“CAPILLARY ACTION fucktards, in both the soil acting as a climbing wick from the water in the base, & the veins of the plant itself, THAT’S what moves water from lake eyre & its dry rivers once you siphon ocean to them, aided ALSO by capillary action in existing plants there, & their faster growth & more successful propagation once they HAVE more water, ps, osmotic filtration”
yo, dumbfux, try a simple experiment, next time you forget to water your houseplants, & they’r a bit wilted in dry soil? & you tip a drop of water into the saucer bit their pot stands in? & the soil gets wet on top a few minutes later?, & the plant gets staunch again? that’s CAPILLARY ACTION fucktards, in both the soil acting as a climbing wick from the water in the base, & the veins of the plant itself, THAT’S what moves water from lake eyre & its dry rivers once you siphon ocean to them, aided ALSO by capillary action in existing plants there, & their faster growth & more successful propagation once they HAVE more water, ps, osmotic filtration through the sand & rock around the lake & rivers also FRESHENS the water the further it leaches away from them through the sand, plus, the more plants? the more ground-cover? the more transpiration & evaporation? the COOLER the sand gets, the cooler the sand gets, & the less it heats the air above it via radiated & reflected heat & sunlight? the lower the clouds can get, & the more moisture than can gather, & the more rain they can drop, AND the more sunlight they can shade the sand from, also assisting in more plant growth, which ALSO via it’s root systems drops the water table thus reducing salinity, just ask your flaming pastoralists, oh wait, no, THEY do the OPPOSITE, they KILL all the trees to put grass in & CAUSE massive salinity problems, in exchange one might be tempted to surmise, for stopping oz spreading out away from easily poisoned city water, &, of course, for govt grants of MORE “replacement” land to FUCKUP & “subsidies” to cover “land lost to salinity” wake tha fuck up you pig fkn ignorant antipodean pissant corgi yokels.
oh, & again, to you gutless motherfucker asio, miffy, missy, cia, ns fkn a etc, get over yourselves ya maggot corgi retards, you KNOW you’r 1st against the wall when the Revolution hits, cease & desist scumbags, cease & fkn desist.
Let me just make a few things perfectly clear here, since i 1st started solo wandering swamplands from about age 4 i’v been paying attention to the way the Australian eco-system works, i learned to read at a young age, to the point that in grade 1 i had finished all the books in the class library, was a member in good standing of the town library & had unlimited access to the books in every other class library grades 2-7, & the school library, & could wander through the other classes any time i’d finished my given work before class finished, ie, most of the time, i was tested in grade 4 to have a reading comprehension level equivalent to that of an 18+ year old uni student, & had read copiously even by then, including your “ol’faves” the hobbit & the lord of the rings trilogy (boring as batshit incidentally, no Chicks, a bit too “boys own” if you get my drift), my main readings (after a childhood interest of a year or 2 of voraciously devouring & comparing various religious texts & folk lore) were the sciences, by the time i was nearing upper primary school i had finished basically everything in the school’s resources, & had graduated to 4 library cards at the town library, each allowing me 3 books at a time, with access to all areas of that library, & no limit on how many times i took out & returned & took out more books each week (or day for that matter) all privileges of which i took full advantage through the remainder of primary school & on through high school, which brought with it yet another library, which i also set about “devouring”, (a “quite” fkn HIGH iq) both by taking out books in bulk, & by spending any spare time “speed scanning” more, after school, & various new freedoms (of which fucking was probably my main fave for a few years, a few hours or so every day keeps you fit) i began wandering around Australia, mostly on foot working farms, building sites, gold claims etc, from the south west through the gold fields & northern gold fields, out to the Kimberleys for walks through boab “forests”, into the northern territory (probably my favorite part of any good walk, that 1st glimpse each time of the rocks & “cliffs” before victoria river as you 1st walk in from west oz) because you know Katherine ain’t “far”, all the while checking out the different facets of the Natural eco-system, how it’s changed since my last walk there in a different season etc, checking out the man-made catchments & dams stretching out around northern wa, etc, etc, et fkn cetera, & to put all of this knowledge, hard won to the point of my having been dead on a dozen occasions (i once thought of changing my goal from giving australia a FUTURE to “the travellers’ guide to intensive care wards of australia”) into developing a plan to put PEOPLES in the “driving seat” of Australia again instead of the (even at that point in time) all too evident scammers in the “get rich quick” poms looting australia category, (anyone remember even 1/4 acre blocks? or has the fluoride calmed your rabbity little nerves into rabbity little rabbit hutches already, gee y’all must LURVE your friendly neighborhood pom slumlords ey?), which i proceeded to do, & to give y’all these perfectly workable ideas, designed to benefit y’all & your Kids & their Kids ad infinitum, & then to note that you braindead gormless corgi greedtard fuckups are more concerned with snuffling more truffles from pom arseholes than even contemplating having a fkn go at DOING something USEFUL, as opposed to keeping the english economy afloat by helping them loot the country in exchange for thee schmackos & chew bones they chuck y’all in exchange for digging holes in the sandpit or pushmailing jokes to eachother from your office cubicle playpens is quite the annoyance, ie, you spineless pissant yokels, that quite frankly, couldn’t for the most part organize a fuck in the brothel y’all were scraped off of the walls of & flung into test-tubes from, can all go fuck your pathetic selves into some wimp “paradise” of soma & sopa, you are simply not worth my even giving the slightest inkling of the consideration of potentially maybe possibly even giving a half a flying fuck about, now go cry to your daddios you fucktard motherfucking hicks, so, once more, from the top kiddies, as Arlo Guthrie mentions in his “Alice’s Restaurant massacree”, “i ain’t tired, i ain’t proud either, we’l just wait for it to come around again on the gee-tawr, & then i want y’all to sing right along”….