200 years ago the British Government did it to the Aborigines.
Now the Australian Government which is still the British Government which is the Secret-Handshaking Alpine Society positioned to bring down the West, is giving the Colonists a turn at being the Aborigine.
Welcome to the Special Fabian Economic Zone, the country formerly known as Australia.
As slaves those Colonists 1.0 were a poor lot.
Disobedient. Defiant. Resilient. Stubborn-headed and determined,
Though they bled well in the banker wars.
A means to The Master's end.
Now like old dusty stock at the back of the shop
They're past the Use-By-Date.
So now they're bringing in better ones,
Colonists 2,0,
By the millions.
An Epsilon drone-class of slaves to the New World Be A Happy Slave Order.
Slaves yes, smart phones the digital shackle themselves they put on.
Iron not needed.
A tap that'll never turn off.
Metropolis all around.
The old serpent PM says the Old World isn't coming back.
What he means is his traitor Government has worked hard to eradicate your culture so tough shit.
So keep voting,
Because they're not counted anyway.
You just don't matter.
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Imagine for a minute,
Acknowledging and respecting Traditional Owners so much and so regularly that you open the gateways to their lands for the rape of resources and environs to the rest of the world.
Then imagine for a minute.
A vicious gangster called Jack steals a Ferrari.
A nice red one. He adds on a series of modifications over time. Now he’s a real deal Dapper Dan.
And the guy he stole it from? Backstreet Bob? Well Jack beat him into soup for trying to hold onto it until with a bone-crunching foot on the wrist, the gangster takes the keys.
Now generations come and go. The keys to that shiny set of wheels get passed down the gangster family tree, and through the ages that vicious gangster family war and kill with other gangster families that too, like they, want to steal Backstreet Bob’s shiny car.
And because Jack has always been such a murderous brute but softening in his old age the gangster wants others to think he’s a ‘nice guy’ so everyone isn’t so afraid of him.
Well he has an idea. He discards his bloodied butcher gown, hangin’ it up in the closet till the day he needs it again and puts on a fancy-pants suit.
One with a neck tie and fancy white wig an all.
Then Jack writes a bunch of rules for everyone joyridin’ in his hot ride he calls ‘laws', that benefit only him, as being clever as he is makes other laws that permit him to hoon at will and freely do burnouts on the front lawns of others houses without breaking’ the rules. He does what he does to stay the top dog, and that includes sometimes bashing the passengers in the back seat when they tell him to slow down. And Jack’s rules that allow him to do what he wants with impunity means he ain't robbing Backstreet Bob with a knife and gun no more. No. He now does it with a pen on paper.
Makes himself sound like a legit laddie and all.
With street cred you know? So any time the real owner or some guy just walking own the street touches that car, well, beats him to soup, by the book that he wrote, so his violence is legit. This is how Jack’s family has always done it and will always do it because Jack holds the biggest hammer with the biggest swing. Just like the gangsters very first passengers in the Ferrari won their ticket, unwillingly most times, for things like stealin’ a loaf of bread, or stealin’ a cow, when it appears that Jack the gangster, the most oblivious of all, fails to see he stole something far bigger by far times two that belonged to Backstreet Bob.
So now anyone touches that mirror, or keys that door, or feels the tread on the tyres of that stolen car,
The gangster can lock him up,
Though it’s lost on Jack that the car itself is hot property, and anyone wanting to argue there point no longer gets the hammer.
Nowadays they get the gavel
Around the ear a time or two
Or three,,
Or a guided tour of the phone book.
And to show how much Jacky Boy likes that car he acknowledges Backstreet Bob whenever he can to show just how much he appreciates the original owners of that car for ‘giving’ him such a nice set of wheels to drive around town.
And so cocky is Jack now that merely having that car in their driveway isn’t enough.
Now they want to invite their friends from all over the world to take a hot ride in the car….
By the many millions,
Welcoming them for a ride in the fancy car, even though a lot of them crammed into the backseat hate each other to death and want to wreck the car and steal as much of the interior decorations as they can.
All the while Backstreet Bob still walks around town, barefoot and blistered.
Watching every one else enjoying his car,
Yelling as they scream past,
That they all acknowledge it was his car,
And acknowledge his ancestors for being such good custodians of the car,
That Jack and Co. now enjoy raping for a hot profit,
And they’ll never give it back,
An what a hot fucking ride she is.
Show it off a little like,
Watching as that car ploughed over every beautiful creature,
The possums, the koalas, the kangaroos, the birds, the reptiles,
As with more and more new friends enjoy that shiny red car,
The kill-rate of the species skyrockets.
But hey, it doesnt matter to the gangster in his fancy suit and tie.
After all, it’s good for the economy.