You seem to equate understanding of the following gibberish with being a Nazi. So how come YOU know what it means?
Sorry, but no-one in my family ever spoke anything other than Aussie English (apart from a bit of secondary-school French) during my lifetime. I don't know any of my family's pre-Australian history except for the few tiny fragments I have mentioned previously when specifically asked. My mother's paternal grandparents came from (or through?) Dusseldorff in the early 1800s. That is the extent of my knowledge of their pre-Australian existence. Another maternal ancestor of my father was named Marx. Possibly originally from Germany, but we don't know. They could have spent generations anywhere else in the world, including England or Argentina before they came here, for all I know.
My father, otoh, had a rich repertoire of Aussie tales but no knowledge whatever of his Scottish ancestry to talk about. Many of his yarns were acquired during his first-hand experience as a drover and (later) his career as a motor mechanic and well-drilling contractor who was recalled from the army by a pebreastion from locals who claimed they could not keep supplying the army with meat for want of his help in maintaining their outback water supplies.
My mother's folktales had a more European (more likely English or Irish than German) flavour. That merely means they came from further back in time and had survived by word of mouth long after the original sources were forgotten. That is the true meaning of folklore and culture. Without such a mode of transmission across generations, illiterate people (like your sporadically and opportunistically championed Aborigines) could not have maintained their folk knowledge long enough for charlatans like you to appoint yourselves its editors.
