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Tasmania Wool of the sheep in Tasmania is full of soot a fire has destroyed the farms they belonged to. They have gone feral now grazing where there is any grass left… In a country where insensitive incomers stupidly killed off the Tasmanian tiger, sheep are safe, no predators, but man. Tasmania, this land of bungalows, sheep and white immigrants seeking an Eden sans fear, then came the big fire and people had to flee into the sea to avoid getting burned. I was in Hobart once, it must be classed as the most boring town in the world; and to my utter disgust they sold margarine made of sheep´s fat. Think of if fish & chips cooked in THAT FAT. People who live in a secure society do not improve their culinary taste or and their culture ,tend to be provincial and they love fat sheep meat; an adoration which is typical for a people who lives in a cultural cocoon.

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Date: 1/28/2013 4:28:00 PM
She must be very sorry now. I meant long long ago about the Tasmanians.
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Date: 1/28/2013 8:20:00 AM
Jan - Thanks for a snapshot look at a little Tasmanian history through Google. I understand your point about decimation being the result of selfish imposition. I know you will be mad, but isn't it more complicated than that in the long run? love, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 1/28/2013 12:17:00 PM
Tasmania is a middle class society where little people live in small houses and nothing gets created. A also met a girl in Hobart and she did let me kiss her...and now i have got my regenge, fifty years late.

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