Tue. Sep 17th, 2019

For those who may be suffering Abo fatigue, beware – there is more! Yes, not only have the Indigenous Mafia shut down Ayer’s Rock as a great place to crack a tinnie and take a piss once you’ve climbed to the top, the boongs now want to “fix” our national anthem.

Abos and their white admirers gathered last Friday in Alice Springs for something called the Desert Song Festival.

A painful mob of whingers, who could out-whinge the Poms for Olympic gold, assembled to violate the copyright of whoever owns the rights to the crappy 1984 version of the anthem. Calling themselves a “committee” and then naming themselves “Recognition in Anthem” these black-and-white bozos gave their first performance of this lyrical train wreck.

About the only song Abos have had up to this point is that awful warbling noise ‘Treaty’ by Yothu Yindi.

Yothu Yindi were a case in point that the last thing an Abo needs to succeed (if they put down the goon) is talent, since they can survive on tokenism alone. And that’s fortunate for them since there isn’t a single talented Aboriginal that was ever alive ever. And we mean ever in the entire two-hundred-plus years of this country.

Moreover, music is a concept white man brought to the black fella, and he still hasn’t figured it out. He was blowing down a dunny roll holder for the past 60,000 years and wailing like an injured dingo.

Another thing about this dry-heat recital in the Alice, those Aboriginals not outnumbered by white liberals, were straight. They weren’t at all the authentic drunken improv you get from blotto blackfellas quenching their thirst at the bowser. Just being straight means they were culturally appropriating sobriety from the white man. Not one of them was bashing the missus with an empty stubbie or rolling around in the dirt outside while screaming at insects.

Before we give you a taste of the National Anthem a-la-coon, let’s hear from one of the white traitors who went there to worship a primitive culture.

Martin Haskett belongs to this ‘committee’ we mentioned. He said that this new but more atrocious version of the national anthem was all about ‘reconciliation’.

“Our current anthem doesn’t recognize Indigenous people of this country — the ambition was to create something that spoke to everyone in Australia,” he said, brushing a suspicious stain off the front of his daks.

Reconciliation is a word that we nationalists vow to ban from public usage once we’re in power. Whatever meaning it held has been taken over by the g’imee culture associated with these savages.

Reconciliation can never happen because it’s an esoteric concept that would require Abos to shut the fuck up. But that won’t happen because too much profit is to be had in victimhood, so it could go on technically until Armageddon gets us. Indeed, there has never been any national dialogue about what reconciliation means, or when it in fact can be considered over.

So, instead they bitch, put their hands out, and bitch some more. Seriously, nobody has ever pointed out the concept of contradiction to the Abo activists, because if they had, perhaps it might have sunk in.

How can you demand separate treatment, your own flag (owned by a greedy half-caste named Harold Thomas), compensation and then have the gall to think that you belong to the same country as us white fellas?

After all, we built this country, not them, and we didn’t build it for them. They were a primitive and crap culture that got colonised by Poms. As soon as enough whites had bred on this land, and grew into our own people, we earned the right not to call ourselves Poms. Federation happened and Australia was born.

But we didn’t say anything about Abos, and that’s for a good reason; this thing is ‘ours’. If they had the brains to build it then it would’ve been theirs, but it isn’t. They just had an alleged 60,000 years of bludging around and then complained when someone came here and made something of the place. Crikey.

This is why the first anthem written in the late 1800s by a humourless Calvinist Scotsman named Peter Dodds McCormick contained no mention of the Abos. Instead, he penned a big rousing arse-kiss to the Poms, so he either had to be a Protestant or else his missus had aspirations of joining the Governor for tea.

Here are the lyrics to that anthem:

1879

Australia’s sons let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature’s gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In hist’ry’s page, let ev’ry stage
Advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia fair.

When gallant Cook from Albion sailed,
To trace wide oceans o’er,
True British courage bore him on,
Til he landed on our shore.
Then here he raised Old England’s flag,
The standard of the brave;
“With all her faults we love her still”
Britannia rules the wave.”
In joyful strains then let us sing
Advance Australia fair.

While other nations of the globe
Behold us from afar,
We’ll rise to high renown and shine
Like our glorious southern star;
From England soil and Fatherland,
Scotia and Erin fair,
Let all combine with heart and hand
To advance Australia fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing
Advance Australia fair.

Should foreign foe e’er sight our coast,
Or dare a foot to land,
We’ll rouse to arms like sires of yore,
To guard our native strand;
Britannia then shall surely know,
Though oceans roll between,
Her sons in fair Australia’s land
Still keep their courage green.
In joyful strains then let us sing
Advance Australia fair.

You’ll note the joyous patriotism of the final verse with its call to arms should any foreign bludger try to come and steal what’s ours.

By 1984, a grubby commie named Bob Hawke was Prime Minister, and as a result, everyone was drinking more. This was the version some idiot came up with. As you can see, it’s the anthem of a country that wants to be raped by other races, and with lines like “For those who’ve come across the seas” it seemed to anticipate boat people. The traitorous multicult writer even had the brass to write, “We’ve boundless plains to share”.

No, we haven’t. Piss off, we’re full.

This is that crap version.

1984 Version

Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in nature’s gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history’s page, let every stage
Advance Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia Fair.

Beneath our radiant Southern Cross
We’ll toil with hearts and hands;
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who’ve come across the seas
We’ve boundless plains to share;
With courage let us all combine
To Advance Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia Fair.

The Abo Version

Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are ONE and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in nature’s gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history’s page, let every stage
Advance Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia Fair.

For sixty thousand years and more

First peoples of this land

Sustained by Country,

Dreamtime told

By word and artist’s hand

United our cultures from afar (Whaaat?)

In peace with those first here

To walk together on the soil

Respect for all grows there

From Everywhere on earth we sing (Huh?)

Advance Australia Fair

 

In times of drought and flood and fire

When all but hope is gone

Australians join with helping hands

And wattle blooms again

Tomorrow may this timeless land

Live for our young to share

From red-rock heart to sun-drenched shore

Our country free and fair

Beneath the Southern Cross we sing

Advance Australia Fair.

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