Mater’s Musings #63: Lest We Forget

Here’s a contemporary historical account that the AWM could use for its proposed Frontier War display. Might even be of interest to Mr Pascoe.

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“When Mr. Wedge first landed at Port Phillip he found seven families of natives residing in their huts near the encampment which had been formed by the settlers who had just arrived with sheep. The most friendly understanding subsisted between them. About a fourth of the number were hunting. They returned in the evening with a plentiful supply, consisting of edable roots which they had dug up Kangaroo rats and calkeit or a species of ant in the fly state collected from the hollows of trees. Notwithstanding this, however, they possessed either of food or convenience, especially knives and blankets. One of the blacks in particular named Murradonnanuke manifested a very earnest desire to be on friendly terms, and has been mainly instrumental in confirming the peaceable intercourse that has since been established, although pointed out by Buckley as one who was much dreaded by the other chiefs on account of his treachery.

These people are, we regret to say decided cannibals. They do not however, indulge in this horrible propensity, except in two cases, the one in consuming the bodies of hostile tribes killed in battle, and the other, we shudder to relate it, on their own offspring. The women are accustomed to nurse and suckle their children until three or four years old, and in order to get rid of the trouble and inconvenience of finding sustenance for two should a second be born, before the oldest is weaned, they destroy the youngest immediately after its birth. There are some mothers also among them who destroy their offspring from mere wantonness, and one female the wife of Nullumbord was pointed out to Mr. Wedge as having destroyed ten out eleven of her children.

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Mater’s Musings #60: Progressive Politics…in a Nutshell

“Come now, he says, pressing a little with his hands. I’m interested in your opinion. You’re intelligent enough, you must have an opinion.

About what? I say.

What we’ve done, he says. How things have worked out.

I hold myself very still. I try to empty my mind. I think about the sky, at night, when there’s no moon. I have no opinion, I say.

He sighs, relaxes his hands, but leaves them on my shoulders. He knows what I think alright.

You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs, is what he says. We thought we could do better.

Better? I say, in a small voice. How can he think this is better?

Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some.”

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood, p222

Mater’s Musings #59: And they still can’t drink ‘til 18

No. Sadly, it’s not a meme.

It was bad enough when some of the twisted ideologues that I’ve seen fulfilling the roles of either Principal and/or Teacher, were merely ‘influencing’ my children.
That they now have the ability to ‘bypass’ my authority (and responsibility) to determine what is best for my children, is horrifying.
Just think about the types of people that are now infesting that vocation.