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The king on a "whim!". Oh we have Bhutan. I was initially thinking about Henry the eighth but then came to my senses. What about Bhutan? If we needed a king model could it be him. Once upon a time the king's word was final and maybe some inbreeding and nepotism and cronyism and a host of psychosomatic disorders to boot took hold of the empire. Yes it's too much of a quagmire to even think of taking a boat in there. There was also a Pacific Island that had a head who proclaimed that politics was dead and that it was his Island so get the fuck off it! That's basically what a few were considering when the idea of creating a treaty came up. A lot of us had our heads in our hands when the PM decide to bring in 700,000 immigrants in with just a wave of his constitution. "We could be onto something big here you know!" Tom said and Dustbin Sam pulled up his trousers saying "Why the hell did we ever ditch braces?" "You know you're just the type who could pull this off!" And I looked around to see everyone staring at me. "Well I am the intensity of propensity you know and my first boss spotted that telling me that I held the aura of someone who knew everything but I knew nothing." Since then I've gone head to head with unions and bosses and anyone who was up for a "scuffle". So why not? It was all was all about the methodology and I hated to see people use that. We had the pm announcing that it was time, and it was a change that was overdue. So let's get on with it and vote yes, you owe it to yourself to do the right thing to include Aboriginals into the constitution. Now some Aboriginals got their ears pricked up by the suaveness of this conman who wanted to water down their position. And they were unmoved from their position too, of right hood that they were the sovereign race so why would they give anything away and accept the bribe of being advisors in the constitution. Yep they weren't worthy of first place. So my idea was for them to come together and elect a king. Even a queen! You know it was one of the funniest episodes in our history seeing Cathy Freeman vaulting triumphantly around the Olympic arena displaying an Aboriginal flag, and we were taken aback, thinking when did this happen? Are they now one? Cos we all knew the history and that small tribes were dotted across the land and they marked their territory with mostly natural boundaries and where one was missing but needed they may form a tree branch into a square shape. So Cathy was being a bit premature by her act and Arthur wasn't happy. There's only one Australia he said. Now I've lived with the Aboriginals and gone hunting with them and shared their fires and humor. Yes they have a wicked sense of humor and a close sense of family and I was enchanted by them. I could only do what I saw was right for them. The old man who was their head wanted to speak to me and maybe he'd guessed my intentions about the slim halfcaste who'd impressed me with her intelligence and perfect toothed smile. I tried to backtrack and she'd noticed from a distance that I was talking to him and she cornered me about what we were talking about. It was awkward. She told me he was a nice old man and when I compared what they'd said about each other in my head , he was the winner. He'd warned me about her , saying she'd already been with many and was no good. I found out the deeper story too that took me back to how tribal rule worked. It upset many of the whites who first encountered their practices. Initiations and sexual libations were all part of the picture. The young males had a sense of expectation about getting old. It was really stone age man coming to grips with a new way of doing things. They presented me with what they thought was a more suitable companion. "She's only sixteen!" and I remember the half caste girl asked me after woods what I thought of their plan. She'd held out a can of beer for me. A broad and friendly smile on her face. Maybe I was inline for the half caste of my choice but should I make one of my own in the meantime? I ducked out of the invitation and got a lift into town to find a job, which I got and there was invitations everywhere. It was the heat they said, they wanted the new guy in town because of the heat, it got to guys making them impotent. There was also tropic sores to watch out for. You could get them from just a rub. So way back in history I got to know about the people who were once here on their own. It was bad manners to not share your turtle with everyone. If you did that you may lose favor. They say that the longer you're there the whiter they become. I guess the thousands of years of separation were not enough to completely break that potential bond. But they didn't have any Neanderthal in their Dna. It was really quite complicated to figure out the route of early man. The Chinese came here in around the fourteen hundreds and claimed there was multiple races here back then. A Pygmy one like you see in Papua New guinea. They were three feet tall and ferocious hunters is how the Chinese described them. Something was odd about coconuts too. Or lack of them and apparently the nuts that washed up were eaten and didn't germinate. Skeletal remains were rare here but were found from tens of thousands of years ago giving a clue about what those early inhabitants looked like. The Tasmanian Aboriginals looked different to the mainland ones. So anyway what I wanted was for the aboriginals to come together and even elect representatives, (A king or<b> queen </font></b>perhaps) that could hold power as someone who ruled by common sense. Who'd wisely stay away from this constitution trap and not give any ground to that. We'd see them more like the king of Bhutan, wise and worthy of their title. It would hopefully be the first step in the treaty. It would be the first step in a beautiful idea. To recognize who this land really belonged to.   Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!  |
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The street smarts are "pulling the wool" over their eyes. Or trying to anyway. It's happening tomorrow. The referendum. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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that was an interesting read. That your story about the aboriginal girls ? When cultures won't assimilate, melting pots just simmer and eventually burn.
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that was an interesting read. That your story about the aboriginal girls ? When cultures won't assimilate, melting pots just simmer and eventually burn. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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Anastacia "appears" to be concerned enough to want to help the aboriginals......is it just for show.
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Anastacia "appears" to be concerned enough to want to help the aboriginals......is it just for show. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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