I am a 5th generation Kiwi and semi-retired farmer. During my career I ran an internationally recognised Angus stud cattle breeding operation.

I am absolutely politically non-partisan but will lend my support to any party that challenges the global private banking cabals and the entrapment of Mainstreet.

I am not affiliated with any organised religion… my god is simply mother nature.

I studied financial management and economics at university level, but left without completing my degree. I was absolutely appalled at the quality of the lecturers and the complete lack of inspiration in the papers I was studying.

I decided I didn’t want to work in the financial industry, and left Uni completely disillusioned with academia. I never wanted to see another economics graph again in my entire life.

Neither did I want to listen to any more lecturers  who droned on seemingly with the sole intention of driving me out of both the lecture theatre and the very course itself.

I began my farming career in my early twenties and then spent my working  life in the obligatory debt trap and mostly far too busy to ask any of the questions about western “civilisation” that so desperately needed to be asked.

During the 1990s I realised that my paternal Grandfather was sitting on my shoulder and making his presence very hard to ignore. In reflection Pa, as we called him, was clearly the standout intellectual of our family.

He was also the visionary, the romantic, the bushman, the farmer, and the poet. He recognised the beauty and the potential around him, but more importantly, he foresaw the potential pitfalls of “progress” and recorded this in his poetry as both a prophecy and as a legacy for future generations.