I'd go with the 'too much red' response. Suffered from the same affliction too many times.
But I also like Peter's response, maybe we would have been better off if the gubmint still had control over those services that they once had. And probably still trained apprentices as well. But that makes too much sense, so it will never happen, unfortunately.
All of us, the silent majority have had too much smoke blown up our collective backsides for far too long.
Maybe we should all just go get some nose candy and not give a crap about what happens, like some of our prominent sports stars. But we won't, because we all have learned social responsibility over the course of our lifetime.
Thought for Today
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Re: Thought for Today
Cheers
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Re: Thought for Today
I choose option 3.

… and I echo Peter & David’s words!
… and I echo Peter & David’s words!
Regards & God bless,
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Re: Thought for Today
THIS TAkes a bit of reading due to the length, but worth the time so get a coffee and sit back while you read over the len gth of it.
Keith.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health.
A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking
When you're looking at me?
A cranky old man,
not very wise,
Uncertain of habit
with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food
and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice,
I do wish you'd try!
Who seems not to notice
the things that you do
And forever is losing
A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not
lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding
The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse
You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten
with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters
who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen
with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now
a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty
my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows
That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now
I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide
And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other
With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons
have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me
to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more,
Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children
My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me
My wife is now dead.
I look at the future
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing
young of their own.
And I think of the years
And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man
and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age
look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles
grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone
where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass
A young man still dwells,
And now and again
my battered heart swells
I remember the joys
I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living
life over again.
I think of the years, all too few
gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact
that nothing can last.
So open your eyes,
people open and see.
Not a cranky old man
*Look closer*
*see ME!!*
___________________________
*Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!*
Keith.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health.
A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking
When you're looking at me?
A cranky old man,
not very wise,
Uncertain of habit
with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food
and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice,
I do wish you'd try!
Who seems not to notice
the things that you do
And forever is losing
A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not
lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding
The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse
You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten
with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters
who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen
with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now
a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty
my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows
That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now
I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide
And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other
With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons
have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me
to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more,
Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children
My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me
My wife is now dead.
I look at the future
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing
young of their own.
And I think of the years
And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man
and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age
look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles
grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone
where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass
A young man still dwells,
And now and again
my battered heart swells
I remember the joys
I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living
life over again.
I think of the years, all too few
gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact
that nothing can last.
So open your eyes,
people open and see.
Not a cranky old man
*Look closer*
*see ME!!*
___________________________
*Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!*
I'm now 87 years old, having experienced another birthday, and I'm still living in WA, single (gave up looking), white hair, no teeth, no money, no worries.
I plan to have another birthday next year.
I plan to have another birthday next year.
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Re: Thought for Today
The govt spends the big $$ on infrastructure because they can borrow money a lot cheaper than private enterprise and provide a safe haven for investors to lone them the funds required because they are the least likely to go belly up when times get tough.Greynomad wrote: ↑Wed Jun 15, 2022 6:45 pm SO!
AEMO has frozen the electricity market to stop rampant profiteering, and suppliers refusing to provide electricity because they can’t make a profit. I think the argument was “Private enterprise can always do it better than the gummint.”
Hmmmmm…
I have an idea:
What if the gummint nationalises the production of electricity?
That would remove the profit incentive, and the gummint could generate power no matter what the price of fuel is!
They could call the Victorian one the State Electricity Commission. Of course, each state has to be different. SA could call theirs the Electricity Trust of South Australia, and so on.
Maybe they could also consider nationalising gas, water and the railways…
What a great idea! I think I’ll suggest it to our Prime Minister!![]()
The following generations are stuck with repayments if a poor interest rate was negotiated, but they do get to enjoy the benefits that infrastructure provides.
Later we get a govt that is spending more than it's getting in so decides to sell off some of the money making bits to private enterprise to fill in the financial shortfalls. Sadly, they don't link this with winding back their expenditure and the recent windfall from selling off assets along with the lost income from those assets, means they are in an even worse financial position further down the track.
Sometimes there is a clever idea put forward by the govt of the day to ensure the asset isn't loosing money by making each asset responsible back to a minister to show they are pulling their weight. Then another govt takes charge and pressures the assets to show a profit ...... why? It's not like the govt or the opposition has ever actually made a long term profit while they were in charge, they just shift the debt from the govt books to the general public's books.
The reason for making an asset show a profit is so it becomes sell-able to a private enterprise.
The system itself is stuffed, anyone got any idea how to fix it?
T1 Terry
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Re: Thought for Today
Keith, that is a lovely poem. I bet that it touched a few heartstrings of some of us here. I know it got a few of mine.
T1, You are right. The system is stuffed. Its bèen stuffed for years. There is no way to fix it. Everything now is run by corporate and personal greed. Nobody is willing to take a backward step because someone else might get more than they have.
T1, You are right. The system is stuffed. Its bèen stuffed for years. There is no way to fix it. Everything now is run by corporate and personal greed. Nobody is willing to take a backward step because someone else might get more than they have.
Cheers
David
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David
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I think there is a way of fixing the problem but no government will want to do it. Foreign companies have contracts that expire at a certain date, just don't renew the contract and let the government take over with staff that was pre organised and trained to do the job. Just make sure the foreign companies don't run the power station , rail system or what ever they run into the ground. Simple , I should have been a polly ....but I am more intelligent than that.
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ahh, the good old days.
PMG, banks closing at 3pm. no shopping on Sundays, close at 12pm Saturday, ten men around a pot hole. yep. the good old days
PMG, banks closing at 3pm. no shopping on Sundays, close at 12pm Saturday, ten men around a pot hole. yep. the good old days
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We still have 10 men around potholes Jon.
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I was just going to say the same thing.

Cheers
David
David and Terrie
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David
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“I was in a church choir… until my voice broke.
Took a stained glass window with it.”
— Sir Harry Secombe
(the late)




Took a stained glass window with it.”
— Sir Harry Secombe
(the late)
Regards & God bless,
Ray
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Isaac Asimov, "The Last Question"
"I refuse to drink water, because of the disgusting things fish do in it"
W.C.Fields
Ray
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"Insufficient data for a meaningful answer."
Isaac Asimov, "The Last Question"
"I refuse to drink water, because of the disgusting things fish do in it"
W.C.Fields