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This creature won Australian of the year:<br><br>
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<p>NZ should have invaded while he was in charge. We could have just told him that his troops fighting us 'hurt our feelings' and gave us trigger warnings and he would have ordered a general surrender.</p>
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<p>NZ should have invaded while he was in charge. We could have just told him that his troops fighting us 'hurt our feelings' and gave us trigger warnings and he would have ordered a general surrender.</p>
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<p>Do they have any oil in that desert?</p>
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<p>It's all just red sand and fuckers who talk through their noses isn't it?</p>
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<p>This creature won Australian of the year:<br><br><a data-ipb='nomediaparse' href='http://blogs.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/timblair/index.php/dailytelegraph/comments/the_latest_bad_word/'>http://blogs.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/timblair/index.php/dailytelegraph/comments/the_latest_bad_word/</a></p>
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<p>Perfect example of how politicians make it to the top in a peacetime army.</p> -
Oh dear, who could have possibly seen this coming?
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I only knew Barbara very vaguely in passing, but she lived an amazing life of service that shouldn't be lost in the daily news dross/cycle. It's a well written obituary from the Waikato Times
(I'd recommend the whole story as a great read about 'another side' of the refugee conversation, but this part at the very least):
The woman they knew as the "mother of the refugees", who had personally met them at Mangere Refugee Resettlement Centre, who knew each one of them by name, who helped them into Hamilton homes, who had taken them for frightening breast health checks and Winz appointments, paid for their driving lessons, fought to reunite families, who had been there to applaud as their children graduated from polytechnic and university, and who had attended their children's weddings, had left them.
Barbara's memorial gathering at the Migrant Resource Centre following a private family service, was packed to the gunnels with a polyglot diaspora who had come to bear testimony to her near-40 years of selfless work among the dispossessed, the scared, and the desperate. National costumes from five continents rubbed against the suits of MPs and city councillors while perhaps a dozen languages rattled the walls.
"Barbara," noted one, "was what a refugee with a broken heart needed." In an outpouring of grief and gratitude, one refugee after another stood to address Barbara's husband Doug (widely known as "Mr Barbara") and members of the family. There was a Swahili song, a Burmese prayer, a Columbian tribute in tearful Spanish, a lengthy and fluent greeting in Maori delivered by a French speaker from Congo-Brazzaville.
They testified that Barbara and Doug's door had never been closed to them, that it was not unusual for cars to queue down the long ROW to the couple's modest Enderley home, even, as one speaker noted, at the "Somali time" of 11pm.
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Edge of a New Land: A lengthy but interesting read on the journey of refugee resettlement in NZ over the first three months.
“This sport is very important in New Zealand,” said the male teacher, holding up a picture of an oval object. “Rrrrr…?”
“Ball!” a child shouted.
Rrrrrrrrrruu…?” said the teacher.Silence from the mat.
“Rrrrrrrrrugby!” said the teacher.
“Rugby!” shouted the children, successfully indoctrinated in so-called New Zealand culture.
The teaching style seemed very different from back in Pakistan, said Hibbah, who’d been watching Attia on the mat. It was much less strict. It looked like much more fun."Over three months, Stuff journalists Adam Dudding and Chris McKeen followed a family of refugees from Pakistan as they arrived in New Zealand and went through an immigration experience unlike any other in the world – a six-week assessment and support programme that is also a kind of crash-course in being a Kiwi."
