It’s been a few years now since I was in Australia, but one of the outstanding memories I have of that isolated land is the aboriginal people. I’ve traveled a fair amount of our planet and met a pretty good variety of native peoples, and they were all pretty much the same in terms of intelligence. Different cultures and ways of doing things, different skin colors and facial shapes and so forth, but people all over seem to be generally about the same mentally. Except for Australian aborigines.
Aborigine is a relative term. Africans are aboriginal because they evolved there. The first Australian peoples arrived there from somewhere else, about 40,000 or 50,000 years ago, near as anyone can figure. My best guess on how they got there is that there was a huge tsunami that swept up their little coastal settlement and carried a few of them, along with a mass of coconut trees and other debris, way out to sea on the wave’s rebound. Most likely they came from New Guinea, which is very close to Australia and there’s a strong physical resemblance to the natives there.
That their ocean passage was purely accidental is obvious by the fact that the first ones were the only ones to make it across, and I bet DNA testing would tell us that there was only one couple. That’s because you never saw any single population of people anywhere who all looked exactly alike. There’s almost no genetic diversity between them even after 50,000 years. The first couples children were having sex with each other and probably the parents were having sex with their children. Generation after generation, incest must have become the norm out of necessity, and the result today is the stupidest single human type on the entire planet.
Today, the only intelligent “aborigines” are actually the half-breed offspring that have resulted from matings with white settlers. While there I attended a number of shows and displays of abo culture, in which they proudly demonstrated their brutish nature and minimal skills. They can throw a spear quite well but never learned to knap stones into spearheads and other tools, and they never invented the bow and arrow. They learned how to make music by blowing into a hollow stick, like you would a bugle. They say the sticks were hollowed out by ants, because they can’t tell the difference between ants and termites. They learned that a flat, curved stick will come back to you if thrown right. That’s it. They never learned how to make fire or clothing.
They told me how superior their form of law was to the white man’s, When someone broke a taboo they would tie the person to a tree and then smash both his or her collar bones with the edge of a big flat sword-like board. If the person was able to use their useless arms to free themselves before the dingoes ate them alive, they could return to the village and start over. Of course, they’d never be able to throw a spear or do anything else useful again and would die anyway. That’s “superior” abo justice.
Pureblood Australian aboriginals are lazy, brutish and stupid and the bottom rung of humanity. So why am I going on about this? Well, here it is, another Sunday, and I’m still waiting for the Russians to kill something Turkish and meanwhile, what’s the point of knowing how to type if I don’t type something? Huh?