Social Commentator

Morrison a disgrace to the Aborigine race!

Folks, Scott Morrison is in the shit again, he’s only hangin by his finger nails ya know, over Invasion Day, 26 January. He’s a big disgrace to the Aborigine race; he can’t ride a kangaroo (yeah, yeah) or make Kakadu stew. Claire Coleman, Ms Noongar, born in Perth away from her ancestral country, who has lived most of her life in Victoria and most of that in and around Melbourne, writing in the Guardian says 26 January, Invasion Day is Aborigine Day and you white fellows can go and get your own day, stuff you. Morrison has got it wrong – Aboriginal people, cannot and will not forget that date. Nor can they allow whites to celebrate it without resistance. Well folks, bully for Claire Coleman, Ms Noongar, but lets assume we, the whites, invaded Australia, which the High Court ruled we did not but simply settled, then didn’t we win the war? Football, meat pies, kangaroos and Holden cars; beauty Newk, throw another shrimp on the Barbie and tell us anothery dirty as buggery.

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Harper Nielsen child protégé!

Folks, what does a child’s behaviour say about its parents? Woof, woof I suppose. No seriously, here we have a child, 9 year old Harper Nielsen, waging the tail of the education system in Queensland over the National Anthem because Harper believes it doesn’t include Aborigines. Aborigine me, Aborigine you, We’re not just the people who eat kangaroo. Pauline Hanson says “Here we have a kid who’s been brainwashed and I tell you what, I’d give her a kick up the backside.” Really the question is this: What does it say about the current state of Australian society and culture? This kid is either a two minute wonder or pain in the arse for ever and a day.

This old man, he played brass,
He played knick-knack on my arse;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

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Adam Goodes wont go away!

Adam Goodes is a true whinger in the traditional meaning of the Australian word. He and his ilk have never had it so good. Goodes was duped into thinking he was unique, something special and that the country owed him a living and gratitude for his ring craft. Goodes’ crime was that he brought the game of AFL into disrepute by his on-field antics. Tall poppies don’t last long in the Australian sun. Only a dumb arsed reporter like Caroline Wilson could write such crap.

 

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Deborah Cheetham, the mouth!

Who in the hell is Deborah Cheetham? Some jumped loony who has the distinction of being, wait for it: aboriginal, stolen generation, brought up white, Baptist, homosexual, female and last but not least, a know-all know nuttin. And to top that, is an all singing, all dancing actress to boot. What gives her the right to go on ABCTV, the Drum and shoot her big mouth off denying the average Aussie the right to express a view about whether there should be same-sex marriage? Take a running jump!

 

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Frederick Walker Commandant of the Native Police

Now online, available at Amazon Kindle for US$2.99, great read. Get in quick; I expect this book to banned by the Vatican, the Australian Political Police, the First Nation Vigilantes for Truth, Justice And Indigenous Make-believe,  the Black Armband Brigade for Truth in History, the Marxist Humanist Dialectics of Imperialism Committee and finally the Bessar Arbian Front for Greater Freedom of Expression.

This is the first and only compleat 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.

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.

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Frederick Walker Commandant of the Native Police By Paul Dillon

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Frederick Walker Commandant of the Native Police By Paul Dillon | ISBN: 978-0-9946381-2-0| Format: Softcover | Publisher: Paul Dillon | Release Date: To be advised | Category: Biography—Australian History.

This is the first and only compleat 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.

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 Will, 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.

Paul Dillon was born at Rockhampton. Paul joined the Commonwealth Public Service in 1965 and left in 1986. He held a wide variety of clerical/administrative positions in various departments of state. Paul 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 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.

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