|THE WINNER GAVE IT ALL|
"For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds. (Psalm 57,10)
4. Fleet Street fallout
"Don't write crap!"
No, those words weren't addressed to me or about my writing. The three-word advice was given by our Prime Minister Julia Gillard, speaking to journalists at the National Press Club.
I receive very little feedback on the material I publish. It's best that way. Too much criticism and you may think: Why bother? Too much praise may lead to thoughts of pride. Plus it could place a sense of obligation on the writer to churn out more text, which, of course, is expected to excel previous works.
Within hours of publishing the previous chapter, the colours red and black seemed to be everywhere. My brain was bombarded with these colours: Be it in the street or on TV, suddenly people seemed to be wearing these colours clothing. A celebrity on TV wore a red/black tie. My eyes spotted a royal couple boarding a plane. He wore black, she wore red.
On TV a famous interviewer wore a bright red dress. (I mentioned the big O lady in Chapter three). Her guest wore black. It was none other than the US President. It may well have been my brain, which simply registered the colours, because they had played such a prominent role. But colour blind I am not!
The day after publishing the previous chapter was called 'Carbon Sunday'. This is what the media dubbed it. Our Prime Minister was making her much anticipated announcement as to what price to put on carbon, the carbon tax. The vast majority of Australians is against this tax. I'm one of them. Without going into scientific arguments, which to the average citizen is too complex anyhow, here is what I think about this issue:
The word love recently arrived in a most unusual fashion. Had I not made a spelling error I may never have seen it. It took a day or two to register. I emailed a TV breakfast show after our Adelaide (Australian Rules) football team lost another game in what has so far been a miserable season.
Here is the story, how I came to be watching Adelaide lose, after having led by 6 goals at half-time.
I thought I had seen on their show that Essendon, who had beat the Crows on home soil, was playing again the next day. That's what I queried in the PS.
Anyone who is good in spelling would have seen the mistake I made, right in the subject line - wolfs. The plural (nice word plural) of wolf is not wolfs, it's wolves. I can't recall how or why, but sometime the next day I saw my name - my middle name Rolf.
I removed the first and last letter (ws), and used my + R code (just like the word books turns into brooks, or tap turns into trap.)
OLF + R = ROLF
The correct spelling of wolves, again by removing ws, makes olve, the letters to make LOVE. (Not very often does a spelling error lead to making LOVE.)
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Round 9 AFL, 22.5.11 - Battle of the birds: Magpies vs Crows, Etihad Stadium
But there was more. As I briefly checked through my Outlook Express Email archive I noticed that about 3 1/2 years earlier I had sent an email to the same TV breakfast program. Suddenly - numbers came to life. I emailed my unplanned discovery, plus a scan of the entry ticket, which I had forgotten to include in my 9 AM email.
Still, there was more; totally unplanned, but the timing could not have been better. My fingers were frozen, after having sat in the computer room typing these emails. At 9.10 AM I went back to the TV room, where the Kerri-Anne Show just went to an ad break. The ad was one in a series, where only one person features. In my third email to the TV show (let's call it Etihad trick, I wrote what transpired next:
On above Ticketmaster ticket, did you notice - kick-off 1.10 pm? HE deserves not 1, but 10 out of 10.
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The very next morning, back to 10.7.11, after publishing chapter three, I once again sensed that a supernatural power was at work around me. Call me silly, but to me I saw a gigantic, powerful God, who used a tiny insect to make HIS presence felt.
It was barely 14 hours after uploading chapter three. My wife and I sat in church as we do most Sundays. The singing had finished. The preacher was halfway through her sermon when I noticed a tiny insect fluttering around ahead of us. It was not a fly or mosquito. In July in Adelaide we don't have these. It was a moth. In size it was so small, nobody reacted to it. (My wife later said, she had not noticed it at all).
The insect landed on the shoulder of the lady in front of me. Next, it took off and landed on her hair. Still listening to the message by the lady preacher, a thought suddenly came. I don't know, where it came from, or what influenced its formation. It may have been the fact that I had only uploaded a chapter the evening before?
I thought: What word will the preacher speak the moment the little moth flies away?
It was about ten seconds later, the moth flew away. To my great amazement the word the preacher spoke was:. "No ...."
The subject of the sermon was 'God keeps HIS promises'. I clearly heard the phrase: "No matter, if we keep our promises, God will always keep HIS."
More connections came. In all 319 chapters of this my autobiography only three make mention of the annual sporting event, held in London since 1877 - the Wimbledon tennis tournament. The previous chapter is one of them. I had written how I had seen the odometer reading of my Suzuki on Good Friday - 304015. Can you see the connection to tennis?
The next day another link to tennis: This time table tennis. It actually came as I was playing table tennis, which I do regularly. The title of chapter three mentions two colours - red and black. The official two colours of table tennis bats are red and black. Why this is so, who knows? (I knew this, because a few months earlier this question had come up on Channel Nine's TV Quiz, Millionaire Hot-seat).
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Flashback to January 2011: Lance Armstrong, the US cycling legend,
rode his final race of his career in
Adelaide in the Santos Tour Down Under.
Our Daily Bread Bible reading Jan 16, 11
A Child's Potential. (Note the first words Louis Armstrong)
One week later I did get an autograph from a young British rider. Ben Swift took out two stage-wins in the 2011 Tour Down Under. Whilst I hadn't managed to get Lance's autograph, Ben obliged after giving a media interview.
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Over the years I had sent many emails to the media. I still do, but far less frequently. Often I question the value of contacting the media. On the surface of it nobody seems to be listening. The lack of response does not worry me in trivial matters; unlike, the media's total ignorance of the unfortunate plight of my unfortunate friend in jail. This has been a great disappointment.
Yet, I know the ONE who is in charge of the climate, the ONE whose eye is on the sparrow, he has all our futures in HIS hand. I regard the emails I send and the chapters I write as a seed sown, which will bring forth its fruit in its season (Psalm 1, 3).
Six years ago, in July 2005, I planted such a seed in the form of a letter. It was a long letter to various media outlets, calling for them to use their power responsibly, and to report the truth. (Read it in Book 4, Chapter 1). My observing eyes and active mind had analyzed a very unlikely news story. I had asked questions, serious questions, doubting if the story was really true. My insight proved correct.
It so happens, the day I write this chapter, the world's most influential man, the guru among media barons, is appearing before a parliamentary committee in London. He and his son are answering questions regarding serious allegations of phone tapping, and possibly other criminal activities, by staff and hired private eyes.
Perhaps, what I had suspected way back in 2005, was not so far fetched after all? In my letter in the first chapter of Book 4, I asked this question: Is it possible for police to invent crimes and sell the fake reports to the media?
In the reports coming out of London, one phrase keeps coming up regarding the scandal: "There was a cosy relationship between police, the media and politicians! One commentator on the BBC said: "There was and always will be corrupt police."
I find this hard to accept. But it would make logical sense: If a crime were committed by a policeman and other police were to notice it, they would need to be strongly motivated to blow the whistle. Often, fellow workers are reluctant to speak out after witnessing irregularities by those they work beside. Plain fear, or a false sense of mate-ship, keeps many mouths shut. The Mafia calls this silence Omerta (nice word that).
Even if corrupt practices by fellow police were reported, a superior officer would need to take it seriously enough to launch an investigation. But if things came out and were leaked to the media (the story might be worth a few dollars) it would bring possible disgrace to the very organization the officer is proud to be working for.
In South Australia we don't even have an independent body, who investigates shady police officers. Police investigates itself!
I write from firsthand experience. As regular readers would know, I have reported serious matters to police, and to higher levels of power; so far without success. Our Police Commissioner did not even bother to acknowledge receiving, let alone commenting on, the suspected stuff up by one of his departments.
(Back to the phone-tapping scandal)
Maybe I had not been that paranoid after all, when back in 1999 (Book 1, Ch.9) I had imagined that my phone conversations were being listened to and /or I was being followed? My apparent paranoia was in full swing around that time, after I had just acquired my first ever mobile phone.
Nowhere did the phone-tapping scandal do more damage than in the case of missing school girl Milly Dowler. News-hungry journalists hacked into the mobile phone of the murdered 13-year-old. They intercepted and deleted text messages, giving false hope to the parents that their daughter was still alive. (The Guardian, July 4th, 11).
Another equally sad case was shown our ABC TV 7.30 Program on 18.7.11. During an in-depth interview Mary Ellen Field (let's call her Mrs. N.Field) told how she was falsely accused of leaking information. The successful business consultant had assisted a well-known supermodel into a lucrative business career. They became close friends; close enough that the supermodel shared some private details with her business coach, but no one else.
When the tabloid press printed a story, based on material only Mrs. N.Field knew about, the supermodel accused her consultant friend of breaking their trust in passing on private details. Their relationship ended abruptly, bitterly. Mrs. N.Field's reputation was in tatters. She was ruined financially, emotionally and six years later is still suffering greatly. All because the phone of supermodel Elle was illegally tapped.
But instead of receiving an apology, Field's lawyer pointed out during the ABC TV interview, the supermodel said nothing. The question arises, why? Was it because she had received a lucrative deal within the Murdoch empire, a presenter's role with Sky TV?
More hush money had allegedly changed hands from the Murdoch camp to Mr. Gordon Taylor, the head of the Professional Footballer's Association. The cheque was signed by Mr. Murdoch's son James. It is hard to believe that James Murdoch did not know, what was behind the £ 700 000 transaction. (But then, £ 700 000 may be pocket money for the super rich?)
Read the transcript of the ABC TV 7.30 report: http://www.abc.net.au/7.30/content/2011/s3272250.htm
There are at least two Australian connections here. One is supermodel Elle, who is Australian. The other points right here to Adelaide. Mr. Murdoch started his media empire with one newspaper, the Adelaide Advertiser. Over fifty years later the media mogul owns two-third's of all newspapers in Australia. What a success story, what meteoric rise to power and position of influence!
On the ABC program Media Watch, also on 18.7.11, an interesting brief comment registered strongly in my mind. A brief extract of the charter of News Limited was shown. It read: "Journalists must be careful to report both sides of stories covered", or words to that effect.
Did I hear correctly? It can't be! I can think of at least one story, covered in the Advertiser, which was reported very one-sided. The people of South Australia have only been half-informed about the case of my unfortunate friend in jail.
I know I am repeating myself; so be it. Here are just some of the unanswered questions, which would reveal the other side of the story, if released from the Omerta box:
Peter Liddy's side of the story has never made it into the mainstream press. Never has he spoken on radio or TV, never given the opportunity to defend himself outside the courtroom. One TV station I had contacted about the case (I am repeating myself, again) tried to tell me that Peter would be drugged up so much, he would not be able to answer questions. What bull dust! I later learned from the prisoner himself, that he does not even take a headache tablet, let alone other drugs.
Thanks to the internet, people now have another source of information and a choice who to believe - a whistle- blowing blogger or a write-what-you're-told journalist.
Cyberspace is filled with 'knowledge', something that has been predicted in the bible as a sign of the end times:
It only takes a little 'going here and there' online and ... what magic, the other side of the story can be found.
And why not believe a blogger's research? If it sounds reasonable and can be checked online (by going a little here and a little there) even better! God's truth prevails, friends. Trust me, a blogger who trusts God.
It will be interesting to find out what the outcome of the scandal in the UK will be. Maybe, it marks the beginning of the end for Fleet Street. And so it should be, but only for those who have built their fortune on lies and deception.
Read what the book of Deuteronomy says:
There is nothing wrong with money and wealth, if acquired honestly, through hard work. Money in itself is not evil. The love of money (greed) is the root of all evil. The wisest man who ever lived (King Solomon) said:
"He who loves silver will not be satisfied with silver" (Ecclesiastes 5, 10).
Friends, it's not merely about justice for the likes of Mrs. N.Field or my innocent prisoner friend in jail. It's about truth versus lies, fairness against oppression.
It's about the ONE who said - the truth shall set you free! HE came to set you free.
God's truth prevailed.
I hope Julia doesn't call this crap.