Nungali

Its just starting to get close to what I was saying ...... ( relating to my original comments here when 'Mr T' first ran for Pres years back ; " You ain't seen nothing yet , just you wait ! " ) coming soon - judicial wars .

You are not Trump supporters over there are you ?

Tiger got to hunt bird got to fly Man got to ask himself why why why .Tiger got to sleep Bird got to land Man got to tell himself he understand....

Thanks , And that's why I never wanted access . I saw it as the 'no-Nungali club' ... ( remember the 'plural clause ' ) .

Can I be nosey and ask why some people want access removed ? I am curious , due to the reasons that I never asked for it (access ) in the first place

Mr Krebbs , how much to join your site , get lessons and a uniform ? Do you have invisible subscribers as well ?

Blushwood nuts * , they are a strange thing ... regarding cancer treatments . It's a Queensland rain forest tree . Substances in it work on skin cancers . In animal trials , researchers were amazed at the results and observed effect within in moments , it attacks the tumour , causing a visible reaction within moments , within days it begins to die and shrivel and eventually drops off . Then a second substance in it causes rapid healing of the site . 'Up there' ( in Qld. rain forest ) is also the home of Australia's 'rain forest pygmy ' ( not like the African ones, we had our own version ) they didn't last long after colonisation , they either died or where removed from the rain forest and put in 'missions' ** . One has to wonder what other natural rain forest medicines they knew about ? " “In most cases the single injection treatment caused the loss of viability of cancer cells within four hours, and ultimately destroyed the tumours.” https://www.qimrberghofer.edu.au/media-releases/cancer-drug-destroys-tumours-in-pre-clinical-trials/ * ** another strange thing ; I have not looked up these guys for about a year now . And now I find, according to AI and the Australian Museum, they never existed ! Funny, because I met one ! Why now did they never exist ? because scientists have debunked the idea that Australia was populated by pygmies and then the current Aboriginals came here and wiped them out . And that is the first time I have EVER heard this as well . In all my studies they have been but one part of the Aboriginal population and contemporary . Who is writing this stuff ? It seems similar to the taboo I have had placed on me because I have asked why are some Australian Aboriginals black and some brown ? I have gone against the correct political attitude in even asking ( however many Aboriginals will talk about that and offer explanations ) . It comes from that part of society that wants to see them 'equal' , will always do a 'acknowledgement of country ' before anything official, put a plaque on their town house saying they acknowledge their property is .......... (whatever tribe name ) , but would not pick up an Aboriginal hitch hiking .... just happen to be looking the other way as they drive by . Thank goodness for John Safran ;

its slow ... ever so slow ....and works ATM .... but most days I just give up and go elsewhere , cant even open the site sometimes lately .

It's different down here though .... nothing like that ^ ..... no, no, no .... You need to talk to Hanrahan about it ; "We’ll all be rooned," said Hanrahan In accents most forlorn Outside the church, ere Mass began One frosty Sunday morn. The congregation stood about, Coat-collars to the ears, And talked of stock and crops, And drought, As it had done for years. "It’s looking crook," said Daniel Croke; "Bedad, it’s cruke, me lad, For never since the banks went broke Has seasons been so bad." "It’s dry, all right" said young O’Neil, With which astute remark He squatted down upon his heel And chewed a piece of bark And so around the chorus ran "It’s keepin’ dry, no doubt." "We’ll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out." "The crops are done; ye’ll have your work To save one bag of grain; From here way out to Back-o-Bourke They’re singin’ out for rain. "They’re singin’ out for rain," he said, "And all the tanks are dry." The congregation scrached its head, And gazed around the sky. "There won’t be grass, in any case, Enough to feed an ass; There’s not a blade On Casey’s place As I came down to Mass" "If rain don’t come this month," said Dan, And cleared his throat to speak – "We’ll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If rain don’t come this week." A heavy silence seemed to steal On all at this remark; And each man squatted on his heel, And chewed a piece of bark. "We want an inch of rain, we do," O’Neil observed at last; But Croke "maintained" we wanted two To put the danger past. If we don’t get three inches, man, Or four to break this drought, We’ll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out." In God’s good time down came the rain; And all the afternoon On iron roof and window-pane It drummed a homely tune. And through the night it pattered still, And lightsome, gladsome elves On dripping spout and window-sill Kept talking to themselves. It pelted, pelted all day long, A-singing at its work, Till every heart took up the song Way out to Back-o-Bourke. And every creek a banker ran, And dams filled over top ................ "We’ll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If this rain doesn’t stop." And stop it did, in gods good time; And spring came in to fold A mantle o’er the hills sublime Of green and pink and gold. And days went by on dancing feet, With harvest-hopes immense, And laughing eyes beheld the wheat Nid-nodding o’er the fence. And oh, the smiles on every face, As happy lad and lass Through grass knee deep on Casey’s place Went riding down to mass. While round the church in clothes genteel Discoursed the men of mark, And each man squatted on his heel And chewed a piece of bark. "There’ll be bushfires, for sure, me man, There will, without a doubt; We’ll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out." By P.J. Hartigan (1879-1952)