Australians are struggling with cost-of-living pressures and a brutal rental crisis. As such, it seemed like a good time for our globalist prime minister to pop out and pick up Indian—tens of thousands of them, to be exact. Anthony Albanese, who has a beer named […]Indians
As the Albanese Government throws open our borders following the debacle of the global pandemic, they’re beckoning unprecedented numbers of immigrants and international students. Australians are jostling to find rental properties and are unable to meet soaring living costs. Despite defying common sense, Albanese couldn’t […]Rental Crisis
News of former United Patriots Front founder Shermon “The Great Aussie Patriot” Burgess’s conversion to Islam has broken. Crikey announced that he has taken his Shahada, or Islamic oath. Cooee. For the majority of Burgess’s public career (sic), he styled himself as the great opponent […]Australian Nationalism Feature Islam
Australians are struggling with cost-of-living pressures and a brutal rental crisis. As such, it seemed like a good time for our globalist prime minister to pop out and pick up Indian—tens of thousands of them, to be exact. Anthony Albanese, who has a beer named […]Indians
Anthony Albanese, who has a beer named after him, fled Australia and touched down in the Indian city of Ahmedabad, which resembles any Australian city in that it’s full of Indians. There he was treated to a “rapturous welcome”, at least according to our liberal media, which loves him.
Airbus Albo’s latest jaunt is to ensure that Australia will soon become a second India, with tens of thousands more Indians expected to help worsen our cost-of-living, rental crisis, and choking public transport system as a result of his tour. This might not sit well with the other alien constituency that eyes Australia as its prize—the Chinese. It may not prove too popular with Australians either, although we’re way down his list of priorities.
This is the “radical change to immigration policy” that we had to have, what with the shadow of the White Australia Policy still looming large in the minds of globalist leftists and Aboriginal activists.
The purpose of Albanese’s visit is to extend the hand of friendship to the Indian prime minister Narendra Modi, although not his left hand because that’s considered offensive to Indians. They use their left clapper to wipe their bottom over there, so it’s not the done thing.
America’s Australian prime minister’s visit to the western state of Gujarat is to break the good news that he plans to allow Indians unfettered access to work here. What a top bloke. Under the plan, Australia and India would reciprocally recognise each country’s education qualifications, such as bachelor’s degrees, high school certificates, postgraduate honours, and anything that is educational and linked to skills.
One of the touted benefits is that we’ll have even more Indian doctors, meaning, our healthcare system will soon be completely Indian. That’s good news for women that like being groped by randy and sexually repressed Indian GPs who’re used to treating females like rabid dogs. It’s also excellent news if you want to heighten your chances of suffering a medical mishap since India’s universities rank in the 200-300s globally.
But for those racists out there who have a problem with this, bear in mind Indians love cricket. The new Australians will be sure to barrack for India whenever our two countries get together at our prestigious cricket grounds. Pretty soon, there’ll be even more Indian cricketers on the Australian side and you won’t be able to tell either team apart.
Recently, we wrote about Australians being displaced in rental accommodation in favour of international students. That’s just the start because soon we’ll have the honour of being turned out to accommodate a Punjabi doctor with a leg fetish. Where once beef and lamb fragranced the living room the entire street will be scented with the exotic aromas of Indian spices and jasmine rice.
Professor Tim Harcourt is the chief economist with the University of Technology Sydney’s Institute for Public Policy and Governance. But it’s not just his title that’s impressive and convoluted, so is his attitude to the Indian invasion—he’s cock-a-hoop.
He told The Daily Mail, “Regional Australia will benefit from this and cuisine will improve across the board.”
Naturally, always remember the food. They’re known to eat like kings in third-world countries, and if it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t know a vindaloo from a battered sav.
Yet, it’s not a one-way deal—our qualifications will be recognised there too. If you want to trade places you’ll now be able to fly to some flyblown Indian village where they rape little girls and earn a few rupees doing something you love. We’re not sure what that is, but it’ll take the sting out of being moved aside to make way for some dreadful little curry muncher and his 12 brown children.
In recent years, India has pushed ahead of China in the number of its invaders settling here. China now represents 2.3 per cent of our population while India is out in front with 2.8 per cent. This makes them number three and two respectively for the countries that furnish us with the most unwanted migrants. The first is England, which also sends its Indians and Pakis here. The top thing about all of this is that these immigrants will be an aggregate addition to all the other ways in which our traitorous government is bringing them into the country.
Exciting times lie ahead, as they move towards political representation here, and those awful Bollywood movies that we’re inexplicably bombarded with on Amazon Prime will now be made here under the deal. Understandably, the Indian interlopers already calling Australia India are over the moon.
Anupam Sharma chairs the oxymoronic Australia India Film Council. He’s giggling with Indian joy at the prospect of Bollywood film producers making their rubbish films here.
“A reciprocation of degrees… it’s definitely going to be more beneficial for the Australian economy.”
Ah, there it is, that lovely chestnut of the Australian economy. Because let’s face it, a country is what its economy says it is, and the people are simply there to service it, so technically, it doesn’t matter where they come from. Unless they’re Aboriginal in which case they matter more than the earth itself.
However, if you’re a naysayer who believes Indians stink and look terrible and carry diseases and suchlike—and hope that the super nationalistic Liberal party will have your back with those neanderthal prejudices—think again.
Opposition leader Peter Dutton wants it to be known that he wishes Australia to resemble India as much as Albo does. He chortled, “The relationship between our two countries is certainly based on mutual respect for the game of cricket.”
Woo-hoo, Dutton, you remembered to mention the cricket. How could you not?
“When you look at the diaspora community, the young students who are escaping poverty and creating a life in Australia—that couldn’t have been imagined a generation ago, two generations ago.”
But that’s where he’s wrong because ever since the early 1970s Australia’s elite political caste has worked tirelessly to turn the tables and make us poor while fattening up every non-White blow-in they could replace us with. And Dutton is beaming at the prospect like the good conservative traitor he is.
As for the Abos, they haven’t got a voice in parliament yet, so nobody’s bothered asking them. However, if they could they’d probably say something like, “’Gis a dollar, or I’ll roll you, OK.”
And if the local Sikh community was consulted, they’d probably start hopping around in a pique of fury, waving their religious ceremonial knives, and shouting fighting words in whatever bout bout dialect they speak the best. ■
As the Albanese Government throws open our borders following the debacle of the global pandemic, they’re beckoning unprecedented numbers of immigrants and international students. Australians are jostling to find rental properties and are unable to meet soaring living costs. Despite defying common sense, Albanese couldn’t […]Rental Crisis
As the Albanese Government throws open our borders following the debacle of the global pandemic, they’re beckoning unprecedented numbers of immigrants and international students. Australians are jostling to find rental properties and are unable to meet soaring living costs. Despite defying common sense, Albanese couldn’t care less. For the government, the agenda is simply to bring in more immigrants. The story is the same all around the West, creating a pattern that has everything to do with what the World Economic Forum calls The Great Reset.
Beginning in mid-2022, Sydney and Melbourne began suffering a rental crisis. Queues to inspect mediocre apartments snaked around the block as demand for rental properties outstripped supply. In some areas, applying for a lease mirrored an auction; desperate renters outbid one another just to secure an over-priced studio with a short-term lease. Those queues continue growing, as does the misery. The problem is now nationwide.
Hitherto renters enjoyed their first period of respite in years—while space became key during the pandemic. Now they are back in the hot seat. Bear in mind, the majority of rental properties spend only five years on the market before they’re sold on to owner-occupiers, creating a vacancy flux. Even if a person is lucky enough to secure somewhere, they may get settled only to suddenly find themselves back at square one.
Exacerbating the situation, the RBA keeps jacking up interest rates to curb inflation, triggering the cost-of-living squeeze. Adding to the stress, at the end of 2022 overall job vacancies plummeted from 3.2 per to 2.8 per cent Australia-wide. In an economic maelstrom like this, the average Australian can’t maintain savings, which is the point.
The situation worsened in December after the Chinese government demanded students physically attend universities. Otherwise, their degrees would be invalidated. Qualifications from online courses are no longer recognised in China. For Australia, this portends an additional 40,000—50,000 students arriving during 2023 and weighting down our already straining rental market. This human avalanche combined with the intensification of immigration the Albanese government was desperate to introduce. As such, the prospect of just saying no to China isn’t likely.
The fact there is nowhere to put them doesn’t matter: what does is that more and more students keep arriving.
Despite ranking high globally, students regard China’s universities as inferior to western campuses. Meanwhile, China’s excuse for leaning on its students is in the interest of “social equality.” But what does that mean?
A divide occurred between wealthy students able to afford private tuition and those studying online. Into that mix, the Chinese government claimed many online courses lacked quality. Either the CCP isn’t so cluey about online education, or it understands all too well the ramifications their ruling will have on the countries hosting their multitudinous students; especially Australia.
This raises the question: what about our social equality once the effect of Chinese students on infrastructure, housing, and the job market bites? Keep in mind, it’s not just Chinese students arriving and competing with Australians for rentals, jobs, and a seat on the train. India is the second largest source of international students with 89,570, followed by Nepal, exporting 43,000 here, and Brazil, at 26,620. China is responsible for 205,000 of these competing bodies. The total figure combined is a predicted 161,000 international students. And that’s just students.
Firstly, Albanese was scrambling to lift immigration numbers, raising the annual intake by 35,000 to 195,000. Nearly all those arrivals will gravitate to the cities. Touting the inevitable line about a “skills shortage,” Albanese then extended the post-study work visas for international students to two years for those occupations which are supposedly short of skilled workers. As if that isn’t generous enough, he granted overseas students the opportunity to work unlimited hours while studying. In other words, a student visa is now a work visa.
Tied with this privilege is a faster path to permanent residency, and thereafter, citizenship (or dual citizenship). This means rather than returning home when they graduate, a sizeable chunk of these students will become added to the overall immigration statistics via the backdoor of the International Student scam. None of this will happen slowly, either, as the government has sunken $36 million into hiring staff to clear visa backlogs and fast-track the new arrivals while doing zip about their impact.
This situation worsens with an inadequate supply of properties as landlords raise rents, to exploit the situation. International students aren’t all rich, but that won’t stop landlords and their complicit agents from regarding them so. Greed has a certain blindness.
Instead, four to six students will pool their money and lease a two-bedroom unit. A unit that was previously occupied by two to three people might’ve fetched around $700-750pw. But this is no time for decorum when money is to be made. So, a blind eye is turned to occupant numbers as they inflate the rent to $1000pw with no shame whatsoever; it’s just business.
At a time of high-interest rates when rents are climbing, student arrivals incentivise grasping landlords. And no regulation exists to prevent them from profiting at the expense of Aussies needing homes. The market is allowed to determine increases, with no caps, and only minimal protection for tenants.
Given the vast number of parliamentarians with large property portfolios, they’re not about to compromise self-interest for the sake of the sweaty masses. And this isn’t exclusively a “conservative” camp, but the Greens, Teals and Labor—the unholy trinity of virtue-signalling hypocrites who condemn large “carbon footprints” on the one hand, but whose policies towards mass immigration contribute more to environmental devastation than anything else.
Aside from access to the Lodge in Canberra, and Kirribilli house, Anthony Albanese owns a property portfolio worth an estimated $5 million. Not bad for a “battler” who’s never held a proper job in his entire life. It’s strange how that’s true of so many of those who come from the party that claims to represent the workers.
If Australians are ignored in this stream-roll towards critical overpopulation think of how little consideration is given to our native critters. The prevalence of confused koala bears—our cute national mascot—scrabbling into shops and onto streets isn’t the charming spectacle it often appears to the readers of the Daily Mail. It signifies the destruction of their natural habitat, which is being bulldozed to enlarge the urban expanse to accommodate government addiction to massive immigration.
Likewise, you can imagine the impact this has on other species such as the bird population, and even homeless snakes.
So far, since European settlement, an estimated 100 natural species have become extinct. In March 2021, the Australian government updated that list to include 13 other species gone the way of the Tasmanian Tiger.
Australians are being driven out of their rentals to make way for the interlopers. None of this is merely an accident of planning, but a dedicated agenda on behalf of a globalist-occupied political system. They are only too eager to accommodate the shekels-obsessed universities and developers like Harry Triguboff, who rubs his greasy palms every time there’s a mention of an increase in immigration. If there is any benefit to this “big Australia” it certainly isn’t to the millions of Australians who’ve been pressed into a corner ever since they tore up the rule book in the 1970s.
The media is reporting about hardship on an epic scale. ABC reported the story of Bob Davis, 72, a pensioner who lived in Waverly on Sydney’s north shore for the past three decades. Without a cooee, his tenancy agreement was ripped to shreds and he was issued a “no grounds eviction notice.”
Bob has a heart condition and knows he will struggle to find somewhere in the brutal rental market. He said, “I’ve been here so long I thought I’ll probably end my days here. It’s very difficult to just uproot and go.”
The former laundry worker added, “It’s not much, but it’s my home.”
Bob’s 87-year-old sister lives on the same block. She’s getting the boot too. No compassionate law is in place to protect our vulnerable old-aged pensioners; they’re at the mercy of the callous real estate industry, which is notoriously mercenary.
The list of outcast renters goes on. A typical strategy for unscrupulous agents, who inevitably advise their “client” that greater rent is to be had on a property in this climate, is to make the tenant an offer they can’t refuse—either fork over 40 per cent more rent or look elsewhere.
Australians are being tapped while at their most vulnerable. One couple the media reported on was slugged with a $400 hike on their existing rent just when they were planning a wedding. The wedding is off because the rent comes first—and especially for the bride, all of those expectant days of planning are now washed away in bitter tears. This won’t just affect wedding plans; they now need to look elsewhere as they can’t afford the rent increase. But the real estate agent isn’t worried, there are thousands more where they came from.
Another couple, living in a two-bedroom Redfern rental in Sydney was made the offer they couldn’t refuse—a $400 spike or move out. Marin Peplinski told The Australian, “Even if we go to the tribunal, maybe they’ll be forced to negotiate but they can just terminate the (fixed-term) agreement. It’s just an abuse of the tenant-landlord relationship.”
The stories are cropping up daily and it isn’t just impacting the down-at-heel. Young professionals are being squeezed into rent rises that challenge their economic viability despite their advantages. Left and right, the rental gun is being put to the head of Australians, and all for the sake of globalist immigration policies speciously sold to us on the grounds of “economic benefit.” If this is a benefit, we’d hate to imagine the downside. But we can name one that’s another factor for so many struggling Aussies—the cost of energy. These hit the poor hardest.
A Current Affair reported on a mother and son in southwest Sydney, Karen and Connor, who are so affected by the cost of living that they can’t afford to turn on the air-conditioning. Instead, they’ve had to endure the heatwave by lying on the cold tiles of their floor and wiping their faces with cloths packed with ice cubes.
“The first year we used the air conditioning, the quarterly bill for Summer was about $800,” she said. “This last bill, which was the majority of summer, was $380. This summer we have had the air conditioner on once.”
No doubt Albanese would see that, shake his wizened little head and sigh, “We’re all doing it tough.” Then again, he’d probably just whip off to a Gay Pride event to demonstrate his ‘tolerance.’ Albanese’s more intent on selling us the Aboriginal voice to parliament. The coming recession is one that we simply have to have.
The crisis isn’t just a Sydney and Melbourne thing, it’s affecting the whole of Australia. The rental vacancy rate is shivering at 0.8% nationally. Sydney and Melbourne are both at a dire 0.1%, Adelaide and Perth are 0.3%with Hobart at 0.5% and Brisbane faring only slightly better at 0.8%. Yet, as much as this affects us all, those on income support are doing it the toughest. Charmaine Crowe is the Program Director for the Australian Council of Social Services (ACOSS). ACOSS is an advocacy group for battlers, especially in the areas of social security. She told 7News that Australians on income support are the worst affected by the rental crisis.
“People are turning off their fridges, turning off hot water systems, to save on utility costs,” she said. “They are skipping essential medication like heart or diabetes medication so that they can meet their rent payment.”
Crowe paints a desperate picture. “For many in that situation, it’s too much and they end up living in their caravan or car. We’ve seen a huge increase in the number of older women on income support payments forced to live in their cars.”
Those on income support are paying up to 80%of their income on rent alone. The figure that suggests the typical welfare recipient lives on $40 a day doesn’t account for how that money is spent. In terms of food, it might mean under $10 a day to keep from starving. But who cares? You will own nothing and be happy, as the WEF told us.
Government at both the state and federal levels are quick to nod their heads and agree “there is a problem.” They tend to identify the problem as “a lack of available properties.” That’s no different to acknowledging that a burning house is on fire. Sir Humphrey Appleby would be proud.
When they do offer solutions, it’s always in the context of easing access for homebuyers without allowing for rental shortages. Any responsible administration would accept that their immigration policies coupled with that of appeasing the nagging universities’ hunger for OS dollars are averse to the needs and wants of the Australian people.
The double-helix of the crisis in housing and the rental market is a no-brainer. The housing sector is being squeezed by a dearth of affordable houses and spiralling interest rates. Lack of regulation means landlords can charge what they want and a lack of protection for tenants means they’ve little recourse but to shell out more on basic shelter.
Ultimately, though, a precedent is set whereby plantation rules apply, meaning, the landlord and their agent own any tenant. If they complain about sorely needed repairs they can be bumped. Even if that’s not strictly legal, the fear will be tacitly implied to every renter. As such, the quality of rentals won’t matter and agents will enable landlords to distance themselves from undertaking vital upkeep, maintenance and repairs. Mother of seven, Herbiella George found herself in such circumstances, forced to choose between a mouldy $450pw rat-infested hovel or sleeping in her car.
Her story is typical: she’d viewed and applied for over 70 properties with no success. Meanwhile, she had to make alternative arrangements for four of her children and throw away possessions ruined by the mould and rats.
“I had to give four of my children up because I just couldn’t afford them anymore,” she admitted. “There are days when I don’t even know what to put on the table. It makes me break down that I can’t give my kids the home they deserve.”
The big mistake a lot of people make is to see these issues as isolated without understanding them in terms of the bigger picture. It’s not a matter of addressing one, but recognising them holistically as the same problem.
We haven’t mentioned how the average grocery shop is costing more than ever, or that meat is being priced out of range for many, or that the shortages of staples such as eggs and certain vegetable varieties share a common irregularity with Europe and the US where they are taking the war on carbon emissions to farmers, as A-list celebrities appear in commercials encouraging the hoi polloi to “…eat ze bugs.”
The spate of inexplicable fires destroying American chicken farms and the clear intent of the corporate empire behind the WEF to use the leaders of countries in their power to initiate their “changes”, both in terms of the climate agenda and the globalist mission to eradicate national identities to bring each country within the global fold of a single world government through mass migrations of refugees and economic migrants. That is who Albanese is, a squalid little man of diabolical mediocrity—a sheep in sheep’s clothing—too cowed to step up for an Australia that he never believed in and so he unquestioningly delivers for Davos.
Albanese is at the mercy of his party apparatchiks in a plantation called Australia which the US owns by force, China owns economically, and the King of England owns on paper.
And on a final note, as we learned with COVID-19 and the vaccine mandates, America’s so-called Capitol Hill riots, the truth about Ukraine, the Russian gas pipeline, the Wuhan lab leak, Donald Trump’s Russian connections, the 2020 US Presidential Election, Hunter Biden’s laptop, and everything else—anything the mainstream media labels a “conspiracy theory” is invariably the truth. They just don’t want it leaking like the bat virus. ■
News of former United Patriots Front founder Shermon “The Great Aussie Patriot” Burgess’s conversion to Islam has broken. Crikey announced that he has taken his Shahada, or Islamic oath. Cooee. For the majority of Burgess’s public career (sic), he styled himself as the great opponent […]Australian Nationalism Feature Islam
News of former United Patriots Front founder Shermon “The Great Aussie Patriot” Burgess’s conversion to Islam has broken. Crikey announced that he has taken his Shahada, or Islamic oath. Cooee.
For the majority of Burgess’s public career (sic), he styled himself as the great opponent of Islam in Australia. Now, following so long out of the social media limelight, he has turned Benedict Arnold (or is that Yusef Islam) and thrown in his lot with the “enemy.” Has he changed, or has what he was—what he is—been right in front of us the whole time?
To a large extent, Burgess’s story is that of a generation, what we call the “Class of 2015,” that group of bandit patriots that swung in on a social media vine, and set the cause of nationalism back ever since. He is a man of his times, lost, confused, and seeking an identity in the endless subcultures that futurist Alvin Toffler predicted would become our lot.
In a fractured society under assault, he has lost his head—he is so confused about his “identity” that he takes whatever he can. It’s like a revised line from the 1953 biker-rebel classic The Wild One. When asked what’s his identity, like a pensive Marlon Brando he responds, “What have you got?”
Nothing so beautifully illustrates the insincerity and narcissism of the “class of 2015” more so than the conversion of former United Patriots Front (UPF) founder, Shermon Burgess, to Islam.
Firstly, Burgess spent the better part of the previous decade waging war against Islam in Australia. Along with his classmates from “the class of 2015,” he established Islam as the number one problem, repudiating the essential core of “race” as immutable to the Australian problem. Thanks to them, hard-line nationalist Nathan Sykes coined the term “diversity minus Islam,” stressing that the sole demonisation of Islam overlooked the problem of multi-racialism.
The year of our Lord 2015 proved a heady time as the “Patriot” movement arrived. It had gestated a couple of years earlier as Australian conservatives followed in the steps of those like Geert Wilders and Tommy Robinson. AFP splitter and Christian-conservative Darrin Hodges already embraced anti-Islam as the cornerstone of the Australian Protectionist Party (APP), from which a grubby stoner named Nicholas Folkes emerged.
When Hodges disappeared for good, Folkes formed Party for Freedom (after Geert Wilders’ political organisation), while back in 2009, Ralph Cerminara and Nathan Abela established the Australian Defence League (ADL). They were imitating Tommy Robinson and Alan Lake’s English Defence League (EDL) which was founded that same year.
The ADL was a hot news item for a moment, as both Abela and Cerminara provoked confrontations with the Muslim community culminating in unknown persons shooting up 24-year-old Abela’s Greystanes home in western Sydney in April 2014. Slightly wounded in the shooting, Abela decided he’d had enough and wound up the group (consisting of him, Cerminara and a trickle of uncommitted supporters). Noteworthy, at the time, Shermon Burgess made a video encouraging his viewers to “grab a membership form” and “support the ADL.”
By 2015, the anti-Islam “patriot” movement exploded after the Lindt Café Siege by Iranian refugee and incurable dingbat Man Haron Monis, 50, was shot dead by police following the lone-gunman siege in a bungled rescue effort in which two hostages were killed. That occurred between December 15-16 2014 and was the catalyst for the anti-Islam backlash.
Several groups sprung up, the most prominent being Burgess’s UPF. There was also the Q Society, a pro-Zionist micro party, the True Blue Crew, Soldiers of Odin, the Australian Liberty Alliance (ALA), whom pint-sized rocker Angry Anderson represented for a while, and most importantly, Reclaim Australia. There was also a Sri Lankan Christian who ran ‘Catch the Fire ministries,’ named Danny Nalliah. He later created the Rise Up Australia party just to further split the anti-Islam vote, for whom Pauline Hanson was by far the greatest beneficiary.
The importance of Reclaim Australia rested in its mainstream accessibility. The “movement” was conceived by three ordinary Australians: Wanda Marsh, John Oliver and Liz Shepherd. Hitherto, without any political involvement, the three felt the issue of the incompatibility of Islam with so-called “Australian values” needed to be expressed by the “concerned mums and dads,” ignored by the mainstream parties. In essence, it was a movement for “normies” and not radicals.
Left-wing historian Troy Whitford screwed up again when he described Reclaim Australia as a “shortlived radical nationalist group.” The ‘history lecturer’ failed to understand it was neither radical nor nationalist, but a reactionary civic construct concerned primarily with the doomed idea of “assimilationism.” RA went to great lengths to exclude the radical and extreme element, something that Shermon Burgess was only too happy to oblige with; momentarily anyway.
Whitford, if he knew his business, would only need to recognise who had spoken at these rallies to identify RA’s correct typology. The likes of Hanson and George Christensen and brown-skinned Nalliah are pretty far from nationalist, which doesn’t stop at Islam but includes all non-whites in its inventory of undesirable races and cultures.
Likewise, he’d have to have researched those who were barred from joining RA rallies, such as AFP President Dr Jim Saleam, famously removed (briefly) by Nick Folkes’s people at the Martin Place rally in 2015*, and Squadron 88’s Mark McDonald along with Ross “the Skull” May, who in August 2015 got ejected from a hired coach at Gundagai en route to a Melbourne rally and in a staged publicity stunt conceived to signal the UPF’s “non-Nazi” credentials. Similarly, a great theatre was made of the expulsion from Melbourne rallies of Nationalist Alternative (NA) members and wannabe national socialist, the heavily tattooed Glenn Anderson, whom the media had a fondness for snapping at these events.
*As an interesting side note, in 2014, Neil Erikson arranged a meeting between Shermon Burgess and Dr Jim Saleam explaining that he was organising “rallies” and inviting him to speak. Later, he would freeze Dr Saleam out from the RA rallies, leaving it an entirely civic-patriot construct.
However, the key players were Reclaim Australia and the UPF. If memory serves, Burgess made claims on Social Media that he “started” Reclaim Australia, and maybe he had involvement but there are no transcripts to be sure, and Burgess is a natural-born liar. Although, he has been recorded as sharing a connection with RA’s “brand advisor” and businesswoman, Monika Evers, at the time.
Nevertheless, before RA, Burgess was fronting a noisy and ramshackle metal band named Eureka Brigade. They (didn’t have) a hit with their rousing crowd favourite, Shit On A Mosque. He claims the UPF came about because Reclaim Australia was being “hijacked” although he didn’t say by whom. But he intimated it was undergoing a softening. This was the time of the relentless Facebook video, and Sherm was always in front of his phone, recording one. He is noted as telling his audience, “We are more hardline nationalist (sic) compared to some other groups that are more democratic anti-Islam.”
Commenting further, he added, “The problem with democratic anti-Islam is a lot of these movements, without even realising it, can be diluted, watered down and become politically correct themselves.”
That was cute, considering he just described the entire strategy of the UPF and their anti-Islam affiliates; as their movement was a watered-down form of nationalism that they could never grasp. Moreover, it was an indication Burgess was stealing ideas from nationalist pages.
Due to the presence of antiracists at the RA rallies, the UPF was conceived as muscle for the safe passage of the “concerned mums and dads”. But their increasingly aggro confrontations with the lanky Antifa warriors that opposed them turned RA’s mums and dads away from rallies. The concentration of testosterone preoccupied itself with Antifa and lost sight of the rallying cause. Although, once again, few could truthfully account for what that was. Whom were they petitioning? Was it the government? Good luck there. What did they hope to achieve? The RA placard wavers never had a plan, just a grievance and scapegoat. They sought “diversity” minus Islam without comprehending that diversity equals Islam.
In a blinding flash, those who “united” were soon at each other’s throats. In a smattering of months, egos jostled with personal agendas and the scope of the social media behemoth that constituted the primary “movement”.
The key voices of those days were Shermon Burgess, Ralph Cerminara (who joined but was quickly kicked out of the UPF), Blair Cottrell, Dan Evans, Nick Folkes, Pauline Hanson, Dennis Huts (Qld UPF), Mike Holt, Kane Miller, Scott Moerland, Danny Nalliah, Kris Richardson, Tom Sewell, Christopher Shortis, Kirralie Smith, Kim Vuga and Linden Watson. Boiling out of this stew came XYZ and The Unshackled, both stridently civic, with the former now betting the board, ideologically speaking.
Tom Sewell, however, was pro-White from the get-go and Cottrell repeatedly skirted around the issue in typical entryist/mainstreaming fashion. He wouldn’t be told that it was doomed, and as such, the UPF, keen to distance itself from accusations of “racism” placed an Asian ahead of a rally and was once photographed with Africans.
As such, both Sewell and Shortis had their videos censored by Cottrell who wrestled the role of leadership from Burgess. It appears that jealousy was stoked by Cottrell’s arrival on the scene, as his undeniable charisma immediately sidelined the yobbish prattle of both Burgess and Erikson. This led the pair to ultimately leave the UPF, but attack their former comrades ceaselessly. In a space of a handful of months, the infighting had begun, while Cottrell, Sewell and Shortis attempted to diverge into mainstream politics with the ill-fated Fortitude, which was nothing but an ad hoc formation of conservative talking points supposedly designed to lull in members to what would thereafter (in the fullness of time) tear away the mask and reveal itself as a full-blown nationalist party.
Fortitude was quickly dead and monies gathered from its members and a large deposit by Christopher Shortis were never retrieved. The account created by Shortis was drained. Early the following year, Shortis, who was by now disenchanted with the drama, and Cottrell’s increasing ego-mania, defected to the Australia First Party.
Facebook PMs exchanged between Tom Sewell and Nathan Sykes over roughly nine months between 2015-16 reveal the drama and are reproduced here. These messages, discovered in a trove that the latter kept for the accuracy of his writing (and forgot about), disclose much more about those days and the “movement” than just Burgess’s involvement, which is covered. They are therefore of historical significance as well placing Burgess and Erikson in context as to how the UPF’s leadership viewed them. The final message presages the arrival of the Antipodean Resistance in 2016.
Former buddies, Burgess and Cerminara turned against each other, primarily over Facebook spats. Everyone was hacking on everyone. The True Blue Crew (sic) and its leader, Kane Miller, were facing off with Soldiers of Odin and their head honcho, Jay B Moore.
UPF peripherals broke away, such as the awful Indie Norris, the UPF’s “financial handler”, in a hubris-addled social media storm. It was all coming apart, even though Blair was finally in control. Both Erikson and Burgess did all they could to undermine Cottrell, going so far as to seize control of the UPF Facebook page and shut him and Sewell out.
By October 2015, less than a year after the UPF began, Burgess made a video announcing his exit from the group, which he officially handed over to Blair. What he claimed was his weariness at being mocked, was no doubt a face-saving excuse to cover the fact that Blair had thrown him out. Burgess told his followers, “It’s because of media, it’s not because of death threats from Islam, even though I’ve received many of those, it’s because of dumb fuck patriots out there.”
Burgess went on to whine, “I lost my job because of being involved in this movement. I nearly lost my vehicle because of being involved in this movement. I almost ended up in jail because of this fucking movement.” Yet days later, he announced he was back. As to the messages between Sewell and Sykes show, that was news to the UPF.
At some point in 2015/16, Sykes became aware of a video in which Burgess accused him and Blair Cottrell of creating a fake “Luke McMahon” account and calling his father a paedophile. Sykes chuckled when he heard, not knowing what to make of it, but guessing it was just more nonsense. Years later it became apparent that his stalker, Luke McMahon, was playing games involving Burgess and Erikson.
The accusations were astounding: Sykes paid so little mind to Burgess (other than commenting on his public shenanigans) that he hadn’t considered the Cooma Clown even had a father, much less that he was a kiddie fiddler. Moreover, there was no connection between him and Cottrell, they’d only met once. It was so bizarre he just laughed it off. Plus, Sykes kept a relatively low profile, so it seemed like a crude attempt to draw him into the open. But why? What was Sherm the Germ up to? The two had never so much as exchanged comments on a Facebook page. They were strangers to one another.
It was Sherm against the [patriot] world, and Sherm was too proud to examine his behaviour. Why should he? In his mind, the whole “movement” owed him so much. He had created it, just as God made the world. Although it took God only seven days whereas Sherm had to put in serious hours, the comparison was apt. Sherm was a social media god and he insisted on being respected as such. It was more important than driving Muslims out of Australia.
Licking their wounds, he and Erikson turned once again to Facebook, which was the kingmaker of heroic patriots. They decided to maintain their connection to the UPF but as its originators, naming their page, UPF Originals. Whoever devotedly followed them would buy into the soap opera in which they accused Cottrell of being a “Nazi” and “abusing steroids,” and mocked him jealously. Maybe they had a legitimate axe to grind, but witnessing how the two comported themselves it seems that Cottrell sensibly decided to sever the cancerous growth.
It was well known that Erikson and Burgess both abused alcohol and marijuana. But Burgess also had a penchant for Ice, and, legend has it, a girl gave him head while he made a video one time. We can’t verify that but it’s what we heard at the time and the general scuttlebutt was fairly accurate.
Meanwhile, Islam kept growing in Australia; along with Chinese, Africans, Indians, Nepalese and all the rest.
At the end of 2015, Burgess teamed up with Nick Folkes, the comedian responsible for Party for Freedom. PfF, which we referred to as “Peanuts for Freedom,” was heavily invested in a battle against the AFP. However, their big mistake was not to surrender, and Folkes was driven near insane by our persistent and unrelenting ridicule.
Be that as it may, Folkes was as eager for publicity as Burgess and Erikson. This is why he made national headlines by seeking to cash in on the 10th anniversary of the Cronulla Uprising. We mean literally, cash in because he created a line of T-shirts with the catchphrase, “Cronulla, it’s a riot,” and other shlocky merchandise. As Nathan Sykes wrote in The Australian Nationalist White Book:
For all his condemnation of Blair Cottrell and the AFP for being “Nazis (and they were the only ones who weren’t it seems),” as anti-Islam went on the wane and the alt-right rose in its place, Sherm went full-on Nazi. He’d always worn a Mjölnir (Thor hammer) necklace and even when lambasting the “Nazis” he accused of infiltrating the “movement.” This upset those who identified as Nazis.
But not only did Burgess embrace “the fuhrer,” Nick Folkes, who long maligned Jim Saleam on the bogus pretext he was a “Nazi” and therefore a “Muslim sympathiser” was off Facebook, onto Russian social media site VK, and posing with a copy of the Bible and Mein Kampf. By then, Folkes had cancer, and so he’d retired from “public life.” Moreover, his Liberal Party handlers no doubt insisted on it. Folkes was over; done for. But who were these people without the strength of conviction? Who were Burgess and Folkes that could “turn on a dime”?
At some point—and it’s a testament to our lack of interest—Sherm endeavoured to revive his glory days by donning an Abkubra hat and leading a patriots’ march through Canberra. This was after the UPF was long dead, Tom Sewell was busy with the Lads Society, and Sherm didn’t matter a jot. And it showed, with the paltry turnout of supporters. It was so unremarkable it was never covered by the media and not even the anti-fascists seem to have kept a record (that we can find).
And until today, that’s all she wrote for ‘Sherm the Germ.’ He was passé, an anachronism. Nobody took his revamped “Nazi” image seriously and his double-fold efforts to undo all the work he’d done for the Zionists by submerging himself in the central cliché of national socialism (German style) by becoming a rabid anti-Semite was as convincing as a $5 Rolex. However, this chestnut has enabled him to rationalise his galvanic swing from white-pride neo-Nazi to devout fundamentalist Muslim via his noted admiration for grifting ex-kickboxer and mixed-race Islam-convert, Andrew Tate.
Mixed martial arts form a large chunk of Sherm’s identity now, and he’s particularly fond of arm wrestling. He is into Bruce Lee’s martial art Jeet Kune Do and practises in his mum’s backyard on a wooden Wing Chun practice dummy.
However, his “conversion” is hipper than it seems to those still grappling with his epochal hypocrisy: it’s part of a derangement that the far-right is experiencing as a response to the hyper-degeneration of western morality.
Formerly identifying as a Christian, it seems that the religion of his forebears isn’t enough to sustain the image that Burgess has of himself as an ultra-moralist (sic). And this is something he picked up off social media as members of the far-right convert to Islam a-la Andrew Tate because, they reason, it insists on strict traditional values. But these are not Australian “values” and once again Burgess is lost in a confusing tailspin of abstracts that he can’t grasp.
Having overlooked race as an imperative in any form other than as a cultish concern via his short-lived national socialism, Burgess has overlooked the Australian race. They all do.
Initially, as an anti-Islam warrior, he was blind to the Australian race because that struggle was concerned with intangibles about values, and not the Australian people ourselves. As a neo-Nazi, he viewed “race” through the lens of cultism, which refracted reality and reduced it to chauvinism. He waved flags, appropriated the “kitsch” of Australianness, and embraced the jingoistic tropes. However, he never ventured to understand what an Australian truly is. If he had, then he’d have become a proper nationalist and fought to preserve our inherent uniqueness as the newest peoples spawned from the European race. As it stands, he’ll have to be banished as a traitor when the time comes for him to be held to account.
What was always missing from the Class of 2015 was the essential concern for Australians; genuine patriotism. They waved flags, and they articulated nationalistic platitudes but it was, at all times, about them. These were personal crusades for status as well as a striving for tribal belonging. In their case, the idea that their fellow Australians were their tribe was less attractive than finding peers to whom they could relate.
The one glaring thing about that generation is the self-interest dressed up as community concern—a false collective conscience compelled by selfish, naked and uncultivated ambition, which was vague about purpose. Theirs was a hunger for attention no different to the drag queens who preen and prance publicly while privately enjoying being at the centre of the furore over Drag Queen Story Hours.
Burgess’s story is a clamour for identity and meaning; it is an ongoing journey unattached to any actual political principle because he never got that far. That is the point at which most abandon their odyssey and turn inward.
Others experience all their growth solely in the environs of political organisational structures. Our prime minister, Anthony Albanese, has never held a job in his life. From school to university and onwards he only existed in the cloister of the Australian Labor Party—he doesn’t recognize Australia, the people, or our heritage. He knows policy, and he is experienced in the ways of hypocrisy and compromise, but after that, he’s a facsimile of a leader; he will never be a John Curtin; he will never be a genuine Australian. None of them is “real” people in the soulful sense—they will never be a mensch.
Burgess believes that his “journey” is rich in meaning, no matter what strange curls it has taken. He has found “wisdom,” and like all in the social media age, their experiences are paramount. They know, and they will share. Everything becomes a show-and-tell, from what jewellery he fancies, to what protein supplements he buys—it’s all for show.
Take, for instance, this post of his on Facebook on September 11, 2022, “Living a rough lifestyle is the best way to truly awaken spiritually and better understand yourself. The harder your past was, the stronger you are in the present.”
Empty phrases like this are unproven, and the reality is, we’re talking about a man who is still young and obsessed with his personal growth. Even back in his anti-Islam guise, was he ever concerned about the cultural invasion of Australia or the existential threat Islam posed to his identity? That’s not too hard to answer given, like one stricken with Stockholm Syndrome, he has embraced that which once terrified him. Therefore, it was never the enemy; the foe was inside of him. Far from being the “great Aussie patriot” he is the “great Aussie hypocrite.”
His life has been one of throwing himself into fads which he quickly abandons when they can no longer afford the attention he sought by adopting them. Now, from being marginalised and terrified, he has joined those that terrify; he has found another powerful “tribe.”
We cannot overlook the fantasist here, either. From larping (Live Action Role Playing) as a Viking to his ‘radical’ conversion to Islam; none of it is reality. He has no reality, and so he sifts through the labyrinthine layers of the subcultures that comprise our digital reality to choose one that sits with his notion of values; which are paradoxical since they’re the antithesis of what instinctually drives him—the reverse of that to which he is drawn. Burgess is a degenerate, so he compensates for his ersatz guilt by rubbing his followers’ faces in his newfound hard-line “values.”
Missing is the patriot, as it has all along been absent. Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel, as Samuel Johnson said, meaning, those who cloak themselves in patriotism often do so to disguise its absence with them.
We await his celebration of the next terrorist outrage committed in the name of Islam on our shores, which, whatever the impetus, will be unacceptable no matter what sort of statement against US-Zionist hegemony is implied in the action. And we look forward to his joining ISIS, or whatever US-fabricated guise the militant Islamics adopt hereafter. Just how serious is the boy, after all? In for a penny, in for a pound, as they once said.
Be it Christianity, or Islam, Burgess has bought into the fatality of millennialism; that great day of reckoning. Only, he’s chosen a foreign god, and turned his back on the west instead of fighting for it. But then, that’d be asking too much of a self-parody.
Burgess is nothing, he never was, and never will be.
That Burgess never left Facebook is quite telling; he’s like a kid who couldn’t hold down a place of his own and so returned to his parents’ nest. So far as we can tell, he’s never left that either—he’s still at his mum’s place in Cooma making videos of himself in his backyard; the iconic suburban clothes hoist visible in the background.
For a man who’s done nothing with his life, who has authored no achievement that can be pointed to, and who has mastered nothing much less himself, he’s pretty quick to dole out the life lessons. If anything, he is social media—he is its organic spasm; its narcissism in corporeal form.
The most obscene thing about this is that certain Muslim groups are legitimising this twerp, and sharing memes of his utterances as if they were ineffable pearls of wisdom. Then again, Joe Biden is the leader of the free world, and Putin’s losing the war in Ukraine; men can have babies, and there’s no such thing as a woman. Why shouldn’t he become a prophet? ■
Samuel Johnson had a way with words. (Pardon that odious pun). However, the creator of the English Dictionary remarked on April 7, 1775, that, “patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.” Given the number of deadbeats who’ve turned to preach some brand of […]Australian Nationalism
Samuel Johnson had a way with words. (Pardon that odious pun). However, the creator of the English Dictionary remarked on April 7, 1775, that, “patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.”
Given the number of deadbeats who’ve turned to preach some brand of patriotism or another, being incapable of any other pursuit, it’s a quote that carries truth. We have witnessed a steady stream of them over the past 20 years, and social media has enabled them to spawn like fungi up and down the entirety of the digital bandwidth.
Nevertheless, the saying is truer than it first appears, because this oft-misunderstood saying is interpreted as denouncing patriotism as a scoundrel’s cause. What he meant was that scoundrels disingenuously cloak themselves in patriotism to conceal their self-interest. Yet, this also rings true of the protagonists in this article.
When New Zealand immigrant Tom Sewell, 29, walked free from Melbourne Court on January 12, nationalist tongues were wagging. What the hell, we thought. Some of us bet good money—the odds against it were longer than the strands of spaghetti coiled atop King Kong’s dinner plate. Most of us imagined he’d cop at least two years’ lag.
Magistrate Stephen Ballek said that self-described neo-Nazi Sewell was “itching for a fight” after finding him guilty of recklessly causing injury and affray in March 2021. This was after he gate-crashed Nine’s Melbourne studios to grumble about all the publicity that he was receiving courtesy of a trashy piece being aired by A Current Affair. On that day he was accompanied by junior Satanist Jacob Hersant who filmed him as he struck a black security guard. More about the dark one later (Satan that is).
We wouldn’t have charged him for that, since it looked to us that the allegedly unlicensed guard was no angel (plus, he was black), but it was one of those tough calls where we understood that Australian nationalism was better off without him.
Putting aside how we felt about Sewell, we figured he was going down. Our members have the book thrown at them whenever we come before a magistrate or judge, but Ballek gobbled up Sewell’s sob story about how a custodial sentence would cause his 36-week pregnant fiancée Rebecca Constantino “undue suffering.” Likewise, he suggested Sewell had been of previous good character, having served briefly in the army, and worked with troubled kids. So, instead of a custodial sentence, he slapped the Fuhrer with an 18-month corrections order and 150 hours of community service.
His sentence was proportionate given the guidelines and his lack of a criminal record, the other matter notwithstanding; although Sewell pleaded “not guilty,” which technically placed him in a higher sentencing bracket.
Sewell spent seven months in 2021 jailed for a well-publicised incident at the Cathedral Ranges, in which he was charged with a range of offences. He faces court in August. After obtaining bail, Sewell admitted on a livestream that while on remand, he named fellow prisoners in exchange for better conditions. It became the basis of an ugly spat with American neo-Nazi “The Hammer,” who accused him of breaking the most inviolable prison code.
Sewell rushed into damage control mode: he claimed that he only offered names of prisoners whom he said were his known associates. It was being blown out of all proportions, he protested. There was nothing to see and everyone should return to their homes. His followers were satisfied. Who knows—it’s easier to conjure conspiracies than to prove them. However, we’ll do our best.
What with all the hubbub counter-terrorism was squawking a custodial sentence seemed a fait accompli. We were wagering that the National Socialist Network (NSN) would become proscribed as a terrorist organisation. As much as the group protests, one eyeball of their Telegram channels and you’d bet your retirement fund they’ll commit some devotional act of outrage. Most likely it will be against a former member or one of us nationalists who disapprove of their gangster mentality. They’ve already begun escalating on that score, by trespassing onto the Australia First Party’s territory, inundating the office with nuisance phone calls, and sending a “visitor” to the party’s headquarters; a queer fish (sic) whose identity we’ll now reveal. Bear in mind, Sewell’s strategy of discrediting an idea by attacking the person expressing it.
Jake Spencer Walklate is a baffled seeker from NSW’s central coast who recently presented at the Australia First headquarters feigning interest in the party. He collected some stickers and literature, but the party’s leader was wise to him. The party president told us, “Alarm bells kept ringing all over the place. I’d ask him questions and he didn’t want to answer.”
Walklate is a student at the University of Technology in Sydney and schooled at Terrigal High. He lives in Kings Cross where he’s holed up in a bedsit on Surrey Street. Phoning the president the following day (on an unlisted number), he offered to join AFP on the proviso that a certain member was expelled from the party. Needless to say, he never joined. The party has seen this scripted performance already. Nobody ever heard of this kid, but he invaded our space, casually remarking that although the veteran nationalist leader is “nearly dead” [sigh] he was prepared to offer all his worldly wisdom to fix the party. This was as simple as banishing the member in question. Cancel culture, anyone?
Yep, that’s something that the last-standing originator of modern Australian nationalism wanted to be told by an unknown kid who popped up out of thin air. But that’s what these Zoomers are like——their arrogance is dwarfed only by their insolence. Walklate took issue with the member’s abrasive manner while keeping schtum about the vicious nature of the NSN hive; a somewhat one-sided sensitivity.
Not a whole lot is available about Walklate (an unusual surname if ever), but aside from an unused Twitter account and his Facebook page, he maintains profiles on GitHub and Hackaday. His academic achievements boast a Bachelor of English with Honours and a Bachelor of Medical Science. A Google search turns up his ABN, and the fact he faced a criminal hearing at Gosford Local Court on December 6 last year, and later at Wyong Court on the 22nd, although we’re yet to discover the nature of the matters. We’re currently looking into those.
What is most unsettling about all of this is just how determined the NSN is to let us know who is behind it all. Having shared a nationalist’s mobile number to their channel, Dpoker Cabal III incited its members to break the law by harassing him via a carriage service.
If that wasn’t stupid enough, they filmed the pair making the calls in flagrante delicto and posted it to the Dpoker Cabal channel. One of those who didn’t bother veiling his identity was Jim “Jimbo” Roberts, who was involved with state-rat Neil Erikson and his weasel protégé Stefan Eraceleous (Medi) during a stunt at a Melbourne pub where they got a woke barman fired after he spat into one of their beers. Following the bad vibes in the wider community over that, Roberts was recognised and stabbed on the street by an unknown assailant——alleged to be a black.
Photos snapped of Roberts before and after his shanking testify to his dramatic loss of muscle mass but don’t divulge the anxious twitch symptomatic of the psychological scars he stoically conceals from his gang.
Roberts is no thinking man, and plenty of folks don’t have a good word for him, but we do—mong. That’s no objective description, to be sure, but it characterises him more precisely than any other word. You cannot say much more about this 30-year-old steroid freak who copied the Hollywood Nazi film American History X by inking a swastika on his breastplate in homage to Edward Norton’s character “Derek Vinyard”. That’s an act of fan culture so tacky he should be gonged with a giant polo mallet.
Nonetheless, the most irritating thing about Roberts is that he’s yet another blow-in anointed by Herr Sewell who has no reputation or standing in the legitimate nationalist scene but who nonetheless figures he walks with the king because he’s bought into Sewell’s larping. It’s as though they recruited him while stopped at an outback panel beater. Now he’s in the big smoke and ready to save the white race by pumping iron and injecting hormones.
Their “movement” is not ours; we do everything to clarify that. This is despite their best efforts to obscure what delineates us from them. But that’s the point——Sewell wants to stamp out all of what he calls “nativist” opposition and replace them with his own. Sewell has no roots in Australia, although his missus just gave birth to a baby girl, Lunar Anne Sewell, on February 1. Still, that doesn’t make him an Australian any more than it makes us “European citizens.” He’s acutely aware of this and compensates by detesting the very thing he’ll never become.
What he’s doing is no different to what the coloured immigrants do, and consider that; he aims to undermine the national weltanschauung. His internationalist concept of whiteness brings to mind globalism in that it demands the participant reject their Australian ethnicity in exchange for a nebulous “white” identity. Given his lack of roots here, it’s little wonder this appeals to him. But we digress…
Another harasser used the number (03) 5222 7641 to ring the aforementioned nationalist. The number appeared to be registered to a house in Newtown, Vic, on Cairns Ave. Yet, after repeated calls went unanswered, an obliging member of the public—who just happened to stop and answer it——informed us the calls came from a pay phone in Geelong. The number checked against Telstra reveals the phone is situated at 58 Malop Street, Geelong, Vic. This is the pay phone that Roberts used to call the AFP member at least once.
On the second occasion, he filmed himself in the act. This suggests that Roberts either resides in or frequents Geelong. It also indicates he’s not concerned about us identifying him. No brain, no pain.
The video of the other caller has his identity masked by images of “Medi” superimposed over his top half. Either it was Medi who made the call, and they’re teasing him by adding those, or else it’s Dpoker himself, whom an NSN insider tells us lives in Queensland. Then again, it could be any one of the kids that Tommy grooms.
They couldn’t make it easier if they tried. This raises questions: are they chaotic, or is it bravado? Maybe it’s a little of both. It seems like a provocation in that they are hoping for a reaction. We were certainly fishing for a response when we trolled them on Telegram by establishing a NAB channel devoted solely to aggravating the gang. It was a few hours for us to go nuts and kick up our heels posting things we’d never do otherwise. The objective was to get them to retaliate. They swallowed it hook line and sinker. But why take the bait?
We proved what we set out to——the sense of organisation they smugly try to convey is in deep contrast to the sloppy manner in which they conduct themselves; and they’re getting no wise counsel from Tommy, who regularly kicks own goals, as his two arrests prove.
It’s not a case of “if” the NSN does something stupid, it’s a matter of “when.” The release of their leader with little more than a slap on the wrist has emboldened them to believe they’re invincible.
Given the long history we’ve studied of ASIO’s methods, it’s evident that they aren’t about to clamp down on the NSN immediately. If ever. They appear to have let Sewell off the leash with the deliberate intention of enabling him to round up future political prisoners. But given Sewell’s desire to wipe out all “nationalist” groups until he is the sole inheritor of “the movement” it could just be that’s also part of their gameplay; to allow him to [attempt to] do that.
To the casual observer, their rhetoric and actions are inconsistent, seeing as how counter-terrorism generally devours the small fish but releases the big catch back into the ocean.
Bear in mind, in the wake of their Cathedral Ranges stunt, in which the NSN attacked members of Antifa who’d driven to the site after being tipped off by Nick McKenzie’s antifascist allies (McKenzie had an infiltrator [David Ryan] who we believe works for ASIO inside the NSN watching it all), NSN’s founder Jacob Hersant was restricted from associating with anyone from the NSN. But not Sewell. That’s very interesting. And, as we’ve always pointed out, while in jail on remand Tom’s friend Neil Erikson was placed into a cell beside him, so the two could communicate. What was Erikson reporting back, or was he priming his former sparring partner?
Regardless of Erikson’s protestations, court reports proving that he was released immediately upon appeal of his short sentence appeared on ABC news. Furthermore, as we’ve also explained, being a sentenced prisoner, he would never have been dispatched to a remand jail. He’d have gone to prison while awaiting his appeal. Now, he’s disappeared altogether, no doubt as per his compact with authorities over his early release.
Erikson’s rap sheet in regards to dirty deeds against his supposed “comrades” and his dealings with the state is such that his reputation as a fink should be absolute by now: the evidence is there, and always has been. This again casts a pall over Sewell’s credibility, since, even though Erikson burned him umpteen times over the years, he welcomed him back like a brother. When dealing with an organisation that [should] rightfully be secretive, Sewell allowed the worst vipers into his nest. But that’s in Sewell’s hubris-addled nature.
Previously, Sewell was advised about the murky character Mark McDonald, who blew onto the scene mysteriously in 2013, attempted to inveigle people into criminal activities, recorded nationalists, and generated scurrilous rumours.
Nevertheless, Sewell acted contrary to the warning and appointed the shifty Kiwi as the head of the Sydney Lads Society. Stories emerged as those tired of the bullying culture within the Lads and who’d lost confidence in Sewell revealed McDonald’s tricky nature. An erstwhile member with experience of such things confided to us, “He was a rat. I could smell it on him.” McDonald split for New Zealand after that experience and to this very day, nobody in NZ’s nationalist circles has ever heard of him. McDonald was another feather in Sewell’s inept cap; proof that his stubborn pride and unrequited ambition concealed private motivations.
Nothing is radical about Sewell’s ersatz national socialism. The template of NSN came straight from National Action (UK) before it was proscribed as a terrorist organisation. Although, the NSN will appropriate bits and bobs from all the more extreme groups. His “EAM” and “NSN” harbour the degenerate vices that attend the yawning expatiation of abstruse “Aryan” groups. It’s all in their latency, the Satanism, the sole fixation on anti-Semitism as if the problem could simply be solved by removing all the Jews, and the gang mentality policing their order.
Yet, eliminate those things and Tommy himself is a plaid conservative happy to indulge the behaviour of his “wild boys.” A word perfectly sums up Sewell both in personality and thought: colourless. The boy has all the panache of a coat hanger. His speeches are tiresome dirges. Unsurprisingly, he bitterly resents anyone who shines brighter than he does.
But hang on! Did we just say Satanism?
To tell the story of the quasi-occult group The Order of the Nine Angles, or O9A, requires a brief biography of its reputed creator, David Myatt. Yet, to do so, would steer us off on a long and insufferable tangent. Instead, we’ll describe the essential tenets of 09A or the “Left Hand Path.” It can be summarised in two words: esoteric gibberish. However, it’s also dangerous.
The 09A intersects with National Socialism in the same way the lunatic works of Savitri Devi do. It’s not Satanism per se, but a barmy excursion into cosmic Aryanism via paganistic naturalism. Again, it’s a contest between the Aryan and the Jew in an aeonic battle between Western civilization and the Jewish “Nazarene” for control of the Milky Way. That’s a drastically abridged explanation but it’s apt nevertheless. By comparison, Scientology seems reasonable. Plus, if you told your “mundane” workmates about it, they’d hiff you into the nearest skip bin with your undies pulled up around your chin. But that’s just the zany part of this cultish twaddle. Then there is the “dark path”, which is a road that any neo-Manson child would be glad to travel.
The spiritual track requires the traveller to shun society’s taboos and commit crimes such as rape and ritual murder to earn his pips as an “external adept.” Ian Brady, the infamous British Moors murderer, followed a parallel philosophy. This is one of the three ways they establish their ‘magical powers’ and secure their passage among the Starship Troop headed for the Milky Way. Although, building a backyard rocket from old toilet roll holders would prove a lot easier.
Therefore, it’s antecedent to the myth of “supermen” and drug-free LSD trips. It’s a leaderless type of companion subculture among those influenced by The Turner Diaries and James Mason’s honeypot manifesto, Siege. Kai Murros would find it intriguing. It has about as much to do with Australia as macrame has to do with deep-sea game fishing. Unsurprisingly, it has been connected to such Federal Express “extremist” groups as Atomwaffen, the Sonnenkrieg Division, Combat 18 and National Action. And now, ta-rum ta-rum… the NSN.
The 09A in Australia is said to have originated in Brisbane during the 1990s. It never amounted to much, but like all good demons, it lingered below the earth’s surface waiting for the day when somebody spoke the magic word and released it from captivity. That happened on the defunct website Iron March.
We’re told a character from the 09A using the handle “FreshFire” mentored a young[er] Jacob Hersant in its mystical ways. He brought it into the NSN, although it’s scoffed at online. We do not suggest that Tom Sewell has any part in it, but that it festers inside the group and has assumed a shadow order that culminated in the ousting of at least one former state leader. NSN critics argue that the imagery and symbolism of the 09A are identifiable and certain detractors continue to challenge the group over their affiliations with the dark lord.
The most heinous crime connected with O9A is paedophilia! Little wonder then that those in this sub-group of NSN are keen to refute rumours about their existence.
We guess when the Milky Way finally assumes the shape of a swastika, we’ll all know the truth, but until then, it’s another big bowl of wrong connected to this glorified street gang.
We’re told by those in the know just how beset with gang culture the NSN and EAM are. They’ll readily turn on their members to either blood them or provide a scapegoat, although let’s not overstate the case, just that it’s reality. It won’t be long until one of them has the bright idea of martyring someone for the good of “the movement.” Otherwise, they willingly employ intimidation against their members and other groups.
Their penchant for bullying and coercion first began with Tom Sewell’s Lads Society. Members complained of how Tom treated the organisation like chapters of an outlaw motorcycle club with him as its president. The dynamic of the NSN is such that paranoia around the threat of violence—expressed through the ubiquitous “Fight Club” culture that’s also prevalent in Australian high schools—is central to its warrior complex.
Most telling is their declaration of Europeanness while on social media all you find is a culture contaminated by the very de-evolutional influences they profess to combat. The use of the term “nigger”, is rife, but that isn’t a racial epithet—they employ it as the blacks do the word “nigga”. When they speak of their “boys” they say, “My nigga.” Far from the high culture insisted on by their hero Adolf Hitler, they pursue the same types of urban subculture as do the coloureds and yobs: with their affected style of drill rap, and a fondness for “eshay”. Many facetiously reference Eshay Nationalism as a political subculture.
This is not a political organisation nor is it genuinely concerned with safeguarding European culture. No intelligent discussion exists on their pages, it’s all smartass, cryptic meme-driven horseplay. Tom Sewell and others [including dark horse “Medi] offer snippets of […their] wisdom via the ubiquitous and banal car video which are further minimised into memes. With all the affirming attributes of a subculture—a uniform, insular argot, and a specific musical preference to provide the score—they are a subculture. As such, they are a gang, and a gang only disintegrates except that when the NSN finally does many are going down with it.
Association laws are such that not even former members will be safe. Their only hope will be to go out of their way to disavow any connection to the group. They won’t be able to reform either because that will be regarded as a continuation of the proscribed organisation. But the saddest thing from the point of view of proper nationalists is that it will leave a false legacy for future generations who cannot reach back to find the time of true nationalism, as was the case with Blair Cottrell, Neil Erikson and Thomas Sewell. Many of the zoomers who don’t have a breadth of hindsight regard them as “nationalists” and believe they achieved something. What? Aside from the fact they know nothing of the grifting that went on, such as the theft of the accumulated fees for the aborted “Fortitude” conservative party, and their swindling of the funds provided by Christopher Shortis.
The UPF devolved into a sideshow perfect for the distractive purposes of the state. Their time became engulfed with confronting antifascists at rallies; they came to be one of a pair of rumble fish fighting in a tank who were so preoccupied with the vague mindset that defeating Antifa equated to a brick through the Overton Window that when the brouhaha was over they were simply regarded as one of two “violent” groups adrift from the norm.
The NSN is on course for this with the pimply preachers of Socialist Alternative organising with Citizens Against Racism and Fascism (CARF) to invoke a united response against the “fascists” next Saturday. It is assumed that the guests of honour will show up, as this is what they’ve been training for all this time. If that happens, the dye is cast. Should they demur, Antifa will claim victory on the day.
Many wonder why we nationalists rag on the NSN so. It’s an unfortunate case of ‘we didn’t start it.’ We were perfectly happy letting them go about their way (except for the odd article from us serving as a caveat) but they made crooked attempts to invade the nationalist ideological territory. They appropriated from our movement those things sacred to us, such as our symbols, and references, and attempted to pervert an understanding of our heritage to aid their recruitment from those who found “nativism” appealing.
Yet, we’ve seen this Nazi circus, and it’s always a honeytrap—it always turns against nationalism, and inevitably implodes. But the cult does untold damage beforehand, and even though they are not us, this isn’t clear in the minds of regular folks—those people whom nationalists want onside. For it is only with them that change can come.
No amount of stickering NS memes, no measure of virulent optics, or publicity on Nine will equate to a revolution. It won’t happen that way. The power of the state is too great and all that ends up happening is what we’ve seen overseas: they are banned, and they generate even more government support for Zionism. They justify a larger portion of the budget to counter-terrorism. They pale the line between earnest nationalism and cultism, arresting any hope of sincere political progress. They serve the vanity of one man and ruin the lives of his followers. They are rash as opposed to studious, and their emphasis on recruiting impressionable youth guarantees thoughtless and reckless action.
We are delighted so many young folks are awakened to the plight of whites, that’s undeniable—but it’s how that demographic is hijacked and rendered useless by cultish programming of end-times logic that is no different from the mania behind climate change. That obsession drives people to do stupid acts, and so does the idea of “preparing for the coming race war.”
If that argument is in dispute one only has to look at the examples at hand—those “martyrs” that haven’t changed a thing: Timothy McVeigh, David Lane, Brenton Tarrant, Anders Breivik, David Copeland, Alexander Mair, Varg Vikernes—nothing they’ve done has altered the degenerative fabric of anti-whiteness an iota. That’s simply a stark comment, not a value judgment because it happens to be true.
Meanwhile, given the repulsion the Zoomers hold for anyone over the age of 30, it’s not long before Tom Sewell finds himself challenged. What will happen when, during a fight night, a surprising newcomer floors him? What then? Will Sewell take it sportingly, or feel threatened? Likewise, after August, he’s unlikely to be shown the leniency he got this time and will almost certainly go to jail. It won’t be for that long, and if it doesn’t happen we’ll know why—but is Dpoker Cabal going to rise to take the top spot?
What’s intriguing about monitoring Dpoker’s stomach-turning page is that it’s very difficult for an outsider, or normal person, to sift the irony from the intentional. Does he mean it when he makes fun of the sneaky Medi or mocks Tom Sewell? But let’s look at Medi (Stefan Eracleous) for a second.
Medi was twice arrested for making harassing phone calls, once harassing parliamentary workers and on another occasion “vilifying an Arab”, but walked away effectively unscathed. Are things so arbitrary? We don’t know, but if it looks like a duck… well, you know the rest.
Medi became inseparable from Neil Erikson before the latter departed the field. Lay down with dogs, you catch fleas. Both were convicted of using a carriage service illegally, and both walked. Medi has appropriated the nativist concepts of nationalism and bastardised them. He is at once a Greek nationalist, an Australian nationalist, and a National Socialist, but his standing with the NSN is difficult to define. That didn’t stop him from recently visiting the Sydney NSN for undisclosed reasons and, while he was at it, visiting with others. That’s a major red flag, that’s how Mark McDonald used to act.
As such, we can see even if nobody else can, that this is a group that’s illegitimate on every level. It is being used as a vessel to ram nationalism, as has traditionally been the case with such organisations. And we’re under no illusion that they are being used in an ASIO operation.
Good luck with that. ■
Australia Day has become a parallel symbol of dispossession on a national scale: one for those claiming Aboriginal heritage, and the other for the White Australians being divested of their national cultural heritage. In this hyperbolic mist, the division of those patriotic to one notion […]Australia Day
Australia Day has become a parallel symbol of dispossession on a national scale: one for those claiming Aboriginal heritage, and the other for the White Australians being divested of their national cultural heritage.
In this hyperbolic mist, the division of those patriotic to one notion of Australia holds a difference of opinion from those harbouring a garish “woke” mindset towards this country. That disconnect is irreconcilable so long as the opposing voices continue to repudiate the validity of the Australian nation.
The gripe from the Aboriginal grievance industry is that it “hurts feelings,” and that, without a “treaty,” Aborigines cannot be expected to be reminded of the arrival of European civilization on that day 255 years ago. They are fond of slogans like “sovereignty never ceded.” Consequently, they argue to “change the date” from January 26.
Many nationalistic-minded people level their fingers at what Australia Day has degenerated into—that it’s now a “celebration” of multiculturalism and all that it’s good for is conducting naturalization ceremonies. To that end, under the constant barrage of a sentimental shellacking, some are now finding excuses to surrender the date. But they’re both wrong.
It was a brave breed of man that could undergo such an unnatural voyage in the quest for knowledge, enrichment, and the advancement of their civilisation.
Only a hardy cove survived upon the slippery decks of a wooden ship, powered by sails channelling the tempestuous winds, with a sextant and compass to navigate the astrological guideposts in an endless open sea fraught with all the perils that Neptune could muster.
Huddled in cramped and leaky quarters, suffering the privation of salty rations; enduring dysentery and other sicknesses; never knowing when an encounter with a giant wave or a mass of rock beneath the keel might spill the crew and passengers into the inky black depths of Davy Jones’ Locker.
When time is unknowable, and there is no guarantee of survival on the arduous passage atop scantily chartered waters a world away from all the comforts and routine that made the ordinary citizen tender. On these decks, true prayer was uttered. But it is those with an appreciation of mankind’s wonders who understand that only those who brave the mighty oceans—and then survive—deserve honouring. Their travels forged us the privileges of our age. Had they not prevailed, what direction would world history have taken? Or, put another way, which of your father’s most hard-earned gifts would you reject?
So it was, that on Saturday, January 26 1788, 40 years before Britain abolished slavery, Captain Arthur Phillip, 48, had led an eight-month voyage of 1,420 Christian souls, including 780 captive prisoners of His Majesty (the mad) King George III 17,000 nautical miles through the Southern Ocean into what he named Sydney Cove to hoist the British flag upon a harsh unknown land.
This First Fleet of 11 ships that had reunited first at Botany Bay on Friday, January 18 turned towards what is now Port Jackson, or Sydney Harbour.
On Friday, the 25th, Lieutenant Ralph Clark of the transport Friendship surveyed the bay and cried, “How good the Almighty is to us!”
While the majority of passengers felt trepidation, Phillip jotted in his journal, “Having passed between the capes which form its entrance, we found ourselves in a port superior, in extent and excellency, to all we had seen before. We continued to run up the harbour about four miles, in a westerly direction, enjoying the luxuriant prospect of its shores, covered with trees to the water’s edge, among which many of the Indians (Aborigines) were frequently seen, till we arrived at a small snug cove on the southern side, on whose banks the plan of our operations was destined to commence.”
It is a testament to the humanity of Phillip’s captainship that all the prisoners arrived “in as good a health as could be expected or hoped for, after a long voyage,” observed the Principal Surgeon John White, from the Charlotte.
Upon Phillip’s insistence, the passengers’ provisions (including prisoners) were supplemented by fresh food gathered at Rio and the Cape of Good Hope. Likewise, he saw that all health was diligently attended to and that cleanliness was stringently maintained.
Those who disembarked from the assembled fleet could hardly have been revelling in their “white privilege”, rather, fear and dread would’ve rent most hearts with a future few dared contemplate. After all, they were starting from scratch, with those expected to toil the hardest being slaves of His Majesty. This was now a penal colony. But it was not “Australia,” it wasn’t even yet a state. This was our nation at the moment of its conception.
The British first took possession of this land, as on January 26 soon-to-be Governor Phillip in all his finery disembarked with a guard of marines in their red coats and hoist the colours.
The following day, Phillip ordered a gang of convicts and their marine sentinels to take up axes, clear the trees, and erect tents. Slowly, over that following week, the human cargo was disgorged although many would have preferred to remain aboard. The local Eora tribe had sent word around about the strange white men, and stood upon the clifftops, surveying these Berewalgal whose weapons were loud fire sticks, or muskets.
The passengers were mainly British, but there were a few Americans, French, and even Africans. Those not in chains were government officials with their wives and children, cooks, masons and other workers with the requisite grit. Given the number of civilians included in the convoy, many undoubtedly experienced a wave of exhilaration at the adventure ahead. After all, these were times of romance and spirit and, unless obliged by marriage or contract, was a journey undertaken of a man’s free will.
And that’s where we’ll leave the national ‘creation myth’, as what immediately becomes contentious is the relationship between Phillip and the Eora tribe. Right here is the point at which those anti-Australians raise their banners and spray spittle as they shout their lugubrious slogans. This is the impasse.
Yet, it is of utmost importance to recognize what a mensch Arthur Phillip was. He brooked the laughter of his peers by declaring before departure that “there shall be no slavery in the new land.” These are the words of an idealist. They were far from reserved strictly for white men.
Naturally, those convicts sentenced to transport would no doubt have grudgingly greeted his remarks given they were dragged halfway around the world in shackles to a weird country full of savages because they either pinched a loaf of mouldy bread or spoke against the king (most crimes resulted in hanging back then). However, that is beside the point.
By all accounts, Phillip possessed the finest character and the richest gifts. He is deserving of his status as the founding father of Australia, albeit, in a long view. For that honour goes never to one man but to the men of the Labor movement a century later. By that time the Eora tribe were subdued, but not in a systematic fashion.
The jolt of modernity had struck the Aboriginal people as the colony expanded, and this might’ve presented the invidious component of the settlement from Phillip’s point of view. No question about the sovereignty of a savage people could ever have occurred to men of Phillip’s era. Had the Aborigines the powers of sailing they too would’ve disregarded such factors. After all, they were warriors. But it’s a mistake to have couched this paragraph in those terms, and quite wrong: as Phillip and his generation were an enlightened type.
He believed them to be human beings and was avowed to treat them as such.
History as we know it is gathered from the journals of the day. That history is interpreted by historians, and if it is not objective it becomes either an expression of jingoism or a bitter construal of all the facts at hand.
The writing of history can never capture the essence, or truth, of the age—at best it stays on the road of objectivity in record keeping. It becomes a series of happenings described, dates and quotations, rounded down to the most important events. Thus synopsised, the history reflects the values of the times in which it was written.
And that is where we’re at today because influential historians of the past few decades have chosen the critical reading of our history to ennoble the Aborigines. They shoulder a collective guilt they project onto us all. Ironically, they do so out of similar liberal instincts to which accompanied Phillip to the new colony; leaving us with a divisive dialectic.
A country that cannot exist comfortably with its creation myth reflects a people divided by a hostile set of ideas. Should we permit those ideas? No parasite that attacks a host organism can be considered benign or well-intentioned. Such ideas, expressed in words or action, should be likened to armed invaders intent on sacking our civilisation.
The facts about Phillip and the Eora people were thus: his orders about the Aborigines were to “conciliate their affections”, and “live in amity and kindness with them.”
He was ordered to meter out justice to anyone who should “wantonly destroy, or give them any unnecessary interruption in the exercise of their several occupations.” Standard orders they might’ve been, and perhaps intended to elicit the help of Aborigines where needed, but Phillip took them to heart.
What we don’t learn about frequently is whites and blacks dancing together on beaches, nor do we hear of the traditional songs of the Aborigines themselves describing these strangers to the land, which were transmitted on the cultural telegraph among their people.
This is not to mistype the reality of the day, for while it was forbidden for a convict to kill an Aborigine or steal from one, the soldiers were at liberty to shoot them. This they did, not arbitrarily, but in answer to a spear thrown their way. And, of course, not all the governors that succeeded Phillip were as enlightened.
History either allows Aborigines carte blanche to any behaviour, no matter how threatening, based on “indigenous ownership” or the settlers had the right to defend themselves. It cut both ways, with violence inevitable, not just among different people, but between kin. Bearing in mind, Phillip’s expectations of the Aborigines were gleaned from Captain James Cook, who redacted his more unpleasant interactions with them in the recounting of his adventures, having him believe they were peaceful.
What occurred during settlement was a fact of nature that cannot be manipulated by political agents with an ulterior motive, and all of those screeching for Aboriginal rights have an agenda.
The new world will always wake up the old, and its presence is unavoidably intrusive. What is unnatural is wishing to apologise for that.
Nowadays, the world has been thoroughly explored, and any act of colonial expansion would rightly be viewed by all as aggression. But it’s a doubtful and wilful misinterpretation of history to foment such discord about Australia. Moreover, it shouldn’t be tolerated.
There is no “debate” about the correctness of the date unless you are unsure of your footing, or have a vested interest in changing it. Either you accept the Australian nation or wish to modify it based on values-centred interpretations of our short history. The sort of interference that has afflicted Canada is being employed against Australia, right down to the study of its “treaties” with their aboriginal people.
Those modifications have beset the growth of this nation in such a fashion as is being forced upon today’s youth in the form of gender transformation. This “social experiment” of Australia has never been allowed to settle, and the meddlers assume the right to keep plucking away at us. What resulted in a class-based struggle for the worker against the exploitative classes altered into an ideological desecration of the racial concept of Australia as being necessarily “white.”
The transformation of the Labor party, which represented the white working man, into an elitist party for the progressive intellectual, bears testament to that dialectic. The majority of conservatives, holding commercial interests as they did, always supported that change. Suddenly, the essence of Australia was usurped without any credible resistance.
That abhorrence of tradition as wed to history is so comparable to the western liberal nightmare of the USA, one cannot overlook the involvement of the latter’s interference in the shaping of our nation following the end of World War 2.
Prime Minister John Curtin had found himself at loggerheads with a statesman censorious of the very idea of Australia in his encounters with President Franklin Delano Roosevelt during those dark and uncertain days of the war. The impact of this devious man on Curtin’s health is believed to have hastened his departure from this mortal coil. Roosevelt made it clear that he wasn’t about to support any idea of Australia and New Zealand establishing any enclave for the white man down under.
Every national social campaign thereafter has involved thwarting our traditions. Australia Day was a tradition long before Paul Keating enshrined it as a national holiday in 1994; his party’s decision—and all who supported it—acknowledged as much.
That tradition began in the early 1800s by those we’ll pay the respect of retrospectively calling Australians developed the self-consciousness requisite to wishing to celebrate the formation of the colonies. In those rough but unpretentious times, communities celebrated with horse races and the like. A national day began taking shape.
Politicians and their business benefactors marked the occasion by hosting festive dinners. Originally dubbed “Anniversary Day”, an annual regatta that ran inaugurally in 1836 is still held, enjoying the distinction of being the world’s oldest such continuous sailing race.
However, the public celebrations only became official in 1838, at the half-century marking the arrival of the first fleet. But the cheer gained greater momentum by 1888, spreading throughout the continent.
An association of patriotic white men, the Australian Natives Association (ANA), began their campaign to make January 26 our national day. In 1988, under the dubious leadership of the former trades union leader and American spy, Bob Hawke, the day was proclaimed a national holiday. This also marked the beginning of the movement against Australia Day, which was not yet official anyway. Hawke’s successor, Paul Keating, officially rubber-stamped the holiday as being Australia Day in 1994.
It is clear, official or not, true Australians will always recognise January 26 as Australia Day. Yet, staunch conservatives are blinking in the face of the onslaught by the Left with Nationals MP Mark Canavan this year calling for a plebiscite as to whether the date should remain.
Every country needs its national story, and the fight is over how that story is told. Presently, it’s a matter of bitter contention. Those Aboriginal lobbyists and their white liberal supporters wish it to be told from the point of view of the dispossessed Aborigine. But even in calling them Aborigines, we’re lumping together what were, in fact, disparate tribes. These activists have known enough to accord the correct tribal names to those peoples and their areas, yet generalise when it suits them.
The expectation of a “treaty” asks us to forget the fact that Aborigines did not organise in the fashion of a nation. The Australian state could never negotiate one treaty because there is no single Aboriginal nation and never was. To expect us to regard them so is to thrust them into hindsight that falsely attributes to them the status of a nation—a concept unknown to them until long after European settlement.
As it is, Australia Day doubles as a political vehicle reflected in the honours handed around, with the most prominent awarded to those based on a fashionable cause or recognition.
This year, for instance, we’re asked to honour a woman and former bodybuilder who shares her message of “body positivity” with men and boys. This is a spurious basis for a national honour.
The push to overturn Australia Day has its usual commercial supporters, and the public service, generously permitting Australians to work on this national holiday. Wouldn’t they love that? The World Economic Forum (WEF), the biggest anti-sovereign syndicate the world has ever known, would fully endorse that move. Interestingly enough, Bill Gates, one of those prominent WEF criminals is in Sydney on this day.
Changing the date is the thin end of the wedge. Already, patriotic Australians have the humungous task of working to first decrease immigration intakes, and then, restore our ownership over our country by expelling the quislings of the foreign-occupied government of Canberra and undoing the damage of multiculturalism. Furthermore, what kind of referendum would we need on a new date? Will the future be marked by minority causes inflicting annual plebiscites and referendums on us to keep pace with their manufactured grievances?
The very idea that Aborigines can parade about on our significant days arm-in-arm with globalists invalidates their cause. They cannot unite with those who wish to break down the borders and swamp Australia with the world’s overflow of perennial economic migrants and retain any credibility.
There is a powerful word in the English language and it must be employed both against the assault on our national day and in the matter of an Aboriginal voice in parliament. It is very simple and can be used as an adjective, adverb, or noun: just say no. ■