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Adelaide River to Daly Waters: through the windscreen

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  Adelaide River to Daly Waters: through the windscreen Through the windscreen, the drive south from Adelaide River toward Daly Waters reveals the continent’s layered past, unfolding mile by mile. The journey is not merely a passage through space; rather, it is a confrontation with history itself, where the frontier’s rupture transforms the land into a living narrative of loss, power, and the slow, stubborn return of what was once taken. Once you cross that violent threshold, where modern roads carve through the repressed ghosts of the interior, you can never see the Australian outback the same way again. The bitumen transforms: no longer a mere ribbon of asphalt, but an audacious thread of technology stretched tenuously over ancient, dreaming ground. Southward, beyond the iron-stained ridges of Pine Creek and the sun-scorched Barkly plains , the story changes. Here, the land speaks of colonial bravado undone, of cultures and nations ground and reformed by force. Telegraph stat...
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Are you on the bus

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Are you on the bus?
What is your destination?
Will you cross the road?
What is behind the machine?

The privilege of possessing a curious mind and an urge to make sense.
When Flinders circumnavigated New Holland.
He took Trim.
Suitable for service.
Faithful and affectionate.

So it became.
Forging ahead and getting around restrictions.
Breaking national protections.
Cutting the red tape.

To this day
Encroachments are made to preserve Australia's prosperity.
And maximizing returns,
by reorganizing structures.
To maintain productivity and continuous growth.


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Remembering what the imperial powers set in place.
Civilization, Christianity, and Commerce.

The essential values to justify achievement and superiority.
To inflict an ideological belief of inferiority.
And to punish cultures into subservience and dependency.
Masters and soldier ants.

Each time we try to free ourselves. 
Sovereign power adjusts its grid of discipline.
A correction to form a new normal.
A nation of docile subjects.


Humanising pest control.
From less suffering to more suffering.
From pest controller to pest and back again.
Forming another correction and resetting our new normal.
Who controls our benefactor?
According to the Gospel of Wealth.








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