Let the official story take root in your mind. Stop struggling. Relax. It will hurt less. Just let your mind go blank. Obey. It will be over before you know it.
To be clear, this post is about reconciliation, which will not be complete until language issues are resolved. Current word choice is problematic. Carefully couching the current word choice to make it palatable will not wash. It needs redrafting, at the very least amended.
Common argument:
If you want a grounded way to look at it: it’s less like being “welcomed to your own country” and more like being a guest acknowledging the hosts of a place whose connection predates the current nation-state.
This appears to be a major issue with nay sayers, that no matter which way you reframe it, non indigenous people are outsiders being welcomed by indigenous people, insiders. The word #welcome, to receive someone as into one’s house. Likewise the common reframe: guest/host.
Travelling to America as an Australian is terrifying.
Because living in Australia, we're sheltered. We're far from the rest of the world.
Our State Sponsored Media tells you that Australia has the best of everything in the world. That our culture and lifestyle is unmatched.
But as soon as you arrive in America it is blindingly obvious how false that is. America feels explosive, alive, chaotic, rich. It's loud, obnoxious, unapologetic.
There's no hint of tall poppy syndrome. And no constant nagging of the Nanny State.
America is accelerating into an unknown future without fear.
There are so many technological innovations here that would never see the light of day in Australia, because they would be strangled by regulation.
Australia is beautiful, sure. But it's safe, quiet, controlled.
Media and society tell you to conform, comply, be seen and not heard. Take the safe option. Be fearful of new things. Be fearful of the future.
The spark of innovation is stifled. The light of creativity is discouraged. The warmth of the collective is more important than the rugged individual.
And as time goes on, one of the two countries is going to be left behind. It's pretty clear which country that is.
So, it's terrifying.
And before I came here, everyone said I should be terrified of America. That I wouldn't be let it the country. That everyone is rioting. That Hitler runs the country.
That couldn't be further from the truth.
Their brains have been absolutely fried by Australian State Sponsored media.
@PhillipAdams_1@JaneCaro Never learned about this in school. I had to become a Mid-Night Oil fan and listen to “Short Memories” and hear lines such as “The Belgians in the Congo, short memory…” and then have the curiosity to “wonder what that means?” And then try and find someone who’d written about it.
@Glenview7537@ChrisLynnHedges@PhillipAdams_1 Funny you should mention P.A.rolling in his grave. The image that came to my mind was Tim Bowden, raising his eyebrow, as he often did when his bullshit detector was triggered.
Watching the Samud Aid Flotilla on Maktoob live on YouTube. As the IDF boards each vessel the live feed is being cut, replaced by a live feed from other vessels not yet boarded. The live chat is flooded with Pro-Israeli trolls posting row after row of Israeli flags.
.@camhigby was escorted off campus just for following in Charlie Kirk’s footsteps just wanting to have a conversation
This is how the college treated him
@BuiltLikeBuddha@dawn_hammo83319@jakeglmn Ah, yes. AKA Castoreum, an oily, viscid glandular secretion contained in two pairs of membranous sacs between the anus & external genitals of all beaver. It is a yellow-brown colour, a butterlike consistency, but has a highly disagreeable odour due to traces of essential oil.
I really like Carmon. Her new old song, “Nothing Like Me” is reworked to a Phil Spector formula by writer-producer Paul Buckberry. Just like the The Ronettes, “tre chic” this cuts you inside out. Get your copy on Bandcamp, free for a week:
https://t.co/Xrgk92Jrn1