Infiltration of Communism to the highest levels in the most corrupt state

I did not fight many a war for my country, lose pints of blood and sweat and see my dearest comrades maimed to read something like this but alas it is so typical of the degenerate last days of Rome in which we presently live:

the recent assessment by Merrill Lynch estimated the Government could raise nearly $13 billion from the sale of the electricity industry. The sale of the trading rights of the power generators alone would be worth $9 billion-$11 billion, and the retail assets - Energy Australia, Integral Energy and Country Energy - worth $2.6 billion.

The door is open particularly to Chinese bidders, Mr Tripodi said. "The Chinese are very much welcome," Mr Tripodi said, who made reference to TruEnergy, which already owns a power station near Wollongong, and which is owned by China Light and Power.

It is astounding that our political oppressors now do not even so much as hide the fact that they are in the pay of the new Bolshevist conspiracy emanating from Beijing, that, in the words of the sagacious Mr Bird, they no longer hide the fact that they are giving the ground beneath our feet, the air we breathe and the water we drink to 'cronytown'. Aiding and abetting such endeavours have been the purported 'libertarians' such as Mr Soon and Dr Kirchner, rootless cosmopolitans undoubtedly in the pay of the Soros-Rockefeller-Rothschild axis, who are simply approaching Bolshevism from the other end, hoping to profit from the slave labour and unrestrained traffic in bodily organs that the Oriental variety will inevitably cultivate.

Rougher than usual handling

The recent tragedes in Victoria are a timely reminder of a lesson passed on across the millenia from Genesis onwards. That Mother Nature, like any other woman, is not be mollycoddled. To paraphrase that old chap on the bench who was crucified for voicing an obvious truth many years ago, Mother Nature, like any other damsel, sometimes merits rougher than usual handling. Sometimes a pruning, sometimes more. Of course one should not take it to the extremities that those barbaric Mahometans who force their ladyfolk to wear teatowels over their faces do but the blowback from not taking such measures, in the case of both Mother Nature and our ladies, can be destructive of the social order.

And thus it is with these bushfires. Let us now abandon our pretentions of living among the wild flora like some Edenic utopia in our midst. The world should be reshaped as an English garden.

And what of the genocidal Greens who contributed to this tragedy for reasons eloquently put by the always sagacious Mr Bird? Well, the fate that befell that fine Roman patriot Mussolini, strung up by his ungrateful rabble of a populace of Gothic pretenders, would be too kind, far too kind for these purveyors of Primitivism.

Sodomite economics

Mr John Maynard Keynes was a most clever chap. Unfortunately he had a character flaw. A very serious character flaw or sickness. I think you all know of what I speak. The love that dare not speak its name.

Now, many otherwise admirable conservatives of my acquaintance had this flaw too. I remember this fellow at my local League of Rights branch. A product of generations of graziers and a fine squire himself. A tough and rough and tumble fellow who could hold his liquor. Nonetheless there were various murmurings about his long and extended bachelorhood. Now, we all know it is sinful and brings distress to the eyes of our Maker. And as good conservatives when it is unearthed this sort of nonsense must be flogged to no end.


We must at least go through the motions of socially frowning on this stuff but not as far as those dreadful Mahometans with their stoning and such, which takes things to far too hysterical a level. After all, some otherwise good Tories have suffered from this sickness, like that Hebrew fellow who worked for the fine Senator McCarthy. Some artists as well. It may well be an artistic vice because these chaps, the artists and the sodomites, seem to be both stuck at some level of childhood which involves playing with clay or putty or what have you. It sickens the red blooded male to think of such things but I must soldier on because there is a point to all this.

When the fellow is redeemable in some way like an otherwise good conservative or opera librettist it is fair enough to turn the other way and leave things unsaid. Unfortunately Mr Keynes has performed no such service for society.

What implications do his sodomy have for his economics? Think about it.

These fellows are not likely to leave any children. Yes, some of them may claim they want to adopt children or have them through means as unnatural as whatever they get to in their dank and dark pubs. But that is all play talk. They fancy the idea like little boys may fancy collecting model cars. And it is all beside the point anyway.

The point is this - the taking it for granted that there are to be no descendants means that fellows like Mr Keynes can afford to take a short term view of things. And it was Mr Keynes himself who said 'In the long run we are all dead'. Well, yes Mr Keynes, in the long run we are all dead but not our children, or grandchildren, and their children and so forth.

And this is the reason behind the short termism of Keynesian economics. The budget deficits, the casual disregard for savings, the incapacity for delayed gratification which is a concomitant of its founder's own hedonistic lifestyle, the profuse squandering of the seedcorn. And that is why that chap I mentioned before from my League of Rights branch, though a good conservative, was unable to keep his family farm in good condition. That is why we need our economic thinking guided by robust, straight family men who dare say 'Yes in the long run we are all dead but the sacred trust between the born and the unborn must continue to be honoured'. And that can only be done through sound money and balanced budgets.

Wishlist for the glorious revival of a free civilisation

I put together these musings on Mr Bird's blog many moons ago and thought it convenient to have a record of them here and elaborate on them where I can.

Imagine these glorious set of circumstances coming together

1)The Communist Usurper in our now fallen once great ally the United States is forced out by a Supreme Court that does the right thing in exposing his sham citizenship
2) New elections are contested and Mr Pat Buchanan or Dr Ron Paul becomes President of the US
3) The UN is given 1 week to evacuate from its premises after which the building entire, whether with people or not is nuked to smithereens
4) Taken by surprise in this way, the UN is unable to act promptly as Australia (under the impressive Mr Bird as Prime Minister?) enters into an alliance with President Buchanan or Paul to annex the whole of Antarctica .
5) Any country that so much as protests has an atom bomb dropped into its capital city.
6) Oil drilling commences in Antarctica

Mind you these steps would merely comprise Phase 1 of a grand plan which would have as one of its objectives the staving off of the White Wall of Death that would await us come Global Cooling.

Defending Australia - resettlement and militias

In a dialogue which I had here with the redoubtable Mr Bird, strategies pertaining the defence of Australia were discussed. Mr Bird had come up with the ingenious idea of homesteading land in central Australia, I believe.

This is an idea which deserves the immediate attention of our military elites. Our enemies would find it hard to conquer us if we all lived in the middle of the desert , our houses fortified with cannons and nuclear bunkers and tool sheds full of armoury. I see no reason why each habitat could not have attached to it its own mini nuclear reactor given the advances of the last few decades.

There is no way the Chinese or Indonesians could conquer us this way. We would be the last free outpost once Oceania had spread its dominion over the rest of the weak, weak Western world, its energies sapped by quislings and useless idiots of the left and the garlic eaters of the decadent European continent.

We would and should have the means to force the population to relocate. It would toughen them up for sure, these decadent. flabby city folk. And we would be able to require the performance of daily morning military drills like the Spartans used to do.

Introduction

I am not long for this world. I fought for my country in many a time of need and presently reside in rural Queensland where I had hoped to spend my final years in peace, only to find communists regain power in the English speaking world where amongst their atrocities, they put me on falsely trumped up charges because of my firearms collection.

If in this part of the world where the bulk if not all of civilisation resides, the Bolshevik butchers can return riding on their forked tongues into the thrones of dominion what hope do we have? As the seed corn I and my generation laid for my grandchildren dwindles, I feel I must erect a legacy, a beacon of hope and guidance at least for them and their children and their children's children. Hence this blog.

Like the tower of Babel, the Internet is borne along a sea of dross and dreck and muck and gutter visions like the demented imaginings of sodomites and hippies. But amidst all that one young man of vigour and wisdom resides and fights the good fight daily. He is not without his flaws but then who amongst us isn't, except our Saviour. But he stands as an inspiration for this blog and his name is Graeme Bird. This blog was inspired by the many encouraging dialogues I have had with this extraordinary gentleman and I hope we shall have many more before I meet my maker and am reunited with my dearly departed Mavis.