//It is obvious the Muslims are among them feeding the Arab hate of the Bowfour disposition of Palestine so suggest equivalent of a Jizz tax for not being Black on their land.//

O....kay.

Still, I don't like the sound of this 'jizz' tax (giggle).

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jizz
http://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/jizz

For one thing, it's unfair that only half the population will be taxed. Although Peter the Great did implement a beard tax, which is in a similar sort of vein. I'm also deeply concerned about how the tax will be implemented: I don't want the taxman watching me conduct myself in the solo symphony. And finally, studies have shown that the regular jizzing reduces the risk of prostate cancer, and that jizzing plays a fundamental role in human reproduction*. This tax could lead to negative impacts on public health, and a decline in birth rates.

Are you sure you don't mean 'jizya', Josephus?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jizya

*[citation needed]

Jan 26 when the first fleet landed was one of the few really pivotal moments in Australian history. The ships arrived from 18th to the 20th of Jan and settlement was formalized on the 26th when the flag was planted and possession of the land taken. On the 26th there was no conflict with the natives, and none of the killings or brutality that the black arm band brigade weep and wail about, in fact Phillip went out of his way to maintain amicable relations with the aboriginal people.

So in short, the black arm band brigade want to stop the celebration of the foundation of Australia and everything that followed. Moving the date is the thin edge of the wedge.

We celebrate all sorts of days of the People that immigrated to Australia. The 26th. is when we celebrate the bringing of Civilization to Australia. Although by todays standards you wouldn't call our ancestors fully civilized. Going by the Political Correctness Standards of today 'n all. So I don't see anything wrong with leaving the Whitefella Celebration at the 26th.

Australia could have an Aboriginal Peoples Day, like everyone else's day. It could be on Sorry Day. We could celebrate all things Aboriginal. As I said before, dance around naked covered in white acrylic paint eating roast wallaby whole, unskinned,& unguttered (dressed,) cooked over open coals. Maybe some Porcupine & Snake too.

Really, I think it's all about reparation money. But, who would be entitled to collect the money. It would have to be a direct descendent of someone who was massacred. They would have to prove that they were a direct descendent, of course. Now the Lawyers would step in. Those people that were killed because they committed a crime descendants would be ineligible, naturally.

I have worked out a reparation scheme.

Let's say we make $100000 for each person massacred 200 years ago. That $100000 would go to his wife. Lose 25% for the next Generation & 50% for each succeeding Generation. These children have passed on (died)& we are now down to about the 10th. Generation from there. That works out at about 3050 descendants per person massacred. Dividing about $3180 (10th. Generation) between each of the 3050 descendants works out at about $1.05 each, hardly seems worth worrying about, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?.

Hi Jayb,

Aboriginal people who want to change the Date could try May 27th and spend the entire day naked in the open air, carrying out new-found ceremonies. Others can rug up and watch respectfully.

As for reparations: yes, many of those people massacred by Whites would have direct descendants - that's why it would be important to examine rumoured massacre sites and identify the DNA in the bones of those so brutally taken. That DNA would be in the genomes of present-day Aboriginal people, so clearly those people could make legitimate claims, as you suggest. That's why there is such unceasing clamour for archaeologists and forensic scientists to carry out thorough site investigations, eventually at ALL suspected massacre sites.

Genuine reconciliation demands no less.

Joe

Dear Loudmouth,

I have no doubt that sexual abuse plays a part in the figures just as I have no doubt it plays a part in many small towns were the rural youth suicide rates can be well over 5 times the norm.

It is a challenge in many small communities, black and white, were people are prepared to look the other way and where a pathway to reporting sexual abuse is not clear or doesn't exist at all. The culture through the late 70s and most of the 80s in small country towns, especially around the local football club, was quite permissive toward non-consensual sex, even of minors. In the town I grew up there were quite well know instances of forced sex by celebrity footballers being 'managed' by police and club administrators to a conclusion via monies being paid to victims who understandably couldn't see much future in being outwardly shamed in a small community.

Just like any of these small communities in Australia, again black or white, without proper policing the predators will hold sway. This obviously includes church communities where by their very nature those in power find the means to abuse those within their care/reach easier and where there is far less likely of censure.

Law and order with decent social services make a huge difference and where some churches like the Catholic and Anglican varieties as well as some towns controlled by powerful tribal families are prone to reject 'outside interference and scrutiny then abuse occurs often unchecked.

Wouldn't you agree?

Dear Shadow Minister,

Good lord mate, you really have become a boring old fart. You pop in every now and again and read out of the alt-right playbook then sit back with some self-serving smirk as though your work here is done.

How on earth do you managed to keep doing it? Is you soul that bloody withered that this is all you can manage? You even used the term “the black arm band brigade”.

Come on old chap why don't you try again. Why not explain why you are so attached to the date you just can't bear to see it change. Tell us how your raise a glass and shed a tear just thinking about that boat crunching into the sand at Sydney Cove. Tell us how your breast swells with pride and you buttocks clench at the thought of the Australian flag being thrust aloft proclaiming ownership not just over what could be seen but over all the continent. Tell us even how the strains of advanced Australia Fair echoed off the cliffs and how the indigenous hordes raised their spears and beat their boomerangs in time with that magnificent chorus.

You can do it mate, I know you can.