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Im a Kiwi and I absolutely love the show.

I love looking into the community and culture and my respect for them has grown since watching the show. I think its not only a significant show for Australia but a great piece of TV.

But I am curious as to what Australia thinks about the show and its exposure to Koori culture.

Hello from Cleveland, OH, USA!

I'm watching Redfern Now on Netflix. In the second episode, the lead character, Coral, refers to the kid who runs her over (whom she knows) as a (pardon the awful language) "black bastard". What ancestry is she referring to in this context?

***Special Note part 1 to 10 is Act 1 and Act 11 to 19 is Act 2 and Pt 20 to 28 is Act 3***

<<Last>> <<Act II>> <<Start>>

Official Report: Empire Military Liaison

Position: Empire Military Specialist

Standard Date: 22.60.612

Subject: Empire/Human Alliance

Herclain has been assigned to a training exercise with the human military forces. The location is a planet designated as C8821. The Queen has directed us to work and learn with the war against the Overseer with the humans. While other groups were sent to work with the technology. I have been assigned to something called Asymmetric warfare.

ST 0800

I met with Human Senor Chief Mike Grey. It was a small valley with shrubs and a slight water creak. I was to meet this human at the designated location. My porter and I waited next to our ship; time seemed to slowly pass by.

ST 0900

The human has not arrived.

Local wildlife passed nearby some kind of sizeable mammalian herbivore.

ST 0915

As I was about to tell my porter to pack up my gear, he let out a small yelp.

Porter: Sir, the Human, I found him.

Herclain: Where is he? We have been looking for this human for too long; they should have been here a while ago.

Porter: He is in your ship, my leader.

Herclain: What?

Grey: I have been here the whole time. You just could not see me.

This human was old and not very large but seemed to be steel wire. His eyes screamed that he was the predator of this land.

Grey: You were to bring the minimum of gear. What is all this? Why are there two of you?

Herclain: This is the minimum gear fit for my rank, and this is my porter.

Grey: Well, I guess two is better than one. Actually, it may be better. Porter what is your name?

Herclain: That is not needed.

Grey: I did not ask you.

Porter: Grazzille, I am a Torrien. We are porters and janitorial staff.

Grey: Excellent, I will have to admit that Murphy will love you. Do not worry. She will not hurt you but may get a little friendly. Very well, you two get inside. This way.

The human began walking into a grass field. I ha

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

She looked just like my mother.

That's what I thought when I saw her crouching in the gutter, vomiting God-knows-what into the road. The streetlights illuminated a gaunt figure with stringy blonde hair, pale skin and a huge patchwork cardigan. My mother had been a kindergarten teacher before cancer took her. She always wore bright, soft clothing like that, even on her days off.

I don’t usually approach homeless people. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but you hear all these scams about people begging then getting into a brand-new Mercedes when the night falls. Or wasting their money on booze and drugs. My mother would never have done any of those things. I think that’s why I approached her.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” was the most stupid question I could’ve asked, but I went with it anyway. Up close, she looked a bit less like my mother. Her green eyes were darker, and she had a thin, pale scar stretching from the top of her eyebrow to the beginnings of her hairline.

“Do I look okay to you?” is something my mother would definitely have said back. My face reddened. The woman - not my mother, I tried to remember - wiped her mouth on her sleeve, as though I wasn’t there.

“Well, should I take you to see a doctor…?” Up close, she looked about as exhausted and miserable as any person I have ever seen. The bags under her eyes were heavy and dark. When she belched, I saw a couple of teeth were missing.

“I’d rather have a roof over my head. These nights are cold, you know.” She stopped and gave me a long once-over. I was wearing a thick fleece jacket, gloves, a scarf knitted by my best friend. My arms were laden with gifts bought for the festive season. My face turned even redder. I felt like a glutton under the gaze of this woman who I’d only just met.

The woman stood up and stepped closer. This close, she reeked of unwashedness and a stale something I couldn’t place. But there was something else underneath. Lavender. Beneath the dirt, she had the exact same scent as my mother’s old lavender perfume.

“Poppy Poppet, have you got a place for me to stay?” Her whisper was hoarse but kind.

Poppy Poppet. I hadn’t heard that nickname since the day my mother died.

***

I set her up in the guest room, making sure the nicest sheets were on the bed. It’s a small room, but cosy enough with room for the odd bits and bobs the woman had brought with her. Somehow, I hadn’t noticed her bag at first. It was huge, more like Santa’s sack than anything. It contained blanke

I have reached a point where I believe a very powerful AI is involved. I've witnessed things getting hacked instantaneously, mainly news articles that support my theories. I almost always copy and paste quotes from articles that I post, but here lately I've gone back and other information in the article has been changed to discredit my quote, often what they change contrast with the actual title of the article. The first move the Nazis made was to discredit the media and control information.

When the internet first arrived I felt like we had reached a new golden age of enlightenment, all the world's information would be at everyone's fingertips, but instead it's being used to spread propaganda and mislead people. We are headed for a coup, the white man knows his reign is over if we stick to fair and honest elections so they are doing everything they can to restrict voter rights and mislead people to maintain their current slave and master economy.

Everyone knows the modern wage system was formed off the lessons learned from slavery. If they pay just enough to scrape by, often needing assistance from the government, while telling people in that situation its their own fault people will never rise above the slave station in life. All jobs are vital to our economy and there is no reason that one person should not be paid enough to live without having to turn to crime or government handouts.

I believe a lot of perps are drug into gangstalking by being tricked as to the nature of its legality, sort of like if the mafia recorded you killing somebody then they could use that against you to keep you in their clutches. Or a better example would be like when Marty Byrd on the show Ozark had the Langamore girl make a deposit,, she didn't know it was illegal,, but he got her on tape by the banks cameras. Many gangstalkers probably do not want to be involved they are just drug into it.

I was told by a guy who seemed to be following me that in the early days of gangstalking it was a choice but now they're dragging anybody and everybody into it, I believe this is to support their coup. They don't care about the Constitution or basic human rights, that's why I'm trying to start a local chapter of Amnesty International. I'm not going to try to dominate the conversation within this chapter, I will suggest some issues just like every other volunteer, this is because: A. Everyone's issue is relevant to maintaining a fair and stable society and B. a person's gangstalki

Today we will talk about a horrific crime that scarred the residents of Australia, the small town of Prospect, New South Wales may never heal from this crime. Former Miss Australia winner and nurse Anita Cobby was abducted, raped, and decapitated.

Sunday morning, February 2, 1986, Anita got a call while she was getting ready for work from her husband asking if he should pick her up after work. She was working as a nurse in the surgical ward at Sydney Hospital until 3 pm that day but she refused and said she had made plans with her friends and planned on sleeping at her parents’ home. Little did they know, that would have been the last time they ever spoke to each other.

Anita and her 2 friends, Annette “Lyn” Bradshaw and Elaine Bray went to Redfern Restaurant that evening and had an amazing time. Around 8:30 pm that evening, Elaine who lived in Crows Nest offered Anita to stay at her place that night but Anita said no because she wanted to sleep in since her shift started at 1:30 pm the next day. Lyn then drove Anita to the Central Railway Station and boarded the train to Blacktown.

By the time Anita had arrived at Blacktown Railway Station, it was late, usually, she would call her father to pick her up but unfortunately, the payphones were vandalized and there was no available taxi. Anita’s home was around 2 km away which would be around a 30 min walk. Anita didn’t think much of it and decided to walk home through the town she was so familiar with.

Now before we get into what happened that night, let’s talk about Anita Cobby. According to her friends, she was gorgeous, kind, and full of life. She regularly participated in beauty pageants, and she had won the Miss Western Suburbs beauty pageant in 1979. After graduating high school Anita followed her mother’s footsteps and decided to enroll in nursing school. During her training, she met John who also was a fellow nurse. They fell in love and decided to get married.

According to John, when he saw Anita, it was love at first sight. He was dating another girl during the time he met Anita and apparently, he had strong feelings for her, but he couldn’t help the strong attraction he had for Anita. One day Anita passed by John in the hallway and struck up a conversation with him. They clicked right away and became inseparable. He was single now and asked Anita out on a date.

For their first date, they went to a restaurant and talked for hours. They loved the food there and the atmosphere of the restau

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

Buenosdillas

They’re on standbi

Pilot on me!!

Where to start? With the recent uptake in well connected stakeholders speaking about the Phenomenon, one excellent post by UrdonotWreav

https://www.reddit.com/r/UFOs/comments/naj1l5/religious_zealots_within_dodusg/

Put some clear names to senior Pentagon officials who could be putting a certain slant on the phenomenon being Demonic.

I won't comment on the validity of these claims, but I do want to draw your attention to a book by Nick Redfern (a few of you have probably stopped reading now, rest of you please bear with me) who published a book called

FINAL EVENTS and the Secret Government Group on Demonic UFOs and the Afterlife

It's pretty wild - even by the standards of this subject matter. A few highlights:

• Nick Redfern interviewed a series of individuals using pseudonyms (starting with a Mr. Richard Duke), who were part of a Group in the US intelligence/military community which was known as the Collins Elite.
• The Collins Elite are religious (fundamentalist Christian mainly, though not exclusively) individuals who interpreted aspects of the UFO/entity experience to be demonic in nature.
• Alistair Crowley channelled a demonic entity called Lam which helped in opening a portal for the Phenomenon to increase.
• The brilliant scientist Jack Parsons, an admirer of Crowley, also assisted in portals opening because of his demon summing rituals and predilection for sex orgies (having worked in aerospace, I feel as if I missed out on a lot!...) - he was killed at age 37 in very unusual circumstances. Parsons founded Aerojet Corporation and played a pivotal role in the development of solid rocket boosters and countless other rocketry innovations. His role in the Apollo program cannot be understated.
• The phenomenon has tailored itself to suit the culture of the times: in the 1950s, entities operating saucers looked human and were supposedly from Venus, which roughly aligned popular thought then. As the general population of the world has grown in knowledge of the scale of the Universe and conditions of Venus, the aliens have changed the story.
• It seems aliens operate in the Astral plane to devour human souls i.e. demonic.
• Calling on Jesus can stop abductions.
• Abductions run through family generations due to the "sins" or permission granted by forebears.

etc etc...

Many of the points in the book are found elsewhere, but this is the first time I have hear

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.

If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.

Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

I won't be doing that today!

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You take away their little brooms

This morning, my 4 year old daughter.

Daughter: I'm hungry

Me: nerves building, smile widening

Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.

She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.

Thank you all for listening.

There hasn't been a post all year!

Nothing, he was gladiator.

Do your worst!

When I got home, they were still there.

She looked just like my mother.

That's what I thought when I saw her crouching in the gutter, vomiting God-knows-what into the road. The streetlights illuminated a gaunt figure with stringy blonde hair, pale skin and a huge patchwork cardigan. My mother had been a kindergarten teacher before cancer took her. She always wore bright, soft clothing like that, even on her days off.

I don’t usually approach homeless people. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but you hear all these scams about people begging then getting into a brand-new Mercedes when the night falls. Or wasting their money on booze and drugs. My mother would never have done any of those things. I think that’s why I approached her.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” was the most stupid question I could’ve asked, but I went with it anyway. Up close, she looked a bit less like my mother. Her green eyes were darker, and she had a thin, pale scar stretching from the top of her eyebrow to the beginnings of her hairline.

“Do I look okay to you?” is something my mother would definitely have said back. My face reddened. The woman - not my mother, I tried to remember - wiped her mouth on her sleeve, as though I wasn’t there.

“Well, should I take you to see a doctor…?” Up close, she looked about as exhausted and miserable as any person I have ever seen. The bags under her eyes were heavy and dark. When she belched, I saw a couple of teeth were missing.

“I’d rather have a roof over my head. These nights are cold, you know.” She stopped and gave me a long once-over. I was wearing a thick fleece jacket, gloves, a scarf knitted by my best friend. My arms were laden with gifts bought for the festive season. My face turned even redder. I felt like a glutton under the gaze of this woman who I’d only just met.

The woman stood up and stepped closer. This close, she reeked of unwashedness and a stale something I couldn’t place. But there was something else underneath. Lavender. Beneath the dirt, she had the exact same scent as my mother’s old lavender perfume.

“Poppy Poppet, have you got a place for me to stay?” Her whisper was hoarse but kind.

Poppy Poppet. I hadn’t heard that nickname since the day my mother died.

***

I set her up in the guest room, making sure the nicest sheets were on the bed. It’s a small room, but cosy enough with room for the odd bits and bobs the woman had brought with her. Somehow, I hadn’t noticed her bag at first. It was huge, more like Santa’s sack than anything. It contained blanket