Invaders!

Ha! Made the team!

JC

 January 25, 2025 1:16 am

John H

I think the entire model is wrong. In fact, it’s completely fcked. The news business is very, very expensive: huge salaries for the top “talent”, advertising revenue in freefall, and viewership along with public approval in the death zone. The U.S. networks are basically dead in the water.

On the other hand, you have podcasters like Joe Rogan going from strength to strength because they’re seen as credible. They get things wrong at times, but they’re generally trusted.

JC I don’t watch Joe Rogan because I’m too impatient for rambling conversations. An important aspect of Rogan though is that he isn’t pushing agendas whereas the MSM clearly has agendas. Rogan is chatting to people as a form of entertainment rather than trying to win people over to his tribe or position. That might be an important difference.

I don’t read any particular outlets. Rather I wake up, coffee, scan the aggregate pages, and choose to read articles that interest me, which includes a wide range of material. I think younger generations are closer to my reading style rather than relying on preferred outlets. If that is true then no matter what the MSM does it is doomed. Good riddance.

An unfortunate fellow.
Have to say, there were just too many of his kind of men to remember them all unless you are a scholar specialising in outback history.
I am not, just read about them when I get a tip.

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Unsung Hero 000209 at Australian Stockman’s Hall of Fame and Outback Heritage Centre
Thomas Gibson HAMILTON, b. 10th May 1844, d. 2nd April 1875

From the age of 10, following his father’s death in 1850 and his uncle’s in 1854, Thomas Hamilton worked on the properties in the Western District of Victoria that his mother owned and ran.

In 1872 Thomas, accompanied by five men, one boy (his nephew) and over 120 horses, travelled north to explore pastoral lands in Central Australia. Leaving in October 1872, the group passed through the Tatiara country into the 90-mile desert, along the Coorong and into Adelaide.

Supplies were purchased here, including an American covered wagon, six-pack saddles and six months’ food. On their journey, they met with the men who were constructing the Overland Telegraph line, and they travelled along its route as much as possible.

“The season was a dry one, and soon the heat, dust and flies became separate torments. Men, horses and dogs were equally afflicted. The dust and flies affected my eyes to such an extent that after one particularly severe dust storm I developed sandy blight, and for ten days was completely blind.

Daily I had to be led to and from my horse. At the Finke River … we had the misfortune to lose our wagon. For a long time it had been falling to pieces, but somehow still miraculously held together. Crossing one sandy bed of the river, however, it collapsed entirely, and had to be abandoned…

Summer in the desert was to prove almost unendurable; pitiless blue skies, blazing sun, barren country, water scarce, often non-existent, food gradually giving out, illness, and always heat, dust and flies. Slowly, however, we made our way further and further northwards.”

Eventually, the party arrived in Darwin, with its stock of over 120 horses diminished by less than twelve. They received the outstanding price of fifty pounds a head for the horses.

Their journey across the heart of Australia, from south to north, had taken just over twelve months.

Hamilton never fully recovered from his ordeal, succumbing to a severe attack of fever, which proved fatal less than a year after his return home. He was thirty years old.

Real men true blue Aussies.
A good looking fellow!

A true love.
BTW he is still working at 91!
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A True Story
In 1971, a not-yet-legendary Michael Caine was lounging at home with a friend, their evening punctuated by the humdrum of TV ads.

Amid the usual commercial drivel, a Maxwell House Coffee ad flickered to life. Just as his friend reached for the remote, Michael’s gaze locked onto a striking girl in the background. In a heartbeat, he was on his knees, eyes glued to the screen, utterly captivated.

The actress wasn’t just another pretty face; she was a vision that left him spellbound.

Obsessed with finding this mystery woman, Michael embarked on a relentless quest. He bombarded the Maxwell House offices with calls, convinced she was in Brazil. He even bought plane tickets, ready to scour the country.

But fate had a twist in store. An acquaintance tipped him off: the enchanting model was actually living in London. Her name was Shakira, and she hailed from Guyana.

Fueled by infatuation, Michael tracked down her number and called incessantly until she agreed to meet. Their connection was instantaneous and profound.

Before long, Michael and Shakira were married, embarking on a lifelong journey of love and companionship. Now, after 51 years of marriage, they share a beautiful life and a daughter, Natasha.

Today, Michael Caine is 91, and his beloved Shakira is 77, their enduring love story a testament to the magic of fate and determination.