Told to me by an old Koorie,
Little Koorie boy Dave comes home from school all excited & runs into the kitchen to see his mum who is making a big damper & in little Daves excitement he trips & falls head over heals into the flour.
Little Dave jumps up has a look in the mirror & says to mum look mum I'm a white boy mum immediately smacks his face & tells him to go to his nan where little Dave repeats what he said, & nan smacks his face & tells him to see his pop.
Little Dave sees his pop & tells him the same thing & pop smacks his face twice & tells him to see his father.
Little Dave sees his father & his father smacks his face twice & tells him to go back to his mum.
When little Dave goes back to mum, mum asks what happened & little Dave tells her all what happened & mum asks what has little Dave learnt by all this.
Little Dave replies well I have only been white for twenty minutes & already I don't like you Black Buggers.
Thanks for your time Dave
P.S.I am part Koorie & so is my Son.

MARRIAGE AND BICYCLES ...

A young man came to the home of his future in-laws
with the purpose of asking his girl's father for
his blessing to their marriage.

The father in the meantime had a bicycle that he wanted
to sell. He'd placed an ad in the local paper and
waited for a response.

When the young man turned up, the father assumed he'd
come to buy the bicycle, not having met the young man
previously.

"Come on out the back and we'll talk," the father motioned
for the young man to follow him. Which he did gladly.

"Well, let's do a bit of negotiating here," said the father.
"Fine Sir, I don't have a problem with that," replied the
young man.
"What are you offering?" asked the father.
"To share my entire life," answered the young man.
"That's a bit obsessive isn't it?" said the father.
"But I mean it!" said the young man.
"Well, that's your business, I guess," said the father.

"How much do you think she's worth to you?" asked the father.
"The whole world!" cried the young man.
"Christ, you're really strange," said the father, losing
his patience.

"Look, I'll tell you what. I'll be honest and fair.
Give me fifty bucks and she's all yours. She's not
what you'd call brand new, if you know what I mean.
Her front's all used up, air's escaping out of her rear end.
She's a bit chipped around the edges, and wobbly.
Yeah, fifty bucks will do it for me.
Fifty and we've got a deal!" said the father smiling.
He turned to look at where the young man had been standing.
He'd disappeared.

"Where's the young lad that was here a minute ago?" the father
asked his wife.
"Oh, he just bolted past me as if shot out of a cannon,"
replied his wife.

off to a coooroberreee
the joke is its going to rain ...a bit...lol
so im going on the bike
and getting wet

because uncle dennis says its time

Received: Friday, 4 September, 2009, 1:33 PM

Dear Treaty Member /Supporter, This weekend Treaty Circles are occurring at a property, near Murwillumbah.

There has been considerable disturbance here in relation to the World Motor Rally and traditional owners(among others). Some people protesting the rally will be camping at this property and Bejam will be conducting Treaty Circles with those who wish to participate.

Already other Treaty members have arrived, as there has been considrable work needed to be done in terms of healing etc...the rifts that have divided the Indigenous and non-Indigenous people in this area.

All Treaty members/guests..are invited to attend...There have been considerable developments in processes at local,regional and national levels.

There will be Elders here..from other Australian Indigenous Nations discussing Sovereignty/ Treaty...Please give your support...To attend this weekend..,come for the day or for the weekend.

Bring camping gear etc...Directions...Go to Murwillumbah;..take signs to Kyogle/Uki....About ten minutes out of Murwillumbah,..on the Kyogle/Uki road,..there is a turnoff to Tyalgum.

turn here and head towards Tyalgum,..until you get to a big Hari Krishna Community sign...Turn in to this driveway.

There is a bridge crossing the river you will see to the right of the bridge our camp. W are not in the Hari Krishna property but next door.

The traditional owner living there is Uncle Harry Boyd and the non-Indigenous land owner is James McKenzie.

Check out their website also;..google:..wallumbiny momoli....Also check newspapers, other media for info. regarding the motor rally, etc.

We are all so requesting urgently for any financial assistance from treaty members and your own networks. There is very serious business going on in terms of the push for Sovereignty and Treaty and one of the stresses that would be alleviated is finance and resource.

People have travelled along way to do this business,..so any thing will help.

Please contact Fiona..on 0402541548..or make a deposit into Uncle Denis' account directly...for the time being- ANZ..Br: 014231 , Acc. :53129862

INDIAN KNOW HOW!

An English tourist on a tour of the American Indian
Reservations was told by a local that the Chief of
this particular Trading Post was psychic.

The tourist was somewhat skeptical.

"There he is now," said the local, pointing to the
Chief who was sitting on a bench outside the store.
"Go ahead pal, ask him anything you like, you'll see
he'll know the answer."

"Allright I will," said the tourist walking towards the
Chief.
"Good Morning Chief, they tell me you know everything around
here. OK, can you tell me what I had for breakfast this
morning?" asked the tourist.

The Chief looked at the English tourist and replied slowly,
"EGGS!"
"By George that's absolutely correct!" said the amazed tourist.
"Well, I won't doubt your word again," he added to the local.

Quite a few years went by, and the English tourist found himself
at the same Indian Trading Post, and would you believe
he saw the same Indian Chief sitting in the same spot,
on the bench outside the store.

The tourist walked towards the Chief as he had done in the
previous time and by way of greeting - he said to the Chief:
"HOW, CHIEF!"
To which the Chief calmly replied:
"SCRAMBLED!"

Ethel loved to speed in her wheelchair and charge around the
nursinghome,
taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long
corridors.
Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic, the other
residents tolerated her, and some of the males actually joined in.

One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Cooky
Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched "STOP!" he shouted in a
firm
voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"
Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and
held
it up to him. "OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.

As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold
popped
out in front of her and shouted, "STOP!
Have you got proof of insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled
out a
drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said, "Carry on,
ma'am."

As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Crazy Craig
stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding a very sizable
erection in
his hand.
"Oh, good grief," said Ethel, "Not the breathalyser again!"

Some humour from the late, great George Carlin:

On our similarities.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgps85scy1g