Konrad Kangru

Rural GP supervisor and loyal Bombers fan. Past-President RDAQ. Tweets my own opinion; RT not an endorsement

[NBA @NBA]

San Antonio wins the series, 4-3!

▪️ Wemby's 41/24 and Harper's 24 in 2OT G1
▪️ Wemby scores 33, SAS evens up series in G4
▪️ A full-team effort at home in G6 forces G7
▪️ Wemby's 22 and Champagnie's 20 leads San Antonio back to the NBA Finals for the first time since 2014!

The Spurs will face the Knicks in the 2026 NBA Finals starting Wednesday, June 3 at 8:30pm/et on ABC!

[Fusilier @firstfusilier]

@AlboMP Less than a year ago you were saying this. You’re a lying grub @AlboMP .

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@maham_2210 40

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@railmaps Hopefully the vast #MetroTunnel underground passages won't be covered in graffiti too soon, or become a haven for Melbourne's homeless population during a cold winter 🤞

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

Wasn't @JacintaAllanMP on @sunriseon7 this morning saying the CFA have never been better resourced, and that this is no time for misinformation? 🤷
Clearly she would know exactly what is happening across rural Victoria, right? 🤪

[katy 🌸 @KatyKray73]

A 29-year-old truck with no air conditioning for our volunteer firefighters? Premier Jacinta Allan, that's an absolute disgrace! Meanwhile, taxpayers forked out more than $230,000 including over $173,000 just on flights to send you and your staffers on a trip to China.

I know exactly where I'd rather see my taxes go! 😡😡

[Josh Frydenberg @JoshFrydenberg]

Reuven Morrison was murdered at Bondi.

The powerful words of his daughter Sheina Gutnick should be read by every Australian.

She speaks truth to power.

“My father is dead because those in power chose inaction.
And that stain will not wash off.
You are guilty.”

Her statement 👇

“My father was murdered.
In cold blood. Shot. For being Jewish.

He did not cower. He did not lay low. He sprang to action. To fight. He was a man bigger than life itself. No boundary was uncrossable. Impossible was not a word in his mind.

He put others before himself. It cost him his life. Ripped from his wife, daughter, son-in-law, and dear grandchildren. Leaving a gaping, heaving wound of sorrow.

His love reached far and wide. His impact on the world was quiet, but absolutely immense.
A philanthropist with a heart of gold, bigger than his chest.
A man with humour and wit.
A friend whose loyalty knew no bounds.

It is a surreal nightmare from the deepest, darkest depths of hell. A reality far too horrendous for any human mind to process.

Devoted to his faith. A loud and proud Jew. He fled the USSR to live as a Jew without fear.
To an Australia that welcomed him with open arms. Where he rekindled his faith. Where he built a family, a successful business, and became a quiet philanthropist.

A large man of immense kindness, who put the needs of others before his own. Who brought light into every life he touched.

And then.

Australia did not fail quietly.
It failed loudly, repeatedly, and with full knowledge. Its government watched hatred grow and chose to do nothing.
They minimised it. They excused it. They dismissed Jewish warnings as noise.
A black, monstrous tornado cloud of antisemitic hate rolled in. It marched on bridges. It waved green, black, and red flags. It called for death to the Jews.

This was not a shock.
This was not sudden.
This was not unpredictable.

Antisemitism was out in the open. Threats were real.
Fear was voiced again and again. And the government did nothing that mattered. Collectively, they abandoned us all, allowing antisemitism to fester.

A government that refuses to protect Jews after being warned does not get to claim innocence. A government that lets hate fester holds responsibility for the blood that follows. It has his blood on its hands. The blood of all the victims.

To those sheep who mindlessly reposted calls for intifada, you are guilty. To those who adorned themselves in keffiyehs and pro-Pal slogans, you are guilty.

My father was murdered because leaders were weak.
Because they were lazy.
Because they cared more about optics than lives.

Do not dare call this a lone act.
Do not dare speak of bad luck or bad timing.
This was the result of neglect and moral rot at the top.

Australia betrayed him.
Its government betrayed him.
They cleared the way.

My father is dead because those in power chose inaction.

And that stain will not wash off.
You are guilty.”

[ADVANCE @FairAusADV]

This is not about guns. This is about who we are letting into our country. This is about mass immigration.

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

Really disappointed your glowing appraisal of the #Munnel stations didn't include the most important one of them all.
The Airport link at Tullamarine.
Where are those pictures? 😅

[Tyler Hamilton @TylerJamilton]

Also the vibes on the opening day were incredible. Strangers all talking to each other and just celebrating infrastructure. It felt like a huge festival.

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

Who says Australians aren't efficient enough? 😉🏏 #Ashes

[Cricket Business HQ @cric_businessHQ]

🇦🇺 Cricket Australia is set to lose an estimated $3 million in ticket revenue from unused Day 3 & 4 after the 1st Test finished in just two days.

Day 3 was almost sold out in advance

Just last month, CA reported a net deficit of $11.34 million for the 2024–25 financial year.

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

Queensland GPs being actually backed by our State Govt to do the jobs we're good at...
No more need for @RACGP GPs to have adults with ADHD seeing psychiatrists for diagnosis or treatment #gp25

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

Here in Queensland we've not only got great weather and football dominance.
We've also got a State Govt which doesn't charge @RACGP GPs payroll tax, and is now letting us look after our adults with ADHD without the costs & barriers to diagnosis or treatment

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

Welcome Minister to #GP25 .
Our hesitancy on #BulkBilling isn't purely about finance. It's also about you showing respect to our profession, and showing the nation a great @RACGP Dr is worth valuing

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@MLB @Dodgers @budweiserusa We watched this live on @espn from Queensland, Australia and it's the first @MLB game my fiancee has ever seen.
Very hapoy to have every moment, every rule and every highlight on display for an epic #WorldSeries finale!
Congratulations @Dodgers , a well deserved title 👏

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@nonestlex Are they leaving Australia?
Or just Melbourne?

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@littlemykonos Sneezing also causes a momentary impairment to driving control. Is that illegal in NSW and Vic too?

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@essendonfc Football Governance is key @essendonfc business.
Pursuing quintuple or ESG targets is all well and good, but doesn't diminish that winning games of football is the key performance indicator for the entire organisation. 💪🏻🖤❤️
Every single employee needs to remember that

[Wallabies @wallabies]

FT | Hard earned 🔥

#Wallabies

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@QuadeCooper Settle down @QuadeCooper
Getting to 0-22 down is not part of the greatest performance ever.
If the self-belief from this effort means our next opening 30 minutes are better, then you can start talking about a new Golden Age of @wallabies rugby 🏉

[Konrad Kangru @WhitGP]

@essendonfc Surely on nights like this Chris must just pity Brad....
This isn't just injuries. @essendonfc really isn't an @AFL quality side this year.
#BringBackHird