Nationalists would be well aware of the range of propositions and inducements offered to workers by the supporters of multiculturalism, chief among them and a seemingly unfalsifiable retort to opponents of mass immigration is “the food”.

Indeed, in their darkest hours, the globalists and their supporters have relied upon the symbolic breaking of bread (or a suitable ethnic analogue) as a means of repairing the many flaws and rips in the great rainbow tapestry which is the “nation of immigrants”.

The ridiculous Sam Dastyari wields his halal snack pack as if it had been cooked by the prophet Mohammed himself (PBUH); the plate of greasy lamb, chips and garlic sauce is thus imbued with almost supernatural peacemaking properties, all unbelievers should immediately submit to Allah upon tasting such a delicacy.

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TV for the self-righteous bourgeoisie

Who can forget the time a well-known civic patriot was alleged to have purchased and eaten a Doner kebab on his lunch break? In contrast to the purely utilitarian view, most of us have of takeaway food the anti-racists, judging by the way they carried on, must have expected the lad to have spontaneously combusted via the hand of the almighty, or to have erupted in religious ecstasy, seeking out the nearest Imam for further instruction.

Magic dirt is a staple of the globalist dogma, we suppose it is also reasonable for them to swallow the idea of magic tucker; whereas the dusky skinned third world ragamuffin, upon de-planing at Tullamarine is instantly reborn as a dinky-di Aussie, the native is made a true believer of multiculturalism after his first sip of curry Laksa.

Indeed, in their darkest hours, the globalists and their supporters have relied upon the symbolic breaking of  bread (or a suitable ethnic analogue) as a means of repairing the many flaws and rips in the great rainbow tapestry which is the “nation of immigrants”.

Lately, though, the Sushi and Sake lunch has turned to ashes in their mouths as a stream of revelations concerning the poor condition of the, now globalised, restaurant and food service industries have hit the internet.

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The ritual of the Magic Tucker

Who would have suspected that having suburban shopping strips packed with identical Asian themed cafés serving identical dishes at the same ridiculously low price would be leading to rampant abuse and underpayment of workers and some appalling food safety issues, due to lack of investment in proper staff training?

The globalist chain junk food outlets and their many immigrant franchisees represent the lower end of the spectrum, they are the ultimate sucker deal for the gormless Oriental rube with dollar signs in his eyes; the Dominos pizza scandal is probably only the tip of the iceberg.

The rot, however, has worked its way right to the top of foodie culture with the revelations concerning the plight of workers in the top line businesses of George Calombaris and Adriano Zumbo.

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Sweets flavoured with the tears of the working class

Now we are led to understand that the grub at the Hellenic Republic is really very good, if out of reach of most working folk and that Zumbo’s cakes are worth every cent, but in an oversaturated market with cheap Chinese knock-offs of everything including fine patisserie the squeeze is on even fine dining.

Who would have suspected that having suburban shopping strips packed with identical Asian themed cafés serving identical dishes at the same ridiculously low price would be leading to rampant abuse and underpayment of workers and some appalling food safety issues, due to lack of investment in proper staff training?

This is far from the most upsetting aspect of the scandal-plagued restaurant scene, Fairfax media and Overland, which are both enthusiastically pro-globalist in outlook, have presented exposes of the allegedly rampant sexism, abuse, and intimidation of female workers in the hospitality industry.

There are lurid tales of payment in kind, favouritism shown to male workers who are willing to put in unpaid overtime in exchange for workplace privileges and the full gamut of unpleasant sexual harassment allegations, enough to cause a fatal blood clot in any committed Feminist.

The anecdotes offered as supporting evidence of corruption of the restaurant industry by these ostensibly left-wing publications all seem to come from young women employed in the relatively well-policed hipster coffee bar end of the market; we might shudder to think what the situation is like for those girls slinging Pho on Victoria St Richmond, where the margins are tighter and the black economy is the norm.

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Low-grade food, low-grade workers, low-grade corporate culture

The enhanced range of dining options brought by immigration is no longer a viable argument for the opponents of our brand of Nationalism if anything it’s an emphatic validation of our positions on both immigration and industrial relations.

Like everything else globalism has wrought the once trendy dining out scene is has degenerated into the same excruciating race to the bottom as every other sector of the economy; at least as far as quality and workers rights go.

There are lurid tales of payment in kind, favouritism shown to male workers who are willing to put in unpaid overtime in exchange for workplace privileges and the full gamut of unpleasant sexual harassment allegations, enough to cause a fatal blood clot in any committed Feminist.

Less is more, in the old days, when the UNA contributors were youngsters a Chinese takeaway or an authentic Italian pizza were a treat; country folk would get dressed up in their best clothes to go out for a feed of Lemon Chicken and deep fried ice-cream at the local Cantonese café, which was the often only game in town.

The Chinamen and Italians charged a bomb for their fare because it was novel and in most towns and suburbs the only alternative was a night at the pub; we seem to recall that a Pizza or a tub of Sweet And Sour cost more, dollar for dollar, in 1980 than it does today.

Now we are not knocking the old Aussie counter meal, it was cheap and normally well prepared and there were modern French and Italian restaurants about for the big night out. We merely point out that once upon a time there was genuine diversity in dining options and it was possible for everyone to make a quid out of the market, some restaurant owners even became rich, with workers lining up to apprentice in their kitchens or wait on their tables because the wages and tips were so good.

So no, the food is no longer a viable prospect as the great redeemer of the failed globalist experiment, if anything it is a tumour eating away at its innards.

The thin veneer of propriety which allowed the chattering classes to turn a blind eye to the disaster that veteran hospitality workers have seen coming for years has been ripped away, the real worker-parasite dynamic of the black economy is laid bare for all to see and no amount of sub-continental spice can cover the stench of corruption.

Magic tucker is served from the hands of a kid who is likely working below minimum wage, if not for nothing at all or only for his keep; foodies might count themselves lucky if they don’t get a case of food poisoning to go with their smug self-righteousness.

Ramsay

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