afrikan-mapambano:

Happy Killing of Captain Cook Day!

“On February 14, 1779 Captain James Cook of the british royal navy was killed by natives in Kealakekua Bay, on the Big Island of Hawaii. Cook was a true savage, who sailed across the world bringing murder, rape, disease, and colonialism to native peoples all over the Pacific.

When he was killed, Cook was trying to kidnap the Hawaiian Aliʻi (tribal chief) Kalaniʻōpuʻu in response to an unknown person stealing a small boat. In the process, he had threatened to open fire on the islanders.

At this point, the Hawaiians decided
they had enough of Cook’s bullshit, threatened with mass murder and the kidnapping of one of their tribal leaders, the Hawaiian islanders finally gave this piece of shit what he deserved: a beatdown on the beach, and a knife to the chest. This put an end to a lifetime of predatory behavior and conquest of lands in the service to the british empire.

So how about instead of celebrating a boring consumerist holiday like Valentine’s Day, we celebrate something awesome, like the death of Captain Cook …”

my mum made a fb post saying “have a happy public holiday” for invasion day and saying ‘sorry for anyone who feels sad about today’ like oh my god there’s been so many jokes about ‘invaslia day’ and how both celebrating and mourning invasion at the same time is basically standing for nothing. but real people are actually, doing this. of course

clitcheese:

hey the only reason we think of dingos as wild animals is because so many of them were left without their humans after colonisation collapsed so many indigenous societies. they have all the characteristics of domestication and were a part of indigenous societies as pets and hunting dogs. they’re just regular dogs that white people made homeless on a continental scale

as soon as i wrote this i realised i need a disclaimer; pls don’t keep them as a pet unless you’re actually an expert, you can’t keep them inside and they have a completely different set of behaviours to regular dogs and they’re apparently a huge and dangerous pain in the ass when they decide it’s time to breed. while they’re domesicated dogs they’re an offshoot that’s completely different to anything you’re used to when you think of regular dogs. please don’t get your baby ate bc of me

hey the only reason we think of dingos as wild animals is because so many of them were left without their humans after colonisation collapsed so many indigenous societies. they have all the characteristics of domestication and were a part of indigenous societies as pets and hunting dogs. they’re just regular dogs that white people made homeless on a continental scale

australian gothic

devilrie:

– we all refer to the prime minister by their first name. we know them well, and they know us. all of us.

– there’s a man on the street corner who never leaves. “just waiting for a mate,” he says. you realise he is on every corner, of every street.

– you are swooped by a magpie in the same place, at the same time, every single day. “it’s swooping season!” says your neighbour. it has always been swooping season.

– sometimes you hear a woman whispering late at night – or early in the morning. “rage” she hisses. “rage”.

– the prime minister never seems to last long and often disappears through no discernible democratic process. one of them eats a raw onion in an attempt to assimilate. he is gone by morning, replaced by another.