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Les MacFarlane C.M.G. of Moroak: Cattleman, politician and racist?

Les MacFarlane C.M.G. of Moroak: Cattleman, politician and racist?

Mr MacFarlane has now confirmed this belief ... Mr MacFarlane's response which is intimidatory, arrogant, overbearing and in no way becoming a Member of Parliament. We do not believe that such a man should hold the office of Speaker of Parliament, an office to which the qualities of an unbiased and fairminded character are normally attributed.

Strange Fruit. The Dingo trees of Western Queensland

Strange Fruit. The Dingo trees of Western Queensland

The "War on the Dingo" approach to population 'management' is a punitive, uncoordinated, expensive and devastatingly ineffective folly. There are better ways of managing Dingoes in the landscape. We just haven't worked out what they are and how to apply them yet.

When drought stalks the land, graziers become rent-seekers and bone collectors

When drought stalks the land, graziers become rent-seekers and bone collectors

Bad news from the west - Western Queensland: Pasture condition is generally poor across the area and stock are requiring supplements. Stock condition is generally poor across the area. An increasing number of livestock are in a condition that is less than required for trucking

Farewell to a tableland drifter. Joe Davey, 1965-2013

Farewell to a tableland drifter. Joe Davey, 1965-2013

A guest post from Darwin historian Kerry Gardiner about a big man, who came from big-sky country and made a big and glorious noise.

Hats off at the Brunette Downs races and rodeo

Hats off at the Brunette Downs races and rodeo

One easy way to pick a real ringer - rather than the wanna-be's, usedtobe's or nevercouldbe'sbuttryinghard's - in a crowd is to look for the amount of cow shit stains on his or her hat - if it has a generous spray of shit from brim to brow then they are most likely a real ringer - or stole the hat off one.

A Western Arrernte song poem about rain

A Western Arrernte song poem about rain

Bedrizzled with rain he sits without a move; Among the rippling waters he sits without a move. Bedrizzled with rain, a reddish glow overspreads him; Among the rippling waters a reddish glow overspreads him. The sky is clouded with water-moss; The sky sends down scattered showers.