rebel groups, notably the Sudan Liberation Movement and the Justice and Equality Movement, recruited primarily from the land-tilling non-Arab Fur, Zaghawa, and Massaleit ethnic groups. The Sudanese government, while publicly denying that it supports the Janjaweed, has provided money and assistance to the militia and has participated in joint attacks targeting the black African tribes from which the rebels draw support.[2] The conflict began in February of 2003. Read more here



Iraq Appeal

Situational Overview

The humanitarian situation in Iraq continues to be dire.

UNHCR estimates there are some 2.0 million Iraqis displaced internally, and up to 2.2 million in neighboring states, particularly Syria and Jordan. The internal rate of displacement is continuing at a rate of some 40,000 to 50,000 a month.

Many were displaced prior to 2003, but an increasing number are fleeing now. Large numbers of Iraqi refugees are poor and live in low income areas. There are reports of women and young girls forced to resort to prostitution or survival sex and children forced into labour or other forms of exploitation in order to survive.

Australia for the UNHCR has launched its Iraq appeal in aid of those displaced by the conflict and ongoing unrest.


So the question I asked myself in those moments before signing up was 'What would $25 a month mean to me'??

  • If I was a smoker, 2 packets of cigarettes (so I would be healthier for helping)
  • If I was a drinker, that would be 2 1/2 cans of Jacks at the pub (once again I would be healthier for helping)
  • 2 large pizzas
  • A TShirt
  • A latest release cd or dvd
  • Half a pair of jeans
  • 2 tickets to see a movie
I think I can do without any one of these things to help people.

Success in any one of these regions needs to be a partnership between our military forces and ourselves. Every one of us can become a part of this partnership by assisting in the support of the people injured, displaced and traumatised by the conflicts in their regions. As our forces stabilise their regions, we can assist to stabilise their lives.

AC

Friday, 1 February 2008

Because Some Things Are Just To Funny Not To Pass On

YOU MAY BE A TALIBAN IF….......


1. You refine heroin for a living, but you have a moral objection to beer.



2. You own a $3,000 machine gun and $5,000 rocket launcher, but you can’t afford shoes.



3. You have more wives than teeth.



4. You wipe your butt with your bare left hand, but consider bacon “unclean.”



5. You think vests come in two styles: bullet-proof and suicide.



6. You can’t think of anyone you HAVEN’T declared Jihad against.



7. You consider television dangerous, but routinely carry explosives in your clothing.



8. You were amazed to discover that cell phones have uses other than setting off roadside bombs.



9. You’ve ever uttered the phrase, “I love what you’ve done with your cave.”



10. You have nothing against women and think every man should own at least one.



11. You bathe at least monthly whether necessary or not.



12. You’ve ever had a crush on your neighbor’s goat.

Sunday, 18 November 2007

A Time To Stand

Thousands of years ago a young man chose to die a painful death to atone for the sins of many. It was an honorable death, albeit one which occured in the most dishonorable of circumstances. A betrayal, an unecessary uprising that amounted to little more than a witch hunt, a slanted court that allowed this man to be prosecuted by an angry mob and a conclusion that would have led many to openly breathe a sigh of relief. The man who would be the King of Kings was gone, and no longer a threat to those who would rule, perhaps not through the most legitimate of avenues.

Through history we have witnessed this scene play out a thousand and more times. In the majority of cases the reasoning behind that which makes them the threat has changed from one of religious belief to one of political standing.......Until now.

It is interesting to note how closely linked Religion and Politics are. In Australia some years ago there was a campaign by a number of Politicians to stamp out Abortion. We have all seen this, every country has their politicians who are anti abortion. The scene played out as it always has and will always do. The rights of a woman to make the decision about what happens with her own body against the rights of an unborn child to take that first breath. Interestingly all of these Politicians were male and therefore would not have a womans understanding of the need for that right to make often painstaking decisions about whether to terminate that life. The other point that was interesting to note was that all of these men held strong religious conviction. All were actively involved in their churches and making political decisions based on those religious convictions. Now, I am not here to make a judgement over whether they were right or wrong in their beliefs. Each of us is born with the inherent responsibility to make decisions for ourselves about our beliefs, our lives and how our actions will impact on those around us.

Personally, I believe your relationship with your God is a personal matter between you and them and is best kept that way. Yes, I am the first to admit I am rude to any person that stands on my doorstep offering me Salvation and to lead me on the path to eternal life. Quite simply, if I held a desire to attend church I would do so.

And this is where my issue with organised religion stems from. More often than not we are born into religion. The beliefs of our parents and family become our own, sometimes willingly, sometimes not. Those who follow organised religion will often be the first to persecute the religions of others because their beliefs differ from their own. Centuries have changed organised religion, pacified it to a small degree. Never again did we believe we would witness the bloody crusades or the enforced acceptance of one religion and it's beliefs. At one time I myself would have fallen victim to the religious beliefs of some due to my looks. Women with red hair, blue eyes and prominent birthmarks were routinely persecuted in the belief that they were witches attempting to lure righteous men from their homes and their wives and enslave them. We can look upon these beliefs now and laugh because the concept of terminating a person based on their looks and your religious beliefs is a now a crime.

And yet, we are now seeing a resurgence in religious fanaticism that has caught us effectively unaware. This is not a new war, simply the latest battle. Christians and Muslims have been at war since the beginning of time. While neither can realistically claim the title of the Religion Of Peace, both believe so strongly in what they stand for that they would die for it. The most prominent difference seems to be that one will die defending their religion while the other will die enforcing it. While one religion glorifies life, the other glorifies death.

Religion has never been the underlying factor with regard to war. That is predominantly greed that is simply masked by religion. If we look at this latest of battles we see the likes of Osama Bin Laden preach the word of Allah to the weak minded and glorify them as they take their own lives and those of innocent victims whilst he hides, amassing a fortune. And all in the name of the Religion of Peace.

Many with no understanding of religion at all will come together to protest against our elected officials and their decision to take a stand against the Middle East. They will further display their ignorance by comparing these elected officials to the likes of Adolf Hitler. These actions merely serve to demonstrate that they also lack any knowledge of history as well. Whether we are willing to accept it or not, religion and politics have become entertwined. All around us those with the courage and conviction to fight deploy to face the enemy on their own soil. Each has their own set of beliefs and convictions, their own reason to fight. These reasons are as individual and personal as the men and women themselves. And yet, they fight for our right to choose our own religion or indeed, our right not to choose religion at all. Their personal beliefs and convictions are so strong that they would die defending them. Their belief in the fundamental right to choose, overwhelms their fear of battle. Their belief in, and love of, their country and their way of life fuels their desire to win.

Each day, these brave warriors face an enemy who equally believe in their religion and their struggle. While the enemy destroys their own cities and murders their own countrymen and women, these warriors will lay down their lives to defend them. They will leave their families, their lives and everything they fight so hard to defend and travel across the world to fight for those persecuted by their own people. They will display on a daily basis, the belief, the hope and the possibility of self sacrifice that many attribute to the Chrisitan faith.

But to many, this is not a fight for religious conviction, merely a struggle for humanity. It is a war fought on many levels, from the battles in the streets of the Middle east, to the random acts of terrorism on our home soil, from the riots in the streets across the world from those who believe they are being persecuted based on their religion, to the enforced lessons on Islam in our childrens schools, from the so called 'Electronic Jihad' that has been threatened in recent months to the propaganda wars in our media. The stark reality here is that no one will escape this struggle. From the innocent victims of these random acts of terrorism and their families to those left behind when Soldiers deploy. To the grieving family and friends of fallen warriors to our children witnessing the war through the media.

In every country, despite religious or political conviction, every person will be touched in some way by this struggle.

Perhaps it is time for us to lay aside our misgivings about our countries Leaders, our reasons for being at war, our lack of faith in those around us. The time for ignorance and denial is long past. We can not allow the senseless bloodshed to continue and through our stubborn denial of the realities of this war, that is exactly what we are doing. If we can educate our children about Islam in our schools, surely we can educate them as to the reasons why people are fighting for them. It is time to show unslanted, fact only views and information. Now is the time for people to seek real answers.

The outcomes of this war need to become the responsibility of everybody.

AC