Thursday, December 6, 2018


Diverse students standing together in a row : Stock Photo

I recently tuned into SBS as I regularly do just to keep abreast of the type of egregious crap they are currently serving up just in time to catch one of the plethora of advertisements and promos that infest their broadcasting. It was a heart-string pulling piece of work that was pleading with viewers to dig deep to help out families that will be struggling this Christmas. A young girl had just broken her leg which meant that the families finances, already strained, would be completely busted, what with medical bills and time taken off work to care for her.

The unusual thing about this heart-breaker was that the entire family was white - so highly unusual for SBS which would normally be "bringing world" to us spiced with the usual array on non-whites, or alternatively, a white woman hanging off a dusky spouse (partner in Newspeak). 

I was a little slow on the uptake here, being under the hypnotic spell of television, but eventually the penny dropped. The reasoning behind this insidious effort was that because, if any donations were to be forthcoming, they would be coming from white people because a) it was being acknowledged much to the chagrin of the multiculturalists that whites are still in the majority in Australia, therefore most of the national wealth would be in the hands of whites and b) whites were the most foolishly altruistic people on the planet. They are in fact so goddamned altruistic that they think nothing of destroying themselves in order to make way for non-whites who lust after the treasures they themselves are unable to create.

However, to continue, these cunning bastards at SBS know enough about human nature to know that if the struggling family was shown to be, say, Chinese or Somali or Chinese-Somali, white people, the quietly smouldering majority that is, wouldn't give a rat's arse about the family. That would go for every other ethnic group in Australia who are rigidly interested only in what's in it for them.

But wouldn't the family being white put ethnics off donating. This is a moot point because they wouldn't be contributing anyway unless the family in the advertisement was shown to be of their ethnic group. This is the way multiculturalism really works behind all the bullshit. It's tribalism, the war of tribe against tribe.

Can one really believe that the people pulling the strings at SBS are smart enough understand these racial dynamics which is indeed evidenced by their cynical ploy of showing the struggling family as white, but are not smart enough to be able to comprehend the logical conclusion of multiculturalism which couldn't be described in any better way than in the words of a poet?

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood dimmed tide is loosed ... "   

There are only two possibilities: these people are so blinded by their own ideology/religion that their brains have turned to mush, or else they know exactly what they are doing and will not stop until total victory is theirs.

Monday, November 26, 2018


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"Sydney Opera House was draped in [PRC] red with Chinese 
Characteristics", as gleefully reported in the People's Daily and
quoted by Clive Hamilton
What was once Lunar New Year in deliriously multicultural Sydney was re-branded by the obsequious   Sydney County Council several years ago. It is now Chinese New Year. With the picture opposite of the Sydney Opera House as it appeared on NYE 2015 featuring in the People's Daily, Australian officials bursting with multicultural pride, were as happy as a pet poodle being stroked.

This couldn't illustrate more accurately Australia's truly abject kow-towing to its new master as China resumes it's ancient position as the Middle Kingdom - the centre of the world. The world of which China was the hub the first time around, comprised little more than itself and and immediate neighbours. This time around though, the suzerainty is greatly expanded and includes lands not even known to the Chinese of the classical period - Australia and New Zealand, for example. The red Opera House is nothing less than tribute being paid to the suzerain.

Along with the resurrection of the Middle Kingdom is the re-establishment of the famed Silk Road that connected China with South East Asia and Europe, albeit a Silk Road more concerned with geo-strategy and projection of power than trade. The "soft power" in this equation though is more silky than ever. Here is China as generous as Santa Clause handing out goodies to all who may be in need along the road, now given the catchy title of One Belt One Road (OBOR). Need new port facilities here? Need a new power-plant there? Need a loan? No problem. How much? Naturally, all of this "altruism" comes with strings attached. For example, China may need the use of that port themselves from time to time, or some of that power being produced could come in handy for Chinese  purposes, or can't pay back that loan? Relax. We'll be able to work something out. This Chinese debt trap has been aptly termed "debtbook diplomacy".

NEWS FLASH: The Australian Government has just twigged to this caper and is taking counter measures with its "tilt to the Pacific". Although we've already forked out billions to these failed states, we've decided to up the ante. Why, only in the last few days our illustrious leader has announced ponying up for the modernisation and enlargement of a naval base on Manus Island in conjunction with the Papuan and American governments. Our government is cagey though about how big a proportion of the funding will be coming out of Australian tax-payers' pockets. Given the Papuan share will probably be coming out of the aid we funnel to them, and the Americans' new-found resolve to have allies supporting more of the cost of shared defence, Australia's contribution is bound to be more than a mere bagatelle.

Of course China is said to be enraged at our paying more attention to what is going on in our own backyard and, moreover, slanting those goings on towards our own interests. How dare we! Just whose sphere of interest the south west Pacific is now is being proclaimed through a bullhorn. But come on. Why would the world's second largest economy be at all alarmed about pipsqueak Australia deciding to throw around some money of its own? If this is going to become an economic pissing contest, Australia would be well advised to stay out of it unless it's capable of taking more than a rubber dagger to an artillery duel - which it can't. Our politicians time and money we pay them would be far more usefully spent on paying some attention to the OBOR strategy playing out within our own borders.

Silent invasion : China's influence in Australia / Clive Hamilton with research by Alex Joske.


Exhibiting the reaction time of a man who looks down at his glistening bones and realises he has been eaten alive, the Australian government has recently knocked back the sale of pipelines to Hong Kong's CK Assets Holding Ltd delivering half of the country's gas as it wouldn't be in Australia's interest . This is "a decision that has the potential to further inflame diplomatic tensions with China". (Bloomberg) So no prizes for guessing who is pulling CK's strings. Now picture Australia's leaders on hands and knees backing away from the Emperor's throne.

Is this a comedy show? Let's do a quick check on what's already been flogged off to the avaricious Chinese, always of course being rigorously careful to avoid any threat to the national interest. Top of the list would have to be the ninety nine year lease on Darwin Harbour to a Chinese company and don't be fooled by the plethora of such companies having can-do, capitalistic names - they are invariably shopfronts for the Chinese government, meaning of course the CCP. In terms of strategic value - as much to Australia as to China - this would be difficult to beat. It could be equaled though if anything eventuates from Chinese sniffing around Townsville also in our north.

The Americans have been for some time concerned about and have determined to do something about the Chinese buying land and property in proximity to their military installations. But dopey Australia? She'll be right mate, even if Townsville is home to one of our largest military bases.

The Tasmanian dairy industry was offloaded to the Chinese some time ago as well as tracts of arable land on the mainland.  Snapping up valuable assets like these which will be of crucial importance to China as it finds it increasingly difficult to feed its population is all part of what is called the Hundred Year Marathon. How's that for forward thinking particularly in comparison to our own idiots finding it almost impossible to think past the three years between elections?

A quick check of what else has been handed over in return for filthy lucre turns up such gems as the entire Port of Newcastle sold outright to a conglomerate backed by, you guessed it, the CCP. Almost unbelievably, even the Port of Melbourne has been sold to another conglomerate, this one with only twenty percent of shares owned by the Chinese. Whew, that was a close one.

Good thing we stopped the greedy bastards getting their hands on our gas pipelines because it turns out they already own the meat and potatoes of our energy industry. Energy Australia, for example, is wholly owned by another puppet company of Beijing. Any Chinese hacker worth his MSG could already shut down our entire energy grid.

Also integral to the Hundred Year Marathon is the formation of Beijing's Asia Infrastructure Investment Bank cunningly designed to supplant the World Bank and fund OBOR projects. It's extremely unlikely these assets will be left unprotected. They'll have to be guarded. And who better to do the guarding than the People's Liberation Army. Now get this - included in the outrageous Darwin deal is an agreement to allow the lessees to employ a unit of maritime militia. On page 130 of Silent Invasion, we're informed that "900 potential OBOR projects in Australia have already been identified". Will some kind of militia or even units of the PLA be appointed the task of protecting them? Will they be given orders orders to fire on our officials or army if ever we grow a pair and decide to try and take these assets back?

According to Aloysius Fozdycke (could that possibly be a bodgy name?)  in the ... "financial year ... 2016 - 2017 ... the Chinese increased their land holdings in Australia by at least ten times - 1,000%". See Australia Has Been Gifted to China  on or click on Makow's archives 



An estimated one million Chinese now live in Australia. But where do their hearts reside?

Straight after the Tiananmen Square massacre of June 4, 1989 in which tanks were flattening pro-democracy student protesters, Cry Baby Bob Hawke, the Australian Prime Minister at the time, after wiping away his tears declared that all 20,000 Chinese students studying in Australia would be given asylum if they wanted it. This was a big call, especially in light of Hawke's assumption that every one of these students shared the political opinions of those recently used as pot-hole fillers. They weren't. In fact, a rough estimate given by Clive Hamiliton, extrapolating from overseas figures - Canada and the US - less than 10% would have dissidents. A great many of them were here studying Mickey Mouse English Language courses and not the rigorous type of university courses that would attract ideologues. Once the coffers of these shonky language colleges have been added to, administrators don't particularly care if the student goes AWOL.

Laughably, many of these formerly apolitical students were scurrying to join pro-democracy Chinese groups to establish their bone fides and obtain a moral certainty they would be allowed to stay in Australia. Family chain migration would add at least another 100,000, again according to Hamilton. Alan James goes even further in New Britannia - the Rise and Decline of Anglo Australia, in saying the potential of the chain reaction could have been as high as 300,000. But why quibble? If we are fated to become an actual Chinese colony by as early as 2040 as our friend Aloysius Fozdyke believes, this is a moot point.

Tiananmen was a turning point for China as well as Australia. Even in materialistic, atheistic China where no great value is placed on an individual life, it was realised you can't continue to run tanks over those who don't agree with you. There had to be a better way; there was; it's called nationalism.
Just as Uncle Joe Stalin realised he didn't stand much of a chance of opposing Barbarosa by sending out his hordes  to fight for Marxism-Leninism and that it would be much smarter to have them fighting for Mother Russia in what usefully came to be called The Great Patriotic War, the Chinese leadership decided to take a leaf out of his book of winning ways.

The Century of Humiliation became the hub around which the education of the young would revolve. This was essentially a mass, non stop brainwashing exercise designed to stoke resentment at how China had been egregiously treated by avaricious colonialists of all stripes (especially the Japanese, but Europeans not all that far to the rear) when it was on its knees and unable to defend itself against this obscene exploitation. This tactic brilliantly redirected widespread anger outward instead of inward.

It reaped the additional reward of a diaspora of youth smouldering with resentment radiating out into the lands of those who so cruelly treated the motherland through this dark period of Chinese history. It's difficult to see how Australia could be indicted in this offence but not so difficult to see how Australians could be painted as descendants of the English exploiters, albeit with the even more noxious convict strain.

The now highly resentful Chinese youth residing in Australia, although probably with no really zealous subscription to the Chinese Communist Party line, but fully stoked with Chinese nationalism are largely controlled from Beijing, specifically by "the United Front Work Department (UFWD) of the CCP Central Committe and is 'based upon the Marxist-Leninist mass line tactics, techniques and strategies'. The UFWD targets social organisations, Chinese-language media, student associations, professional associations and business elites." (my italics) (Hamilton P29)

 In Australia, the Chinese Embassy acts as the conduit between Beijing and these various association, particularly of the student variety of which there is a plethora, and is always ready to help with funds and direction.

If in any doubt of this, all one has to do is think back to 2008 when the Olympic torch (for the Chinese games) was passing through Australia and protesters for Tibetan freedom considered it opportune to demonstrate. They were quickly drowned out by a well organised horde of aggressive Chinese counter demonstrators, shouting, screaming and waving their national flags.

This is just the tip of what should have Australian leaders quivering with anxiety but of course it doesn't. What is truly alarming is the number of Chinese invited into our universities, research institutes, scientific establishments and even defence departments who like the students never stop being Chinese and are as ever inscrutable. Just how much smouldering is happening behind that friendly smile in regard to the great humiliation.

If you want to know what is really happening to Australia do yourself a favour and get hold of a copy of Silent Invasion: China's Influence in Australia by Clive Hamilton. If you have any lazy money lying around get also New Britannia: The Rise and Decline of Anglo Australia by Alan James. If you haven't already got a fire going in the belly, this will ignite one.

Thursday, November 8, 2018


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It's been around for a while, probably throughout recorded history: Propaganda - the gift that keeps on giving. Rulers have always needed ways of keeping the ruled from wandering off the reservation.  When some other ruler was giving trouble, or the ruler wanted to cause that ruler trouble, it was hard going without having the subjects on side. Nasty things needed to be said. After all, it would take clever manipulation to convince a man to leave his humdrum but relatively comfortable groove and march off into cannon fire and bayonet charge for something that lacked any real advantage to himself.

Propaganda worked equally well in revolutions. Who for example with any solid historical knowledge would believe that Marie Antoinette ever actually said something as crass as "let them eat cake" when informed of the lethal shortage of bread. Trained from birth to take her place in royalty, she would no doubt have learnt something about noblesse oblige - nobility obliges, or put another way, with great power and privilege goes responsibility - a duty to care about one's people. For those living in a poisonously cynical age of "liberal democracy" in which our "leaders" deserve all the cynicism that can be mustered, it's difficult to believe that royalty once took this responsibility seriously. But if wanting to ginger up the rabble even more than they'd already been gingered, did a possibly more effective tool exist with which to do it? It was a gem, a benchmark, a Shakespeare to every budding writer. Possibly, who knows? if that embodiment of callousness had never been attributed to her, Marie may have even kept her head. 

After Gutenberg invented the first true printing press in the fifteenth century and, like all new technology, it started becoming cheaper and thus more available, just about anyone with a cause could amplify his voice exponentially. So began the era of the pamphleteer, able to produce usually succinct, hard-hitting literature cheaply. Extremists of both the left and the right with pamphlets as their dueling weapons could fight it out to their hearts content. Obviously, exponents of graffiti had been doing this since the advent of written language - the Pharaoh's a dickhead! But naturally this could in no way match the sophistication and reach of the pamphleteer.    

Printing presses of course also opened the way to mass produced newspapers taking advantage of the freedom of the press, albeit, as is often said, the freedom  of those who owned the presses. This was probably the point at which the power to mould public opinion began to resemble the awesome mind-bending potential with which we are familiar today. It was also a greatly enhance vehicle of the political cartoon, the message of which could be instantly understood by even the most plodding of readers. They were highly effective and still are.  Witness the hounding to an early grave of our own late, great Bill Leak who, even after his death, suffered the indignity of having those under whose skin he'd gotten dancing on that very same grave.

During World War 1, the British showed themselves to be true masters of the art of propaganda posters and cartoons. It was of such high quality and so effective - the British public fully believing German soldiers were storming through Belgium bayoneting babies for sport - that a certain Doctor Joseph Goebbels, so impressed by the efficacy of this propaganda, determined to employ a new and improved version in Round 2, or as it was called, World War 2. He was greatly aided in this by the radio being by now an item to be found in most households.

Of course the other side wasn't standing still in this propaganda arms race. It was in fact warming to the task with tall tales of the industrial disposal of  European Jewry with elaborate touches such as the lampshades made out of Jewish skin, soap made out of Jewish fat (perhaps slim pickings from those said to be so emaciated) and blood bubbling up from mass graves like the oil of the Beverley Hillbillies.

There was though a stark difference between the British propaganda of the war to end war and the Allied propaganda of the war to follow: the Brits, after the guns had stopped smoking, and being the good sports that they were, came clean and admitted that all the beastly things they'd said about the "Hun" had been complete bullshit. All's fair in love and war, eh chaps. However, no such retraction was made after Germany was left a smouldering, smashed ruin in 1945 and millions of its citizens allowed to perish in the ensuing "peace".

The reasons for this aren't all that difficult to understand. Between fifty and sixty million (although vastly overshadowed by the supposed six million - the former being merely goyim) had perished in an easily avoided war, one that would have remained a border dispute, a localised war, or at worst the probable clash between National Socialism and Stalinism, with the latter being a ten to one on loser. That being the case, history would have taken a different course: Eastern Europe would not have disappeared into the Soviet maw and Korea, Vietnam, and Red China with the concomitant loss of millions of lives would not have happened. No, far better to forever sing the praises of "the good war" and the defeat of the blackest evil ever to appear outside of Satan's kingdom. Naturally enough, Adolph Hitler, as the demented Anti-Christ determined to take over the world and rule it as his personal fiefdom had to be kept alive for all eternity. The History Channel does a bang-up job of this. Even if, for argument's sake allowing that the six million were actually hurried off this mortal coil, he was nowhere near in the same league as  Stalin (60,000,000) or Mao (45,000,000 in just the four years of the Great Leap Forward). If the truth be known, even Pol Pot (1,800,000 or around a quarter of the Cambodian population) would make Adolph look like a rank amateur. But of course these mass murderers weren't killing the Chosen, and in the case of the Soviet Union, it was the Chosen doing most of the killing.

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The "Holocaust" (patented with a capital H) was though the gilt edge guarantee of the so-called good war, even if every other justification for Britain and France declaring war on Germany fell apart like so much rotten timber, not to mention the idiotic guarantee given to Poland which could not be backed up and in the final wash-up Poland suffering the even worse fate of being gobbled up by the Soviets. But that was quietly forgotten about.

Zionists managed to contain their glee over the suffering of their fellow Jews - and let's not forget who was co-operating with Hitler in getting Jews from Germany to palestine - but would be hard-pressed to deny that it was a gift from God ("the one god", their exclusive god, meaning of course that non-Jews are therefore godless, soulless and mere "cattle").

What better demonstration was needed of plague-like anti-Semitism than the attempt to do away with the entire Jewish "race"? And of course Zionists need anti-Semitism like alcoholics need alcohol. How else to keep the Jewish sheep corralled than the permanently instilled fear of totally unfounded and irrational hatred of them by the Goyim? Why before you knew it, the dear, innocent souls would be wandering off to intermarry with the other that they'd found to be not so bad after all. The Jewish people hadn't survived for more than three thousand years against all odds just to see that happen. NO SIREE!

As a bonus that couldn't be matched by a million combined quiz shows, the Zionists won Israel. No Holocaust - no Israel. But it didn't stop there. There were fabulous compensations to wrenched  out of Germany as well as Swiss banks to be shaken down. And there was so much guilt, wonderful, beautiful guilt, a basement full of guilt as big as Scrooge McDuck's basement full of gold - and gold it was. There was more than enough to go around. Why not share it around to those not directly responsible for the roughing up Jews had experienced during the war? First up, there were all those Germans who claimed to not know what was happening (as well as the Red Cross who were regularly visiting the "death camps"). Ha! They knew all right, those "willing executioners" of Hitler.

And so the ripples of guilt spread. What about those countries, even though they were destroying the persecutors of the Jews, refused to accept Jewish refugees? It was about time they accepted their share of the guilt. On further thought, the Jewish experience during the war was simply the tip of the iceberg. It could not have existed without the support of the nine tenths hidden underwater, that is, the perennially existing, forever lurking anti-Semitism endemic to the West (Western Christiandom).

This could be fairly pinpointed as the beginning of the phenomenon that has come to be known as "white guilt". It was this point that the West began to veer off in a direction radically different from its course throughout the millennia. Good would become bad, healthy would become sick, abnormal would become normal, self-preservation and love of one's own would become "hate". In short, everything which had been believed in throughout the west was stood on its head. How could this have happened in little over half a century?

A certain astute Marxist political thinker named Antonio Gramski, being infinitely more realistic than other Reds of his time, accepted that the industrialised west, where the workers had never had it so good, was not going to crumble before anything as unsophisticated as a Bolshevik style revolution. No, several orders of magnitude more of sneakiness was required. He visualised a Marxist takeover being slipped in through the backdoor, and aimed at the power-points of western society - what came to be called the march through the institutions. A certain group of Jewish Marxists that would come to wear the tag of "the Frankfurt School", running away from the National Socialists to set up shop in New York decided this was an excellent strategy and began implementing it. And the cunning bastards actually pulled it off, showing once again what a tightly organised, supremely ethnocentric group, which thinks only of its own tribe, can achieve in the midst of an unsuspecting, atomised society. They went straight for the jugular - the universities. The rest would be easy.

This was necessary but not sufficient. Much more was needed to turn the west into the cesspools we see today. In Goebbels's day, master of propaganda that he was, he was limited by the relatively primitive tools he had at his disposal - basically radio and newspapers and film, still though in its infancy. Today, a plethora of media is available with which to control people's minds, with television being king of the castle and cinema being also highly effective in its subtlety, devilishly clever when used as it is - most people believing they are simply being entertained. Now here's the 65,000 dollar question: who owns most of this media? No, forget the sixty five grand. There's no prize at all. The question is far too easy.

A polite term for propaganda is "public relations" and the so-called father of public relations was Edward Bernays, a nephew of Sigmund Freud. The man was an artist and studied human nature so ardently he learnt just about everything to know about what makes them tick, and what buttons to press to have them obeying like robots to his every suggestion. You can imagine the fabulous wealth he amassed from advertising. But of course the exact same methods used to sell products can be employed to sell ideas, political and social.

Part of what he learnt about human psychology was that, because people are social animals, the  "herd instinct" that exists in other pack animals exists just as strongly in humans. One of the strongest human instincts is the need to belong, exile being one of our worst primal fears. So we go along to get along. If the herd changes direction, we don't want to be left hanging. We're also imitative but we have little desire to imitate losers and nobodies. We much prefer to imitate people with status. Ever wondered why film stars are paid small fortunes to say they use a certain shampoo or beauty aid. To the rational mind, it doesn't seem to make a lot of sense. But it's not the rational mind being targeted; it's the not so rational unconscious.

Now what if high status individuals such as university professors, politicians, churchmen and others of inescapably high profile were promoting and repeating with hypnotic beat certain ideas, even if those ideas clashed markedly with the ideas previously held? (It goes without saying that these ring-leaders first had to be trained.) Who wants to be the Lone Ranger? Who wants to be exiled?

A never ending debate is who had the most accurate vision of the dystopian future we are entering, Aldous Huxley or George Orwell? It's a toughy. I'm sitting on the fence but my legs are hanging on Huxley's side. Orwell had the surveillance side of the story down pat. One only has to look at London with its from home to work, from work to home being followed every step of the way by CCTV. Many other world cities are not far behind.

China is currently experimenting with facial recognition technology which can tell which citizens have been good and which citizens bad. "Social Credit" has been given a new meaning by the CCP. Each citizen is given the same number of points to begin with as if in some kind of game. For every good action (perhaps praising the Party) points are added, for every bad action (littering, for example) points are deducted. Lose too many points and one becomes a kind of non-citizen effectively immobilised in home detention. Western governments affect to be scandalised by this development but behind the pretence they are no doubt watching closely, thinking, what a good idea.

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It is Huxley's appreciation of the advantages of subtlety over brute force that gets him over the line first. The denizens of the Brave New World are, for example, encouraged to cavort endlessly in Bacchanalian sexual couplings - the distraction par excellence. Sound familiar. It may be the most appealing of distractions, but it's just one of the myriad keeping us blinded to who's pulling the strings. In fact, so distracted are we, we don't even know there are strings. The foolish brave new worlders believe they are living in the best of all possible worlds - because that's what they have been cleverly taught to believe. Are we really any different? It's as if, before Huxley even began writing his book, he'd come across Goethe's famous quote:
"None are so hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free."
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The mind-benders of today, being the miracle workers they are, are almost worthy of admiration. After all, look at what they've achieved: they've convinced the majority of the whites of the west that it's a good thing to give away their countries without a shot being fired - unprecedented in world history. Whites under their spell now believe that the poison of multiculturalism is "enriching" and not fragmenting their homelands. Mass immigration of the third world into the first world, thus converting it into the third world is viewed with contentment. Miscegenation, seen when the west was still healthy as a crime against nature, is robustly encouraged and millions of white idiots are dutifully doing their part. White genocide, a crime so enormous it defies comprehension, is not even believed to be being committed. Homosexuality is healthy and normal - let's share the love. It is selfish heterosexuals who are now suspect. And how about three cheers for the deadly scourge of Feminism sinking the white birth rate to below replacement levels.

Cui Bono? Who benefits from this catastrophe upon catastrophe? Or, to ask the perennial question, is it good for the Jews? Is it good that the people so loathed and feared by the Chosenites are being destroyed? You can bet your arse it is. Don't believe me? Then simply take a squiz at the Babylonian Talmud. Not enough time? Then the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion might have to suffice. Oh, I forgot - it's a forgery. Strange though how everything predicted in it came to be realised. 

Sunday, October 28, 2018


Fraser Anning during a press conference at Parliament House in Canberra. Picture Gary Ramage

Senator Fraser Anning is a loose cannon once again in the Australian Senate after being kicked out of Bob Katter's Australia Party. The good news is that, now an independent, free of party strings he is entirely his own man and able to say what he wants - not that being a party member really hampered him in that but at least he will not be tied down by having to toe any party line. 

More good news is that after the recent furor of his having the temerity to state that a ban should be put on Muslim immigration and, further, all immigration should be returned to what it once was, that is, from similar or the same racial stock as it originally was (gasp!), and now after his being punted from his second supposedly nationalist party - the first being Pauline Hanson's One Nation, the concomitant publicity has blown him out of relative obscurity into national prominence. Incidentally, Hanson expressed as much shock and disgust at Anning's opinions on immigration (what have they done to you dear?)  as the entire politically correct parliamentary brigade who, en mass, wore expressions befitting a man who had been caught by surprise by a particularly sad fart in a crowded elevator. 

This entire episode in indicative of the parlous state to which we have descended. Here is one lone voice in the supposed house of the people's representatives, almost Canute-like, trying to turn back the tide, warning of the fate we are being herded toward - a fate worse than national death: national suicide.

Katter himself swings like a weather vane. He initially supported Anning to the hilt. "Solid gold," he said of the man and his opinions. But now  his support has obviously wilted like neglected celery. Curiously, in the meantime he has come out strongly in support of gun ownership. To justify his stand he claims the country needs men with rifles who know how to use them in case of attack by a foreign power (true, and the source of some comfort when in the forties when the nation was transfixed by the possibility of a Japanese invasion). However he goes further by saying the country also needs guns in case of attack or attacks by an internal enemy although he doesn't name this enemy - as if he had to. So, boiled down, Katter thinks banning Muslim immigration an egregious violation of human rights, but appears to harbour no such scruples when it might come to shooting Muslims. Oddly enough, this seems to have flown over the MSM radar, normally as sensitive to out-of-bounds play as an electron microscope.

But it's really not all that difficult to work out the real reason Katter has dropped Anning like a used sanitary pad, a man he had a short time earlier likened to a nugget of pure gold. Included in Anning's "inflammatory" statements about immigration were the words, "final solution", as in a final solution to our problem of population replacement, but of course a certain tribe began shrieking and wailing because of the their associating Anning's phrase with that used by the Third Reich in regard to the final solution of the Jewish problem - die Endlosung. This, naturally was beyond the pale (no pun intended). In lockstep, Australian parliamentarians, well aware of who never to upset, no matter what, joined the same dots. 

Back to Katter. He is obviously fully aware of what the highest per capita immigration (of non-whites) in the world is doing to Australia, as it is intended to do. "As a race," he had bravely and astonishingly stated at the pinnacle of the brouhaha, "we are being buried by immigration." But by the same token, he is obviously totally clueless about who is ultimately responsible for the burying of the entire west by this strategy as evidenced by his rushing to paint himself as just as much of a philo-Semite as his parliamentary buddies. Oh, how we are suffering also because of this outrage, although suffering as we might we'll never be able to suffer like you who have turned suffering into an art-form. 

Of course it's impossible to know whether Anning has a greater insight into this phenomenon than these clowns but one suspects he does, or at least hopes he does. One can only hope he is the odd man out on this ship of fools. And yes, he is only one man but, as is said about lotteries, if you don't buy a ticket ....

Write and give him your support:
Senator Fraser Anning
GPO Box 228
Brisbane, Queensland
Australia 4001

Thursday, August 2, 2018


It's strangely warm for a Saturday night only two thirds of the way through winter. The city seems kissed by a zephyr from a balmier clime

The line of cops strung in front of the International Conference Centre looks intimidating and not in the mood for any nonsense. A posse of cops on the backs of their sleek and disciplined mounts standing to attention in a formation nearby look equally capable of zero tolerance. A fleet of police cars, including some of the mobile prison cell type, amplify the police presence. All this apparently without the outrageous price tag of $68,000 (aka protection racket) attached to an identical event by the commissars south of the border. (That's Victoria, not Mexico. However, it's sometimes referred to as Mexico by people north of the border.) But not a demented red-ragger in sight. Oddly disappointing. Welcome to the Sydney stage of the Molyneux/Southern roadshow. Spectacular Darling Harbour by night is a fitting location.

Inside the opulent Conference Centre, entrance to which is only allowed after having one's printed out ticket photographed, the security is airport grade. In fact, after placing all ones metal possessions and wallet in plastic basket and being subjected to a metal-detector scan, it's oddly reminiscent of being about to board a plane. Possession of a Swiss Army Pocket knife has this particular attendee sent on the long march back to the cloak room where the cloakers scramble to find a sticker small enough to match it with the issued ticket. Perhaps just a tad over the top. But then again, we  live in interesting times.

The walk to the designated auditorium, about as big as the concert room in the Opera House, again engenders a faint feel of air-port deja vu, taking as long as it does.

Inside the auditorium, filling up fast, one immediately feels the cosiness of a "safe space". It feels almost like a gigantic family reunion, which in a way it is - we are about 99 per cent members of the Anglo-Saxon-Celtic race, which of course is the next step up from an extended family - one held together by "the crimson thread of kinship". It goes without saying, this is nowadays a rare situation, the odd exception perhaps being a first grade Rugby League game - one in which Canterbury/Bankstown (a heavily Islamised area) is not involved.

Right on the dot of eight o'clock, the MC welcomes all to the event and announces the imminent appearance of Stefan Molyneux, who, when he strides onto the stage, thunderous applause explodes. The reaction is one normally associated with a movie star or rock idol.

Pacing back and forth (as he'll do for the next hour, clocking up perhaps half a K, all the time faithfully and expertly followed by a camera throwing the much larger than life image of him onto the screen behind him) he cracks his first joke, of which there'll be many. He's a well balanced combination of entertainer and bearer of a deadly important message. "Did you have any trouble getting past the protester?" he asks. Mirth rocks the audience. If spirits were higher, the roof would be lifting.

But down to business. This is an Australian audience so Stefan naturally enough cuts from the general to the specific, that is, issues specifically Australian. A a trained philosopher, the sharpness of the Moyneux intellect and his ongoing life as a scholar is immediately on display as he demonstrates the research he's done on one of the most dangerous fault-lines in the life of the nation: bitter, never ending Aboriginal squawking and weeping over "injustices", exploiting to the hilt the Australian version of pathological white guilt and self-hatred. This mess needs serious analysis and deconstruction, something of which  Stefan immediately proves himself to be eminently capable.

He begins to address a question that would have occurred to any thinking Australian: Is Aboriginal failure including living in "third world conditions" sufficiently explained by laying one hundred percent of the blame on white racism? Could perhaps a more compelling answer be provided?

Stefan begins to provide it. His homework has obviously included researching Aboriginal mythology. Every race has had its mythology. It has been a necessity. Humans have always needed some way of understanding and explaining their world. The difference though between Aboriginal mythology and all others is that the latter have always been superseded by  enquiry that has always followed doubts that perhaps total and ultimate truth has not been attained. Molyneux cites perhaps the greatest thinker of all time - Socrates who in his humility conceded that he knew very little, perhaps nothing at all. Naturally to be able to plan a journey, one must be sure of the starting point. This was Socrate's starting point from which he could move closer to truth.

On the other hand, mythologies that have ossified into unbreakable dogma have as a starting point - a starting point from which no progress can be made -  a belief that all that needs to be known is already known so no further searching for truth is required. To digress, this phenomenon is similar to the received wisdom of classical China that held that perfection had been attained so any change would be a retroactive step. Consequently, China remained petrified while the rest of the world progressed.

 People who point to the low average IQ of Aborigines as explanation of their continued failure are missing point, at least in regard to how Molyneux sees it. He cites the famous bell curve of intelligence which he maintains is applicable to every race.  What then happened to the many Aborigines who must have landed on the business end of the curve over thousands of years? Dogma such as already alluded to must be protected at all cost. It allows no room for boat-rockers. Anything is more tolerable than threats to beliefs so ingrained and with so much invested in it. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man must be king. NO, in the land of the blind, the seeing man is killed because the reality he describes is blasphemy to the blind. And so, superior Aboriginal men, potential leaders, men of vision, men who thought outside of the dogmatic square would have been perceived as deadly threats and done away with.

Even though, because of the egalitarian religion, the spinners of our Zeitgeist cannot accept anything other than white racism to explain Aboriginal failure, the reason given by Molyneux's is far more plausible and would be far easier to accept, that is, if people were allowed to think their own thoughts.

Molyneux chuckles at the Rouseauean romantic nonsense of of "the noble savage", especially as it is applied to "first Australians". As anybody who has ever taken the trouble to look at the work of early Australian anthropologists is, Molyneux is acquainted with the reality so distant from the notion of the idyllic life of peace-loving people living in perfect harmony with nature in a southern Shangri La. On the contrary, life in Australia before the coming of the white man was "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short". How else to explain the pathetically small number inhabiting the continent - estimated at around 300,000 -  after forty thousand years (now stretched to sixty thousand and growing). Infanticide was rife, as Professor Geoffrey Blainey concedes in his otherwise glowing account of early Aboriginal life in his Triumph of the Nomads. Over this almost geological span of time, millions would have had their skulls smashed on rocks or their mouths filled with sand or simply left behind to the elements and wild animals before they'd so much as sampled life.

With their superior men unceremoniously, or possibly ceremoniously eliminated and with constant warfare and infanticide keeping their numbers steadily pegged in accordance with the food supply available to hunters and gatherers living a hand-to-mouth existence, it shouldn't surprise that Aborigines made zero progress in the millennium of wandering the continent otherwise boasted about. And should it surprise that whites created a cutting edge civilization on this ancient land in the slim fraction of time available to blacks. Should it surprise as well that when a technologically advanced civilization collided with a stone-age culture, conflict ensued? That conflict involved more whites being murdered by blacks than vice versa, but of course all we ever hear about are "massacres" of Aborigines.

True to Molyneux's wanting to acquaint himself with the local situation, that is, a variation on the theme of of the havoc wrought by multiculturalism's devastating effect on the west, he tells of exposing himself to an experience endured every day by millions of Australians. He relates how with his entourage he inflicts on himself a train journey from the city out through the suburbs and finds his group within a short time being the only whites in the carriage. Of course it's worse for white locals travelling alone and perhaps wondering if that last tunnel was a portal into a parallel, non-white universe. Do I need a passport? The audience seems to gush with relief and gratitude that, finally, here is someone who understands. Molyneux knows how to work a crowd.

The time has flown by and he brings his hour's talk to a close. Again the applause is tumultuous and becomes even more so when he introduces his co-speaker, the lovely Lauren Southern who waits for the applause to die down, then immediately launches into an unvarnished examination of the deplorable way in which she has been treated by the Australian media. "Nazi (of course), "extreme right wing", "gun nut", "hate speech enthusiast", "dangerous" are just some of the epithets attached to her in the short time since her arrival down under.

Even a publication that portrays itself as centre-right - and to be fair, it's probably slightly to the right of just about every other element of the Australian media, but of course all things are relative. A pale red fish swimming in a red ocean might think of itself as being vastly different to to all the other fish of a darker red hue - has dished out an egregious diatribe of outright lies about Southern. It's clear that she has been affected by at, brandishing one of the offensive copies as she does. The article has gone further than simply slanting the news - it's a barrage of bald faced lies about Lauren's walk with a film crew through Lakemba, a suburb lost to multiculturalism - specifically Muslim monoculturalism - during which she was confronted by a police sergeant strongly discouraging the continuation of the walk on the grounds that it will offend Muslim sensibilities and possibly lead to disharmony, even violence.

The cop's efforts are nothing other than a brazen attempt to curtail Lauren's civil right, as indeed anyone else's right to walk along a public street and, further, to endeavour to engage people in conversation. Lauren, without arrest or trial, has been declared guilty here. The cop has abandoned his duty to protect her should her mere presence incite precious Muslims to inflict violence on her. The implication here is that it would be their right to do so. Lauren is essentially a potential blamed victim. As one of our braver journalists has noted, this strange legal principle would not apply should a group of enraged Christians spill out of a church to assail Muslim protesters. The Christians would be duly arrested, carted off, tried for assault and more than likely handed out stiff sentences. Their behaviour would after all be branded "hate crime".

Outrageously, the Sydney Telegraph, the copy of which Lauren has with her, backs the cop, sympathises with Muslims "threatened" by this slim, blonde girl with her pesky questions and agrees that she is indeed the culprit. And these dopes are confounded by the lingering death of the print media.

OK, she's gotten that out of her system. Now it's time for her incisive take on multiculturalism. Given that it's a fait accompli, in all western nations, how best to proceed with what used to be the nation state, the operative word being nation? Up onto the big screen goes a quote from Australian Prime Minister, Malcolm Turnbull giving his view on how a country should proceed after succumbing to the multicultural disease. Taking is cue from the US as have all Australian politicians since swapping the British tit for the American one, Malcolm, in not so many words, has declared Australia a propositional nation, that is one not, perish the thought, defined by race or ethnicity, but by adherence to "values" such as tolerance, democracy, freedom, and respect for all, especially women, Aborigines, homosexuals, transvestites, cripples and those not of one's own ethnic groups - essentially for all except white, heterosexual males. He has not, along with all others of his ilk, explained though how this will work while flooding the country with aliens who have no respect for all of the above excluding heterosexual men.

Lauren generously concedes Turnbull's view on how a multicultural Australia should operate as being a legitimate opinion. However, why is it the only one allowed and why must all bow down before this iron dogma? (It's because globalists world-wide pull the strings, but just for the moment let's pretend for argument's sake that we live in a democracy with the sovereignty befitting an independent nation state.) Many other opinions would be just as legitimate. For example, given that multiculturalism leads inexorably to Balkanisation, why not cut straight to the chase and carve the country up into snack-sized pieces populated and governed by the different ethnic groups who already live here - a tribe in each square?

Or more realistically, accepting that we are stuck with this collection of not-so-united nations, but heeding the abundant evidence that full-blown multiculturalism can never be anything other than catastrophic, could we not return to the immigration model that was the intermediate stage between assimilation and multiculturalism, that is, one that expected integration but did not begrudge immigrant's pretending they'd never left the old country as long as they did it on their own dime and weren't zealously encouraged to do it with the ladling out of billions of taxpayers' dollars?

Lauren's talk is dotted with well utilised allusions to Nietzsche, Socrates, nihilism and other indications of a rigorous education probably more autodidactic than formal.  A BA with a major in Political Science was never completed. This undoubtedly would have had much more to do with the excruciatingly difficult experience a girl with her ideas would have endured at the hands of the neo-Marxists who invariable infest every western university than her lacking the intellectual fire-power or will to achieve. Indeed, the suspicion arises that the maturity on show tonight is evidence of an earlier life as a child prodigy. Considering her knowledge, commitment, flowing articulation, and confidence, it's difficult  to process the fact that she is a mere twenty three years of age. A lot of experience has been squeezed into these tender years; she's spoken at the European Parliament, braved howling mobs of would-be red guards, and learnt how to handle hateful media personnel with ease, making fools of leftist talking heads around the world as she has already done here with our own brainwashed media arse-clowns. Has it been mentioned she is also very easy to look at? She's every conservative thinking man's pin-up girl.

Her segment of the event also seems to have been time-warped. The hour has rushed by. One almost expects an encore being called for. Instead, boisterous applause erupts - perhaps even a decibel or two more than met the end of Stefan's presentation.

It's now time for the third segment of the event, a question answer section. Both Stefan and Lauren return to centre stage to be seated for this. On the way, Lauren gives a girlish skip almost as a reminder that she is after all only twenty three. Most of the the questions aren't the most penetrating or well thought out and the MC has to remind questioners on several times to stick to a question instead of a statement as is so often the proclivity on these types of occasions but the two Canadians on stage field every question thoughtfully and considerately - even one from a Brazilian who appears to be in the wrong place and wants to know what, if Australia were to close its borders, would happen to Brazil, voicing the wide spread belief that immigration into Australia should be for the benefit of everybody but Australians. For an instant, both on stage appear to be nonplussed. In the pregnant pause, none actually call out, but  many must be thinking, NOT OUR PROBLEM.

Will at least one of the questioners ask the burning question: who ultimately is behind mass immigration and multiculturalism? But no one does. In fact the Jew question has been kept well clear of throughout the night. It's a bit like being in Germany and remembering to not mention the war. Don't mention the Jews. But at least one member of the audience, albeit one too lazy to join the conga line of questioners, wishes they had. This to him is perhaps the one serious blemish of the event.

The line of questioners is still snaking toward the MC who has maintained an iron grip on the microphone in the face of many instinctive attempts to commandeer it, but as a book-signing is also planned for the night, the question and answer session is brought to a close. The MC thanks both Stefan and Lauren on behalf of the audience who second the gesture with a long, standing ovation.

The audience seems reluctant to leave but eventually begins to make its way toward the exits. A fresh breeze of inspiration, optimism and new hope is almost palpable. In the expanses of space outside the auditorium many, who have perhaps never met before tonight, stand in groups happily discussing what they've just experienced. It's unlikely any would not agree that it was eighty bucks well spent.

Thanks for the visit. Please come again.

Thursday, May 31, 2018


A man after my own heart! Thanks to James Reed, Australian League of Rights On Target, May 11, 2018 for this chilling scenario as predictable as a sunrise:

 By James Reed

The Australian intellectual chattering class want to be part of Asia, and given Chinese migration, especially via the student university immigration superhighway, that means Australia will ultimately be Chinese. Forget English, the monarchy and all that: think China. So what will life be like for the whites who exist? Why, they will live as Chinese do! Since it is against the law to object in any way to the genocide of Anglo-Saxon traditions, let us shake the dust of death from our sandals and move on. What will life be like in the new Chinaustralia?

 “When Liu Hu recently tried to book a flight, he was told he was banned from flying because he was on the list of untrustworthy people. Liu is a journalist who was ordered by a court to apologize for a series of tweets he wrote and was then told his apology was insincere. “I can’t buy property. My child can’t go to a private school,” he said. “You feel you’re being controlled by the list all the time.” And the list is now getting longer as every Chinese citizen is being assigned a social (DIS-ed)credit score — a fluctuating rating based on a range of behaviors. It’s believed that community service and buying Chinese-made products can raise your score. Fraud, tax evasion and smoking in non-smoking areas can drop it. China does this by setting up a network of cameras that have advanced facial recognition AIs. They see you when you are sleeping. They know when you’re awake. You’d better not shout or they’re gonna make you cry. Stalker Claus is coming to town. The fear, of course, it that the government may use this social (DIS-ed)credit scoring system to punish people that it deems not sufficiently loyal to the communist party.... And trying to clear your name or fight your score is nearly impossible, because there’s no due process.”

 That is “social (DIS-ed)credit” Chinese style. And, there is no reason not to suppose that this is our future. After all, it is the present reality, so how is that going to change any time so? My friend, hard times are ahead of us, perhaps the hardest anyone has known. 

Monday, May 28, 2018


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"Non whites will form ghettos."  Arthur Calwell, Australia's first Minister for Immigration stating the obvious

Front page: "Stop White Flight". Bit late for that, thinks I. Ho Hum. Turn page. Look for disasters a bit more up to date.

It's the next day though that the fun begins. And here I was thinking I'd seen all that the brave new insane world had to offer. It's a veritable cyclone in a tea cup. NSW Labor Opposition leader, Luke Foley, who's uttered what most sensible people would consider a fairly innocuous phrase, is running for cover, tail between legs and hands clasped to ears as a torrent of brickbats and vitriolic abuse pursue him.

Poor bumbling Luke had become the walking, breathing confirmation of the opinion of American columnist, Sam Francis as quoted by Patrick Buchanan in State of Emergency: the third world invasion and conquest of America:
"In the Victorian era, the Great Taboo was sex. Today .... the Great Taboo is race. The Victorians virtually denied that sex existed. Today, race is said to be 'merely a social construct,' a product of the imagination, and of a none too healthy imagination at that, rather than a reality of nature. The Victorians severely punished people who talked about sex, made jokes about sex, or wrote too openly and frankly about sex. Today, journalists, disc jockeys, leading sports figures, public officials, distinguished academics, and major political leaders who violate the racial taboos of our age are fired from their newspapers, networks or radio stations, forced to resign their positions, condemned by their own colleagues, and subjected to 'investigations of their own 'backgrounds' and their 'links' to other individuals and groups that have also violated the race taboo."

"The comments were deeply divisive, dangerous and nasty [translates as, he's a racist]," shrieks the Premier, Gladys Berejiklian. I'm scratching my head. I'm in a fog, trying to catch up. Has my world really drifted so far from theirs thus catching me as flat footed as this? Racist? Has the meaning of this ridiculous word been stretched so far as to be entirely meaningless?  I'm analysing. Exactly what has been seen as racist in Foley's slip of honesty? Is it the use of the word "white"? That could be it. It could be signalling that a separate race actually exists in this post racial world in which race has been found not to exist. Or is it the word "flight". Yes, that could be more like it. It implicitly asks the question of what are whites in flight from. Oh my God! As females would say. The answer must be that they are in flight from people unlike themselves. Why would they possibly want to do that? And there you have it, the dreaded racism that Foley has cunningly tapped into.

A Telegraph journalist helpfully confirms my suspicion: "The term 'white flight' is a phrase that has been used to stir racial unrest throughout the US for the past 60 years.

"It was first used during the 1950s and 1960s when African Americans began moving into what had previously been soley white communities, leading many white families to leave." Damned racists! Couldn't stand to see their neighbourhoods converted into crime-ridden garbage dumps.

Worse is to come. Foley's observation is supported by nationalists (nationalist being another dirty word only marginally less damning than racist) such as Pauline Hanson, Cori Bernadi and Mark Latham - quarantined outsiders. With friends like these ...

Foley's tiny revolt against political correctness lasts less than twenty four hours. Attacked from the right and the left, he's a walking bag of remorse, apologising profusely and begging forgiveness. He is after all a politician. And his domain is a typical self-flagellating, suicidal liberal democracy. Statesmen need not apply.

It's not over yet though. Foley has opened a vein that can't quite be stitched back together. The Telegraph, curiously wanting to have a bet each way in this sudden eruption, publishes letters that normally wouldn't be allowed to get through to the keeper. A particular letter, entitled "Harassed, I fled my suburb",  by one V Petrie deserves to be reproduced in full:

     "The 'white flight' problem in Sydney requires thinking about more than infrastructure and community services.
     There are other reasons why an Aussie might feel the need to leave some Sydney districts.
     Having 'not very nice' graffiti painted on my fence was my first hint I was not in a good place. Being ignored and not being served in shops where I had previously been a regular customer, after the shops were visited by a religious identity, was the second hint.
     Not being able to use the local park with my toddler daughter after being circled on the swings by a group of youths and men, simply meant I needed to drive to a more suitable park.
     Being called a 'slut' and 'less than a dog' when teaching 12 year old boys in the local schools was a real awakener that my home town Sydney was changing.
     And being told that I couldn't make this public knowledge or I would not be employed brought home how powerless I was to prevent this continuing.
     The final straw was being spat on when walking in the main shopping street.
     However, it still took a few incidents before I caught on that it wasn't just accidental bad manners. It was intentional and was the new norm.
     Eventually I realised that I needed to flee the harassment - or was it persecution?
     Yes, in 1985 I became an Aussie refugee from Arncliffe."

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Any wonder whites are in flight? Whites acting in accordance with their human nature? Our hallowed multiculturalism - the "the most successful in the world", doncha know - tends to recognise the human nature of non-whites in allowing to the full, even encouraging them to live amongst their own kind where they feel most comfortable. Given that they will never feel comfortably living among Australians and therefore will never assimilate, this seems only fair.

Shouldn't the same right be extended to Australians whose neighbourhoods have been transformed into cast-offs of foreign countries? Shouldn't they be also allowed to live among their own kind where they feel most comfortable? Definitely not. On the contrary, by wanting to move away from "enrichment" they are showing themselves to be irretrievably racist. Double standards? Of course, but we should be used to it by now.

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The controversy was still simmering the next week when Telegraph columnist, Tim Blair, was wondering if any non whites had actually been offended by Foley's gaff. He answered his own question by way of his inimitably dry wit: "Only whites could be insulted by the suggestion they are insufficiently woke to rejoice in the delights of multiculturalism."

The ghettos of which Arthur Calwell warned more than seventy years ago are pieces of Australia lost forever. They are holes burnt in a map that can only get bigger thanks to the hyper immigration from the third world of which our elites are so enamoured.

What we are seeing here in embryo is the  phenomenon currently transforming American beyond recognition. Again from State of Emergency:

"La Reconquista is not to be accomplished by force of arms, as was the US annexation of the Southwest and California in 1848. It is to be carried out by non violent invasion and cultural transformation of the huge slice of America into a Mexamerican borderland where the dominant culture is Hispanic and Anglos will feel alienated and begin to emigrate, as, indeed they already have - back over the mountains their fathers and grandfathers crossed generations ago. Each year now, 250,000 native born Californians pack up and leave forever in what demographer William Frey calls the 'flight from diversity'. [Now that's white flight, even if put slightly more politely.] Meanwhile, since 2000, a million new illegal aliens, almost all Mexicans, have arrived to make Los Angeles home."

Forces at work impossible to resist will eventually complete La Reconquista of which Buchanan writes and the southwest of the US will be torn away to be once again part of Mexico. The forces, including the Mexican Government, greedy American capitalists and the lure of wealth to millions of impoverished peasants, are irresistable because no political will exists to prevent it, so racked with white guilt are the mentally ill US liberals.

Make no mistake, the same thing is happening here but in a far less spectacular fashion. Instead of a huge slab of the country being torn away, cancerous tumours have appeared, rotting us from the inside. They have names: Fairfield, Lakemba, Campsie, Hurstville, Randwick, Chatswood, Bankstown, the combat zones of the western suburbs of Melbourne et al.  The question won't go away. Why wouldn't there be white flight? But as the cancers spread, where will whites be fleeing to? Will they end up scuttling like cockroaches from one temporary shelter to the next until there is no shelter left and they are stomped on?