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Don’t Tread on Our Inselberg   Nov 5 2017

Filed under Down Under by Throsby

Exploring central Australia in 1873, William Gosse stubbed his toe on a half-buried gibber and cursed Sir Henry Ayers out loud for not cleaning up. So for a century hence Australians called their desert landmark “Ayers Rock” and, as men do boast, hailed it “the world’s biggest rock.”

Seventy years later youse white fellas finally figured how to make a buck off the thing and the early-Cambrian sandstone monolith entered a most unhappy period, hosting curious travellers trampling down base flora to wear grooves up the side of “that rock” in an Everest effort to confirm the desert looked just as flat from a few hundred feet up.

Us traditional owners (as youse call the people you stole Australia from, as if in full payment) regained control of the sacred site some decades past, and just a few days ago rallied enough votes to ban tourists from ever trampling upon, climbing up, falling off, slipping and rolling interminably down, becoming a human kite in unseemly zephyrs plying the surface of – and, especially, crapping upon and/or pissing down the gullies of  – Uluru.

Throsby suspects every Australian politician closeted a desire to see their face carved Rushmore-style upon the furrowed red arkose. And that the “traditional owners” seeing ever more crude and greedy pollies warming seats in the nation’s capital felt it a matter of urgency to get whitey off the prostrate obelisk for good.

After all, if a politicians image defaced Uluru’s delicate bulk, nothing could quell the compulsive urge of any red blooded voter to storm the sandstone slopes and endlessly stamp their Crosbys upon the offending visage.




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Australiana


Ink Irresistable

Not the NYT Montaigne's what would I know? Huxley's almost anything about almost everything. Or Bierce and nothing matters. Codifying life's inimitable impromptu inclines irrestistably to essay.

Civilization ..

   defiles itself


Times past when warlords, priests and royalty hoarded luxury, life was a short grim struggle. Today most want for little yet still deny dignified survival to working poor, and ravage entire countries as collateral to our laissez faire fiesta.
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A Century of Imperialism

     ..hasn't dulled the urge

American foreign policy never a pretty sight, finesse of the mobile crane chase from Terminator 3. Export democracy? Cure worse than disease. double arrow Read more ..

Charity

~ its own reward

And what's going on in Land of the Free, Home of the Brave? As 40% of kids fail graduation the Iraqistan wars suck $2.4 trillion [CBO 2017 est]. Imagine this staggering sum applied to rebuilding The Great Society. Think of others.
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This lazy unemployed

..crack-smoking welfare queen ran up U$15 trillion debt

lazy homeless scum
Odd how the ultra-wealthy gull even working poor to blame unemployed, disabled, weak, and vulnerable while but for the grace of God go all.

If he's a welfare leech then your soul is with the sociopaths and predators who own Warshington and its minions, the Repugnicans and Dumfocrats, gutting a once noble nation that aspired to equality.

This elite will survive the US economic train wreck, land softly on 300 million plundered taxpayers, then from fortresses of luxury and privilege prey elsewhere for spoils.

The dawn of civilization was greatly exaggerated.

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Painters, such a sad old bunch
None it seems more so than Munch
Upon that bridge with skies afire
A meme took flight to never tire.
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