In which the reptiles deliver a reliably stupid scribbler to produce a pond TGIF moment ...

The pond suspected something was up. There was the pastie Hastie speaking fluent Mao in yesterday's Oz.

What next? Malware a lickspittle running dog?

Then this morning the pond woke to news of pure, undiluted socialism, with price controls just like the good old days, and Malware on the ropes, and the mutton Dutton calculating his totally unique appeal to the electorate, and the herpetarium in a state of high agitation and anticipation …

 

But all the pond can do is live in hope that there will soon be blood on the floor, there must be blood, and go in search of some of the undiluted stupidity for which the lizard Oz is justly famous throughout the land, and sure enough …

The pond has no idea why the reptiles keep publishing Sufi … a man of infinite silliness …

And there you have it …"we can never return to the White Australia policy because there never really was one…"

Now there's no point in arguing with stupid, or worse, ignorant people, and anyone wanting to take a look at alternative reality can do a Greg Hunt on the White Australia policy here …wherein Charles Bean is quoted …

"White Australia Policy" – a vehement effort to maintain a high Western standard of economy, society and culture (necessitating at that stage, however it might be camouflaged, the rigid exclusion of Oriental peoples).

Even our glorious Home Affairs site here - long live comrade mutton Dutton, may climate science denialism be triumphant - offered this tidbit …

After the outbreak of hostilities with Japan, Prime Minister John Curtin reinforced the philosophy of the 'White Australia' policy, saying 'This country shall remain forever the home of the descendants of those people who came here in peace in order to establish in the South Seas an outpost of the British race'. 
During World War II, many non-white refugees entered Australia. Most left voluntarily at the end of the war, but many had married Australians and wanted to stay. Arthur Calwell, the first immigration minister, sought to deport them, arousing much protest.

Ah the good old two Wongs don't make a white man himself, and the pond usually likes to break up the gobbets with a picture just for fun …

But eventually the pond must return to the well for more distilled essence of stupidity, and so it's time for Sufi to explain his source …

Frankly the pond grew up in an amiably racist home, and Sufi wouldn't have known what hit him back in the old days in Tamworth, but luckily these days, people are judged not by the colour of their skin but by their infinite capacity for stupidity and ignorance …

Even the Speccie mob, keenly anxious to do what was common in the 1920s - enact a White Australia policy, while discreetly refusing to call it such, or suggest that was what it was about - and desperately keen to endorse Fraser Anning, drew back from the brink this day …

Now where the pond comes from, those last few sentences suggest that even the Speccie mob believes that a repellant White Australia policy once existed …while at the same time showing the usual Speccie mob capacity for delusion … since Fraser Anning's maiden speech is suffused with racism, Anglo-Celtic yearning and all the rest of it (SBS felt so alarmed that it put it up here in full).

From the get go, the pond felt the clarion call of its "blut" heritage ...

We know that we represent a race … for the purposes of settling new colonies, which never had its equal on the face of the earth. The crimson thread of kinship runs through us all. The founding father of our Federation knew that it was not simply a bounteous land that makes a nation, but the common threads of inherited identity that unite its people.

The crimson thread …

In a speech to a Federation Conference banquet in 1890, Henry Parkes coined the term crimson thread of kinship to describe the ties that bound the Australian colonies. The reference was to shared Anglo-Celtic bloodlines, to the exclusion of Indigenous, Asian and other contributors to nation-building and the nation’s gene pool. This statuette celebrates his stirring speech, which was to resonate at least until 1914, when the ‘crimson thread’ was used as a call to arms. (Here for more and pictures).

Indeed, indeed, and so on and so forth, but here's what really pleased the pond … compelling evidence that our man from the deep north was a reader of the Oreo and reptiles of a similar hue …

A tectonic shift has occurred in which the previously agreed social and political order has been overthrown in an insidious silent revolution. To understand fully what has happened to our country, I believe that we must look to the work of the Italian Marxist Antonio Gramsci. Gramsci's insight was to see revolution in cultural rather than economic terms, with 'cultural hegemony' as the key to supposed class dominance. The Marxist state, Gramsci argued, could be achieved by gradual cultural revolution—subverting society via a long march through the institutions. The tactics of latter-day Gramsci-inspired radicals were to disguise degeneracy as liberation and tyranny as compassion. Free speech could be eliminated by appeal to not 'offending' or 'saying things that were hurtful'. This, of course, subtly creates a subjective test by which all criticism of the cultural Marxist agenda can be silenced. It is my understanding that Gramsci himself coined the term 'political correctness' to describe obedience to the will of the Communist Party. However he made clear that its final purpose was to force concurrence with those things which individuals knew to be false. If an individual could be induced to agree and state to others something they knew to be utterly false such as black being white, then the party had achieved total moral and ethical surrender in the subject. Thus, to describe the so-called 'safe schools' and 'gender fluidity' garbage being peddled in schools as 'cultural Marxism' is not a throwaway line but a literal truth. Given that everyone knows there are only two genders, if you can be persuaded to agree to and advocate in support of the false claim that there are 'an infinite number of genders', then, without realising it, you have surrendered your political soul...

Gramsci and the snail's hermaphrodite capacity for subverting god's notions of gender … and now we have the pastie Hastie talking like Mao, and Malware contemplating price fixing … is there no end to this creeping socialism that will reduce civilisation to ashes by Xmas?

Phew, can the pond pause for a dinkum song, and a slice of dinkum far north pineapple?

 

Of course in the old days, if the pond had criticised Sufi for being mindlessly stupid, in Tamworth at least everybody would have nodded wisely and known why.

Luckily for Sufi that mindset has shifted a little, and now he can be criticised simply for being mindlessly stupid and determinedly ignorant …

Sufi really doesn't have a clue … he doesn't seem to understand that Australians in the good old days were capable of carrying two entirely harmonious thoughts in their noggins.

No, you didn't want dinkum Oz lads having to compete with foreigners in the workplaces, especially ones from inferior races, or even worse, ones blessed with a work ethic, but at the same time, you certainly didn't want your daughter marrying one, and diluting the impeccable purity of your race, a noble Anglo-Celtic line free of Gramsci and snails and mongrels …

Never mind, the pond usually ends with a dose of infallible papal advice, and it seems that this day climate science denialism has had a head start, with more Popery here …