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Le nouveau cabinet du Premier ministre Anthony Albanese se réunit pour la première fois après une cérémonie d'investiture à Government House.

Prime Minister Anthony Albanese has been sworn in for a second term alongside his new ministry at Government House in Canberra. Sussan Ley has been elected as the new leader of the Liberal Party. The United Nations aviation council has ruled Russia responsible for the downing of Malaysian airliner MH17 in 2014. - アルバニージー新内閣の就任式がガバメントハウスで行われました。スーザン・リー前副党首が、初の女性として自由党党首に選ばれました。ウクライナ東部で撃墜されたマレーシア航空機MH17便について、国連の航空機関は、責任はロシアにあると判断を下しました。午後１時から放送されたラジオ番組のニュース部分をお届けします。

Prime Minister Anthony Albanese has announced his picks for second term ministers. The Prime Minister has been sworn in for the term alongside his new ministry at Government House in Canberra. - आफ्नो दोस्रो कार्यकाल सुरु गर्दै प्रधानमन्त्री एन्थोनी आल्बनिजीले नयाँ मन्त्रीपरिष्द् चयन गरेका छन्। प्रधानमन्त्री र उनको नयाँ मन्त्रीमण्डलले मङ्गलवार, १३ मेमा क्यानबरास्थित गभर्मेन्ट हाउसमा गभर्नर जनरल समक्ष शपथ ग्रहण गरेका छन्। एक रिपोर्ट।

Anthony Albanese is vandaag in het Government House in Canberra beëdigd voor een tweede termijn als premier. Ook de nieuwe ministers zijn ingezworen. En de Liberal Party heeft Sussan Ley gekozen als haar nieuwe partijleider.

We hear from the writers celebrated at the 2024 BMO Winterset Award presentation at Government House in St. John's. 

The article by Prof. John Wade has raised a lot of dust in the polity. While some of the things he has said are contentious, the DG Research in the Government House, Hon. Sam Godongs has issued a rejoinder setting the records straight.What is the true position of things between the Laong administration and what Gov. Caleb Mutfwang met on ground?

Join me on an exclusive tour of Rosedale, one of Toronto's oldest and most prestigious neighborhoods. With nearly 25 years of experience, Paul shares insights into the area's rich history and showcases some of its most stunning properties, ranging from Victorian and Georgian mansions to modern homes. This episode offers a glimpse into the hidden stories behind the neighborhood's homes, its evolution since the 1820s, and its significance as a symbol of Toronto's old money. From million-dollar estates to homes that transcend history and style, discover how a personalized tour can unlock real estate opportunities in this iconic locale. A brief intro in case you need one... Rosedale, one of Toronto's oldest and most prestigious neighborhoods, began in the 1820s when Sheriff William Botsford Jarvis and his wife, Mary, settled on an estate north of the city, naming it "Rosedale" for the wild roses dotting its ravines. After the Jarvis family sold the land in 1864, it evolved into Toronto's first "garden suburb," with South Rosedale developing in the late 19th century and North Rosedale following after a 1909 bridge linked the areas, attracting wealthy residents who built grand Victorian, Edwardian, and Georgian mansions. Nestled among three ravines, its winding streets and seclusion made it a haven for Canada's elite, including figures like writer Morley Callaghan and modern luminaries like Gerry Schwartz, while landmarks like Chorley Park—once Ontario's Government House (1915-1960)—added to its legacy before becoming a public park. Designated a Heritage Conservation District in the 2000s, Rosedale remains a symbol of Toronto's "old money," blending historic charm with modern affluence. Here are just a few of the streets included on this tour: Here are the street names without address numbers in a comma-separated format: Mount Pleasant Rd, Moore Ave, Ottawa St, Standish Ave, Glen Rd, Whitehall Rd, Glen Rd, Shaftesbury Ave, Glenrose Ave, Rosedale Heights Dr, Heath St E, Garfield Ave, Harper Ave, Inglewood Dr, Rose Park Dr, Glen Elm Ave, Rosedale Heights Dr, Welland Ave, Cluny Dr, Roxborough Dr, Roxborough St E, Mckenzie Ave, Hawthorn Ave, Highland Cres, Douglas Dr, Rosedale Rd, Rose Park Dr, Roxborough Dr, Binscarth Rd, Maple Ave, Pine Hill Rd, Chestnut Park Rd, Roxborough Dr, Chestnut Park Rd, Beaumont Rd  

After the Prime Minister's dawn visit to Government House, Anthony Albanese and Peter Dutton's five-week race to convince voters they should lead the country is officially underway. 

Sibeal Pays A Visit.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.It is selfish to believe that your family will always love you. At some point you will be asked to earn it{Right where we left off}It was H-hour plus four. A Thai soldier fired another burst from his T A R 21. The other four soldiers around him did the same. They were using an overturned car as cover. He saw movement at a building across the street to his right. He fired off another few rounds. The figure fell to the ground. By hard-earned experience, he realized the enemy soldier had probably dived for cover, not been hit."Time to fall back. One block back," he hoped he didn't sound too shrill. "You two go first," he indicated the two townsfolk. His battalion major had drafted them minutes after the attack began. Any organized supply depot had been an open invitation for an artillery strike, so he had called for civilians to help carry the ammunition loads instead. These two had been attached to his platoon. Now they were with him.They nodded, hefted up the crate of 5.56mm and sprinted toward the rear while his men gave them cover fire. They made it. He named off two of his other men. It was their turn to go. After their sprint to safety, it was time for him and the last two to go. They ran past some terribly close flanking fire, but all made it.This Thai soldier wasn't the squad leader, or even the squad's second in command. He was a lowly Phon Thahan (Private, not 1st Class). Those two men were already dead. No, he was a common soldier who found other men listening to his orders so, by default, he was in command. His initial squad of ten had shrunk down to three. The fourth man had been part of the regimental staff, a driver, sent into the firefight to replace losses. He still could point and shoot, which was all that mattered at the moment.At the next block he found the two civilians. His men dumped their empty clips on them, then positioned themselves for the next enemy rush. The leader of this ad hoc force took the driver over to the far corner of the building they sheltered behind. Too often, going inside buildings was a death trap. The enemy would corner you then call in their artillery."Guard this corner," he told the driver. "I'll be checking up on you." The frightened soldier nodded, then took up his post. Now he had a few seconds to consider his position. He was running out of town to retreat through. Behind him lay open fields. Just then he saw the tale-tell site of a Dragon Anti-Tank missile firing from the next raised roadway to his rear-right.He couldn't see if it hit anything. There was no huge explosion. Still, it indicated that other elements of his battalion were in the fight. From what little briefing he had been given when the attack started, the major had placed his heavy machine guns and recoilless rifles on each flank to stop the enemy's mobile forces from getting around his command and surrounding them.Little did the soldier understand he was involved in a textbook defense by foot-bound infantry versus armored opponents. His two townsmen were busy shoving bullets into the thirty round magazines. His men had already engaged the enemy to the front. Gone were the cries of 'got him'. No one gave a damn anymore. They were too exhausted to care. Now they counted the comrades they had left, not the possible number of enemy out there.Six minutes later he heard the sound of death coming his way."Everyone down," he screamed a second before an artillery round flattened their shelter. For a few moments all he could do was gaze up at the heavens. His body hurt, his ears were ringing and the belief that he could stop now, he had given it his best shot and his part in this battle were over.He pulled himself and examined what he had left. He wasn't hurt if you didn't count the blood coming out his ears. He couldn't say the same for his companions. One of the townsmen had the top of his head torn off, his soulless eyes gazing up to the forever. One of his men had a smoking chunk of meat where his spine should have been. A second one was nursing a bad leg wound.The third soldier? He was already up and firing. The second townsmen was a bit dazed, yet looked like he could carry on. The soldier crouch-ran to check on the driver. He was laying on his belly. For a second he mourned for that fellow then the man got off a burst, then scooted back. He had been 'playing possum' in order to draw some enemy out. He was alive and fighting."We have got to get out of here," he told the man. "Get to the elevated road across the field then provide cover fire for the rest of us." The driver acknowledged the command, fired off one more burst then bolted for the field. The Thai made his way back to his other survivors. He gave them the same order, the civilian first.The wounded man? He couldn't make it with that leg wound and if any of the others carried him they would most likely die too."Cover us as long as you can," he ordered. The wounded shoulder crawled to the corner to relieve the only standing soldier."Go," he ordered that man. Off he sprinted. The leader placed two spare clips next to the wounded man, wished him luck, then it was his turn to sprint to safety. Close to the end, a few bullets hurried him along. He found the others had made it unwounded as well. The townsman was already shoving more bullets into the empty magazines.To his right was the remnants of the squad with the recoilless rifle and a light machine gun. To his left was a group of six Thahan Phran, paramilitary border guards. He rejoined the firing line. The enemy had overrun the buildings closest to them and were faced with the same quandary he had just overcome, the open field. When a man tapped his shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin.It was his company commander."You've been doing well. I'm placing you in command of this section. We have a Carl Gustav (another version of a recoilless rifle) in the trees over there," the Captain pointed to the right. Hold this position as long as you can. Help is on the way."Before this fight, the soldier had dreaded this officer. He had been so pompous, so spit-and-polished and arrogant. Now he saw different qualities in the man. He was cool under fire, had his mind on the bigger picture of the fight and the discipline he had instilled in his men was paying dividends the private soldier hadn't appreciated at that time."You are Sip Tho (corporal) now," the officer told him. With that declaration, the common foot soldier had inherited 13 more men, the squad of seven to his right and the six Thahan Phran to his left. Combined with his two that made something more like a combat command. The Captain made his way back up the line. The Thai didn't have long to appreciate his promotion. Smoke shells began detonating between his position and the town, obscuring the place."Remember," he shouted. "Short, controlled bursts and only shoot at something that you know is out there!" With that, he had established his command of the situation. Several explosions detonated in the wooded position. Half a minute later, a tank appeared and pumped another H E into the position. In doing so, it exposed its side to Thai's section.The two men manning his Dragon launcher looked his way. It was a shot at a 45 degree angle and any heavy weapons fire would bring about all kinds of hate."Fire," he ordered. The man aiming the device took a few seconds then let loose. The rocket didn't penetrate the side, but it did knock a track out."Now we are going to get it," the Thai mumbled.A few heartbeats later, a larger TOW missile slammed into it from a position to his command's rear. This time the tank blew up. Of equal importance to the soldier's mind, there were men behind him and that could only mean, the second regiment had finally arrived. He was sure he wouldn't be falling back any further, giving the invaders one more inch of sacred Thai soil. It also meant his men would most likely live to see the end of the day. That mattered too.  It was H-hour plus six. Two hour earlier, elements of the Vietnamese People's Army's 314th Mechanized regiment and 206th Tank Regiment with the Mobile battalion of the Laotian 1st Division and the Khanate's Laos Force Command slammed into Khon Kaen. By that time, the small city had already seen its share of hell. Khanate forces had stormed the regional airport with an aerial assault at 4:10 AM that morning.There were no dedicated combat troops in Khon Kaen. It was the HQ for both the Royal Thai 3rd Division and its component 1st regiment. That had resulted in a see-saw battle until the relief force arrived from the north. After that, resistance had collapsed. Over three hundred men surrendered. A hundred miles to the north forces in the town of Udon Thani, battalions of the 1st and 2nd regiments of the 3rd Division were still in combat with Laotian and Vietnamese forces. The final outcome of that battle had yet to be decided.What did matter was that the entire command structure of northeast of Thailand had been neutered. There were five more battalions out there that had no idea what to do next. They suffered from sporadic air attacks, but nothing serious was coming their way.What none of them were aware of was that a Far North Force out of the Laotian highlands had broken a battalion of the Royal Thai's 6th Infantry Division, taken Roi Et and severed the communications between the two formations. At Roi Et, the Khanate armored spearhead had left elements of the 2nd Regiment of Lao's 4th Division to hold the airport and was blazing a trail westward along Highway 23, to the south/rear of those five battalions.South of Roi Et, two other Thai battalions were grudgingly giving ground to a regiment of Vietnam's 305th Division plus the 270th Combat Engineers and 16th Artillery Brigade. What mattered was that those forces were drawing off the efforts of the 6th Divisions to counteract the invasion.The 6th Division had its own litany of woes. It was the subject of a dozen pinpricks. The division's commander had lost contact with the other two divisions under the 2nd Army's command. He had enemy forces to his north around Amnat Charoen, he'd lost contact with this 1st regiment HQ at Roi Et.His second regiment, at Ubon Ratchathani, was heavily engaged with the Alliance's North Force. His 3rd regiment, spread out along the southern approaches to his life line, Highway 24, had discovered small teams of Special Forces at every bridge and crossing, making every attempt at creating a unified front costly and ultimately futile.The 2nd Army's HQ and supply hub were at Nakhon Ratchasima. They were under attack, the airport had fallen and the sole mechanized regiment (minus one battalion) was having a terrible time retaking it. They were presently incapable of coming to his defense, since their third battalion had already been called to the capital to put down unrest/enemy forces.He finally made his decision. The remnants of the 1st regiment were to retire westward over the back roads towards the division headquarters at the Si Sa Ket Railway Station. The second regiment was to hold in place until sunset. Using all of the division's remaining assets, he was going to secure Highway 24 so that his command could retire using that path before they were cut off and defeated one regiment at the time.  It was H-hour plus seven. For one of the drivers in a Khanate Heavy Mountain Supply Zuun, there wasn't much to love about this mission. He was a truck driver with a weapon, not a true foot soldier. He was content with his role in logistics, which was why his current mission scared the crap out of him. He wasn't in an armored vehicle and was accompanied by only one Fast Zuun ~ by its very nature a lightly armored unit. Now he was driving deep into enemy territory with a truckload of Karin freedom fighters, who also were lightly equipped.He had already reached the first goal, the town of San Buri, 270 kilometers behind enemy lines and only 60 kilometers from downtown Bangkok. There was a fear that his own air force would mistake then for an enemy supply column and shoot them up. Then there was the fear that some rear echelon troops would find the convoy suspicious and fill his unarmed vehicle with holes. His luck held, the enemy were looking to the north and east, not at a group of trucks heading south.Soldiers from the rebel faction of the Thai Royal Army were stationed in each vehicle to cover any conversation with the local constabulary that might come up. The cover story was that the unit was driving with a purpose ~ the capital was under attack and they were reinforcements using back roads to avoid airstrikes ~ the phone network was a mess and the fact that the plan was so audacious, the normal police officers didn't feel the need to slow the military trucks down.The last phase was pure madness. They rolled down Road 304 at 80 kph. Every time they approached a checkpoint, the unit's commander called in a hopefully faux airstrike, on both them and the Thai soldiers. That made it plausible for the convoy to race forward as the troops around them were too busy diving for cover to stop them. If anything, the defenders thought those truck drivers were the bravest men they'd ever seen.At the end of the journey, they rolled across the Road 304 Bridge over the Chao Praya River, then dispersed. Each truck disgorged 16 Karin fighters, for a total of 560. To that was added the 100 members of the Fast Zuun and 35 drivers, three Tigr's and 59 combat troops. Miracles of miracles, they found the capital to be in total chaos.  It was H-hour plus 6 and a half. The Turkish Khanate commander of 100 looked south in the direction of In Buri. He was already in the 'spread chaos' phase of his operation. The central part of In Buri was the junction of Highways 11 and 32. Somewhere to the far north, friendly units were fighting their way to him. Forces retreating south, or reinforcements from Bangkok would have to pass through his position. He commandeered some passing civilian vehicles and created barricades on all three sides of the T-cloverleaf.Before long, the ground elements of an Airmobile Zuun had joined him. That allowed him to deploy several two-man observer teams over the surrounding countryside. He left two AFV's on the bridge and camouflaged the others in the best ambush points he could think of. Then, he waited.  It was H-hour plus eight. For Julia Atwood, this was the culmination of twenty-five years working in Asia, covering a host of military conflicts and both natural and man-made humanitarian disasters. She'd gotten a tip two days earlier that Bangkok Thailand was going to be the place to be. Since she wasn't a known anti-government reporter, her entry into the country had been easy enough.She had spent the previous day picking a city guide, luckily finding one she knew well, and looking around for sources of information about 'trouble'. What she found was a quiet city on the edge of an explosion. The police, paramilitary forces and the military had everything battened down tight. At the same time, the population was extremely anxious over the upcoming loyalist offensive against the rebel northwest.The military had clamped down on all information coming out of the prospective war zones while exhorting on all forms of mass media the sacred traditions of Thai national identity and the need for law and order. That made the hairs on the back of Julia's neck tingle. It spoke of an upcoming shit storm. Still, Day One had been a bust. Few people wanted to talk about what was going on; all known opposition leaders were in prison or in exile.She had awakened early in the morning to the sound of heavy weapons fire. She had been in enough war zones to know the difference between grenades exploding, or pistol, assault rifle, machine gun, and tank fire. She was hearing tank fire, which made no sense. The Thai army didn't need to use their tank's big guns to fire at anything the opposition could bring to bear.She slipped out the back of her hotel to avoid any possible police minder, gathered up her guide and went hunting for the story. Twice she barely avoided roving army patrols. What immediately occurred to her was these soldiers didn't seem to know what was going on. They were jumpy (not good) and nervous (great for a story).Her trained ears and years of instinct led her to one of the eyes of the storm. Julia's jaw nearly dropped open. There were Central Asian men riding around in Russian equipment surrounded by throngs of hundreds, possibly thousands, of Thai 'Red Shirt' protestors marching on a police barricade. Several leaders of the movement had bullhorns and were communicating with the police. It was a tense situation.Julia forced her way to the BMP-3M, then shouted up at the commander standing in the copula. She tried Uzbek. The man looked her way."No. I'm Kazak. My Uzbek isn't very good," he replied. Julia's Kazak wasn't the best in the world, but she endeavored to make it work."What are you doing here?""I could ask you the same thing," the man smiled. "We are part of the Alliance effort to bring about democratic change in this country." Julia knew he was spouting the party line."What are you really doing here?" she pressed."I have no idea," he chortled. "I don't speak this language, don't know who these people are and only found out where Thailand was two days ago.""Are there a lot of you here?""Not really.""How did you get here?""We landed at the airport. We are a portion of an airmobile Zuun."Just then one of the protestors tried to get the unit leader's attention. He kept repeating something."He wants you to advance on the police line and look menacing," she translated."Okay," the Khanate officer shrugged. "That I can do."He spoke rapid fire Kazak, which Julia couldn't quite follow. Her ride lurched forward, the crowd parted and she could see the blood drain out of the police commander's face. Without looking her way, the Kazak spoke to Julia."Tell them they have thirty seconds to put down their arms or I'm going to shred the lot of them."Julia thought about it for a second. She was recording this exchange on her camcorder. She knew this was straying dangerously close to becoming a participant, not a reporter. She translated to the Thai young man. He sprinted toward the police and relayed the message. She had no idea what a 100mm fragmentation shell would do, had an idea how bloody a 30mm auto-cannon could get and had great familiarity with the effectiveness of 12.7 & 7.62mm machine guns.The lead protestor had a rapid discussion with the lead policeman, bowing and begging for this situation to be resolved peacefully. The countdown reached eight when the officer indicated his acquiescence. The mob didn't surge forward victoriously. Julia slapped the turret to get the Kazak's attention."You don't need to fire.""I understand that," the man acknowledged. It wasn't over though. Another protestor, a woman, waved for the Kazak's attention. Since she wasn't alone in doing so, the man hadn't noticed her. What she was saying did get Julia's attention."She is saying that tanks are on the way!" she shouted at the man in the copula."Which direction?" he inquired. Julia confirmed the information relayed by the girl, who double checked with the person on the other end of her phone, worked out the terrain in her head, then drew a quick map on her palm."They are coming up the road one block up. They are heading north toward us.""Clear out the crowd," he responded evenly. He once more ordered his unit to action. One of the Tigr's raced forward and disgorged its men close to the next corner then the vehicle withdrew."What do you plan to do?" she asked."Do what I came here to do, kill the enemy.""But they have tanks.""Fortunately I have things that kill tanks," he grinned."Do you mind if I stick around?""It is your life," he shrugged. The BMP moved forward to the point where, with its barrel turned sideways, the vehicle was just short of exposing itself. He was busy talking to someone else.Seconds later, one of the Khanate soldiers at the corner launched a grenade up the street, then two others opened fire with their assault rifles. They ducked back around the corner right as a larger caliber machine gun chewed up the wall as well as the street in front of her. Two other soldiers fired off flares into the sky."You might want to get down," the Kazak advised her. Julia nodded, jumped off and ran to the corner to join the other troopers. She edged around the corner, leading with her camcorder. Sure enough, up the street was an honest-to-God tank, with others behind it. One of the foot-bound Kazaks was busy shouting at the others. Once more, a soldier fired a grenade at the tank, to no visible effect. This time he apparently got the response the Kazaks wanted.The tank's big gun fired. One of the troopers, mindful of Julia, grabbed her as they propelled themselves to the ground. The world exploded. Julia was doing a quick check of her well-being when she heard the BMP race forward, barrel turned perpendicular down the street and then it fired. Julia barely caught it all on her camera. The IFV had fired an anti-tank missile out of its main gun. The oncoming tank was a Ukrainian made T-84 Oplot.It exploded; the turret flying away in a curtain of flame. This time it was the blast that blew Julia to the ground. A Kazak soldier hefted her up and pulled her to safety. He was truly pissed when she dodged back into the danger zone to retrieve her camcorder. She sighed happily when she found it undamaged. The BMP rolled back behind cover."Get down," the Kazak ground pounder growled. "It is about to get a whole lot worse.""How?" she looked at him."Well, now that we have stopped the column from moving," he grinned like a maniac. That wasn't much of an answer. Then she noted all the Kazaks clutching at the concrete sidewalks. She did likewise. Seconds later, she heard the jets. 'Oh God', she gulped. She'd seen more than her fair share of airstrikes. She had never been this close to one.Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the Thai crowd moving closer."Get down," she screamed in Thai. "Get Down!"Others repeated her warning and the crowed went down to their knees. Then came the thunder. Julia could barely make out the whoosh of missiles before the detonating rockets and missiles shook her world.A stubby-winged jet raced past her vision. The pilot had gotten so damn close to the building tops she could make out every feature of his aircraft. This level of caution where civilians were concerned was surprisingly unlike the Khanate. She tried to stand, but the soldier next to her had wrapped an arm around her."They come in twos," he cautioned her.Sure enough another series of explosions rocked her surroundings. No sooner had she gotten to her feet, the Kazak commander shouted,"They are coming around for another pass, then we go!"A series of passes followed with the jets using auto-cannons on whomever was left out there.Julia pushed away from her guardian and rushed up to the BMP officer."Wait," she called to him. Stunningly, he waited, looking at her. "Let the crowd save the survivors. This is their struggle too.""If the soldiers fire on them there will be little I can do," he responded."Give them a chance."Against all her expectations, he did. The crowd moved to discover the carnage visited on their oppressors, and fellow countrymen.  It was H-hour plus eight. The Thai tank commander was close to the end of his rope. He'd been fighting since sunrise. Defend, attack, withdraw to a defensive position then wait for the order to counterattack. His platoon had dwindled down to his sole surviving tank. His company no longer acted as a separate entity. Now his battalion, barely a company in strength, operated as a fire brigade, shoring up his beleaguered battle group.The last attack, backed by air power, had shattered his unit. He fell back, literally backing into a second story building to avoid the ever-present Alliance attack helicopters. From his vantage point he could see a column of armored vehicles rolling down Highway 11. He was debating which one he would fire on first when he noticed a jeep coming his way. Onboard were three Thai soldiers, rebels.The jeep rolled right up to his hiding spot. The man in the back dismounted and he walked right up to the tank."Can we talk?" the man inquired. The tank commander kept him covered with this machine gun."What do you have to say, traitor?" he barked."I come to request,""We will not surrender," he growled."We are not asking you to surrender," the man corrected him. "We are asking you to let the war pass you by.""Why should I?""If you fight, you will be destroyed. The Thai army will need to rebuild when this is over and we must be strong. If you throw your life away, we will all be weaker."The tank commander had to think that over. If he began firing on that armored column he would be striking a mighty blow for his country. He would also be sentencing him and his men to death."There will be no surrender?""No sir," the man insisted.The rebel soldier made some sense. The Thai military would have to rebuild when this catastrophe was over. He and his men had done their part."We will stay here for a while," the tank commander informed the rebel."Very well," the soldier bowed. He remounted his jeep and drove away."We are going to stay here a while," he addressed his crewmen. "Get a bite to eat and a drink of water."His men hesitated for a moment."Now, while we have the chance."The men hopped to. They had their orders. They would worry about the morality of their actions later.  It was H-hour plus nine. The men in the Royal Thai Army's high command were finally getting ahold of the big picture. The good news was the Third Army's offensive was grinding to a halt along a line stretching along Highway 1 from Tham Pet Tham Tong Forest in the east to Chai Nat on the Chao Praya River in the west. It was accepted as fact that the 3rd Cavalry and 11th Infantry divisions could hold the line.West of the Chao Praya was a chaotic mess of small garrisons involved in raids and counter-raids. It was deemed unlikely the Alliance forces could push forward any further in that direction either. It also meant that they couldn't pull units from that region to reinforce any of their other trouble points and they had a few.That was most of the good news.Another piece of good news was the1st Army's 2nd Infantry Division had stopped the invasion force they were facing only a few kilometers over the frontier in the area of Watthana Nakhon District. As soon as they had gathered the majority of the division together, they would be mounting a counter-offensive with the intention of overwhelming that force and destroying it.After that, it only got worse.In the area of the 2nd Army, the 3rd Infantry Division and the 2nd Cavalry Division had virtually ceased to exist as cohesive forces. Two battalions of the 3rd Division were retreating south into the 6th Division's area. The 2nd Cavalry division had been reduced pre-battle to one mechanized regiment. That regiment was gone and with it, the supply routes for the 2nd Royal Thai Army.Inside that zone, the 6th Infantry Division still existed, but it was in a world of trouble. They had lost control of Highway 24, their primary supply/evacuation route, and were relentlessly being driven out of Ubon Ratchathani. Even with the slowly arriving battalions of the 3rd Division, the 6th could barely muster two combat-effective regiments and those were running short of fuel and ammunition. The 6th had become a static force, too large to be overwhelmed, too immobile to press the enemy out, or save themselves from a slow strangulation. Had they their assigned tank battalion, but they didn't.The 1st Army's 9th Division was in the worst shape. They had gathered into one elliptical shaped perimeter centered on Chanthaburi and were down to four battalions and two tanks. Technically, they had another battalion, except the 1st Army command had ordered that into Bangkok to aid in suppressing the rebel movement. The 9th Division was surrounded, under attack from the land, sea (the Indian Navy had joined the fight) and air. Their commanding general expected to be wiped out before sunset.And Bangkok?It was turning into a typhoon scale disaster. They had finally determined that there were eight small Khanate platoons roaming the city, seemingly at will. The 1st Division had finally located and destroyed one of those, along with a dozen protestors who chose to fight by their side. The others were still at large and causing trouble.That wasn't the worst of it though. The plan had been to pacify outlying neighborhoods and work their way in to the worst areas. That had started out effectively, then suddenly they had lost the northwestern and southeastern sectors. In the northwest, there were Karin fighters killing, or capturing police and paramilitary strongpoints.In the southeast, it was much worse. Unknown armored troops from the 9th Division's rear area had come seeping in along the riverfront. They seemed to be everywhere at once, surprising roadblocks and checkpoints then ambushing the forces sent to restore order. They were a cancer pushing into a city already short on reserves.There were public displays of defiance going out over the international news, surgical air strikes and a growing sense among the rank and file 'Guardians of the Public Order' that they were on the losing side. There were reports of police turning their backs on the unrest, directing traffic and arresting petty criminals instead.The Royal Thai Army in Bangkok still had over 50,000 men under its command. They were sure they were facing less than a thousand hardcore militants, yet they were losing control of the streets. Part of that was caused by the military being tied down to certain strategic areas they had to hold. They had to protect over a dozen buildings and, as they had painfully learned, a platoon wouldn't do.The Government House had been temporarily overrun and Parliament had been shelled. Channel 3 had been hijacked and the forces sent to take it back had been subject to intense helicopter attacks and driven back. They'd killed two such craft, but that only seemed to make the Alliance troops angrier. This was what a death by a thousand cuts felt like. This was worse than bad, because it looked bad on media going out all over the world.  It was H-hour plus twelve. The commander of the MARCOS had finally taken the time to eat. He was in the Maleenont Towers section of Khlong Toei, Bangkok. It had been his masterstroke, seizing the Channel 3 station. He wasn't sure who the eight shady characters who showed up with the VIPs were and he didn't really care. What did matter was while the VIP's fought like wildcats in private they were putting on a unified front while on TV.One of the VIPs was the former civilian Prime Minister of Thailand. The other guys seemed to hate her guts, but were willing to work with her to overthrow the generals. What he did care about was the nearly five hundred men under his command plus a dozen helicopters and jets somewhere above, waiting to swoop in and help when the next government attack materialized.He had to give them this much, the police forces had guts, not a lot of brains, but plenty of guts. Their counter-terrorism unit had known their stuff, but they didn't have any effective anti-tank weapons and he had a half dozen tanks. Whenever the army got feisty, he called up 'Shiva's Fist' ~ his men's joking reference to the Khanate air support. Those bastards not only killed you, they came back around and killed your corpse too.He got a call from the perimeter. Some of those Karin fighters had crossed half the city to join them. The Indian officer had thought that part of the Khanate plan was utter madness, yet here they were, shooting up the place in a manner only highly experienced insurgents could. Those guys didn't even want to hang around. They were asking for more ammo. The locals were giving them all the food and water they needed.At nine, once it was truly dark, the Khanate was promising to drop off a few tons of whatever they need plus some more medivac units. He was down nine men dead and twenty-seven wounded badly enough they need to be removed. The Khanate had lost four times as many. All in all, the overthrow of a military regime was turning out to not be as difficult as he thought it would be. He was waiting to be surprised.  It was H-hour plus fifteen. The fighting had died down and now the main activity was the Thai civic authorities fighting the fires burning in Saraburi. The Khanate Commander of 1000 looked over his shoulder at the burning city. It hadn't been much of a fight, mainly a few rear echelon forces from the Royal Thai 2nd Army and some paramilitaries.He wasn't in the town. The majority of his troopers had already rolled down to the junction of Highways 1 and 33. He had communication with other elements farther west on Highway 32 at Ang Thong and to the northwest at the junction of Highways 1 and 32. The offensive operations was essentially over for his command. That was just as well. He was running low on petrol. He still had plenty of ammunition though.They were sitting on the lifeline for the 1st Army's 3rd Cavalry and 11th Division to the north and the 2nd Division to the east. The 6th Division was too far in his rear to matter and the 9th Division was facing annihilation along the coast. It was very dark now, but the air force was still active. Some pilots were flying their sixteenth mission of the day.For most of the day, the Khanate Air Force had concentrated on his axis of advance and the battle in Bangkok. The Vietnamese Air Force had concentrated on the hapless 9th Division. In reality, the Alliance was almost at the end of its tether.His combined Laos and Far North Task Forces were spent. The North and Cambodian Task Forces had the 6th Division pinned down. The South Task Force had done the same with the 9th. Only the Central Task Force facing the 2nd Division appeared to be in serious trouble.None of those formations were actually near defeat, though many of them wouldn't realize that until morning. Only the 3rd Army's two task force had consisted of more than 5,000 hastily gathered troops and most of those were Cambodians, Laotians and Vietnamese. To that the Khanate had added 50 mobile Zuuns spread over ten task forces and another 50 airmobile, parachute and airlifted units ~ less than ten thousand men and women spread over all fronts.The cold, hard reality for him was that not a single loyalist Thai unit had been destroyed. The 3rd and 9th infantry divisions has been battered, that was true. The majority of their mobile forces, the 2nd and 3rd cavalry divisions, still existed as a potent force. The 11th and 2nd infantry divisions were also out there, but they were all cut off from the capital. And in this elegant global play, the one theater that mattered was Bangkok.In the morning, if they came for him, the loyalist Thai's were going to discover that offense was a lot more painful that defense. Only the 2nd Division bothered him. The forces to the north were too heavily engaged with the rebel Thai 3rd Army to dispatch more than a battalion his way and he would gobble up a battalion.It would be too much to ask the battered Alliance Center Task Force to keep the 2nd Division occupied. From what he had heard, they were on the verge of disintegration after a powerful Loyalist counterattack. He did have patrols on the 304 and 359 Roads in case their commander got creative. What those few men lacked in vehicles, they would compensate for with air power.The Khanate Air Force was a 24/7, all-weather operation. They had lost 40 aircraft to enemy action and a further forty to mechanical malfunction. Losses in helicopters was also high. But there were still enough of both to get the job done. Now all he had to do was wait for the Americans to arrive.  It was H-hour plus seventeen.There were only three major acts left in this macabre play before the eyes of the world. A squadron of 12 Tu-22M bombers found two of the 2nd Division's regiments sneaking to the west. The Thais had done this with as much secrecy as they could. Unfortunately, their move was one of only two option left to the Loyalist Royal Thai Army.Option One, the most likely one, had the 2nd Division attacking the Khanate troops south of Saraburi. It would not only give the 2nd Division freedom of movement, it would establish supply lines to the divisions currently holding the rebel Thai Third Army at bay. It was the predictable choice.The Khanate U A V were out there, scouting for them and when they spotted the three columns using the backroads to approach their attack positions, they relayed that information to a not-so-distant A-50E/I. The squadron of waiting bombers had incredible endurance and had been circling the suspected target area for three hours. They broke up into groups of six then into groups of two. The first two lined up on their targets then unleashed their lethal cargo.Each plane dropped sixty-nine 250 kg bombs. That was138 bombs with a combined explosive power of 75,900 lbs. spread out over three-quarters of a mile. The A-50 assessed the damage for 7 minutes before sending the second set of two in. Another 138 bombs. Another 75,900 lbs. of death. The third group wouldn't be needed. In ten minutes the fighting power of the 2nd Royal Thai Infantry Division had evaporated.Option Two? That called for the 1st Infantry Division, with her added units, to sally forth from Bangkok and rescue the trapped elements of their other divisions. That would have entailed abandoning large areas of the capital to the protestors and the tiny groups of invaders that were helping them. No one thought they would do that and they were right. Had they been wrong, there was another squadron of bombers waiting for them.  It was H-hour plus nineteen. The Thai Phon Thahan-turned-Sip Tho looked out into the darkness. Four hours ago he was anticipating crossing the Cambodian border and burning down their town for a change. Now, now it was wait-and-see. The majority of the division had withdrawn for a long night march to the west. From what he had gathered, the 2nd Army had been pummeled and it was once again the time for the 2nd Division to save the day.He spotted movement in front of him. He glanced over to his 'sniper', a Thahan Phran who was the best shot in his unit and had a taste for the task. The man had the target in his sights."I come to parlay," the voice in the darkness shouted in less than perfect Thai. The Thai soldier had to think what that meant. His instinct was to shoot the man. His training taught him to not make choices above his pay grade."Advance. Don't do anything stupid," he called out. To the man next to him he whispered, "Go get the Captain." The man slunk away. No one alive in the unit stood up to do anything. You even pissed crouched down. The man coming toward him was a Cambodian. It was evident in both his gear and accent. "What do you want?""We want a truce," the man replied. He remained very erect, his hands in the air and only made slow, careful movements."I should shoot you," he growled."That would be unfortunate for both of us. I would, of course, be dead, and my allies would open up with our artillery."The conversation was truncated by the captain's arrival. They went through much of the same routine, absent the 'I should kill you part' and the counter-threat. The captain turned to the Thai soldier."Blindfold and bind this man's hands then take him to the Phan Ek (Colonel). Let him figure this out."Without the soldier saying anything the Captain added, "This could be a ruse. I must stay here. Hurry."He nodded, took a shirt from one of the civilian volunteers, cut it into strips then blindfolded and bound the man."If you so much as sneeze, I'll put a bullet in your head," he warned the man."I understand," the Cambodian replied. The soldier took the Cambodian one block behind the lines, spun the man around several times, then led him toward the command bunker. He spun him around twice more before making his final approach. A wounded junior officer met him at the entrance."Come on," he took custody of the man. Having nothing else to do and not having been ordered to release the prisoner, the soldier followed along.The Regimental Commander had the man un-blindfolded. His hands remained bound."What do your masters want?" the Major snapped."They want a truce," the Cambodian blinked in the sudden bright light."You invaded us without a declaration of war. That makes you criminals, not combatants.""We attacked at the request of the legitimate authority in Thailand, the Commanding General of the Royal Thai Third Army.""Those men are rebels and you will not refer to them as anything but," the Phan Ek insisted."Very well. My Commander wishes to let you know that our mobile hospital has arrived. We wish to exchange prisoners and place our facilities at your disposal as well.""The Royal Thai army will be there soon enough," the Major glowered."Unlikely. Our Khanate allies have informed us that most of your division was destroyed on the road. You have one battered regiment and a handful of tanks. You are not going anywhere."The soldier wanted to slap the smug smile off the man's face."I do not have the authority to hand over prisoners until their status as POWs or criminals has been established," the senior officer countered."If you consider our men criminals, we will treat your men like traitors.""Are you threatening me?""Yes. A fact you should be aware of is that the Khanate has been flying in reinforcements since noon and we have five more armored, mechanized and artillery Zuuns to attack with. Come sunrise, we will be coming at you again unless we have a truce.""Now you are threatening us again," the Phan Ek pointed out."I am explaining the realities of your situation, nothing more," the Cambodian countered. "Our task force commander believes that further violence will be futile. You have done your job and we have done ours.""And your job was to keep us occupied so you could rape and pillage other parts of our country?""No sir. The Alliance forces have been operating under very strict guidelines. The Thai people are our allies and we are a liberating force," the Cambodian replied."You consider this town 'liberated'? You've destroyed it," the Phan Ek noted."It was unfortunate that you chose to fight us here."The Colonel studied the man silently for thirty seconds."I will agree to a two hour truce. That should allow me to contact my superiors for further clarification on my mission. We will hand over any critically injured 'invaders'. You will return any POW's you are holding in exchange.""Agreed," the Cambodian immediately responded."Just like that? It is really within your authority to make such a deal?""As I said earlier Phan Ek, we believe the fighting is over. We don't need your captured men. We would like to see as many as our comrades live as possible. No matter what your commanders say, the fact remains that if you come out of these ruins, you will be slaughtered. You know that. I know that. Peace is the only avenue that leads to any level of success. Today, today, both our forces did what our commanders told us to do. The dying should stop.""Go. The truce will take effect in, fifteen minutes ~ 12:12 am. We will transfer prisoners and wounded at your point of entry. We will both give a warning whistle fifteen, ten, five and one minute before the truce ends at 2:12 am. Do you understand?"The Cambodian repeated the terms of the truce. He was bound up then sent back with the Sip Tho."Do you really think this is the end of the fighting," he asked his blind captive."On the lives of my children I hope so," the man sighed. "I led 88 men into battle this morning and now I'm down to 46 effectives. I have lost too many already for a battle that wasn't in my nation's best interest. I am tired of the killing.""Me too," the Thai said a moment later. After he delivered him to the Captain on the front lines, the man was unbound."Good luck," he found himself saying."Good luck for both of us," the Cambodian gave a weary smile. "May we not meet again.""If I see you again, I will kill you.""I feel the same way," the man chuckled. "We are both soldiers doing what more powerful men have commanded us to do. I don't know about you, but I have had enough." Several Thai soldiers nodded. They had driven the enemy off Thai soil. Continuing the fight didn't seem to have much of a point.  

The Lieutenant Governor is offering 19-25 year olds the chance to immerse themselves in the work of Government House for a day. Participants will experience the breadth of Sir John Lorimer's work, typically through meetings, visits to Island events, and the day-to-day work of the Government House team. On Perspective this week we hear from Sir John, and his first guest Emily Bridson. So, what has the Lieutenant Governor ever done for us? Apart from wearing a fancy hat and sitting on Tynwald Hill once a year … acting as a conduit between the King, Tynwald and the Isle of Man Government, …. hosting dignitaries and the royal family when they visit, … and bringing a range of people together at events at government house …. opening events buildings that sort of thing …

H hears about how you can get involved with an outdoor performance of "Midsummer Night's Dream" being staged in the grounds of Government House, speaks to the Manx Bard about poetry under the moon and the artist behind the stamps celebrating the Chinese Year of the Snake talks about her artwork.

Liberal leadership candidate Karina Gould was elected as the member of Parliament for Burlington in 2015 at the age of 28, but it didn't take long before she ended up in cabinet. In fact she was the youngest ever woman named to cabinet and the first ever active minister to take maternity leave.Gould has played a number of roles for the Liberal's during their decade in government… including Minister of Democratic Institutions, Minister for International Development, followed by Minister of Families, Children and Social Development, all before becoming the Government House leader.Today, Gould makes her case why should lead the Liberal party, and if she wins, fight the next election.For transcripts of Front Burner, please visit: https://www.cbc.ca/radio/frontburner/transcripts

Government House is open to the public tomorrow Australia Day for a free funand family day from 12 noon to 6pm - the Royal Automobile Club displaying acollection of rare vintage and classic cars. So please come and join us on thisspecial day and enjoy a self-guided tour of the house and the magnificentgardens leading down to Sydney Harbour. Bring a picnic lunch or supportNormanhurst Boy Scouts sausage sizzle. Importantly, arriving at noon after anepic drive from London in a 1925 Bean tourer is Daily Telegraph CartoonistWarren Brown and Editor at Large Matthew Benns – the duo in the final stages ofre-enacting the 26,000km odyssey by adventurer Francis Birtles in 1927 in asimilar model Bean. N.S.W Premier Chris Minns will be greeting the somewhatweather-beaten pair on their arrival at Government House after the drive downfrom Darwin. I’m David BerthonSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Part 1 - Neville James is joined by Devin Carrington and Dwayne Henry for some Bush Tea talk. Officials and educators celebrated the unveiling of the Virgin Islands-centric Civics student edition textbook on Saturday afternoon at Government House on St. Croix.

Dr. William Anderson Gittens, D.D., is not your typical individual, according to Philip Hackett. In addition to being incredibly gifted and informed in many other fields, his interactions with coworkers and people in general are frequently appreciated. He is also a great illustration of the concept of lifelong learning. His research studies and media productions still have a big impact on education today. Dr. William Anderson Gittens, D.D., talks about how he succeeded in a town where academic performance was the primary societal expectation for young people. Success, according to his contemporary Rupert Greene, is more influenced by one's own experiences and community knowledge than by the school one attended. Mr. Greene urges Barbados' schools, especially the more recent secondary institutions like Parkinsons, St. Leonards, and Ellerslies, to share their sources of motivation and inspiration for learning. Mr. Greene stresses the value of individual development and the idea that boys will be boys. He also talks on how important it is to visit schools like Parkinson's. Mr. Greene claims that those who grew up on Martinique Road in Saint Michael, Barbados, value Dr. William Anderson Gittens' testimony and his accomplishment as a Doctor of Divinity is well-deserved. Last but not least, the following establishments are located close to Martinique Road: Barbados Community College, Belmont Manse, Belmont Methodist Church,Belmont Primary School,Carrington Wesleyan Holiness Church,Charles F. Broome Primary,Government Hill Nursery,Government Hill Sabbath Day Adventist,Happy Vale Montessori School Barbados, Hill Top Preparatory School (Barbados), Israel Lovell Foundation, National Sports Council, Saint Giles Primary School, Springer Memorial School, The State House (formerly Government House), Welches Post Office, Communities including Blenheim, Carrington Village,Government Hill, Licorish Village, My Lord's Hill,The Ivy,  encircle it.Dr. William Anderson Gittens, D.DWORKS CITEDA_MEMOIR_OF_Dr_William_Anderson_Gittens_D_D_2024_ISBNISBN978_976_97385_0_8Academic.edu. Chief of Audio Visual Aids Officer Mr. Michael Owen Chief of Audio Visual Aids Officer Mr. Selwyn Belle Commissioner of Police Mr. Orville Durant Dr. William Anderson Gittens, D.D En.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifelong_learning Hackett Philip Media Resource Development Officer Holder, B,Anthony Episcopal Priest,https://brainly.com/question/36353773https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifelong_learning#cite_note-19https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifelong_learning#cite_note-:2-18https://independent.academia.edu/WilliamGittens/Bookshttps://scholar.google.com/scholar?hl=en&as_sdt=0%2C5&q=william+anderSupport the showCultural Factors Influence Academic Achievements© 2024 ISBN978-976-97385-7-7 A_MEMOIR_OF_Dr_William_Anderson_Gittens_D_D_2024_ISBNISBN978_976_97385_0_8 Academic.edu. Chief of Audio Visual Aids Officer Mr. Michael Owen Chief of Audio Visual Aids Officer Mr. Selwyn Belle Commissioner of Police Mr. Orville Durant Dr. William Anderson Gittens, D.D En.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifelong_learning Hackett Philip Media Resource Development Officer Holder, B,Anthony Episcopal Priest, https://brainly.com/question/36353773 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifelong_learning#cite_note-19 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lifelong_learning#cite_note-:2-18 https://independent.academia.edu/WilliamGittens/Books https://scholar.google.com/scholar?hl=en&as_sdt=0%2C5&q=william+anderson+gittens+barbados&oq=william+anderson+gittens https://www.academia.edu/123754463/ https://www.buzzsprout.com/429292/episodes. https://www.youtube.com/@williamandersongittens1714. Mr.Greene, Rupert

Premier David Eby reveals his new cabinet this afternoon, having pledged that their focus will be on the issues British Columbians are "thinking about around the kitchen table." CBC's Provincial Affairs Reporter Katie DeRosa joins us from Government House in Victoria, and Hamish Telford, University of the Fraser Valley political science associate professor joins us to discuss.Dr. Melissa Lem from UBC's faculty of medicine joins us to answer your questions about the H5N1 strain of avian flu, after public health officials reported earlier this month that a B.C. teenager is ill with the first domestically acquired human H5N1 case.

In episode #34 of Spotlight on Tassie, Kaz chats with young local author, Elena Timms, about the upcoming release of her first novel, The King's Beekeeper, and how her own experiences influenced her writing. Kiah Wicks from 7 Tasmania News joins the team, speaking with Paula Gordon-Smith, President of Longford Blooms, about their 11th annual Open Garden Festival and Rare Plant Fair this month. Plus, Kaz and Tubes pay a visit to Government House for their 2024 Open Day, hearing from Executive Butler Leigh Millington, Building Assets & Heritage Manager Alan Wiltshire, Garden Managers Tara Edmondson and Dean Cornish, as well as  Lachlan McWilliams, Jackie Lowe and Sonya Mangazin from the kitchen, about everything that goes into maintaining the house.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Margaret Poole from Friends of Gough Ghost Tour takes John on a historic ghost tour of Old Government House in Parramatta. Ghost tours are held at Old Government House on the 3rd Friday of every month, you can book a tour here Listen to John Stanley live on air from 8pm Monday to Friday on 2GB/4BCSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Caterina Ligato The Australian Ghost Whisperer joins John at the Old Government House in Parramatta to tell him about the spirits that are currently inhabiting the building. Listen to John Stanley live on air from 8pm, Monday to Friday on 2GB/4BCSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Captain of the Tasmania JackJumpers, Clint Steindl, recaps the Jackies' win against the Brisbane Bullets, sharing how the team celebrates after a win. Alex Melitsis from the Bureau of Meteorology previews the week of weather ahead, assuring Tubes the rain will stay away for the WBBL at Ninja Stadium this afternoon. Salliann Beams, Cricket Tasmania General Manager of High Performance, details how the Hobart Hurricanes are feeling ahead of their first match of the WBBL|10 season. Plus, Her Excellency the Honourable Barbara Baker, Governor of Tasmania, tells Kaz and Tubes all about the Government House 2024 Open Day this Sunday.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A timely reminder, an important one too, for me last night. I'm in Wellington, flew into the schmozzle storm yesterday for an event. It's easily one of the most beautiful cities in New Zealand, is it not? Can we all agree on that? With the hills jutting out of the harbour, all of the bush surrounding it. It is stunning and the weather was good, so that helped. It was absolutely beautiful flying in, and then you land and there's the road cones, and there's the Uber driver not happy, and the mayor's in meltdown, and the government's taking over, and the council is all over the place. Shambles, schmozzle, all that stuff. But then this event last night featured and honoured a couple of Wellington business people. Among them was Brian McGuinness, whose family have either built or refurbished basically half of Wellington – including Government House, which I found fascinating. Doug Hauraki was a name you will know, he was on there as well. Great Wellingtonian. Many were honoured there, but the speeches particularly got me last night, got me right in the guts. These are guys who have seen it all – Wellington at its best, Wellington at its absolute worst. When it's the crown, the jewel, when it's the butt of our jokes. And their message essentially was politics is temporary. Like any city, the real pulse, the Real Engine Room is private enterprise. Always has been, always will be. And there was a tech guru, John Daniel Trask, who spoke last night, he said we shouldn't always look to the Council, to the Government, to fix our problems or to make things better because for the most part, we can actually do it on our own, we can solve problems on our own. Sure, there are some issues that only government and council can look after that only government and council have a purview over, but for most things, we can actually do it ourselves. And so that is true of Wellington, Wellington is no exception. Wellington will come back, and probably doesn't help that people like me sit in front of microphones in Auckland and bleat about the place. But you know, it's fun from a distance, quite different up close. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In episode #30 of Spotlight on Tassie, Tubes hears from local author Robbie Arnott about his new book, Dusk, and his love for the Tasmanian landscape. Kaz chats with A Tasmanian Lifeline Call Centre Manager, Ben Fisher, for Mental Health Week, finding out the difference between A Tasmanian Lifeline and the 13 11 14 crisis support line. Plus, after captaining the Tasmania Devils in a Battle of the Codes bowls match at Government House, Tubes speaks with Tom Darke from Clubs Tasmania, Walter Brown from the Tasmania JackJumpers, Sarah McCambridge from Hockey Tas, as well as Mitch Owen and Caleb Jewell from the Hobart Hurricanes.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Bloc Québécois is demanding clarity by next week on whether its Old Age Security bill will be pushed forward by the Liberal government. Power & Politics asks Government House leader Karina Gould about talks between the two parties. Plus, Saskatchewan and New Brunswick prepare for provincial elections this month. P&P has the latest.

Power & Politics asks deputy Bloc Québécois leader Christine Normandin about her party's threat to push for an early election if the government doesn't top up pensions by Oct. 29. Then, we ask Government House leader Karina Gould whether the Liberals will meet these demands. 

How are we so lucky to have such a prestigious award winner call in and regale us of his visit to Government House. In true Hamish Blake fashion, the man missed the part where it was an extremely formal event and may have underdressed...you'll get them next time Ham. Also Wippa got attend as emotional support and got something for all his effort, in a non-condescending of course!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The vegetable gardens at Tasmania's Government House helping supply the community

Sept. 16, 2024 - Parliamentarians returned to the House of Commons today for the fall sitting. The minority Liberal government no longer has the support of the NDP after the termination of the supply-and-confidence deal, a shift that could open the door for an early election. P&P hears from Government House leader Karina Gould about the new dynamics of the House. Plus, NDP House leader Peter Julian and Bloc Quebecois heritage critic Martin Champoux discuss where their parties stand on supporting the Liberal government in a non-confidence vote. And we keep an eye on two key federal byelections happening tonight in Montreal and Winnipeg.

 Guess who was at the King's Birthday investiture yesterday at Government House, along with the host of The Country. None other than the Rocket Man from Rocket Lab! The newly-minted Knight and futurist gives us a glimpse of what life could be like in 2050. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The host of The Country gives us the latest from the investiture ceremony at Government House.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The final Update of the week has good news from Onchan - we were live from the opening of a new function space. Also on the programme, more questions about why the Sea Terminal wasn't kept open for stranded passengers and how much does Government House cost to run?

Part #2: Host Neville James is joined by Louis "Lolo" Willis to reminisce on the loss of Ronald Alexander "Ronche" Charles, the brilliant basketball player who helped Magic Johnson win the NCAA college basketball national championship with Michigan State University in 1979. Charles died on Monday at the age of 65. At the Government House weekly press conference, Governor Albert Bryan, Jr., announced the death of Ron Charles, a St. Croix native. The gymnasium of Central High School in St. Croix is named after Ron Charles. Charles was born in St. Croix and has played professionally for several clubs, including the Chicago Bulls of the National Basketball Association. Charles, a 6'7" forward/center, played collegiate basketball for MSU from 1976 to 1980. Throughout his sophomore and junior years, Charles helped the Spartans win back-to-back Big Ten championships, led by future Hall of Famer Magic Johnson. He spent several years playing professionally with the Chicago Bulls, with stops in the Continental Basketball Association (CBA), Spain, Portugal, Italy, and France. He returned to the United States in 1989, settling in Atlanta.

After decades of being unsung World War II heroes in New Zealand, Pacific Island coastwatchers have finally been recognised. New Zealand's Governor-General Dame Cindy Kiro presented families of over 25 Pacific Islands coastwatchers - along with five Post and Telegraph Department coastwatchers with certificates to honour the sacrifice of their relations' service. The long-awaited ceremony in recognition of dozens of war-heroes took place at Government House in Wellington on Tuesday. Eleisha Foon was there.

China's Premier Li Qiang was in formal sitdown with Prime Minister Christopher Luxon at Government House this afternoon, where Mr Luxon acknowledged the two country's strong trading relationship, but there were more thorny matters to discuss too, Craig McCulloch reports.

China's Li Qiang received a big welcome at Government House in Wellington yesterday. He met the Prime Minister to mark ten years since the two countries established a Comprehensive Strategic Partnership. RNZ's political reporter Lillian Hanly provided a report and Otago University associate professor Nicholas Khoo spoke to Corin Dann.

The Prime Minister says he has discussed issues important to New Zealand's interests with China's Premier, Li Qiang. The pair held high-level talks this afternoon, following an official powhiri welcome to Government House. ZB senior political correspondent Barry Soper unpacked the fanfare surrounding this high-profile visit. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In 1925 during a charity ball at Perth's Government House, in front of hundreded of witnesses, Cyril Gidley was shot in the chest at point blank range and killed. The assailant was his 20 year old former fiance Audrey Jacob. It was one of the more dramatic trials which took place at Perth's Old Courthouse. What appeared to be an open and shut case became a legal and media sensation.

The deputy prime minister Winston Peters has had another crack at the media, derailing the start of the new Government's very first Cabinet meeting. It follows his unsubstantiated claims of bribery levelled at the media at Government House yesterday. Deputy political editor Craig McCulloch reports.

There's three little things I am enjoying about the new Government so far.  The first is the media imploding about the use of Māori language. Winston Peters didn't help with his claim at Government House yesterday that the media were bribed by the previous Government.  That is categorically not true. But a lot of what Winston says has the seeds of some sense about them.  What he is commenting on is the media's shocking performance around neutrality these past six years and especially the first three years and their lovefest over Jacinda Ardern.  The $55 million broadcasting fund he refers to did not buy favour. But it went into an industry that already favoured the people who gave them the money so you can see how those who want to see what they want to see, get to think Winston has a point.  The second is the tertiary fees deals. It hasn't got a lot of coverage, given a lot has happened.  But handing out a year for free at the end of the study was what we all collectively said when Labour, for reasons best known to themselves, decided to make it the first year.  “Next year's on me,” said Ardern. Do you remember that vacuous nonsense?  Most of us questioned why you would give it out year one when people get to try university for nothing, then walk away when it's not for them, leaving us stuck with the bill.  Why not make it an incentive? Six years on there's a touch of good, old common sense.  The third thing is wool.  Government departments must prioritise wool, which the Education Department didn't last year because they bought American and artificial to essentially save themselves money.  In a true centre-right Government the market would win, efficiency would win and cheap would win. But there are times in life you want the influence to pick winners.  New Zealand is about farming. It's about sheep and it's about wool. We have the best wool in the world.  Can it beat plastic when it comes to the price for flooring? No. But neither can Savile Row beat Marks & Spencer.    But, sometimes backing quality for quality's sake is worth the price and wool, like farmers, has had a hell of a time.  But merino has shown there is money to be made and Italy is interested, so the rest of the wool sector can be lifted by a Government backing something profoundly local and of the best quality.  See, it's only Tuesday and already things look brighter. And we haven't even had our first Cabinet meeting yet.   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The new Prime Minister says he intends to hit the ground running. Chris Luxon was officially sworn in at Government House this morning, alongside his ministerial colleagues. He says Cabinet will meet tomorrow and Wednesday in order to prepare the first 100 day action plan. ZB political editor Jason Walls says the next week will be focused on laying out their long-term and short-term political goals. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Christopher Luxon has scaled his Big Rock candy mountain and today the new National, Act and NZ First coalition has its ministers sworn in at Government House. Toby Manhire, Ben Thomas and Annabelle Lee-Mather rattle through the two coalition deals and ask: Who scored the big wins? Will there be further changes when the books are opened and a mini-budget published? What is the message to Māori? And what can we learn from the dynamics at play between Luxon, Winston Peters and David Seymour? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

New cabinet ministers are being sworn in by the Governor General at Government house. National leader Christopher Luxon was first and is now officially New Zealand's 42nd Prime Minister. RNZ's Deputy Political Editor Craig McCulloch with the latest.

Scott Sorensen and Aaron Woods find out how well they know each other, we cross to Gus Worland at Government House ahead of the NSW Australian of the Year Awards, the man who is reversing the age of his penis and Brad Haddin previews the Cricket World Cup.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The US is calling for a "proportionate" response from Israel as it takes action to defend its country from Hamas terrorists. But is that appropriate?; Israel agrees to form a national unity goverment as the war enters its 5th day; Plus, House Republicans nominate Steve Scalise to be Speaker. 

Today 'retired' farmer Steve Wyn-Harris talks to Jesse about getting Leptospirosis from sheep while doing lambing beats and his very formal investiture at Government House in Wellington

Government House in Sydney hosted the Annual Humanitarian Awards 2023 ceremony led by NSW Governor, Her Excellency Margaret Beazley AC KC.

Tomorrow folks from all over the world will tune in to watch the Coronation of King Charles III live from London, England. Later in the show, we'll hear from Lieutenant Governor Judy Foote about some of the official celebrations happening at Government House in downtown St. John's. But we also know lots of people will be having their own coronation celebrations at home. Complete with homemade spreads of royal coronation food. Suzanne Kendall lives in St. John's. She's got a full coronation menu planned for tomorrow.

Give us about fifteen minutes a day and we will give you all the local news, local sports, local weather, and local events you can handle.   SPONSORS: Many thanks to our sponsors... Annapolis Subaru, the SPCA of Anne Arundel County,  Solar Energy Services,  Hospice of the Chesapeake. and Alpha Engineering  Today... A tragic crash in South County claims one life. Angelo Harrod was sentenced to life in prison for killing Midshipman's mother. The City is getting ready for the St. Patrick's celebrations this weekend. We learned that the band Dublin 5 will be calling it quits. The final Winer Lecture Series is this Thursday at the Annapolis Maritime Museum & Park. Governor Moore kept a promise--there's a new puppy in Government House. And we played with four adoptable puppies at the Anne Arundel County SPCA on Friday when we did that hot mess of canines and Crosstreks-- they are love bugs-- and you really should go adopt one of them now. Ann Alsina from CovingtonAlsina is here with your Monday Money Report! And as usual, George from DCMDVA Weather is here with your local weather forecast! Please download their APP so you can keep on top of the local weather scene! The Eye On Annapolis Daily News Brief is produced every Monday through Friday at 6:00 am and available wherever you get your podcasts and also on our social media platforms--All Annapolis and Eye On Annapolis (FB) and @eyeonannapolis (TW) NOTE: For hearing impaired subscribers, a full transcript is available on Eye On Annapolis  

This week Sam brings the penultimate episode of the 1990 Dan Simmons book The Fall of Hyperion. Picking up where we left off last time, Severn takes a little meditation time to have visions of Meina Gladstone's war room where the TechnoCore has just the best idea to defeat the ousters: Herd all the Hegemony people to safety in the labyrinths then use a novel WMD they just happen to have to wipe out the ousters. While many of the FORCE leaders love this idea, Meina, and also Danielle, are not on board. Severn also sees the consul being rescued from brigands by his friend Theo Lane, which is the most interesting Danielle has found the Consul to be in quite some time. Severn comes too and is joined by Leigh Hunt who has come to take him to talk to Gladstone while Father Duré goes to God's Grove to talk to the Templars. Unfortunately, as Severn and Hunt step through the farcaster, they end up not in Government House, but in what Severn identifies as Earth, or its recreation, far from the web. Severn recognizes the area as Italy and he and Hunt are pushed towards Rome on the abandoned planet. Also, Severn develops an instant case of tuberculosis, because Keats. While Severn and Hunt conduct their slow trek to Rome, Meina and her generals observe the first invasion of Heaven's Gate, which ends in the planet being destroyed from orbit, so not a great start. Meanwhile, the Consul makes it back to his ship with the help of Melio Arundez, but instead of returning to Sol and Rachel, he is requested by Meina to liaise with the Ouster swarm in the Hyperion system to negotiate a ceasefire. Also, Kassad is fighting the Shrike and while not doing too badly, is definitely not winning. Back on God's Grove, Father Duré has a tête-à-tête with the True Voice of the Worldtree and the Bishop of the Church of Final Atonement. A lot of things are revealed in this conversation, and this is about the time where Danielle's brain just gives up trying to understand everything. While this section is definitely jam-packed with intrigue and complications, we do at least get a new pope. Unfortunately, said pope is not our two hosts, but maybe next time.

Jacinda Ardern farewelled a sea of supporters, staffers and MPs as she left Parliament and the top job today. Soon after, Chris Hipkins was formally sworn in as PM at a low key ceremony at Government House. In his words, "the baton of responsiblity" has been handed on. There was little time for celebration though, as new statistics show inflation continuing to bite. RNZ deputy political editor Craig McCulloch has the details.  

We look at some of the broadcasts delivered by Queen Elizabeth II including her first radio address to the children of the Commonwealth on 13 October 1940. Former BBC royal correspondent Jennie Bond looks back on the Queen's significant moments in front of a microphone. Pope Paul VI's first visit to Africa when he travelled to Uganda in 1969, and was hosted by an Ismaili Muslim family and the start of the Iran-Iraq war in September 1980. (Photo: Princess Elizabeth makes a broadcast from the gardens of Government House in Cape Town, South Africa, on her 21st birthday. Credit: BBC)