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Have you seen the cost of all types of steel lately?? The stuff is going to need an armed guard on the steel delivery trucks, soon! 😮

It is a basic fallacy and an unsatisfactory approach to try and compare the Aboriginals of Australia with the Negro slaves of America, with the American Red Indians, or even with the Maoris. All those cultures are vastly different - and if you want to see real hatred and divisiveness, see what the attitude of Aboriginals is towards other black people, and even Maoris - they treat them like dirt. All the Governmental decisions taken in past decades have largely centred around the basic facts that the Aboriginal cultures are largely unable to manage themselves, and manage large amounts of money, in a Western democratic setting of rule. The Aboriginals live for today, tomorrow doesn't factor into their planning. They rely on constant assistance from others, for their lack of planning ability. "Humbugging" is a unique feature of the Aboriginal culture. "Humbugging" is basically, constant begging for money. Despite being given adequate money in every case of every Aboriginal (they can even get special payments from Centrelink, that Whites can't get). They burn up money as fast as it's given to them, they have zero money management ability. In many remote areas, you'll see signs stating "no humbugging". At my local shopping centre, 5kms from the Perth CBD, the entrance doors are regularly blocked by Aboriginals begging - on a constant daily basis. This is the "mob" who claim they have constantly been robbed - and yet they have just been given land rights over the entire S.W. Region of W.A., and been given $1.5B in direct cash payment, plus the Govt set up no less than SEVEN new Aboriginal corporate bodies, just specially for this group - all fully Govt funded for 12 years - at a reported cost of another $600M! All this for just 3,500 claimants. https://www.noongarboodjatrust.info/ If you've ever travelled in the remote areas or isolated rural areas, you'll often encounter Aboriginals who have run out of fuel in their car - because they never factored in fuel use in their trip planning. It was never a requirement of their original culture or lifestyle, and nothing has changed in their outlook in the 236 years since Europeans arrived and set up their ordered and planned society, and style of Govt. The Aborigines are the original communists, they never owned anything of manufactured value, apart from spears, nulla-nullas, woomeras, grindstones and dilly bags. As a result, they have little respect for the intrinsic value of manufactured items of value. The Govt of Australia builds them nice houses in remote locations, at mind-boggling cost - and they totally destroy them, because they lack appreciation of what has been provided for them, and the cost involved. Then they complain the houses weren't designed properly for their cultural usage requirements. They demand to be treated differently to Europeans, and to always get special treatment. Their attitude is similar to children, with constant demands for unearned rewards, selfish behaviour, constant demands for money for doing nothing, constant demands for expensive items they have no appreciation for. It's little wonder that the bulk of the hard-working Australian population gets sick of the constant whining, complaining, and demanding of "entitlements", that accompany most Aboriginal outbursts. As to the constant complaints about "stolen" Aboriginal land, I'd wager very few Aboriginals even know, or appreciate, that they now have freehold ownership and vast amounts of control over more than 16% of the Australian land mass - as well as receiving multiple billions in monetary compensation, in various forms. All this, for a culture that makes up just 3% of the Australian population. https://www.pc.gov.au/closing-the-gap-data/dashboard/se/outcome-area15/land-and-water-ownership#:~:text=Nationally as at June 2023,baseline year) (figure SE15a. https://www.nsw.gov.au/living-in-nsw/aboriginal-outcomes/healing/stolen-generations/reparations#:~:text=The Stolen Generations Reparations Scheme provided ex-gratia payments to,applications on 30 June 2023.

That's a pretty neat comparison - and I believe the GOP has underestimated the amount of women they have pissed off, with their abortion laws and other religious crap, that treats women as worthless subservient slaves, and baby factories, rather than as our partners and equals. The female vote will play a big part in this upcoming election, provided the women are able to vote with independent thought, rather than being told who they have to vote for, by the "man of the house".

Here's one owners sorry story about the hidden costs in owning an EV - the cost and lack of availability of spares. The Chinese cars will become a nightmare for spares availability, I've already been through this crap with Chinese forklifts, and Chinese earthmoving equipment. You're on your own, once you own it - backup, spares and service are a joke. https://au.news.yahoo.com/costly-electric-car-problem-looms-for-aussie-drivers-its-crazy-231931846.html

I saw a beaut little pot-bellied stove amongst the campers at the Dowerin Field Days, it was two large truck brake drums welded together and laid horizontally, to form a drum shape. They'd carved a hole in the front side to add wood and welded a door on, and installed a flue on the rear. I think they'd used a piece of truck exhaust pipe for a flue. They finished it off with three metal legs, possibly lengths of scrap pipe. It was extremely neat, and I wish I'd stopped and taken a photo of it.

The Americans still love their "A-frame boom", or "gin pole" on their pickups and trucks, for picking items up. There's some way-out ideas for lifting things out there. https://au.pinterest.com/gehrke1831/crane-boom/

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I still hold the opinion that Kamala doesn't have the necessary "fire in her belly", leadership abilities, and ability to keep to a solid political agenda, to enable her to beat Trump. I reckon the Presidential race will go down to the wire, and the dirty tricks produced by the Republicans will be enormous in number. The GOP are the most cunning manipulators of the U.S. political system, ever.

I'm sick of the constant grey skies, showers and rain, of the last 3 months. I'm looking forward to a bit of sunshine and warmth. Monday is forecast to be 26° and sunny. I can recall going to Qld in early Oct 1993, to go to a big machinery auction just out of Brisbane. It had been a balmy month of fine weather in W.A. before I went, but when I landed at the auction site, it was in the high 30's, and the humidity was on a par with anything in FNQ! I nearly flaked out with the heat and humidity shock, it was totally unexpected - not helped by the fact I hadn't studied up on the weather in the region before I went. I couldn't believe how overwhelming the heat and humidity was.

Farcebook Marketplace in your region should turn up something. Even Gumtree might produce something, but Gumtree is getting more useless each day, as eBay, the owner of Gumtree, prompts you to buy their Chinese crap instead.

The Chinese have long failed to recognise the innate value of a consistent, long-standing trade name, that evokes strong feelings. Their cars represent their shape-shifting, androgynous, soulless, featureless, inscrutable society, and style of Govt. Caterpillar have spent almost 100 years perfecting brand-name following and worship. They still have current patents, trademarks and registered designs on any symbol, style of lettering in the names they've used, and other identifiers of their brand name, going right back to 1925 when the company was formed. Other major U.S. industrial brand names operate in a similar fashion. The Chinese love to copy these brands, but the Rottweiler lawyers are ever on guard, ready to launch lawsuits over infringements. I was at the Dowerin Field Days last Wednesday, and I was stunned to see Chinese copies of front end loaders that copied the shape and outline of Caterpillar machines, and which even used similar model numbers. I did a double-take, thinking I was looking at some new Cat model of machine. Many Chinese cars follow Western models and designs in the same way - even down to the Chinese Rolls Royce, the Hongqi H9.

Here's the entire article.... I’m glad you’ve come to my funeral. I’ve got a few things to tell you. Doug Hendrie Freelance writer August 28, 2024 — 5.00pm In Australia, the dramatic repertoire you can draw on at funerals is very limited. Unlike other cultures, we don’t go hard on proper grief. There’s usually no grasping handfuls of dirt. No rending of your garments. You can cry – even ugly cry – but no one really leans into the melodramatic potential of the occasion. And that’s before you get to the eulogy. There’s a strong hint in the name – eulogy means “praise” – of what’s expected. The rules are to say nice things, even if you had a very complex relationship with the person. At least, that was the case. Until now. This month, everything changed thanks to a man touched by the gods. He goes by the name of Dan Thomas, and he’s a biographical filmmaker based in Melbourne who has had the idea of allowing people to record their own eulogies. Now, you can do your own version of the Pauline Hanson video (“Fellow Australians, if you are seeing this now, I am dead”). You can throw out the rule book about funerals and speak from beyond the grave. For $1500, you can force everyone important in your life to sit on a pew while you lie serenely in your casket, clutching some roses and looking dignified and very mournable, and then you hit them with a 10-minute monologue on any topic of your choice. For his part, Thomas is pitching this as a respectful way to connect the dead with the living, saying: “It’s humbling to help someone create a eulogy that captures the heart, soul and purpose of their life.” I love that he believes in the innate goodness of humanity. That people will use it to make their funerals like all the funerals before them, all black-clad and weepy. But I believe many humans are delightful freaks with a thin veneer put on to make society function. And the ability to give your own eulogy rips it right off. Off comes the Band-Aid, hairs and all. Off comes the mask you’ve worked at for decades. And there you are, the real you. Your final, true form, given a voice. It is the most glorious madness I’ve seen in years. Just imagine what you could do with this power. You’ll be gone. You’ve cut out the middleman, your eulogiser and praise-giver. There is no right of reply. You’re showing people who you actually were. If you have lived a delightfully petty life, you could use your monologue to settle scores or to crow a little. Just think, your funeral could be one great Festivus celebration in which you could air your grievances in true Frank Costanza-style, without anyone else sharing theirs. Or if you’ve got a lovely spicy brain, you could use the time to finally make people listen to your special interest. Finally, you can tell people the goddamned truth, which is that from an engineering point of view, German tanks in the early years of World War II were vastly superior to anything the Allies had. That it took Soviet and American factories churning out cheap crappy tanks like tin cans to overwhelm the Tiger. As for me, I’m gonna go surreal. I’ll get a dodgy AI to write me the script, and then I’ll deliver it deadpan. “We are gathered here today to acknowledge the passing of Doug Hendrie,” I will intone. I will drone on, making it as monotonous and boring as possible. “Doug was a man who lived a life marked by routine and consistency. He was not one for grand gestures or dramatic events. Instead, he preferred to carry out his duties with a methodical and unremarkable efficiency. “His hobbies, if one could call them that, were centred around [insert hobbies], activities he engaged in with a notable lack of flair but a consistent level of engagement. Doug’s interactions with others were characterised by a polite and unassuming demeanour. He maintained a steady presence, offering little in the way of excitement or unpredictability.” I will finish. I will bow to the camera. I will climb into a fake coffin made of cardboard and wave a white flag. And by God, you will all sit there and watch it, and you will come away bewildered, and saying the only words truly fitting for such a solemn occasion, words former US president George Bush famously uttered after sitting through the inauguration of Donald J. Trump: “That was some weird shit.” Doug Hendrie is a Melbourne writer.

And when the new VW UP! breaks down - you can call it a F*** UP!!!

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This is the same bloke who would knock off at lunchtime every Friday, for a long and boozy lunch with high-profile business mates, discussing share-ramping stunts to ensure the company shares didn't flag - and that lunch would finish off so late, it wasn't worth going back to the office. Then he'd claim he's worth all of his multiple-million dollar annual salary. I wouldn't work for the prick. I've been in many company boardrooms, and had plenty of dealings with these people, and most are abominably avaricious.

Whoa, Willie - that's a lot of fabbing work, just to haul a few logs around! Why don't you get yourself a little old Cat 22, like my mate on his 100 acres down on the Campaspe, South of Echuca - and just snig them around with a chain, to where you want them! What are you going to do for brakes for that jinker on steepish slopes? An unbraked loaded jinker going downhill is a recipe for trouble! The old horse-drawn or bullock-drawn whims and jinkers had no brakes, but they dragged one end of the log on the ground, still.

Flying bullet fragments from a high powered weapon can do a lot of damage. Those .223 calibre bullets shatter thanks to their high velocity, it's all part of the design to maximise damage.

I don't know who the idiots are, who think that running lettering vertically is clever. I hate roadside signage and building advertising or naming that runs vertically - especially when they pick an oddball font for doing so.

Spacey, the site must not trust your computer! I can read it O.K., and I don't have a subscription to the site. Try turning off your Javascript on that site. Click on the two little key-looking symbols at the front of the site URL, go to "site settings" in the drop-down menu, and find "Javascript" and change it from "allow" to "block". When you close the page, you get a "reload page" message.

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Maybe it's because I'm several years past my allocated "three score and ten", and I'm starting to think a lot more about my funeral arrangements - but I got a good chuckle out of this blokes take on a new funeral offering - to write your own eulogy. https://www.watoday.com.au/lifestyle/life-and-relationships/i-m-glad-you-ve-come-to-my-funeral-i-ve-got-a-few-things-to-tell-you-20240813-p5k215.html

What about the knees? The knees are also the ones to suffer when you've been pedalling for an extended period! And the lungs? What about the hills?? I'll tell you all a little story about SWMBO and myself going over to Rottnest Island for a couple of days break, about 20 years ago. I was still young and fit then, and enjoyed bike riding, and could ride up hill and down dale for hours. But SWMBO was never all that good on a bike, and hated hills, the average hill was too much effort for her, so she'd get off and walk. We discussed taking our bikes to Rottnest, rather than relying on the Rottnest bus to get around the place (There are no cars allowed on Rottnest, apart from the few official ones. Everyone hires bikes or brings their own on the ferry). SWMBO was a bit dubious about possibly excessive amounts of riding needed to get around. I reassured her (from faulty memory based on my last trip to Rottnest about 30 yrs previous), that the island was "pretty flat, anyway". So we chucked the bikes on the ferry, and away we went. We duly set up in our lodgings and decided to go for a ride around the island. But after a couple of kays, the horror of what we'd set ourselves up for, rapidly dawned on us! The roads around Rottnest island contain bloody great HILLS, and more HILLS, after those hills!! I think it took about 15 years for SWMBO to forgive me, for casually misinforming her, as to what we would be up against on Rottnest, on bikes! I must admit, despite being a fairly good bike rider, the hills on Rottnest certainly were a good test of ones fitness.

OME, don't buy one! They'd be a sure-death fire trap on wheels, with all that wood, combined with stray electricity!! That's if you survived any important screws falling out, or tearing out!! 😮

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