Before the onslaught of PC and the space-travel-like "progress" given us by "progressives", he would have been called a Wog. But of course you can't say that word any more. It's tantamount to the dreaded "N" word. However, it's a safe bet that Richard DiNatale, a senator and leader of the Australian Greens, was called a Wog by his less swarthy school-mates. No big deal really. The cruelty of children is legendary. The name and the face that didn't quite fit in would have combined in a juicy target.
I'll hazard a guess here and say that young Richard was a sensitive type who, instead of sucking up the rough verbal treatment, which is what most did before the declaration that "bullying" was a crime against humanity in our feminized society. Richard probably quietly stewed over the affronts, nay, fairly marinated in them, plotting the type of revenge that hailed from the same boot-shaped country his parents did - one best served cold.
How else to explain his apparent hatred of all things Australian Anglo Saxon: Australia Day, the Australian flag, our system of Constitutional Monarchy and probably Anzac Day as well given the arse-kicking Australian soldiers dished out to their Italian counterparts during WW11. To digress slightly, who can forget the story of a lone Australian soldier armed only with a pistol who was highly decorated after taking a score of enemy soldiers prisoner? Rumours of him being asked for the return of the medals when it was discovered they were only Italian soldiers are highly exaggerated.
Admittedly, he's not alone in this ongoing, treasonous sabotage; many trendy Anglo Saxon (and Celtic) Leftists cherish the same destruction as worthy goals, a noteworthy example being a former Wallaby (for the uninitiated, Australian representative Rugby player ), now wannabe pirate, judging by the childish and ridiculous red bandanna he habitually wears around his skull, who also sees the fool's gold of an Australian republic being about the best thing since humans discovered sex.
The naivety and stupidity of those who truly believe that Australia, once freed from the apron strings of Mother England, or so the thinking goes of brains that haven't quite caught up with the 21st century, possibly even the 20th, and becomes a republic, will magically be transformed into a rolled-gold, 100% guaranteed, totally independent state is beyond incredible. One can only assume they've never heard of Globalisation which daily, like some, monstrous, earth-moving machine, rolls back the nation state into a status whereby its government is merely a branch management of Global United. Even if this wasn't happening, just how independent is Australia, regardless of its being a republic or a constitutional monarchy, when all factors leeching away its autonomy are considered; factors such as the UN which never tires of blackening our human rights record while studiously ignoring some of the worst outrages imaginable in the countries constituting the bulk of the UN.
Similar to a man believing he has free-will until he actually stops to consider all the factors eating away his supposed freedom of action, the same process at a national level dissipates much needless illusion. In order to avoid boring readers, a full list of the institutions and nations robbing Australia of true sovereignty will not be given, but here are some of the main offenders: the World Bank, the World Trade Organisation, various "think tanks" such as the Bilderbergers, the Council on Foreign Relations, the Club of Rome, the Pacific Asian Group (from out of the loins of the infamous Trilateral Commission), the People's Republic of China which if it ever decided to stop selling us stuff could blow us back to the pre-industrial age, and of course the good ole USA who's collective arse must be tender from all of our kissing -that is when our leaders are not kissing Indonesian arse for reasons totally unfathomable.
But back to DiNatale. He's not stupid, or at least not as stupid as Australians who have deep roots in the country, thus much more skin in the game than DiNatele but who nevertheless express the same sentiments. At least DiNatale, arriving effectively in the last shower, can feel unsoiled by the mythical blood- guilt for which he demands Anlgo Saxons atone. This is most likely the reason his self-righteousness know no bounds.
DiNatale knows that once (probably not if) his favourite obsessions are realised and historical ties are irrevocably severed, Australian Anglo Saxons will have their legs cut out from under them. Welcome to year zero. The people who once considered Australia theirs, people who demographers once referred to as the "host population", including other whites who've seamlessly assimilated, will be relegated to being just another ethnic group, another tribe, albeit the one most other tribes like to despise and one without the privileges and rights of all the others in what, if history is anything to go by, will culminate in the war of all against all. For DiNatale, how's that for getting square for all those school-yard slights?
But of course his imagined Utopia is the unspoken goal of all truly dedicated multiculturalists. For those who watch a never-ending parade of colourful characters from, to use a Trumpism, every shithole on the planet and quietly ask, "haven't we got enough multiculturalism by now?", this is your answer.
DiNatale's recent rabid cultural-Marxist support for homosexual marriage which the mugs recently agreed to after an almost unprecedented blizzard of propaganda (what harm can it do? in a wheedling tone) was a two-for-one deal. Not only did he succeed in sticking it right up Australian conservatives, he was there at the undertaker's when one of the final nails was driven into the coffin of Western civilization.
DiNatale is a perfect fit for the Greens, which is just as well as it's unlikely any other party would be loony enough to have him, as, as it seems, one would have to be loony to want to join the party which originated from a patching together of rabble from outfits comprising tree-huggers, anti-nuclear King Canutes, Marxists wandering lost, dazed and confused after the fall of the USSR and champions of "refugees", aka, illegal immigrants.
One of the looniest of the loons to find eventually find her way to the Greens' loony bin was one Sarah Hanson-Young who went on to be added to the list of Greens senators whose at all times total number could be comfortably accommodated in a telephone booth. She may be remembered for a stunt she pulled in 2015 in which she claimed to be helping to rescue refugees when in fact she was participating in the transportation of illegals by boat to Italy. Hanson-Young is the nation's number one self-appointed bleeding-heart and big-mouth advocate for illegal immigration into Australia. You'd think there'd be a law against that. Wait a minute! There is! It's called incitement to commit a criminal offence. So why the get-out-of-jail card? According to deep-thinkers like Hanson-Young, national borders are just so silly - a patriarchal invention to oppress the brothers and sisters of colour.
Initially, though it prominently displayed the colour green, its other true colours were kept tightly under wrap. One can imagine an early party meeting where the first order of day was the problem of being seen as a "single issue party" which as anyone with any political nous knows is poison to any party wishing to be taken seriously. The rationale for single issue parties, such as Peter Garrett's erstwhile Nuclear Disarmament Party - Peter later proved himself a true politician when as a member of the Labor Party he couldn't see anything wrong with uranium mining in South Australia - is to attract attention, be a form of protest or simply to annoy rather than be a credible competitor in the political power struggle.
And of course the latter is how the Greens wanted to be seen. The enormity of the problem would have been enough to settle a pall of silence over members at this early meeting until broken by an enthusiastic bearded chap at the back of the room who leapt from his chair and cried, "I've got it! Lets fill the gap left by the collapse of the Communist Party of Australia." Most looked doubtful. Some were sadly shaking their heads. However, the bearded one lifted a sandal-shod foot onto a vacant chair and continued, "but we don't need to be too specific and we won't be touching any of that Marxist economic mumbo jumbo with a barge pole. Capitalism with a human face; that's all we'll asking for." He was beaming. It was somehow contagious. Smiles were breaking out all around.
So the party, ostensibly concerning itself with environmental matters quickly forgot about such nonsense, busy as it was stationing itself somewhere between the Labor Party and Marxist/Leninism but much closer to the latter with the afore-mentioned economic mumbo jumbo jettisoned, ergo being informed by an ideology of Cultural Marxism with all the trimmings.
It was for example one of the earliest proponents of homosexual marriage, this perhaps having something to do with its founder and first leader, Bob Brown, being a homosexual ... oops, can't say that any more. That's a term which, although value free, appears to be becoming almost as verboten as some of the old favourites like "shirt-lifter", "pillow-biter" and "wind-jammer". Bob, however, balanced things out by continuing to bang on about the environment and of course its greatest threat, climate change - the boogy man sure to frighten the bejesus out of children and adults and ultimately such a monumental problem that only a world government could solve. The early scare mongers of this myth predicted that well before now the inhabitants of most of the smaller Pacific Islands would be needing extra long snorkels, polar bears, or those remaining, would be ripping off their fur faster than an actress wanting a part in a Harvey Weinstein film shedding her clothes, and Australians would be living on a coastal belt thinner than a heroin addict with AIDS. Anyone with his head still above water would be aware that a measure of exaggeration had slipped into the narrative.
After considering all of the foregoing, it has occurred that no-one should really be giving a rat's about Richard DiNatale or the Greens even as much as they would like to be taken seriously and be seen as anything other than a party for which to provide a negative vote, that is, in protest at being forced by the stupidity of compulsory voting to vote for anyone at all, especially Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee when the largely disenfranchised wouldn't even consider ... well, doing anything at all for any of them even if they were on fire.
Without this negative protest vote the Greens and the traitorous DiNatale would be promoting a cause more lost than NASA succeeding forever with the fairy-tale that astronauts were actually sent to the moon rather than Stanley Kubrick's movie set. Sad but true: political illiterates vote for the Greens from a misapprehension that they are either doing something for the environment or choosing an impotent but innocuous alternative to voting for Lib/Lab. But that's democracy for you - a political system about which, none other than Winston Churchill once claimed, a five minute conversation with the average voter would cause one to have serious doubts.
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