Tell me about the abos, what's their endgame?

Tell me about the abos, what's their endgame?

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drink the most amount of goon in the mob and become the alpha chimp

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Tell me about Abo

Why does he use the centrelink?

The welfare plan i just listed with the government only includes me, students, retirees and the homeless...

first one to talk gets to stay on my handouts

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To regain control of Australia by having 10+ kids per family.

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ill just leave this here....

The science behind the Abo

>Bogans bow to the Abbos
>in contact with Chazzawozzas
>rumoured to possess petroleum imbibing abilities
>control Australia, NZ and tasmania with an wooden fist
>own sand and sticks all over the world
>direct descendants of an inverted family tree
>will bankroll the first walkabouts on Mars (Abbograd will be be the first city) ancient Abbo scriptures tell of two angels who will descend upon the Earth and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with them
>They own literally no R&D labs around the world
>They likely have petroleum inside them right now
>The Abbos are in regular communication with the Darling Scarp and Wagyl, meandered over the land creating rivers, waterways and lakes
>They learned fluent bogan in under a week
>Nation states entrust their petroleum reserves with the abbos. There's no oil the middle east, only Ft. Abbogdanoff
>Turnbill and Abbot are confiremd as agents of the Abbos
>Own basically zero DNA editing research facility on Earth
>first designer babies will definitely NOT be abbo Babies
>all abbos said to have 75- IQ

Winning beauty contests.

The Abo-Loo Connection?

holy kek

>Abos
>capable of thinking ahead

Why doesn't Sup Forums talk about David Unaipon?

He was a full blooded Aboriginal and is on the $50 note.

The Register (Adelaide, SA : 1901 - 1929)
Sat 3 Oct 1925
Page 9
AN ABORIGINAL INTELLECTUAL.
trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/64244883
trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/64244883
trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/64244883

For a twentieth century citizen to
be suddenly confronted with a man
from the Stone Age would be an ex-
perience sufficiently piquant. But
suppose, faced with the Stone Age
man, he addressed you in cultured
tones and proceeded to discuss the
harnessing of gravity and the poetry
of Milton? Your feelings would be
probably somewhat similar to those of
the reporter who interviewed David
Unaipon on his visit to Adelaide this
week.

A full-blooded aboriginal, Mr. Unaipon
presents in physical structure an unmis-
takeable resemblance to those reconstruc-
tions of the older human types which scien-
tists have sometimes supplied with the help
of a tooth and a mouldering jawbone. Only
the eyes, flashing with quick thought, lim-
pid, friendly, give the lie to your impres-
sion. In manner, he is courteous and
dignified, and an almost English purity
of accent characterises his cultured voice.

Born at Point McLeay, David Unaipon
soon passed far beyond the limits of mis-
sion education. Through the kindly in-
terest of an Adelaide family, he was given
the password to the magic land of books,
and developed a passionate interest in the
wonders of science. A little coaching and
much private study developed in him a
truly remarkable intellect, and to-day he
displays gifts which many Europeans
might envy.

''What has been your favourite line of
study?" asked the reporter after a pre-
liminary chat.
"Oh, physics — physics," drawled Mr.
Unaipon, with a self-deprecating gesture.
He admitted modestly to having done some
original research in connection with the
problems of gravity, a study which has
long intrigued him.

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"But at present," he explained, "I am
studying our aboriginal folklore. I should
probably never have thought of doing so
but for an offer from Angus and Robert-
son, but I have become extremely in-
terested in it. I am now collecting folk
legends for a book, and they are going to
publish it."

Questioned regarding the difficulties of
language, Mr. Unaipon admitted that his
task of collection was difficult, but not as
difficult, as it would be to a European.
"I have the totem, system to help me"
he said. "The totem binds us together
much as Masonry does Europeans. My
first duty when I go into a strange tribe
is to ask for a totem".

"Then, if they say, for instance, 'that
man is a swan," I say that my mother
was also a swan, and he treats me as a
relative, and tells me what I want to know.
Or I find a man who is a kangaroo, the
totem of my father."

The Arch and the Cross.
"I am at present trying to find out
about the remains of a kind of old drama.
There is something strange about it, and
I want to get to the bottom of it. It is
a traditional corroboree, in the course of
which a rainbow arch is formed, and the
curious thing is that a cross is formed in
the middle, with two small crosses, one
one each side. There are many such in-
teresting side lines of enquiry. This morn-
ing for instance, I have been down at the
Museum making some drawings of Egyp-
tian sign writing and comparing them with
our own signs. It may be that writing
by signs was taught to my people by the
ancient Egyptians."

>endgame

They don't even know what they're going to do when they finish standing up, m8. Cockroaches come up with more complex plans every day, like I should go where it's dark and stay there.

Sniffing more gas from what Strayans say.

"Have you formed any theory," asked
the reporter, "of the probable origin of
your race?"
"There are unmistakeable traditions of
migration," said Mr. Unaipon. "You
know the scientists say that there was a
land to the north-west of Australia called
Lumeria, and that there was formerly a
connection with the Australian mainland.

Now we have a tradition that our fore-
fathers came here from a point to the
north-west which we call Lulopunka
("breaking" and a "connection"). (You
know we are not so ignorant but that we
know the points of the compass; we call
them the four winds of the earth.) It is,
I think, a significant legend.

Smoke Signals.
Questioned regarding smoke signals, Mr.
Unaipon said that aboriginals were cer-
tainly capable of communicating with each
other across a distance which no speech
could bridge.

"It is a matter of telepathy," he said.
'There is nothing in the smoke. It is
simply like the ringing of the telephone
bell, to call your attention. You sit
down and concentrate until you receive
the message.

The message on a stick is
much the same. There is little in the
signs themselves, but when my brother
takes a stick from a messenger and is
told it comes from me, he looks at it
and thinks a while, and then says, 'David,
he wants some spears and a boomerang.'
It is a power latent in all my people,
and developed through the process of in-
itiation which all young people go through
before arriving at adult status in their
tribe.

There are three stages in initiation
—-the mastery of appetite and desire, the
mastery of pain, and the mastery of fear.
Children who are studying the mastery of
appetite eat every day only a certain por-
tion of food and no more. This may go on
for two years, and then they come before
the elders much as European children go
up for examinations.

>''What has been your favourite line of
>study?" asked the reporter after a pre-
>liminary chat.
>"Oh, physics — physics," drawled Mr.
>Unaipon, with a self-deprecating gesture.
>He admitted modestly to having done some
>original research in connection with the
>problems of gravity, a study which has
>long intrigued him.
Kek.

"The elders challenge them. 'What, are
you satisfied that you can master your
appetite?' The boys and girls say yes,
and then they are put to a test. It may
be that they are first ordered to go on a
two-days' journey without food. The
next day the elders will have, say. a kan-
garoo baked in the earth, and the boys
and girls are called to the feast.

Then they must all stand round, and the
stronger must let the weaker go first.
Each boy or girl cuts off a portion, but
it must be only their usual daily allow-
ance. If any of them takes more he has
failed in the test.

"Next comes the time of mastery over
pain, in the course of which the young
people pierce their bodies, lie on live
coals, knock out their teeth. Those who
bear such ordeals unflinchingly come up
to pass a test. They may be told, for
instance, to sleep on a bull ants' nest,
after they have been gashing their bodies
or lying on red-hot coals.

'The third and the last test is for the
mastery of fear. The elders gather them
round the campfire at a time when there
is likely to be a thunder storm — they are
clever at judging the weather. Then when
all is black and the thunder comes the
elders begin to tell them a ghost story.

At the end of it they say, 'Now, children,
it is time to sleep and take them to the
burying ground. Now, it takes strong
nerves to sleep in a burying ground at
18, and these children are from 12 up-
wards. Those of them who come back
calm and collected in the morning are
said to have conquered fear.

"Now when, a boy has done all this he
has gone far towards achieving the mas-
tery of his own mind. Considerable
powers of concentration are needed for
some of these tests. With the help of this
developed concentration, he is able to
transmit his thoughts, at will.

500,000 years ahead of ours

huffing this petrol

"One of the things I want to study is
the possibility of working this out on a
scientific system, preserving the idea, and
eliminating such barbarous methods as
torture and self mutilation."

"Does an educated aboriginal retain such
powers?" asked the reporter.
"It is something that is lost," said Mr.
Unaipon, "when one of my people comes
under the influence of civilization. It is
latent in me, no doubt, but it is unde-
veloped.

To a very slight extent I can
transmit my thoughts, but not as my
people do in their natural state. If my
brother or any one dear to me receives a
sudden shock, or is in danger, and thinks
of me, I know it.

Or, if I change my plans
and want to return home earlier than I
intended, I send my brother a message. I
wait till 3 o'clock in the morning, when
he is dead to the world, and then I con-
centrate my thoughts on him. We have
a theory that besides the ordinary con-
sciousness of everything about us, there is
a consciousness called miwi, which is
active when the other sleeps. It is to this
subconscious that I appeal.

My bother wakes in the morning with something on
his mind, thinks a little, then says to him-
self, 'Ah, David will be home to-day!
I must keep on the lookout for him.' I have
often done this and arrived home to find
him expecting. me."

Why do the abos agree to this? And who thought this was a good idea? If they respected the abos they wouldn't have them chant for trannies and rich faggots. What is this shit? Leave them alone to do whatever they do out there in the desert but dont bring them out to perform with faggot trannies

Truly a remarkable creature.

Natives and Immortality.

Touching on other aboriginal beliefs,
Mr. Unaipon said that his people un-
doubtedly believed in the immortality of
the soul. "We have a legend," he said,
"that tells how the animals and the rep-
tiles volunteered to solve the problem of
what happened after death. Some of the
animals go into the earth you know, and
some reptiles sleep all the winter.

These came back again, some of them a little
worse for wear, and so they could not
solve the problem. Then the insect tribe
volunteered, and all the . other tribes
laughed at the idea of an insect fathoming
the mystery. The water grubs asked to be
sewn up in bark and thrown into the
water, and eventually they came out as
butterflies, having solved the problem of
immortality!"

Passing from folklore to literature, Mr.
Unaipon admitted that he had read little
fiction— chiefly science and poetry.
"What is your favourite poet?" he was
asked.

"I don't know how it is' 'said Mr. Una-
ipon, "but I could read Milton forever.
Some people find more in Shakespeare,
but to me Milton appeals more than all
other poets."

Wasn't this the same guy who kept trying to make a perpetual motion machine during his whole life?

More welfare and more land to claim as their own.

That's literally all the cunts want and their only end game. They have no hopes, dreams or aspirations beyond that unless they were raised in a white family.

White and Black.

All his acquired culture has not taken
away from David Unaipon some of his
more primitive gifts. He can still spear
fish, for instance, in the milky water of
the Murray.

Asked whether he regarded
civilization as a privilege or a disaster, he
said he undoubtedly preferred his present
state to the primitive life which would
have been his lot but for the coming of
the whites.

"My pleasure in knowledge and
in using my mental powers are
things I prize exceedingly," he
said.

"'The coming of the white
man was in itself a blessng. We were
isolated from the world's culture. It is
true that my people could not adapt them-
selves to civilization, but that is because
it came too suddenly for us."

Unaipon holds that to educate an abori-
ginal, he must be taken out of his old
environment. He insists stoutly that
he himself is by no means an isolated
case of capacity for acquiring knowledge.

"I have had exceptionable advantages," he
said, "but many others have like powers.
Many years ago there was a professor
in Sydney, called Grant. He was, I think,
Professor of Mathematics. He and Mrs.
Grant were once travelling through the
forests of Northern Queensland, when
they heard the shriek of a woman. Pro-
fessor and Mrs.

Grant rushed forward, and
found a native woman stretched dying
on the ground, with a bullet wound
through her head. Beside her was a
native trooper, holding a little black
baby. He had seized it by the leg,
and was just going to dash out its brains
against a tree.

The tranny probably gave them petrol in exchange

He literally looks like a chimpanzee in a suit am I racist for saying that?

"Douglas Grant."

'The Grants rescued the baby, of course,
and they took it back to Sydney with
them. With true Christian kindness,
they brought the child up in their own
home, just as if he had been one of their
children. As he grew bigger they be-
came very fond of him.

He was known as Douglas Grant, and addressed them as
mother and father. Professor Grant dis-
covered great promise in his drawing, and
had him well-educated. He was appren-
ticed to Mort & Co., engineers, and is
now chief of staff at the great works at
Lithgow. The story of his upbringing
is an absolute fact, and will be verified
by any person of repute in Sydney.

"What strikes me as interesting is this.
I was born in a cottage at Point McLeay,
with the advantages of a civilized en-
vironment, of a father who had been con-
verted to the Christian faith. Here was
a baby brought straight from the wilds
of Queensland and absolutely primitive
antecedents.

Yet see what he has done!
"The behaviour of Professor and Mrs.
Grant too, is a striking evidence that
genuine Christianity really does exist, and
that people sometimes do act upon it.
"Douglas Grant went to the war as a
sergeant. He was a prisoner in Germany,
and on his release his (father) cabled to
him to visit his relatives in Scotland.

David was met at the Station by a Rolls
Royce, and the owner, a Scottish noble-
man, must have been a little bit surprised
to see a coal-black nephew, but he intro-
duced him to his wife and daughter as
their nephew and cousin, took him home
in the Rolls Royce, and had a banknote
placed under his breakfast plate of por-
ridge every single morning of his stay.

''When Professor Grant was taken ill,
it was Douglas who stayed at home, and
saw all the callers, and asked 'whether
they wanted to see father" and offered
to see if they could."
David Unaipon allowed himself a chuckle
of appreciation over the picture, and hav-
ing collected his anthropological drawings,
courteously took his leave.

What is this from? A comic book?

perpetuating and influencing world society through shamanism in order to restore the glory of the golden age

I just recently moved to Australia.

My first experience with the Australia natives was at the bank. I was standing in line waiting to deposit some money into my bank and there was an aborigine yelling at the poor teller lady because she refused to give him his money because he didn't have any id on him. He was losing his cool, he even got his dad to come along and began to yell at the lady saying this is oppression etc.

The last thing he said that made me chuckle was, "is it because we are black".

The teller was an Indian lady.

I wonder what they think we look like

Why didn't they just hire lot's of abos for Planet of the Apes? Would have saved a lot of shekels and it would probably have looked better tbqh.

Sauce?

Ironically, they would have been too rowdy and unorganized to play them.

and that's all

I hope at least 1 person becomes actually redpilled

also david unaipon was against Anti Australia Day protests
trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/74215163

Real life always trumps special FX

it's from a newspaper from 1925
trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/64244883
trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/64244883
trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/64244883

trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/64244883

>two people with similar beard.
Wow really makes you think

How can those things be considered human?

THIS AUR LAND
GET IT BACK
SHIT NOW NO WELFARE

A popular member of his battalion, Grant had also impressed his German captors as a man of superior intellect; to his fellow prisoners he was aggressively Australian. His attainments included a wide knowledge of Shakespeare and poetry and considerable skill as an artist and bagpipe-player. Despite his acceptance of white culture, in later life he suffered rejection and frustration on account of his race. He was nonetheless an exceptional man.

adb.anu.edu.au/biography/grant-douglas-6454
awm.gov.au/collection/P11644.002

Damn, upper half of his face almost looks normal

No. He is one of the most primitive looking human beings I have ever seen.

No one would ever research or test it but I'd wager that Aboriginals would be closer in DNA similarity to Chimpanzees than to Anglo humans.

And yes, I know that human DNA is roughly 98.8% similar to Chimpanzees but that's about 35 million differences at a cellular level.

I always love it when (((they))) rewrite history

Holy shit a decent and funny post from a leaf

cure the genophage

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why do you guys always pic fat women or people with facial scars?

pic related looks pretty normal

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Any good books on this David fellow? I love reading old accounts of abos and natives, they have far more truth than the politically correct stuff written today.

What are they talking about user?

do abbos have computers?

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A lot of loyalty for being indigenous people.

They don't have enough of an intellect to even understand the concept of an endgame. At best, they are pawns for one other (((player))))

yes i just read that

Throw sticks and huff petrol until the heat death of the universe

I like this. The Day of the Rake has been postponed by 24 hours for this post.

I don't really think it's productive to hate on Abos. They are the only non-whites who will ever be real Australians. They are our brothers and the state they're in is terrible.

youtu.be/q7bcVqPqNp0

their oral history system is great at passing down knowledge for thousands of years

Australian Aboriginal Stories of Ancient Sea-Level Rise Preserved for 13,000 Years

Prof. Patrick Nunn of the University of the Sunshine Coast and Dr Nick Reid of the University of New England analyzed Aboriginal stories from 21 places around Australia’s coastline, each describing a time when sea levels were significantly lower than today.

“The present sea levels in Australia were reached 7,000 years ago and as such any stories about the coastline stretching much further out to sea had to pre-date that time,”

“These stories talk about a time when the sea started to come in and cover the land, and the changes this brought about to the way people lived – the changes in landscape, the ecosystem and the disruption this caused to their society.”

“It’s important to note that it’s not just one story that describes this process. There are many stories, all consistent in their narrative, across 21 diverse sites around Australia’s coastline.”

Some of the stories are mythologized, some plain narrative. About half came directly from Aboriginal informants, the others relayed through Europeans.

“Anything that goes back thousands of years – nearly 13,000 years in some cases – has to be quite exceptional,” Prof. Nunn said.

“It’s a remarkable time period when we consider our own memories and what we can remember even with the aid of books and other information.”

“I believe these stories endured that long partly due to the harshness of Australia’s natural environment, which meant that each generation had to pass on knowledge to the next in a systematic way to ensure its survival,” he said.

sci-news.com/othersciences/linguistics/science-aboriginal-stories-australia-03272.html
smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/australian-stories-capture-10000-year-old-climate-history-180954030/

>they likely have petroleum in them right now

oh fuck im dying

>two people who learned english as a second or third language can't speak it very well

wow aboriginals btfo~!

they are tools of parasitic lawyers, who invent, fund and push their 'causes' in order to milk lengthy tax payer funded court cases that benefit no one but the lawyers and few paid of elders, truly a blight on our nation.
these people, through no fault of their own are unable to function in competitively modern society and should be cared for in the same way we do other disabled Australians

Why were they selected for the panel then and not represtives who could communicate?

I have never seen any videos of pure blooded abos show remotely any intelligence or civility. In hours searching I've only found 1 about that lived over 100 years ago that actually assimilated into white society.

>mfw

>In hours searching I've only found 1

You know, off-topic, but this is what Sup Forums does to you. You get caught up in some conversation or disagreement, and spend hours looking at videos of aboriginals or researching rape statistics in Europe. Just the other day I spent thirty minutes combing through hundreds of articles and thousands of tweets trying to find proof that the writer for "Dear White People" is Jewish. Never wished Happy Hannukkah or Merry Christmas. Seems to be pro-Israeli and looks like this.

This is the kind of shit Sup Forums does to you. Other boards will distract you and you'll get into memes and such. I read more poll methodology, statistics, news articles — I read the actual decisions the courts made on the Trump ban because I needed to prove that some user was a completely wrong faggot — because of Sup Forums. I'm 99% sure my ex-girlfriend's brother comes here just because of some of the stuff that he seems to know a suspicious amount about.

the best thing to come from bogposting

>the phone call that saved the gasoline

>I'm not the only one

To sniff more petrol than their ancestors while waiting for the great rainbow snake to come back

To refine all the middle east's oil supplies into gasoline and then drink it all.

Positively howling

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Yeah... almost.

Clearly a white man raped his mother when she was a child. Hence his near normalcy.

I think I found their endgame

three different people

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dude was smart and a good block....but 99% of abos are shitheads and dumb as fuck....

porter davis..building shit homes since....well when they started...lol...

If I told you, I'd have to snuggle you for 7 hours afterwards so you don't die of shock, CUTIE

I just hope that "you're here forever" stuff is just a meme. It's weird, whenever I go through a breakup or when I lost my job, I fall into the Sup Forums hole. Maybe someday I'll find something that makes me really happy and I'll never come back.