MUST — BY COMMAND OF U.N. LAW
Poke through National Archives and any relevant records to—
- find out who the original owners of ‘your’ lands were
- then trace their current heirs
- and, with copious apologies, endless tears etc
- return those lands (with any ‘improvements’) to their rightful owners.
we could simply accept that the past is the past, learn from it, resolve to never again make mistakes, bring our descendants up to be nice, and—
“In fact, while accumulatively billions of dollars over recent decades have been transferred to those of even a highly attenuated Maori genetic inheritance, we should remember that these handouts – including for the demands to keep the Maori language alive (which it now isn’t …) should far more appropriately be directed to other areas of much greater priority. For example, the health budgets…the desperately cash-strapped hospitals… the grossly under-funded Pharmac – whose markedly low annual grant and inability to carry the cost of procedures now commonplace even Australia, and saving lines overseas, has become almost scandalous.”
Sourced: CLICK HERE
Actually, we need a form of democracy based on Reality.
I for one:
- REFUSE TO ACCEPT
- ANY FORM OF UNEARNED GUILT
—and I think that people who do
- are incapable of rational thinking
- have no real moral sense
- are bloody pathetic.
- all you Yanks—give those lands back to the Injuns!
- You Aussies—give ’em back to the Abos. Now!
- You simpering Kiwis— return ’em to the noble Maoris.
- You, Poms … track back through your mongrel history—there must be SOME bugger you can return your lands to.
(There. I haven’t even had brekkie yet and already the major source of the World’s troubles solved.)
—it’s complicated keeping up with Royal stuffs:
“It is harder to think of a much cleaner break than this. Harry and Meghan are still members of the Royal Family, but they are effectively no longer royal”, the BBC’s royal correspondent, Jonny Dymond, said”
—having recently watched the movie ‘Johnny English’ (again~!) I still ponder the very British penchant for royalty — but if it brings in the punters, who cares?
As a cynic I wonder how long they’ll stay married now—and will ol’ Mr Wossisphace be re-titled when they split? (Actually I don’t give a damn … but my good lady Spouse is English enough to bone me about it, and ‘cos she thinks I know stuff I have to stay usably abreast of such Earth-shattering events.)
It’s more fun countin’ the chickens—AND you get eggs
Don’t be confuddled—
I’ve just watched a wee u-toobe vid on the Big Bang Theory. It was all good clean fun but the only memorable thing about it was this treasurable snippet:
“I don’t know who discovered water … but it wasn’t a fish!”
The sort of thing I wish I’d said …
CAN KISS MY ARSE;
I’ve got the foreman’s job at last~!
Is that why apparently nice folks go into politics?
Don’t ask me—I’m just a dog. Ask your lawmakers, politicians, and other parasitic growths. (Strong words for a cute wee doggie?) Maybe …
Try this for size:
—and tell me if it rings a bell.
If it doesn’t, then one of us at least dwelleth in the famed ‘Cloud Cuckoo Land’.
tell me — why DO people seek pubic office? (And puhleeze don’t even think of babbling about it being an urge to serve our fellow beings.)
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
“Yes, Little Virginia?”
“Intentional, Sweet Child. Stet. They’ll figure it out …”
Some of ’em. Possibly even both …
IN ANCIENT TIMES …
that we lack today?
The link below takes you to an intriguing relevant article, probably worth the visit.
TO READ: CLICKETH HERE
For the ‘ancient times’ bit you need look no further than the ‘Holy’ Scriptures—where some of those guys outlived several of this Japanese infant’s span.
Perhaps her longevity was due to a rice diet—(for, or against?).
Either way, the years (without which we’d all be skellingtons now)
can do unwelcome things … but paradoxically most of us seem to want to collect as many of them as we can~?
Weird, these humans—
Frankly, for myself, I’ve made my peace with Dog and happy to go at any time. The resisting of encroaching antiquity seems a vastly overrated pastime …
“Sure beats the alternative, though, Dog?”
Yup! And brrrrr …
Our local supermarket did a great line in on-site baking (breads, cakes, etc) and their sourdough loaf was something to die for. (Okay, maybe not die per se … but I ‘d still crawl a mile over broken glass with both hands tied behind my back). I say ‘was’ because lately it’s not quite the same. Must’ve changed the baker …
So tonight I was roaming the wwweb and bouncing from topic to topic when I lucked on to this—
—lovely lady, and I’m inspired!
For over seven minutes she held me enthralled, and I’m now all agog for the shops to open tomorrow (SFX: please insert some loud twitches here) so I can get out and get in all the ingredients. Both of ’em …
Admit it (I won’t tell) — there’s something about hot fresh crusty crackly loaf with butter melting …