Lucky Luke
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Laws mean that a person is not free to do as they wish. Anarchy is a free society. Not one id like to live in.
I'm not sure another country does have all those. None i can think of off the top of my head. Anyone?
Aussies do love a good pub meal, good coffee and food in general. We are lucky with the amount of good food we produce and good chefs are treated nearly like rock stars.
Floods provide water to the interior and the many inland lakes that birds flock to that only see water every few years. They also clean out rivers and creeks and gully's along with estuaries. Often managing huge natural events is not good for the many living things, both animal and flora and fauna that has survived for tens if not thousands or hundreds of thousands of years. People have been living in OZ for 60,000 plus years and we know the flood areas but people still choose to live there. The Murray Darling is badly managed and perhaps the worst managed river in Australia. Three states who just do nothing but argue about the water.
When i lived in the Kimberly the wet season floods would travel hundreds of kilometers over the plains and when they meet the 10 meter ocean tides (2nd largest tides in the world) the spread was crazy. Was amazing watching what was dessert and just dry red dirt becoming a wet lake and/or ocean for as far as the eye can see.
Not sure how my last comment was anti American. Its something we get taught in English when we do debating back in school. Im sure everyone would of learnt something similar.
I'll leave you with a Poem. If your not into poems then the last two paragraphs is worth reading.
My Country – I love a sunburnt country
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
Dorothea Mackellar
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A little over two years ago a receptionist in Mudgee wanted to convince me it was the same (floods, bushfires) as 100 years ago and nothing to do with climate change. He brought up an old poem as if it was evidence. I thought it had a bridge in it though. Two days later hundreds of miles south I saw it being parroted with the same look republicans get when they think they get to “own the libs”? True story. What are the odds… well, I’m thinking pretty big. I’m thinking climate change disaster deniers don’t have any good arguments and that poem hasn’t had as many readers in the past 2 years as it has in it’s entire existence before that. That or Australians are really into poems. 
