THE SHAME OF OUR NATIONAL DAY

Here we are at last, thankfully on the other side of the annual shit-storm known as Australia Day - our supposed national day. A full year before we have to go through it again. Given what it's become, it would be best if it was scrapped altogether. What has it become? Our illustrious prime-minister told us himself: it's a celebration of multiculturalism. "It's for everybody," he enthused, "from (weirdly) the hunter and gatherer who existed 65,000 years ago (the figure growing almost daily) to the baby in the arms of its migrant mother." Omitted of course is any mention of the silent, suffering, white majority descended from the pioneers who built the country - racist, murderous rednecks every one and as soon as a memory-hole big enough is bored out they'll all be dropped into it.

So now it is a colourful celebration of our propositional (non) nation held together by ... well, gloriously diverse people existing on the same plot of land. God forbid that it be a nation held together by such unmentionables as race, ethnicity and the religion that one thousand years go instigated a vicious war against peace-loving Muslims

The only way out of this annual quagmire of self-loathing and guilt is to scrap it altogether. Moving the date, as the current chant urges, will not solve anything and will definitely not change the history of this country being discovered, settled and developed into a shining outpost of civilization by white people. The pretend history preferred, that 300,000 stone-age nomads could have selfishly kept this continent to themselves would never have happened - even if Britain had never existed. Historical inevitability would not have allowed it. If not the British - perhaps the most humanitarian of colonialists - it would have been the French, the Dutch, the Spanish, the Portuguese or even Asians if they had not preferred the spadework to be already done before coming here. Without the British claiming the entire continent and willing to defend their claim, the land may even have been carved up between various powers. What could possibly have gone wrong with that?

Scrapping Australia Day would at least deprive the whingers, the bleeding hearts, race-traitors and human white-ants of a spot-lit stage. Unfortunately, this would only cause a minor slow-down. Once victim-hood is achieved, it will never been given up. Being a victim is a cherished position. It matters not what the supposed victimisers do to atone for the sins of the fathers; it will count for nothing. Victim-hood is too powerful a position ever to relinquish. It is no doubt so gratifying to be able to make so many people squirm and prostrate themselves in the dirt, as is the wont of white people, alone of all people to have such exquisite sensitivities to criticism of past wrongdoing. This is an Achilles's heel in the truest sense and where whites are most vulnerable - as so many nonwhites know only too well.

The most pathetic part of this Australia Day was seeing so many self-flagellating whites marching with Aborigines - of various shades from ebony to ivory - in their "day of mourning" protest, although most of these would simply be gullible stooges of the destructive Leftists pulling the strings.

These fools know so little, especially of history. "Invasion Day", as they refer to the date of the country's founding. When Arthur Phillip, the man who would become our first governor and who was given strict instructions from the British Government to treat Aborigines fairly and kindly, was organising settlement in Sydney Cove in the first few days of arrival, it's been recorded that curious Aborigines milled about trying to cadge food or whatever shiny objects were  available.

When one particular ignoramus was asked if this really sounded like an invasion, the response was, "well I don't know about that but ...." Of course she didn't know about that as well as any other relevant histgory. Her opinion, her jumping on the bandwagon when the direction it was taking could be safely determined, was based on nothing but feeling and emotion. This is perhaps excusable in a woman but to know beyond a doubt that so many men are arriving at the same opinion, the same way is almost enough to cause one to be embarrassed to be an Australian for a reason opposite to the cause of so many others' cringing pitiful embarrassment at being Australian.

The most nauseating characteristic of these idiots is their rank hypocrisy. Given that the hair-shirt syndrome is essentially a middle class disease, and almost by definition the middle class comprises property holders, here's a tip so golden it should be taken straight to the bank: instead of dicking around with meaningless, feel-good activities such as the change-the-date chant, do something that will really make a difference, such as giving your stolen property back to the rightful owners, the dispossessed Aborigines, then fucking off back to wherever you think your ancestors may have invaded from. What? No takers? 

If perhaps the cards had fallen a different way in the 1940s, if Hitler had been able to overcome his sentimental liking for the British and allowed his generals to eliminate its army at Dunkirk thus knocking Britain out of the war and at the same time precluding the US from using Britain as a springboard and becoming involved in the European war, the rationale for the US starting a war with Japan would have evaporated. Given this premise, it's arguable that Japan, emboldened, would have gone ahead and raided the Dutch East Indies for the oil of which it was being starved. Japan's "Greater East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere" may well have become a reality. How tempting then would poor, lonely, isolated Australia have become to the Japanese, after kicking the Dutch and the British - the once mighty whiteman - out of the way.

Even though we are now constantly told that Aborigines are the only real Australians, Australian white men, sadly deluded into thinking they were not merely blow-ins or "immigrants", recklessly threw away their lives to prevent the feared Japanese invasion of Australia that the Japanese High Command  had, unknown to anyone here, actually scotched.  In our alternate reality though, a Japanese invasion of Australia would almost have been assured. The British invasion of the Great South Land? That's not an invasion! The Japanese invasion of Australia? Now that's an invasion! Would Aborigines still be whinging about the Japanese invasion? That is highly unlikely. That's because, given the savagely racist nature of the Japanese - they regarded the Chinese as subhumans so one struggles to imagine their view of Australian Aborigines - in contrast to the trumped up racism of whites, it's highly unlikely an trace of Aboriginal life would still exist.

Scrap Australia Day? You can't be serious. I hear you. But look at it this way: it's headed for the scrapheap anyway so we might as well get it over and done with. We are involved in a war of attrition only one side knows is being fought. The Left, the side that is fully aware of the war and is actively  waging it, is fired with religious fanaticism and is indefatigable and will keep attacking like ravenous wolves against a herd of sheep. A decade ago, for example, who would have thought homosexual marriage would be legalised? The same will happen with every other obsession of the Left - the flag will fall, Australia will become a republic, the borders, if not completely abolished will become ever more porous, the name of Australia changed perhaps to something a little more indigenous (if not already given a Chinese name)  and Australia Day, a thing of shame, will be air-brushed out of history. That is, unless the other side gets to know about this war.