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The Art of Yeee-haw

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  The Art of Yeee-haw Goddamn, let's do a tune called "Hanson Hide," okay?   Goddamn tape's rollin', let's go!   Let's round 'em up!   One, two, three, four! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Asians movin', movin', movin'   Though they're workin', never complainin'   Don't try to tell me they're not floodin'   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, burqa in your face!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, cover up the race!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Africans out, out, out   They bring disease, that's what she shouts   No refugees, no black South, no doubt   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, chain-link and hate!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, keep Australia white!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! No good Muslims!...
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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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