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Frederick Walker Commandant of the Native Police by Paul Dillon

Frederick Walker Commandant of the Native Police by Paul Dillon | Format: Hardcover | Publisher: Connor Court Publishing | Category: Biography—Australian History.

This is the first and only complete biography of Frederick Walker, 1820 to 1866. Mr Walker’s life was one of isolation, hardship and rejection. As Commandant of the Native Police, he was the man who stood at the front line of Australian history with his true and trusty sable force and forged the northern pastoral frontier so settlers could depasture their livestock and prosper without let or hindrance from unfriendly natives who sought to mutilate and kill them and their stock. He was much abused in his day by the squatters for his careful and clement handling of Aborigines, ami des noirs. He is still much abused and neglected today by the modern followers of the black armband brigade. In the annals of the History War, he stands accused of many high crimes and misdemeanours against humanity and the aboriginal natives of Australia; all are gross slanders and monstrous calumnies. This treatise on his life and times is a complete defence to these infamous allegations, backed up with pages of original source material.

After to being driven from his command of the Native Police by petty minded squatters and disloyal officers, he took up the worthy profession of a run-hunter and opened up much grazing land in southern and central Queensland, in particular, Plant Downs. He was readily enlisted in the search for Burke and Wills, the forever lamentable tragedy of Australian heroism lost to the unforgiving outback. Frederick Walker’s final act was in the service of the State of Queensland in surveying a telegraph line from Townsville to Burketown for the purposes of an overseas telegraphic link to India. He now lies in a bush grave where he fell on the road to Floraville, Leichhardt River, Queensland. Walker was a bushman par excellence, an Aboriginal Whisperer beyond comparison and an explorer without equal.

AUTHOR: Paul Dillon lives in Townsville and holds a Bachelor of Arts (Asian Studies) degree from the Australian National University, a diploma of Law from the Supreme Court of New South Wales and was called to the Bar of New South Wales on 23 May 1986. He has practised as a Barrister at Law in the Criminal Division of the superior courts of Queensland at Townsville for twenty years as counsel for the accused. He retired from the Law in 2005.

The book may be purchased online from Connor Court Publishing, Brisbane.

connorcourtpublishing.com.au

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Labor MP, Emma Husar, Miss Goodie Two Shoes!

Labor MP, Emma Husar, Miss Goodie Two Shoes, sits in Parliament wearing a white ribbon (Prevent Men’s Violence Against Women) yet she has now been found to be a bully and abusive towards her office staff. What a humbug, what a hypocrite, a dumb broad from MeToo, give us a break. She should be tarred and feathered.

 

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Labor MP Emma Husar, poor little thing!

Folks, the story use to run as follows: little boys are made of slugs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails, while little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Now we’ve all heard of the ugly American, but what about the ugly feminist? You know the feminazi. Are you thinking the same thing I’m thinking? Clementine Ford, no not that faceache of a fruitcake; Labor MP Emma Husar. The wicked witch of the West, Dragon lady incorporated, pick up my dog shit or else cop it in  the Khyber Pass. Doo Dah, doo dah, doo dah all day long, wash my undies you snivelling dog of a wimp. I’m a single mother on $200k a year, think of all the sacrifices I’ve made for you, you catch-fart of a lackey, you office drudge. Where’s my dry cleaning, dogsbody?

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Kate Langbroek, who?

Folks, Kate Langbroek, I don’t get; she is neither smart nor funny. Yet there she sits bestride the media circus like some seasoned performer with a well loved routine and a punch line at the ready. Of course, she started off with Melbourne Community radio station Triple R, say no more, say no more. But there ya have it. However, what does that say for comedy in Australia? Nothing as far as I can see; it’s just a bunch of dumb broads talkin about their bodily functions, Wendy Hammer, Judith Lucy and Hannah Gadsby. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, and nothin else.

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Senator Sarah Hanson-Young!!!!

Senator Sarah Hanson-Young would be one of the most gutless politicians ever to grace the Senate. She shot her mouth off by accusing all men of being rapists in one of her ignorant rants. She is dumb as all shit. I don’t think there is a dumber broad in the Parliament than her. Now she drags her 11 year old daughter on national TV to make Mickey Mouse motherhood declarations about her mother’s probity, fairness and sincerity. When the daughter get bullied at school because she has a dumb arsed mother we’ll have to suffer another rant about bullies. Wake up Senator Sarah Hanson-Young and move back into the real world.

 

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Waleed Aly, what’s that?

Folks, Waleed Aly is at it again. Sudanese gangs he says, they don’t exist. He’s speakin the truth they say? Remember folks, Col. Jessup: You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honour, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said “thank you” and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post.

 

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Christie Whelan Browne says bum again!

Folks, I’d never heard of Christie Whelan Browne until the other day; now let’s start with her name, which sounds impressive and really should be written Whelan-Browne. Now there are several things to note about this nomenclature. She has kept her maiden name and joined it with her husband’s, so, to start with she’s got a double barrelled name which is always suss. Furthermore, this shows she’s a mad feminist, can’t acknowledge male hegemony. Then there is the name Browne spelt with an e. Now this is a marker, which in Ireland meant you were a Protestant. In other words, dumb Catholics spelt their name, Brown. Coupled with all of this, she is an actress who alleges that actor Craig McLachlan indecently assaulted her during a 2014 production of cult musical The Rocky Horror Show. The particulars are: he was kissing my bum. Dearie me! dearie me! What shall I do? Well she went to the newspapers not the police. Now she says people are rude to her and has been wrongly accused of being a gold-digger Jezebel. Ho-hum the beat goes on.

Then if anything grows, while you pose

I’ll oil you up and rub you down (down, down, down)

And thats just one small fraction, of the main attraction

You need a friendly hand, oh I need action

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Hanson-Young is a horse’s !!!!!

Well folks, put ya hand up if you’ve been watching the cat fight between Hanson-Young and David Leyonhjelm. Ok, I agree it’s a boor and a good example of polies arguing over nothing and wasting tax payer’s money but what do ya do with a dumb broad like Hanson-Young who is a virago, fishwife, fury, harpy, scold, shrew, termagant, vixen, harridan, battle-axe, Xanthippe, and a ballbreaker. Put her in a scupper and hose her down, Shave her legs with a rusty razor, Earl-eye in the morning, Earl-eye in the morning.

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Red Hen goes apeshit!

Folks, the Red Hen, America (Lexington, Va.) not to be confused with the Red Hen of Australia that Welsh rabbit, Julia Gillard, another ravin, fumin, smokin, dumb broad from the left of sanity, has escaped her pen and run amuck in the chitlin fields of middle America. If Sarah Huckabee Sanders had been a nice little black or ethnic okie from the underbelly of America where the sun never shines and everyone wears white shoes, then the shit of the do-gooders would have hit the fans of the righteous and the good Lord Almighty, would have laid a thousand doo-dahs! doo-dahs! De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole—Doo-dah! doo-dah! Can’t touch bottom wid a ten foot pole—Oh! doo-dah-day! Stephanie Wilkinson, co-owner of the Red Hen, is a horse’s arse!

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Katy Gallagher to stand again!

Katy Gallagher, a Labor dead beat, was thrown out of the Senate for breaching section 44 of Constitution. Now she’s back, without so much as a by your leave, spreading buttercups and daisies as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth; not a care in the world not an ounce of remorse for duping the Australian public. This country is overrun with pommy retreads.

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