Race War in the OutbackJim Goad
Australian aborigines have never forgiven the white man for bringing air conditioning to the arid wasteland they call home. They have a median IQ of 62, which explains their eternal plight far better than dim intangibles such as “racism.” Their ghastly prehistoric visages qualify them as the most punishingly ugly people in world history. And when I say “punishingly ugly,” I’m not suggesting that they be punished for the way they look; all I’m saying is that having to look at them is its own punishment.
They eat giant disgusting moth larvae and play the only musical instrument in world history which may be less versatile than a kazoo. They evolved all on their own, with obviously no help from any other human or divine entity, for 65,000 uneventful years on the Australian continent. They are thought to have the oldest continuous “culture” on Earth, which only proves my long-held maxim that when it comes to culture, first is worst. They currently number around 840,000 down in Oz, which is likely more of them than were squatting around there smelling up the place when the mighty English arrived in their large, handsome boats, so you can take your phony “genocide” slander and stick it up your didgeridoo.
Australia’s most striking geological landmark is a giant orange sandstone monolith smack-dab in the middle of the continent that a white Aussie explorer christened “Ayers Rock” back in 1873. It was mostly known as Ayers Rock until 2002, when at the request of the local government in the town of Alice Springs — which is nearly 300 miles away, but is the closest city to Ayers Rock because that part of the Outback is one parched, undeveloped nest of poisonous snakes, deadly insects, and prehistoric humanoid monsters — it was formally renamed as “Uluru” (“ooh-luh-ROO”) in honor of its traditional moniker among the naked and stupid local tribes. It was the same deal as when the blubber-chewing Eskimos and their neo-Bolshevik enablers up in Alaska rechristened Mt. McKinley as Denali.
Aborigines only comprise about 3.3% of Australia’s population, but with the help of non-aboriginal coastal elites, they are forcing the nation to shed the cultural yoke of the pasty-white colonial invaders who trampled the shit-colored packs of indigenous morons underfoot so easily back in the 1700s.
You heard me right: Australia is going trad. And that does not bode well for the easily sunburned.
I visited Australia in early 2006 for a week. I spent it mostly in Melbourne, although I managed to sneak one glorious night out on the coast near the 12 Apostles. I don’t recall seeing a single identifiably aboriginal face the whole time I was in Oz. I spotted only one black person, who appeared to be a Somalian bulbhead, ambling outside Melbourne’s Flinders Street railway station, but that was it.
What I noticed almost immediately after landing in Melbourne was that all public messaging incessantly bludgeons you with the word “multicultural.” If I was the paranoid type, I would have thought it was some kind of government-directed brainwashing campaign. The 2005 Cronulla riots, which started between Anglo lifeguards and Lebanese thugs over somethin’-somethin’ regarding rape, were still a fresh wound in the nation’s psyche, so maybe the Aussie government felt compelled to keep slapping everyone upside the head with the idea that squeezing fundamentally incompatible people together and expecting them to get along was actually a good idea.
I returned to Australia — okay, I tried to return — in April 2007 to act in an independent film that would have had me stationed Down Under for six weeks. I intended to use my free time to swim the Great Barrier Reef and conquer my fear of sharks. I also planned to travel deep into the Outback to see Ayers Rock and conquer my fear of aboriginal faces, but it was not to be. On a layover in Honolulu, the authorities forbade me from boarding a plane to Melbourne. I presume it was related to the fact that upon my first visit to Australia, I’d gone on national TV to discuss my criminal past, and this time around, they decided they weren’t gonna allow no convicts back into their penal colony.
Around the time I was denied reentry onto that strange floating desert on the other side of the planet, the Australian authorities enacted a race-specific form of Prohibition on specific aboriginal communities in the Northern Territory, outright banning the sale of alcohol. At the time, Prime Minister John Howard claimed that “rivers of grog” had led to rampant sexual abuse of aboriginal children. In tandem with the effort to prevent deranged abos from raping their spawn, pornography was also banned in these tribal locales.
After 15 years, the ban was lifted last July. The moment that it was legal for abos to get their paws on booze, crime soared in the Outback. The town of Alice Springs — population about 24,000, 21% of which consists of aborigines — has seen successive waves of burglaries, attacks, car thefts, and roving packs of increasingly belligerent young, dark indigenoids who, the social workers assure us, are merely coming into town to blow off some steam and avoid getting ass-raped by Mom and Pop again tonight.
The hype about Alice Springs had gotten so bad that last Tuesday, Prime Minister Anthony Albanese deigned to step his toes into the dusty shithole for a grand total of four hours. He promised to slightly restrict alcohol sales and also pledged to siphon about $50 million of taxpayer money — you see, Australian aborigines don’t pay taxes — toward what will likely be meaningless and ineffectual feel-good arts-and-crafts programs for the locals. He then jetted back to the coast to eat ice cream and watch the Australian Open for three days.
Last Thursday was Australia Day, which marks the landing of the First Fleet at Sydney Cove in 1788. While the Prime Minister was watching tennis in Melbourne, pro-aboriginal agitators across town held their own protests against what they called “Invasion Day.” Australian Senate member Lidia Thorpe — who is a mixed and clearly troubled mud-puppy of both European and Australian aboriginal descent — rallied the crowd by declaring that her white ancestors had been waging centuries of war against her black ancestors:
[It was] a war that was declared on our people more than 200 years ago. . . . This is a war. They are still killing us. They are still killing our babies. . . . They want to put the colonial constitution on top of the oldest constitution on the planet . . . we are sovereign and this is our land. And we deserve better than an advisory body. We have an opportunity to have a treaty . . . that could put ten independent black seats in the parliament today. We want real power, and we won’t settle for anything less.
Lynda June Coe, who has those distinctive aboriginal features that make it look as if someone punched a black woman in the face so hard that it permanently caved in, howled at the crowd:
White Australia, this is the reckoning — 235 years and we ain’t going nowhere. They tried to wipe us out, still here. They tried to breed us out, still here. They tried to commit genocide on us, still here!
Honey, if they had actually tried to wipe you out, it would have taken about five minutes max.
Last Friday night in Alice Springs, Sky News host Peta Credlin went for a ride-along in the downtown area and to her dismay found it shut down and boarded up to save the remaining businesses from being pillaged by roving mobs of aboriginal teens. “Dysfunction is everywhere,” said the alarmed reporter. While driving through the outlying camps later that night, local Senator Jacinta Nampjinpa Price told Credlin, “Cars are I guess treated like traditional tools to a degree, you use them until they no longer work and then just discard them. And quite often kids come along and decide to blow them up and burn them out.”
On Saturday night, a nurse named Rachel Hale, perched in a hotel balcony above a gated beer garden in downtown Alice Springs, filmed several altercations between white bar patrons and aboriginal youth who were taunting and threatening them from behind the gate. Footage shows one aboriginal girl, who at one point referred to herself as an “African queen,” shouting, “You ugly, I’m prettier than you with my black skin, you white bitch.” Another black girl spit through the gate onto a white man, shouting, “You’re a white dog, you are, rooff rooff rooff.” Young aboriginal males threatened the white bar crowd with a long tree branch and a steel garbage can. At one point a young white male decided he’d been bullied enough and fought back against a black teen. He was winning the fight until the abo’s friends decided to join in.
Hale, the videographer of all this multicultural beauty, has toiled as a nurse in Australia’s Northern Territory for 14 years. After filming the racial shenanigans outside the bar beneath her hotel room, she told reporters about how frightening it was to be only a few feet away from the burgeoning race war:
Probably by 7pm it started. The most disturbing part is the taunting by these kids — for the locals it’s like water off a duck’s back — but they stand on the other side of the fence slinging insults. It’s just disgusting, racist. ‘You white bitch, you white cunt.’ Everyone’s sick of it. The patrons downstairs, they were firing back telling them to piss off, but they don’t stop. . . . Everything has closed, police have left, but the kids remain. Not much sleep — one of the most frightening nights of my life. It went on all night long. . . . Kids taunting adults and spitting on ‘white cunts,’ stealing from cars out the front, very young children on the streets, disgusting violence, pack hunting and the level of hate displayed towards people in the firing line will haunt me. . . . People are getting fed up. Someone is going to lose their shit and retaliate and one of these kids is going to die, and it’s going to be splashed all over the headlines.
Hale lives in Darwin, which is nearly 1,000 miles away, but she visits Alice Springs every two months because she owns a business there. The disillusioned nurse says she felt obligated to capture the racial tension on video because “People describe these events that are happening here, but no one’s actually seeing it.” She doesn’t blame the situation on alcohol, but the fact that aboriginal communities, booze or no booze, are fucked-up beyond repair:
None of the children I saw that night were intoxicated, but they were filled with rage and hatred. . . . Some of these houses have 10-15 people sleeping on the floor of a three-bedroom house. There’s no personal hygiene, there’s lice, scabies, fungal rashes, maggots in wounds, perforated ear drums — the level of care is shocking. . . . The wives are being beaten in front of the kids, check any emergency department and you’ll see the horrific injuries. . . . It’s hard to talk about, but the physical trauma that these kids have endured is hard to comprehend. . . . My colleagues told me about witnessing an eight-year-old girl being raped by a man who had covered her lower half with butter. She didn’t scream or cry or resist because she was so used to it. I’ve seen a four-year-old boy in a clinic with anal warts and a six-year-old girl with vaginal sores. I’ve seen babies dehydrated as their mother wouldn’t breastfeed and were drinking alcohol and pregnant women pickling their babies with a bottle of rum each day while six months pregnant.
On Sunday, the day after Hale filmed the skirmishes outside the bar at the Hamilton Hotel, three local youths, one armed with an axe, attacked a 16-year-old Thai boy in a Pizza Parlor in a suburb outside Alice Springs. His mother, who had immigrated from Thailand to work at the Alice Springs Hospital, said, “This town has become a nightmare.”
A nightmare? Is that what aborigines meant when they talk about “The Dreaming”?
On Monday night, after a week of utter chaos, horrified Alice Springs locals gathered at the Convention Centre to address the crime crisis. The meeting didn’t last long and was apparently shut down after “progressive individuals” kept doing that progressive-individual-groupthink routine where they show up and start screaming like mental patients.
An Australian Broadcasting Company reporter, herself of partially aboriginal ancestry, caught up with one of those progressive individuals outside the aborted meeting:
I am far more concerned about the dangers posed by those people in there — those white people have a choice to live here — than those vulnerable aboriginal children whose connection to this country cannot be broken. . . . If they don’t like living here, if they have a problem with it, then leave. . . . It’s a total white supremacist fest in there — and I can tell you — it was scary.
Not a word about the child rapes or the alcoholism or the burning cars or the anti-white taunting or the local business owners who say they’ve suffered through 41 break-ins over the past few years. Not even a word from one of the countless locals who attended the meeting hoping against hope that someone would hear their pleas. Nope — the official broadcasting arm of the Australian government just wanted you to know that the Outback has a problem with white supremacists.
“It’s a kick in the teeth to residents who have put up with this for far too long,” griped Alice Springs Mayor Matt Paterson about ABC’s coverage. “It’s adding unnecessary anxiety when we are all trying to come together to address the issue and here you’ve got the ABC lighting the fuse to have a race war.”
I can’t pinpoint exactly when the fuse was lit. And when the bomb finally explodes, well, that’s anyone’s guess.
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It doesn’t look like one can play Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport on the Didgeridoo.
Can they tie their own shoes or use toilet paper even?
All signs point to ‘no’.
Do they just shit down by the billabong, then, occasionally under the shade of the coolabah tree, occasionally not?
Before you can get to shoelaces you need shoes. Before you can get to toilet paper you need toilets.
Wombat fur, then?
The didgeridoo’s inferiority to the kazoo was a precious insight. How far ahead do you think Alice Springs and the coastal elites/media induced cauldron is versus that of the United States as it pertains to anti-white scapegoating all while leaving the white population completely unprotected from the mob they keep encouraging to violence?
What is the likelihood that Alice Springs is going to have to take matters into its own hands to protect its citizens, and if so, that they will?
Self-defense from Anarcho-Tyranny (e.g. elites using minority groups and ‘refugees’ as a battering ram against its own population) has long been the genesis of ‘right-wing’ movements, such as the Ku Klux Klan. The establishment media always blames the public for fascism. The elites NEVER admit to putting their own public in harms way. Elites create a tragedy, and then they blame you.
Whitey has to leave these stone age people to themselves. Stop interfering. Let them do what they want, separately. Does it ever end? Stop feeding the pigeons and they’ll go away.
I think that’s the best advice. Unfortunately, like clockwork, they are whipped into a frenzy by the (usual suspects). As a nationalist, I support them having their own land, customs and tradition, but as long as it is in parallel with the current largely Anglo Saxon / Celtic culture and history of Australia.
Good advice that would go unheeded in my joke of a country. The federal government just approved a $2.8B payment to our indigenous people as atonement for taking them from dysfunctional and abusive homes and trying to educate them.
Just capitalize the “A” in Aborigine and they’ll settle down in a jiffy.
The activists prefer “First Nations’ people”; I guess they picked that up at a conference with their North American counterparts.
As for settling down, the behaviour described is analogous to what was noted in the reports of 18th and 19th century officers, explorers and anthropologists, with frequent intra-familial violence and what we would call sexual abuse. Infanticide and cannibalism, especially of children were also endemic. Given the harsh country and lack of capacity for abstract thought these behaviours are not surprising and are somewhat similar to those of other stone-age peoples before contact.
Most self-described Australian aborigines are actually more than half European, which allows them to function adequately in our society. As the social cache and the ‘gibs’ of a ‘connexion to the land’ grow, we also have a slowly increasing share of ‘Pocahontases’.
“First Nations’ People?” Please. Maybe by Pleistocene Era standards.
“Some of these houses have 10-15 people sleeping on the floor of a three-bedroom house.” I encountered this when I was a kid in the inner city USA going to pick up my dad’s ‘helper’ for work. To this day my boomer old man says i’m prejudiced because I dont think hiring them will change anything.
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a picture of one not squatting in the dirt, shuffling down a sidewalk in house-slippers holding a bottle, or staring vacantly at what appears to be nothing off in the distance.
Cordon off an ethno-state for them, pop up a wall to keep them out of your own, and be done with it.
They were portrayed in a positive light in the movie Crocodile Dundee. Mick Dundee even participated in some tribal ritual.
“The aborigines call him Jabba-Jahda-Ah-Der-Ahd, which means The Crocodile Who Walks Like a Man.”
The aboriginals were in the sequel, by the way.
Haha, true! But I mean in real life, photographs and videos. In other words, that is all I’ve ever seen them do in footage: sit or shuffle around in the dirt doing nothing if not drinking, fighting, or vacantly staring.
We can’t expect Hollywood to portray them in a negative light. You’re correct. The few people I’ve known that have been Down Under say they’re just drunken bums begging for money.
Kind of like those viral videos of Kensington street in Philly.
To this day what irritates me in Crocodile Dundee II, the friggin abo’s name is Neville. My best friend’s name.
For those with eyes to see (or, rather, ears to hear), the juxtaposition tells a cruel truth; no matter how hard the composer, conductor, musicians seek to ennoble the people or their ways, it just doesn’t seem possible.
Is it even possible to tune a large hollow stick ?
At the rate Australia is going, give it a few more years and its orchestras will be tuning to the didgeridoo instead of the customary oboe whether the thing itself can be tuned or not.
Are the Australian Aboriginals truly modern Homo sapiens or a relict population of earlier hominids with sapiens admixture? Aboriginal skulls typically display a number of ‘archaic’ features. A phylogenetic analysis of DNA extracted from specimens of pure-blooded individuals retrieved in the early colonial era would, for my money, prove very revealing.
There are still some pure-blooded aboriginals alive today. They and we have certainly had no problem producing fertile hybrids if that counts against us being different species. I think you could safely (not around leftists) argue that we were different subspecies.
I have a hunch that the cradle of modern Homo sapiens is not East Africa, as we are so frantically assured, but the Caucasus/Middle East region where admixture with Homo neanderthalis took place. The resulting hominids spread east and west and founded the populations in Europe and Asia that went in to achieve agriculture and urbanisation. Earlier hominids, not truly modern sapiens, either remained in Africa or took the South Asian coastal route through Indonesia to Australia, giving us the Negrito, Melanesian and Aboriginal peoples. We might call these two branches of humanity the Laurasian and Gondwanan (from a similar philological theory of M. Witzel). The former capable of high civilisation, science and art, the latter struggling with technological modernity. Of course this is only approximate and leaves out Denisovans and back-migration of Caucasoids into the Horn of Africa. I am sorry to ride this hobby horse again here: is there anyone with a background in physical anthropology who could comment on it?
I have no formal education in anthropology but I have studied it on wikipedia.
“I have a hunch that the cradle of modern Homo sapiens is not East Africa, as we are so frantically assured, but the Caucasus/Middle East region where admixture with Homo neanderthalis took place.”
That is assuming all modern Homo Sapiens belong to the same species. Sub-Saharan Africans were genetically separated from the rest of the world for 70,000 years or more. And they intermixed with an archaic hominid, possibly late stage Homo Erectus.
Australian Aborigines were isolated from the rest of mankind for something like 60,000 years and they too intermixed with a “ghost species. Perhaps an early version of Denivosans that they encountered in their journey to Australia.
Due to political correctness, anthropologists wouldn’t dare to even speculate that there is more than one human species in the modern world. But, with modern genetic science weighing in, they might have to find a whole new definition of “species”.
I have to wonder how anyone could get so lonely. Bubba from Cellblock 6 is more attractive.
I believe that the Australian slang for a gentleman who resorts to the blandishments of such ladies is a “boong banger”
Clearly Australia needs some reasonable gun control laws.
“Their ghastly prehistoric visages qualify them as the most punishingly ugly people in world history.”
That image seems cherry-picked just to show aboriginals in a bad light.
She’s frowning. Everyone looks ugly when they frown.
Here’s a more realistic portrayal of these beautiful and noble people:
In fairness to my country-men though, many of the hybrid folk are quite charming, even to the point of being able to snag a British professional tennis player en route to winning seven Grand Slam tournaments, and being the first mother to win Wimbledon (1980) since 1914,
Or winning the gold medal in the 400m at the 2000 Olympics and having multiple long-term liaisons with business executives, film stars and then marrying a stock-broker.
But to produce the hybrids someone had to go into the full-bloods.
I can’t wrap my head around it.
Well, it was a penal colony. What do you suppose the sex ratio was? 10 English men per English woman? Still, point taken…
Very worthwhile topic. We will see how cleverly Australia will handle this. Will they give in to leftist protests? I think its obvious there is a strong contingent whose job is to never be satisfied no matter how many concessions are made or how much is spent on projects. It’s part of the Social Justice Industrial Complex that Robert McNamara should have also included in his famous warning. Overt armed vigilantes is a bad idea. The media would write it up as Australia’s version of the Tulsa Race Riots, decimating the aboriginal Valhalla or Wakanda. But aboriginal culture is being tainted by western interference and must be preserved. Instead of that 30 billion dollars totally directed at social programs, how about some shiny new digs a good days drive away, free from all that western evil.
As I flipped through the pics on one of the links, the second photo (4 fists raised) has the archetypal white ally donning black sunglasses. Overweight, pasty, androgynous, hoping a good protest will boost their self esteem.
I read halfway through this article before I thought “this sounds like Jim Goad”. Loved it as usual.
The anal warts and vaginal sores thing was rather disturbing. I’m guessing an aborigine minstrel show mocking the aborigines’ lack of incest taboos down under is out of the question.
“among the best didgeridoo playing you’ll ever hear” – I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard at a Youtube title. Especially as immediately to the right of the linked video on my Youtube “greatest hits” list, I prominently have a 10 hour loop of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
How can anyone listen to a sincere egalitarian multiculturalist and not recognize signs of mental illness?
Having the description of “among the best didgeridoo playing you’ll ever hear” is akin to “world class cup-and-ball champion.”
Fantastic as always!
You can tell me to “Foxtrot Oscar” for being so pedantic if you like and I certainly wouldn’t hold it against you, but the use of the word “tried” in the sentence below that you used. implies the possibility of failure, which in this case would not have been applicable to our ancestors in 1788. The use of the word “wanted” perhaps would have been apposite.
Honey, if they had actually tried to wipe you out, it would have taken about five minutes max.
Your’s from “Pedant’s Corner”, West Yorkshire, Merry Old England.
Ahem. “Yours,” not “Your’s.”
Ok, Ok! That’s it! I hang my head in shame! I give up! I’ll undergo race conversion surgery and therapy and become an Abo.
“Merry” really should have been spelled “Merrie”.
Yikes! Guys actually procreate with these beast masters? Must get REALLY lonely in the Outback. No amount of Fosters or bathtub gin could make those walruses look appealing. At what point do bestiality laws come into effect? Assuming there ARE bestiality laws in Australia…those ‘roos are mighty cute!
In addition to the ambassadors of Australian high culture, Amyl and the Sniffers, Australia’s greatest contribution to the world is Mel Gibson. Not only has he provided the globe with top notch entertainment, he has enlightened us with the inner power structure of Hollywood and also given us such witticisms such as “Sugar Tits” which I have introduced into my daily lexicon along with variants “Tortilla Tits” and “Won Ton Tits.”
Moreover, Mel Gibson has the insight to get rid of that god-awful Australian accent, which resembles the babbling of the British Royal Family’s secret relatives with extra chromosomes.
Whilst I am told he was at his most handsome (Mad Max, Gallipolli) when living in the antipodes, Mr Gibson is, I am almost certain, born and bred in the nominally United States of America. He spent a mere fifteen years or so among us. Perhaps he decamped when the anti-discrimination laws were passed in the mid ‘80s, putting paid to free speech in this branch of English civilization.
” such witticisms such as “Sugar Tits” which I have introduced into my daily lexicon along with variants “Tortilla Tits” and “Won Ton Tits.” “.
Also not forgetting “Vinegar Tits” – a character from the Australian TV drama series “Prisoner Cell Block H” set in a women’s prison.
“Oven Dodger” was another good one.
I have a theory that wherever the Irish and/or their descendants are found, so too will the bestiality you refer to be found. A friend I grew up with, born in Donegal and family relocated, chose to screw a negroid when such practise was severely frowned upon by our substantial circle of friends and family.
From what I understand, the Australian Army Army still participates in the “Aboriginal Community Assistance Programme” (AACAP).
“The Army Aboriginal Community Assistance Programme (AACAP) began in 1997 and is an ongoing commitment that reinforces the strong association between Army and the Indigenous peoples of northern and central Australia. … In terms of infrastructure delivery, AACAP projects have delivered a mix of housing, road construction/upgrades, sewerage treatment plants, airfield construction or upgrades, health clinics, telecommunications infrastructure, school upgrades, potable water supply infrastructure, and housing sub divisions”.
Essentially a semblance of civilisation. About 15 years ago I was chatting to a fellow whose military unit had provided 3 months of infrastructure works in such a remote community. After 3 months of hard work, away from spouse and very young children, his unit were due to complete a formal handover to the local community before their departure. Standing on parade, waiting. The heat and flies taking their toll, no-one from the community turned up to even say a simple thank you.
“Those people have a choice to live here — than those vulnerable children whose connection to this country cannot be broken. . . . If they don’t like living here, if they have a problem with it, then leave.”
European nationalists please take notes.
Lot of uproar in the media about this race hate murder. Oh wait…
Really awful stuff. Notable that the accused killer was driving a Lexus yet ranting about white privilege. These days when you hear black people giving rambling monologues about being Jewish or an Israelite, bad things seem to follow. Things have taken a turn since that old Desmond Dekker song.
It’s an insoluble problem as long as the vast bulk of people do as they are told and believe that the full-blooded aboriginal is the same as or even similiar to, a member of any race which has become civilized or at least had to compete for survival with civilized folk. These people were adapted physically and culturally to subsist in a very harsh, nutrient-poor environment. Prior to the mid-1960s many were gainfully employed on cattle stations as station-hands, horsemen or domestic servants earning very modest wages. This was abolished in the 1960s as exploitation although these jobs were probably on borrowed time by then regardless.
Now they are the perpetually indulged pets of the state with predictable results as outlined above.
I don’t really have a solution. Their natural way of life involves perpetual warfare with neighbours and in many cases unacceptable (to us) levels of violence within the tribe. When they were kept working there was probably less time for these patterns to emerge, but proposing salvation through low pay and long hours…….. Well, it might work.
An elegant solution might be to relocate all of Australia’s whites to the US and relocate all of the US’s minorities to Australia. Then they can build a Wakandan paradise on Earth and we can have them out of (what’s left of ) our hair.
I’m sure all those Aussies living on the Gold Coast, Sydney, etc are going to leap on the idea of the American midwest.
Let’s not forget one of the most impactful Aboriginal influence: huffing. Former child stars (Aaron Carter, Josh Peck, Bug Hall) from my childhood have gotten in Dutch because of it lately.
When I was in Melbourne, a friend told me that in the Redfern ghetto in Sydney, the abos are known as “chromers” because they’re always huffing silver paint, and the chrome gets all over their faces.
I guess it’s true from their perspective that Abos would be much better off if Whites had never arrived, so they could have lived on happily for another 10,000 years in a perennial stone age. I guess contemporary Abos are also miserable from being uprooted and pressed into a civilisation they are genetically unable to adopt to. “Up-northing” by race mixing makes it probably even worse, resulting in specimens like this Lidia Thorpe spouting inflammatory nonsense. So what we see today is quite certainly their “degenerated” version.
When you hear a didgeridoo for the first time, the archaic, pre-historic sound can be quite striking. It however gets boring pretty quickly. The limitations of this “instrument” are mind-numbingly narrow.
Lidia Thorpe should thank God every day that Aboriginal genetics are so recessive. (The “recessiveness” hypothesis is disputed but seems pretty apparent to me. I notice it in Middle Easterners as well).
Example of an aboriginal public service announcement:
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