Fellow Rogues...

It struck me that our very own little Rogue Nation is in itself, a very diverse International Community.

We may come together via this humble website, but we hail from many different cultures, nationalities and locations around the globe (across the plane if you're a Flat-Earther!).

This interests me very much, and in these recent times of lock-down due to the Global Coronavirus Pandemic 2020, I began to think... What better time to travel with our minds, to take a break from the Doom & Gloom, the viruses, pandemics, and the politics... and to spread our wings in flights of fancy.... (or fantasy?) to the far-away lands that our fellow Rogues call "Home" (when not skulking around these hallowed halls!)?

As many of you will know, I hail from Bonny Scotland.

Which geographically is the most Northerly 1/3rd of mainland Britain with a few thousand islands thrown in for good measure.
Scotland is famed for its amazing natural beauty and its warm & hearty welcome.
It is a small country, but boasts a huge variety of climates and habitats, from white sandy beaches, through ancient forests and sweeping lowland/grassland hills & valleys, to majestic & rugged Highland mountains and glens, with vibrant Cities & Towns contrasting sleepy rural villages.

It enjoys a long and proud history, with ancient standing stones (older than Stonehenge), medieval castles & keeps, battles-a-plenty, and a strong, vibrant cultural identity. World-renowned food & drink, entertainment, sport....
I could go on and on.....
BUT I think I'll let some video footage do the talking.

Here is my land.
This is Scotland.
I'll show you mine,
Now, Show me Yours!






G

@"Allaroundyou" 

Hello to You and the other new member I just approved before you, DAMN I forgot their user name.
Please come in and enjoy, there is the Shout Box on the front page you can use if you need help or just ask and we have this area. Learn Our Board
with pictures,,,, I think those were for me.

Hi @"Raggedyman" 

Welcome to Rogue Nation.

Explore, Enjoy! and if there's anything you need - just ask!
(There's a handy Shoutbox on the front page where you can chat live to the mods/admins and other members)

Have Fun!

G

I hope he bites off more than he can chew.  

Quote:Black Lives Matter activist Shaun King called Monday for the removal of statues, murals and stained glass windows that depict Jesus as a “white European,” which he claimed “are a form of white supremacy.”

“Yes, I think the statues of the white European they claim is Jesus should also come down,” King, a former surrogate on Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders’s 2020 presidential campaign, wrote on Twitter. “They are a form of white supremacy. Always have been.”

King’s targeting of religious artwork comes as various activist groups have moved beyond tearing down Confederate statues and are now calling for the removal of other historical monuments.

Quote:Future historians looking back on the COVID-19 epidemic will likely record two U.S. domestic crises, one physical and the other psychological. The first we already know: the spread of a potentially lethal virus forcing a countrywide shutdown in order to slow the rate of infection.

The second, soon to be painfully obvious, will stem from the sharp rise in government debt needed to support struggling businesses and unemployed workers during the shutdown. $3.8 trillion in 2020 alone, and more than $2.1 trillion in 2021.

Link

This should be good as Democrats look for anything that wiggles to trap Trump ?

Fauci and some other "experts" have been giving out conflicting advice and opinions since this whole debacle started.

Lets see who gets "targeted" this time 

Quote:A House committee will hear testimony on Tuesday from key Trump administration officials who have been working on the response to the coronavirus pandemic, including Dr. Anthony Fauci, one of the nation's leading infectious disease experts. This hearing will be a hybrid of in-person and remote.

Fauci, Food and Drug Administration commissioner Dr. Stephen Hahn, assistant Health Secretary Admiral Brett Giroir and Centers for Disease Control director Dr. Robert Redfield will testify Tuesday before the House Energy and Commerce Committee hearing on the administration's response to the coronavirus pandemic.

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/fauci-testi...020-06-23/

So, the mayor of Seattle is calling for an end to the occupation.  Seems a couple of shootings wrecked it for their reputation.

I'm taking bets she'll make use of the crisis as another reason to get rid of guns.

Quote:Andre Taylor, who founded of the anti-police-shooting organization Not This Time! after his brother was killed by Seattle police in 2016, said Monday that he had warned protest organizers that the city would need to retake the area because of the violence.

Quote:“That CHOP area is attracting this kind of activity and it’s unsafe,” Taylor said in a Facebook video.
“I told them, ‘All those people that were supporting you guys, they’re going to start walking away from you, especially all those white people that were following you...
They don’t want to be associated with any part of that violence.”

Hi @"TNMockingbird"

Welcome to our wee patch of Roguishness!  ((((Birdy)))))


Glad that you found us.
You'll see a few familiar faces here.
Make yourself at home and if you need anything - just ask!
There is a handy Shoutbox on the front page for chatting LIVE to the mods/admins and other members.

Explore & Enjoy.

Gx

I dream every night.
Visions of my past,
stalk my darkened sight.
I dread flaking on my bed,
then waking up,
turning my head.

Oh god!
What have I done.
I've missed something, failed.
Eyes open, the nightmare has won.
Up I rise again,
For reflection.

Central Australia, either at or about 1850.

Warm, warmer than usual in late spring in the desert following heavy winter rains. Greenery abounded. Early blooms had produced an abundance of native fruit. On this cloudless day, Cjunala and his eldest son were walking gently, carefully upon the rocky terrain up a rise, flatfooted against the a slight northern breeze. Cjunala called quietly to Cjinaja while sniffing the breeze. "Slow, slow, Cjinaja." Making eye contact with his son communicated that no more chatter or noise of sorts will be had between the two. The son was now to remain behind his father and copy the taller mans every move.

His father carried 2 spear and a woomera and was deft at accuracy to 60 running paces. The son managed a large club for dispatching all manner of mammals, birds or lizards. Approaching a ridge crest the leader lowered his stature to below that of the mulga and spinfex gaining a good view of the gully below. Across to his left he could see Ballabal creek still flowing in criss cross patterns over the sand and silt. And yes, as he knew, there were many kangaroo. Big man one kangaroo with many woman and girl kangaroo spread out along the gully mixing with the tall grasses and keeping shade amongst larger mulga and gumtree. Just one would suffice to feed his family who were gathering berries and desert fruit further up the creek.

A rehearsed plan for Cjunala was outlined in silence to his son. The use of his lips, brows and eyes translated his very moves and what reaction Cjinaja was to take.

While observing the mob below Cjunala could see a sudden unease ripple through the family of kangaroo. Ears were twitching. At first Cjunala thought he had been discovered but he followed the gaze of the mob to his left and could see another sun like light gaining in intensity just above the horizon. There was black smoke too. The object impacted the desert ground about a mile west of the water course. Much fire followed by a resounding boom. The big noisy thing jumped up! It came down again. Boom. Smaller fire again before it rolled into the creek silt. Of course the mob below scattered up the gully. Not ten paces away one kangaroo backflipped when it saw the man and his son causing it to fall with a resounding crack. Not according to his father's plan Cjinaja sprang over the ridge and was upon the hapless animal and clubbed the kick out of it.

Cjunala had a brief thought and vision. This was meant to happen. His son was man now, important. The big thing from the sky had delivered food for the next day. He walked to his son, "Heh heh hee." Placed his free hand on Cjinaja's shoulder. "Good man, good man." Both then turned their gaze to the object in Ballabal Creek. Spinifex was burning along direct lines from were the thing had bounced and rolled. Eagle and kite were arriving, diving outside the flames for small lizards and mammals. The thing itself was steaming in the shallows. There were some pieces shining but this big egg was shattered. The father balanced the roo upon the sons shoulders and the pair made their way quickly towards the burning spinifex. Trained eyes could already see lizard running from the flames.

Crossing the creek over silt and rubble. Both men placed their implements and the roo on the ground. Cjunala speared the dead roo into the softer ground, gathered some fresh gum leaved branches and covered the carcass. He then selected the woomera and along with Cjinaja wielding the club ran and scouted outside the fire line upwind. Sure enough, goanna, young turkey, bilby and other numerous ground dwellers were zigzagging through the low scrub. Both men killed and collected an assortment, yelling gleefully and holding up each catch until they could no longer account for and carry anymore.

Arriving back at the kangaroo the pair placed their kills under the leaves. Laughing in celebration the father and son realized there would be food for a week now and they would have to return to the camp and have the women and younger ones come back to help them carry the lot back. At about 100 walking paces, the broken thing in the creek was still lightly steaming. Father looked to the sky, "We have time to thank this egg then return." The older man and the new man collected their weapons, the roo and some goanna and walked to the object. Cool water flowed over their ankles prompting them to drink keeping eyes on the shining egg. The thing was taller than the men and about 8 paces long. They stopped about five paces away. "Big big egg" said the father. "it's from big big bird!" "Ah!!! there is someone crying." The shiny and burnt patched oval egg was split from apex to apex. Indeed, there was a resounding cry or whipering coming from inside. "Might be spirit", said Cjinaja.

It was at this point the stronger women and one other young boy could be heard calling out. The family approached from the camp direction. The men yelled and waved as they could and made their way to the women, who, instinctively were a little apprehensive of the scene. There was much banter and Cjunala explained the situation. This was repeated and corroborated by Cjinaja. Big story for a long time, maybe forever. In the background the whimpering within the split shell grew louder. The men handed their kills to the women and with the spears, woomera and club tentatively walked over and peered inside the split egg thing. Cjunala whispered, "There is someone, little child, we should help." With that he reached in and pulled on the upper limb of the child. The child squarked like a bush turkey scaring the man momentarily.  Cjunala had to unwrap the small being from covers and lifted it through the crack. Tragically he dropped it into the water from sheer astonishment. It was like nothing he'd seen. The entourage stood wide eyed and gaping around him. The child body was the colour of dark clouds and had eyes like goanna. There was no nose but a mouth was gasping. Poor thing was thin, no hair but still had an outer skin covering body and limbs. The older woman Cnungari, wife of Cjunala ran and picked the child up out of the shallows, She said loudly, "We gotta help it." With that all of the family there set to making up a shelter with branches and leaves. Cnungari sat under the shelter cradling the being. Rocking gently and lightly singing.

The men moved camp to this location bringing the old and young ones. Fires burnt around the perimeter while Cnungari sang through the night. At sunrise she commenced wailing. The being was cold and dead. The others joined in unison.

The being was placed in the sacred hills about a days walk from Ballabal Greek. There was much sadness for this visitor from the sky. But life goes on. Ballabal Creek flooded many times and changed course over the next 150 years and the remains the big egg were buried beneath the soft silt and rubble. Later overgrown by the native vegetation. The story is remembered in song which is still sung in locale classrooms to this day.