Third World War?

Tony Abbott has determined that Australia is due to attend the war against the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL) “death of cult”, rampaged throughout Iraq and Syria. Abbott has said 600 defence subjects will attend, based in United Arab Emirates, behind 8 Australia fight planes. The frenzy is against the Islamics who have already killed hostages - UK and USA people. By his recent speech Abbott has given very little information for normal people to understand it. This is a war which has been labelled “third world war” by other people interviewed. This war is not realist, and we need to understand some of the Islamic and why the “third world war” is coming. 

Islam was born around 570 BC, with Muhammad named the Prophet. Many Muslims said that Islam had happened many years before, from the part of Adam and with many people before and after Jesus’ history. Most of its civilization occurred in Middle East, spreading to the East, into Spain, Asia, and down India and Africa. Wikipedia says “The people of the Islamic world created numerous sophisticated centers of culture and science with far-reaching mercantile networks, travelers, scientists, hunters, mathematicians, doctors and philosophers”, making it sound pretty good. But the present deepest Islam has, for many years, attempted to take over its control throughout war, in advance against Western countries. While some Western civilizations have stayed ahead, the Islam religion is moving on. It now has domination finance against many Western residents, including major handling of oil and other goods, especially with strategy overtaken in Kurdish-controlled northern Iraq, Turkey and Jordan.  

The First World War was from 28 July 1914 until 11 November 1918, predominantly throughout Europe, but later spread through Africa, Middle East, Pacific Islands, China and off the coast of South and North America. World War Two, the Second War World during 1939-1945, was larger, due in part that most

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people were ahead on technology and were able to use it against the enemy. This war spread throughout the world, after Hitler in Europe and Japanese in the Pacific against China and America, but was ultimately won by western USA and UK. 

This current conflagration in ISIL is now called the “Third War World”, seen by Giles Fraser in The Guardian on Saturday 13 September. It is not something anyone ordinary wants. It is not something anyone ordinary wants to fight. Nor does someone ordinary wants Islam or any religion to take over our own future by viciousness. 

Many Australian residents are not religious. We have, for a long time, thrown away the Jesus religion, and have recently learned about the way religious people maintained sexuality against children who were unable to stop what happened. Recently many Islam people now live in Australia, but they are still hanging onto their Islam. It’s still not at all good for Australians, and some of the habituate living stays hidden for many women who are beleaguered – including FGM, female general mutilation. 

With the war growing in ISIL, there are some Islamics from Australia who have left Australia to go fight there – and not with Australia Defence. However there are a great number of Islamics who support Australia and will still say what they have to, like Glenn Mohammed on 29 August, who said clearly “I am an Australian, I am a Muslim. I am an Australian Muslim.” Many Australian Muslims no longer accept the violence in the Middle East territory, where, at one time, many of them have been refugeed during Islam wars. It’s a very straight overview, yet Abbott’s corrosity cuts into it. Abbott will tell us all why he is talking and some of what he believes in, yet mostly no one wants the Third World War with us involved. 

Is the Third World War real? Will it grow faster, like computers and books and phones and TV in this highly technological enterprise? Are we responsible for it? Will it treat us at all like 9-11 in USA? Is there a terrorism in Australian that we will always miss – before it gets us?

These days I feel pretty old. I have a lost job caused by male managers. I had two marriage envisaged against two rather lower males. The Australian PM is male – and not very good to listen or see. Most of the Aussie government is male. Islam is primarily male. Christian religion is primarily male. Many men “work” in the Defence. Most men handle weapons.  Most men injure women. The future, to me, is no better than it was when I was little. In fact, it’s much, much lesser. What is really good for women?

Is there a Third World War starting in the Middle East? I can just hope that it never starts. And that men will change their minds, about life.

Not like an 'old' meeting

When I was admitted to PA Hospital earlier this year for my brain aneurysm (270-ish something days since CT’d it) I was just thinking of the ‘usual’ operation for this sort of thing discovered by ’normal’ people. I was only expecting around 5 days in hospital, getting out early, only 3 months my driver’s licence was medically suspended, then back to normal life. I had no idea what happened to me in my surgery. Sometimes I feel like I was cut open wrong, I bled, and I have my own future problem. I spent 6½ weeks in PA. I have now been out of PA for 3 months, have had some OT and Speech therapists, and still have at least another 3 month before I can even start driving again – if I pass my assessment.

Today I attended an invitation by my new Health Service, Redcliffe, to the North Lake Health Service meeting about stroke, run by the Community Based Rehabilitation Team (CBRT). I had to work out how the buses would get up there, and caught the 690 into Redcliffe and swapped to 680 for a drop off at North Lake. I reached the Health Service half an hour early and was given directions to local cafés where I could get my lunch. There only seemed to be two smallish cafés within walking of the hospital, but I had a long afternoon meeting after my 1¼ hour bus and I was hungry.

Taking a small long black back across the road and into the large meeting room was – for me – essential. We would have afternoon tea provided but later, after another 2½ hours.

The group attending was fairly large, most of the people who have had a stroke appeared to be there with their partners. I was on my own, but didn’t feel left out as the people who sit beside me chatted to me. Our first host speaker was from CBRT and introduced a whole raft of information for the ‘experienced’ strokers and the partners and a video info which she played for us. We received the Stroke Foundation booklet. Did you know what caused a stroke? One was “a blocked artery”, called an ischaemic stroke. The other was “a bleed in the brain”, known as a haemorrhagic stroke. The booklet said: “This causes blood to leak into the brain… stopping the delivery of oxygen and nutrients” and “…can be caused by a number of disorders which affect the blood vessels, including… cerebral aneurysms.”  This is what I suffered from during my aneurysm operation.

Sometime during my post-operation I was asked, at PA, if I would be interested in Aphasia Association. I was given a few of business cards which I could have handed out if I was having problems with my words. These have stayed in my bag and just didn’t get used. I never really had any info about them, until today. The CBRT gave a lot of info about that association to the meeting, and it sounds certainly worthwhile for ringing and getting some answers. Sometimes I think of myself as being okay with my words, but most days, when I talk to others, I realise I am a long way behind my original speech.  It’s very frustrating.

Before our afternoon tea the chap who was introduced was, three years after his stroke, speaking about his speech deficit. Whenever he forgot what he had tried to say I was reminded about myself. I could feel my tears running down, as I felt frustrated that I was in this same psych problem. This guy drives and rides his Harley now. I am hoping I will pass my assessment. Three months to go, please let me be okay!

This CBRT has reminded me of my history and my lost future. This week, the 8-14 September, is a National Stroke Week set up by Stroke Foundation. The meeting provided us all with a whole heap of writing: “Know the signs of stroke”, “High cholesterol and stroke”, “Take the challenge”, “Call to action – Fight Stroke”, “Do you know your stroke risk”, and “Information sheet- Dream, Believe, Achieve – the Stroke Self Management Program”. Aphasia also included an advertisement and a sheet that said “10 Things people with Aphasia would like you to know”. This stuff is definitely good for everyone needing to know, even if you don’t have a stroke or know someone who has had it.

Whatever I end up with, I need to thank the CBRT and Aphasia and, generally, all therapists who have worked with me. Whatever I have to succeed in the future, I guess I will just have to do whatever I can do. It’s mine. Anyone can offer.

Cold? Why?

Isn't it Spring yet? I thought it was on 1st September, a date which just happened to be just a few days before the Redcliffe Festival, scheduling the Springtime. It's not made up. It's usually a wonderfully bright, warm day. Most years. Or is that something else I have forgotten after my aneurysm?

This morning I walked my dogs down to the Woody Point Bramble Bay walk, and I already knew it would be cool (cold) outside, so I wore my jacket and a long sleeved jersey and a neck scarf. Just as well. Maybe I have been sent to a "poor day" discipline, but I was a little concerned that so many walkers didn't wear what I was wearing to stay warm. Is there some sort of resident lives shared with long-lived residents?

I seem to have a long memory of Inala, and yet I only lived there for 16 months. I seemed to walk most days, and I was over it. There was, often, dried grass throughout the streets, from what seemed to be no more rain. Winter was cold, but didn't seem to clandestinely invade my skin with low temperature. I just used 2 heaters in the house, and seemed to keeping everything at a "normal" heat. Now, at Woody Point, I seem to be colder than ever before, and I don't like it. When the heat comes out I love it, and will walk most of the time. Yet when it loses temperature, I seem to be growing something I haven't had for a while - a cold.

I worked as a volunteer in the Redcliffe KiteFest in the Clontarf park, Pelican Park, last weekend. Saturday was great, to start with, and I even started an hour before I had been registered. I had a wander around the festival before I started, and some ground-crawling kites took my eye although they never actually "raced". Many of the girl children seemed to turn up dressed in the princess clothes or fairy clothes, something which I'm afraid I actually object to because I don't see those clothes as true "real" clothes for the girls alone.

I spent the day taking coffee orders, food orders, ice creams (no chocolate...). It was very busy, up until 3pm. Then there was a change, with a very strong off-bay wind which was coming straight into our cafe. Most people now just wanted something hot, and most of those customers didn't buy ice creams. I left the cafe as I had become very tired. Night was okay, not quite so cold.  On Sunday I got up and headed back to the KiteFest, but I only made 2 hours before I realised I was over-tired from.... the breeze? 

Perhaps I have just over-seen Woody Point, and now I need to s-l-o-w d-o-w-n to admire it. 

I said goodbye to my visiting sister last Friday and this week I have 3 appointments - one with North Lake CBRS to look over at help they could offer me, one to vollie as temp at the PAA, and my usual speech therapy at Redcliffe. I haven't work out yet if 3 coming appointments are too many. Perhaps I'm just too "good" for the medical team... I will have to work that out!