AUSTRALIAN FOODIES ARE DRUNK ON THE BLOOD OF THE WORKERS

AUSTRALIAN FOODIES ARE DRUNK ON THE BLOOD OF THE WORKERS

As Australia slips further into the grip of globalist corporate cartels and the flood of immigrants overwhelms our suburbs the rampant corruption of the opinion shapers and political power brokers is on display for all of us to see, in fact, the rotten bastards barely bother to hide it now that they rashly assume their great multicultural Ponzi scheme is a fait accompli.

Every day a new scandal is uncovered, a new speck of dry rot in the pillars of the house of globalism appears, be it a dodgy education scheme, an immigration lurk or a new case of wage theft and worker exploitation.

The central support column and chief propaganda meme supporting the globalist position is the “beautiful food” and the bloated, inefficient and deeply corrupt hospitality sector, with its plethora of quasi-ethnic eateries and associated home delivery, media and publishing industries.

If we, the workers, are to accept that an expanded range of dining out options is the only real payoff for all of the myriad other problems put upon us in the name of “progress”, then the globalist exhortation to eat, drink and be merry should ring hollow to our ears in light of the serious, criminal basis of the enterprise.

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Qantas CEO Allan Joyce with Samantha and Neil Perry, globalist Foodie culture in a nutshell

Time after time, outrage after outrage, from the tackiest greasy spoons and fast food joints, to the high end, fine dining restaurants the tales of wage theft, unpaid overtime, tax evasion, bogus labour hire practices and outright slavery have shocked those of us Nationalists in the true workers movement and even partially re-animated  our moribund and generally useless trade unions.

Every day a new scandal is uncovered, a new speck of dry rot in the pillars of the house of globalism appears, be it a dodgy education scheme, an immigration lurk or a new case of wage theft and worker exploitation.

In light of irrefutable evidence that most restaurants, bars and clubs are, at best, suspect and more likely, corrupt to some degree, the diners in search of their ethnic delicacies and foodie cachet are complicit in the rampant exploitation of workers and gaming of the labour-hire regulations; professions of ignorance as to what is going on behind the kitchen doors can no longer be a defence.

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Coolies then

So too the local pubs, once an integral part of working class communities, are now turned into parasitic entities whose sole function boils down to sucking the meagre wages and welfare payments of working people out through their poker machines and onsite Tote agencies and into the bank accounts of big corporations and their shareholders.

Franchise based fast food companies too have been dragged kicking and screaming into the spotlight accused of some of the worst excesses of wage theft and corporate misdemeanour; their targeting of greedy and naive immigrants as potential franchisees and their tolerance of corner cutting and kickbacks is a further indictment of the hospitality sector as a whole.

Furthermore we cannot ignore the new Coolie labour industry which has grown up around restaurant home deliveries, it is a sector dominated by foreign operators and relies on the exploitation of a pool of poorly paid young peons, riding scooters and bicycles, while struggling to make a few dollars an hour in the app-driven race to the bottom of the so-called “gig economy”.

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While governments gut the TAFE colleges dodgy education providers and visa mills proliferate

We scarcely need to mention the corruption of the education sector with its worthless diplomas and certificates in bullshit subjects, Australian universities have become low-quality visa mills running on the same flawed model of part-time or casual tutors and remote learning to churn out not competent graduates but candidates fit only for employment as Coolies in the gig economy.

Franchise based fast food companies too have been dragged kicking and screaming into the spotlight accused of some of the worst excesses of wage theft and corporate misdemeanour; their targeting of greedy and naive immigrants as potential franchisees and their tolerance of corner cutting and kick-backs is a further indictment of the hospitality sector as a whole.

We regard these two pillars of globalist multiculturalism as weak points, if not lynchpins of the whole edifice, take away the pool of cheap student labour, kick out the horde of 457 contract workers and rigorously police, through effective unionisation, the exploitation of our own people and we, the worker-radicals might strike a severe blow to the globalist cronies.

When we speak of “effective” trade union advocacy we, of course, are calling for a de-coupling of the erstwhile workers movement from the globalist enterprise and a re-focusing of the ACTU upon real-world problems, as opposed to the pie-in-the-sky, progressive nonsense currently in vogue at Trades Hall; if this means agitating for entirely new workers committees and a representative body set up in competition to the present council of trade unions then that is the path we should pursue.

We cannot allow the present status quo to stand, we will not be reduced to the status of Third World Coolie labourers, beholden to foreign middlemen and their Australian cronies, sitting glued to our mobile phone apps in the hope of a few hours of badly paid work per day, nor can we allow our young people to be preyed upon by crooked education companies or held in debt bondage via student loans.

Nationalists have the answers, we are the only radical group carrying on in the tradition of the true Aussie workers movement, our salvation lies with the politics of working-class struggle which carried our ancestors out of the “Hungry Years”, which held our society fast against Fascism and Japanese imperialism and which filled our pockets and our bellies in the decades of prosperity in the second half of the 20th century.

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Coolies now

UNION THUG DAVE GULL SPOTTED WITH CFMEU MEMBERS AT ALP STATE CONFERENCE

UNION THUG DAVE GULL SPOTTED WITH CFMEU MEMBERS AT ALP STATE CONFERENCE

A union thug that attacked the home of a United Nationalists Australia editor, as well as harassing the President of the Australia First Party was spotted with CFMEU delegates at Labor’s 2018 NSW conference.

Previously, the CFMEU had denied any knowledge of Dave Gull when approached by one of the complainants and advised him to instead contact police. He did this and an apprehended violence order was issued by Newtown Local Court. However, it proved an impossible task to track Gull to his address and NSW Police refused to assist in tracing him which meant the order could not proceed; leaving the impression of state sympathy with this mindless brute. It also draws a very distinct line of connection between the ALP and Antifascist Action.

Cleary, the CFMEU knew his whereabouts all along and questions now arise about their knowledge of his actions against the UNA editor.

Our editor refuses to let this matter rest knowing that Gull is a dangerous animal who should not be allowed to roam the streets freely menacing citizens with differing opinions from his own. It is therefore interesting that intelligence provided to UNA places him in the company of CFMEU delegates who were reportedly strutting around arrogantly at the Australian Labor Party’s (ALP) state conference at Sydney Town Hall on Saturday, June 30.

The CFMEU clearly kids itself that it holds a position of influence within the Australian Labor Party. The rank and file, such as Gull, also have a cognitive dissonance when it comes to understanding that the multimillion-dollar CFMEU no longer represents hard hats like him but is an auxiliary for a globalist party with central policies that conflicts with the interests of Australian workers they supposedly represent.

Interesting, too, is that by the terms of admission to the NSW ALP Conference that “observers” who registered for the event must also be ALP members. This presents the strong likelihood that Gull is also an ALP member and Labor, therefore, had his address on file, something which will need to be surrendered so that due process can be pursued against this totalitarian nightmare of an individual.

Bear in mind, that by having knowledge of Gull’s actions – which the CFMEU did – only amplifies accusations of that militant organisation’s reliance on violence and intimidation in the pursuance of its political ideas.

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Dave Gull in his CFMEU night stalking outfit
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Gull goes on the job at one of our editor’s homes in December 2017. Despite this video evidence, NSW cops did what they do best — NOTHING
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Gull was caught on camera again at his third visit to our editor’s home, having previously attacked it with a firehose and threatening to “kill” him

If anyone has knowledge of Dave Gull please contact us by email @ UNAmedia1@outlook.com.

PEDDLING LIES MEANS WOMEN WILL DIE

PEDDLING LIES MEANS WOMEN WILL DIE

In the early months of this blog, we promised our readers that we would make an effort to examine the current affairs of the day in a sort of semi-frequent “news wrap”.

Snowed under as we have been, with the antics of our enemies on the far-right, sundry nutcases, cyber-pests and square-eyed Trolls occupying bulk column inches of our output, we feel obliged to give our followers a break from this bombast and have a dig at the big doings in the mainstream White world.

Hipster Melbourne was rocked this week by the death of one of its promising young scions, 22-year-old Eurydice Dixon met her end in middle-class Parkville, raped and left for dead by a total stranger, later revealed to be one Jaymes Todd, 19, of Broadmeadows.

Ms Dixon has been remembered as an aspiring comedian and all-around good sort; not to speak ill of the dead, but having seen snippets of her act we would describe her as more of a post-modernist performance artist; comedians make us laugh with jokes and gags, as opposed to the eye-rolling, faux befuddlement and contrived irony which are the fashion on today’s stand up circuit.

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Tributes laid in Princes Park Melbourne for murdered artist Eurydice Dixon.

Eurydice’s talents on stage may have been questionable but being violated and dumped, lifeless, on a soccer pitch in the middle of the night by a marauding, outer suburban sex predator is a sad end for one of our own, who by all accounts did no harm in her short life.

The response to her death by the chattering classes was predictable, even though murders of this kind run at about five a year in Victoria, the usual suspects led by the lamentable premier Daniel Andrews, managed to blow the killing way out of proportion as a sop to their inner city, Greenbelt voting public.

Ms Dixon has been remembered as an aspiring comedian and all-round good sort; not to speak ill of the dead, but having seen snippets of her act we would describe her as more of a post-modernist performance artist; comedians make us laugh with jokes and gags, as opposed to the eye-rolling, faux befuddlement and contrived irony which are the fashion on today’s stand up circuit.

Being a woman and having the misfortune to be killed by a stranger in a chance encounter is some way down the list of likely ways to kick the bucket, we would put it somewhere in the area of probability bracketed by misadventures such as fatal lightning strikes or dog maulings, Ms Dixon was incredibly unlucky.

This insight clearly went over the heads of the ostentatiously ignorant members of the commentariat; re-animated after the long hiatus between stranger murders, Feminists and their fellow travellers have energised their “War On Women” narrative and began wailing that the problem is “Toxic Masculinity”.

We can imagine these harridans on the edge of their seats as the news of the murder broke, waiting, their claws reflexively drawing in and out of their sheaths in anticipation of the inevitable verbal misstep by Police or public officials, they were not disappointed.

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American serial killer and rapist Ted Bundy would strike when women had their guard down, in supposedly “safe” areas.

The Police, who had all the data at their fingertips regarding crimes in the area surrounding the park where Eurydice was killed, and fearing in light of other attacks on women in Parkville, that there may have been a serial offender on the loose made the fatal mistake of urging women to take greater responsibility for their own safety.

From there it was on for young and old, the tired old trope “teach men not to rape” made an early and frequent appearance as did “women’s right to feel safe”, no matter the level of risk they are prepared to take in exercising their rights.

Being a woman and having the misfortune to be killed by a stranger in a chance encounter is some way down the list of likely ways to kick the bucket, we would put it somewhere in the area of probability bracketed by misadventures such as fatal lightning strikes or dog maulings, Ms Dixon was incredibly unlucky.

We guess that what separates bourgeois Feminists from Nationalists and, more broadly, all other people with half a brain and no axe to grind is our ability to see patterns in society and modify our behaviour accordingly.

If we take the three most recent and high-profile cases of stranger murder in Melbourne, those of Jill Meagher, Masa Vukotic and Euryidice Dixon one of these patterns appears, a pattern which is evident in many such crimes across the Anglosphere and across a time span of almost fifty years.

Misogynist criminals, rapists and killers are drawn to locations and situations in which women feel comfortable enough to let their guard down, or are otherwise vulnerable; this mode of operation is akin to that of any other predator in nature, which will attack weak and isolated members of a prey herd, or strike when the animals are at a waterhole.

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Adrian Bayley, his sinister sexual urges would boil over into blind rage against women, he is the real face of misogyny.

Time and time again we have been presented with testimony from woman hating brutes and serial killers detailing their thought process in selecting victims; thinking people such as ourselves are, or ought to be, au fait with the tricks employed by dangerous men.

The more intelligent and devious predators, such as Ted Bundy and Ed Kemper, specifically chose university campuses as their hunting grounds or students as their victims based on the premise that women feel safe in such environments, so whatever ruse the killer might employ would be more likely taken in good faith by the victim.

A great deal of work has been done by the medical professions and law enforcement, both here and abroad, on understanding the way violent men think so as to be better able to predict and mitigate against their actions in the interest of public safety.

We guess that what separates bourgeois Feminists from Nationalists and, more broadly, all other people with half a brain and no axe to grind is our ability to see patterns in society and modify our behaviour accordingly.

To a great extent the routine activities of potential victims, the environments in which they move and even urban planning must be considered when trying to get into the minds of predators; this is at odds with premier Andrews’ exhortation for women to do whatever they want, whenever they want and for them to trust that putting a guilt trip on men as a group will be enough to deter potential rapists and killers.

The point we make here is that artificial “safe-spaces” for women attract sexual predators just as soft targets attract terrorism and gun-free zones in the U.S attract mass shooters; the dangerous men in society may be mad dogs, but they’re not stupid in that they will always take the path of least resistance to their goal.

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Masa Vukotic was chosen at random to be murdered by Sean Price, does he look like the sort of bloke who could be shamed into changing his ways?

Sean Price, the deranged killer of young Masa Vukotic in Doncaster in 2015 travelled all the way across Melbourne to a “safe” suburb and, in order to carry out his plan to blitz and kill a female, he lay in wait in bushes for a pretty “middle class” girl to pass on a popular walking track.

Adrian Bayley, the serial rapist and murderer of Jill Meagher prowled areas where young women were accessible and vulnerable, the backpacker havens and red light zones of St Kilda and the tangled, 19th-century streetscape of Brunswick, which is rich with female pedestrians but riddled with dark laneways and alcoves.

Society in general and women in particular need protection from dangerous men, as we have seen often enough, a single man in his wrath can destroy a whole community; what is needed however is a return to sensible education on matters of personal safety and codes of conduct in which everyone, women included, play their part in mitigating the threat of violence.

The point we make here is that artificial “safe-spaces” for women attract sexual predators just as soft targets attract terrorism and gun-free zones in the U.S attract mass shooters; the dangerous men in society may be mad dogs, but they’re not stupid in that they will always take the path of least resistance to their goal.

The bare fact is that, contrary to the Feminist dogma, predatory males are not formed by society, nor is their behaviour an aspect of masculinity; such men are freaks and deviants and they almost always live their lives largely apart from normal men, who would most likely pick up on the fact that something is wrong with them.

Even when “called out” by good men the bad man is unlikely to listen to reason, he will either retaliate against his accusers or run away to sulk until his damaged ego is restored and he can regain his composure.

The natural reaction by good men toward abusers of women and girls is to form a posse, hunt the offender down and mete out justice before the savage wreaks even more havoc upon the community, though in modern times we delegate this duty to the state which employs its hired gunmen, the police.

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The Truro killers were homosexuals, freaks and total social outcasts who got their kicks hurting women, nobody in the “straight” world had any time for them.

The police in the Euryidice Dixon case merely gave out the same advice we would expect a citizen posse to give the women they rally to protect: until this threat to your safety passes stay alert sisters, watch your backs, don’t take unnecessary risks and do not hesitate to call for help if you feel that something is not right in your surroundings.

So perhaps walking through the park alone late at night, in your “safe” suburb, which is almost certainly a magnet for sexual predators, with your headphones on and wearing high heels is actually making the jobs of those sworn to protect you more difficult?

Even when “called out” by good men the bad man is unlikely to listen to reason, he will either retaliate against his accusers or run away to sulk until his damaged ego is restored and he can regain his composure.

In the end, however, what Feminists such as the Premier of Victoria say in public and what they do in private are likely two different things; we can credit the childless humanities department harpies and their virginal undergraduate acolytes with a lack of sense and a true belief in bullshit such as “toxic masculinity”, but most people do not think the way they do.

Daniel and Catherine Andrews are loving and responsible parents, just like the rest of us, so we highly doubt that they’re going to fill their own daughter’s head with nonsense and send her into harms way under the misapprehension that no matter the risks she takes if she is unfortunate enough to become a victim then society is wholly to blame.

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Victorian Premier Danny Andrews puts his son in a chokehold just in case he grows up to be a predator

LADS’ LEADER SUPPORTS NEIL ERIKSON AFTER EVERYTHING NOOL HAS DONE

LADS’ LEADER SUPPORTS NEIL ERIKSON AFTER EVERYTHING NOOL HAS DONE

ON Friday, June 8, Blair Cottrell lobbed up at a court appearance where Neil Erikson and his Muppets were facing charges of behaving in a riotous manner.

In a pic posted on the Facebook page of ‘Cooks Convicts’, (CC being the latest publicity-grabbing social-media enterprise generated by movement wrecker and state informant Neil Erikson), the two share a quality moment of ‘unity’ together in a café after proceedings. Neil’s hand rests tenderly on Blair’s muscly shoulder as if he wants to start caressing it. It suggests nothing of their culpabilities, contradictions, or their grubby history, much less the gaping hole in one another’s pseudo-political routines.

Yes, Blair was there to show ‘solidarity’ with “fellow patriots” whose charges stem from clashes at the December 2017 Milo Yiannopolous event at Melbourne Pavilion which was a shrewdly engineered riot that garnered not only publicity for its star but those like Erikson who trotted along to leech off Milo’s infamy. The “Milo five” are Neil Erikson, Ricky Turner, Richard Whelan, Garry Hume, and Garry Mattson. Richard Whelan, aka Richie Rich, has been a lifelong buddy to Erikson and has served time for various alcohol-related transgressions.

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(Pic Facebook) Neil Erikson lovingly strokes the shoulder of the man he denounced as a Nazi and an enemy of the ‘Patriot movement’. No hard feelings, but

Yiannopolous is a bourgeois homosexual who styles himself as a conservative and Alt-Right “troll”. He is an unlikely celebrity of America’s tangled Alt-Right. He once made a comment that veered perilously close to paedophilia advocacy and he is “married” to a Negro man so it defies belief that these supposed ‘conservatives’ would fawn after him. Simply supporting such a creature speaks volumes about their (lack of) creed.

This image of comradery comes after a torrid history where Erikson publically ratted on his former United Patriots Front (UPF) comrade, condemned him as a “Nazi”, and held him up to scorn for his audience. Neil also shut his other compatriots out of their Facebook page (a trick he and Richie Rich pulled on Nationalist Alternative) and worked to undermine each and every one of them. And having burned his people, what was Neil’s punishment? What did Blair do? He might as well have gotten down on his hands and knees, pulled down his fly, and blown him for all the disapproval he has publically expressed. Neil is now sharing Cottrell’s videos on his CC page (and endorsing former foes the True Blue Crew), so, here we go on the old Patriot Soap Opera Express. What, in fact, DO any of these jokers hold sacred?

Meanwhile, UNA has only ever scrutinised Cottrell and called him to account for his transgressions of the tenets of the Nationalism he claims a leadership role over but doesn’t uphold. Moreover, Cottrell genuinely despises us, even though we’ve never judged him on anything which he hasn’t said or done. Our criticisms have always been in the interests of the furtherance of Australian Nationalist focus; something we’ve never compromised and have held to steadfastly. Yet, he would not come down and show solidarity with us at any court appearance. Interesting, no? Added to that, he will talk to the mixed-race civics from The Unshackled on identitarian issues or, as he actually did, stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Sri Lankan Christian dingbat Danny Nalliah’s people before he ever accepted the Australian Nationalist community.

Yiannopolous is a bourgeois homosexual who styles himself as a conservative and Alt-Right “troll”.

Blair’s disdain is instructive of everything we’ve upheld about him and the infected milieu he inhabits. United Nationalists Australia has long maintained that Blair Cottrell and Tom Sewell are about as nationalist as the parking lot outside of SBS studios. They may fool their cliquey Lads Society admirers, but they haven’t hoodwinked staunch nationalists such as us (although they did beguile others who call themselves nationalists).

Blair and Tom’s refusal to heed anyone of wider experience has fostered their self-deceiving soma. Owing to their insistence on dictating to others, an authority they have granted to themselves on the basis of conceit and a popularity derived from the lottery stakes of their proximity to the Reclaim Australia movement at its media heyday—and while bearing in mind that in the overall scheme of things they are still political greenhorns—means they never will. Putting it colloquially, they think they’re the duck’s guts.

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(Pic Facebook) Neil and soon-to-be Kook’s Convicts: Some bloke (L), Ricky Turner, Nool (C), and Richie Rich

Therefore, it’s irksome to honest activists that they’ve come along and wilfully disturbed the already chaotic thermosphere of the pro-Australian vanguard. But, our revolution is not theirs, since they are unable to articulate what their struggle actually is. Their mission, such as it can be discerned, is a hodgepodge of foreign identitarian concepts mixed with fragments of Australian nationalist rhetoric they’ve appropriated and used as adornments to their stage-managed facade.

This doesn’t mean that those veterans are vexed at their appearance in the theatre over lack of obsequiousness to ‘elders’, but they are understandably bothered by the damage these kids cause through their politics of personal identity wherein they take from the collective to expand their individual profile (although that more describes Blair than it does, Tom, speaking fairly). We know, too, that their defiance is grounded upon their fear of having their intellectual flaws laid bare.

Subsequently, they bob around and around in the civic patriot eddy while their Nationalism, such as it is, remains a general identitarian facsimile of what overseas ‘Alt-Right’ personalities are saying, kept strictly in-house lest they are held to any branding.

Blair and Tom’s refusal to heed anyone of wider experience has fostered their self-deceiving soma.

Given that we’ve so consistently argued these are not Nationalists, why should it even concern us?

Tom and Blair have contrived to market themselves as Nationalists, as has Neil Erikson, and others who fly around in their clucky coup. The Lads have conspicuously employed the Southern Cross on their Facebook page and in their clubhouse (which they are entitled to do) not because they are nativist, but because the Australia First Party uses it. They made a point of interposing themselves to poach any would-be members to their circle where they’ve fed them a poisoned line about established Nationalist organisations. It’s the equivalent to a shop owner stealing his competitor’s sign so he can misguide the other’s customers.

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So conservative, so Alt-Right, so incredibly race-mixingly homo: Milo, the hero of the hardcore Aussie Patriot movement. You cannot get more Aussie or conservative than him

They posit their club as “the only hope” while Tom Sewell is reputed to have remarked that sleeping with Asian women is OK “so long as you don’t get them pregnant”. No, it’s not OK. Blair said on ABC TV that “you don’t have to be White” to be a patriot, echoing the queen of civics, Pauline Hanson. But on the same hand, he talked about White identity to The Unshackled, which is multi-racialist and definitely no Nationalist mouthpiece.

As such, they would come onto ground, appropriate symbols which hold meaning to us and then undermine all the values inherent in them. They vacillate, so they say, to popularise a demonstrably failed strategy and certainly nothing original.

And how do they handle criticism? Right now, they’re engaged in the most puerile trolling antics. An associate member of theirs, ‘Darcey’ from Vic, has been creating fake Facebook profiles mocking critics of Tom Sewell. They share it around the Lads and all of them jump on board “friending” these fake pages. And Tom finds it funny as hell. How advanced of them. This is what their dynamic resorts to in place of having any actual words to state their case.

Subsequently, they bob around and around in the civic patriot eddy while their Nationalism, such as it is, remains a general identitarian facsimile of what overseas ‘Alt-Right’ personalities are saying, kept strictly in-house lest they are held to any branding.  

Blair getting chummy with Neil, who he should have bashed on sight, is another example of how staying in that half-stepping pseudo-celebrity terrain between nativism and the global ‘Alt-Right’ is more important than conceding to Nationalist beliefs. Furthermore, they will never do this because of their misguided conviction that Patriotism is inexorably intertwined with ‘conservatism’.

They cannot understand that our Nationalism is based on the traditional Australian labourist movement of early last century. They consider this “communist” in flavour, even though at the time Nationalists were attacked by both the conservatives and the communists. Nationalism is a third position neither left nor right.

And what of the evil clown Erikson? Neil has no discernible politics at all, and he is not fit to represent anybody. He couldn’t even hold his small family together: as soon as he moved to Tasmania to mooch off his missus’s people she threw him out for being a useless pilchard. He can’t hold a job because his shenanigans and desire for notoriety override his need to provide for his family. Nevertheless, he wants to ‘represent’ the Australian people and as such, in a wonderful arc of bullshit at court, he and his retarded entourage managed to evade an order on their bail conditions requiring they do not consort with one another. Why? Because he argued they’re starting a “political party” around “Cook’s Convicts” and they need to brainstorm together. This lot haven’t the combined mental energy to figure out how to unpack a box of groceries and if Fortitude failed, this palooka has a less than one in two-hundred trillion chance of getting registered.

More amazing, however, is that Gold Coast businessman Daniel Spiller was actually prepared to finance this walking disaster in another spectacular nativist move to bring a couple of foreign Alt-Right shuckers into Australia for a speaking circuit. In what was dubbed ‘Future Now’, he planned to finance the degenerate Yiannopolous back for another swing, along with ‘Proud Boy’ Canuck kook Gavin McInnes and Info Wars Alex Jones. Erikson was to join them, which would have created the impression he was in their ‘league’ whatever that’s supposed to figure as.

Spiller may also account for how come a bum like Erikson and his fellow debris can afford to travel all around the country when they should collectively be unable to afford the price of a McDonald’s cup of coffee.

Meanwhile, another one with more money than sense, David Pellowe of Axiomatic Events is adding to the improved wisdom of proud patriots by bringing Lauren Southern and Stefan Molyneux to Australia. Erikson and Turner along with some knuckleheads travelled to Queensland to storm his front door over accusations that he—along with Nool’s former Zionist ally, Avi Yemini—had sabotaged Spiller’s Future Now event by claiming to media that “Nazis” were organising the event.

Slapstick theatre aside, it says so much about this lot and their supposed ‘patriotism’ that they shun the many local veteran Nationalist speakers with so much to share for free in favour of Canadians speaking a generic ‘conservative line’. Molyneux is no Nationalist, or even White Nationalist, he is, if anything, a Libertarian, while Lauren Southern is an Alt-Right conservative without a real clue about Australian Nationalist issues. What’s more, to see them will cost upwards of $80 to $800.

Do not be mistaken; this sweep of conservatives trying to pass themselves off as Nationalists is just the same old players with a couple of new faces thrown in. Erikson is being funded from somewhere other than possibly Spiller, and it doubtless all ties back to the Liberal ‘far right’, he is speaking to the state, and the entire edifice of this ‘Cook’s Convicts’ and now Blair’s ‘Lads’ is just another conservative front misdirecting the eternal dumb that support them. No one expecting any sort of Nationalist result we see anything resembling change by supporting this string of show ponies.

Serious Nationalists never deviate from our position or compromise our principles and this implacability seems to upset these Patriots who trade allegiances like they change their socks (if in fact, they change their socks). We never make allies with those who’ve been proven to have violated codes of honour. What’s more, we are not squeamish about our Australianness, while waving flags and claiming to be “loyal patriots”.

Likewise, we don’t carelessly publish videos that inadvertently dox our own members, such as the brains trust at The Lads managed to achieve with their crowing ‘fight night’ videos posted to their FB page.

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A lovers quarrel erupts over who is more Alt-Righty and less Nazi and more Aussie

LADS’ LEADER HAS “MAORI BLOOD,” SAYS INSIDER

LADS’ LEADER HAS “MAORI BLOOD,” SAYS INSIDER

According to a confidential source with intimate ties to the Sydney Lads Society, their shady leader has, pardon the pun, a dark secret he is keeping closely guarded — he has Maori ancestry in his bloodline.

Mark McDonald, who is also known as Mark Campbell, among other aliases, is one of the cagiest cats in the Identitarian alleyway. Speaking on the assurance of anonymity, our insider says, “He has these two old people that he tries passing off as his parents. But there is no way they are his parents. He doesn’t want us to know who his real parents are because that will just confirm our suspicions about his tainted heritage.”

We fully support our New Zealand brothers and sisters, but we’re sure our Nationalist friends in NZ would agree it is not the place of Australian Nationalists to dictate New Zealandness to them. Likewise, it’s too much to cop that Mark “Matey Mate” is here trying to tell Australians what the deal is with our own kind. It’s doubly galling to know that the Lads Society’s supreme leader, Thomas Sewell, is himself a Kiwi.

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We ran a little digital scan test. And we needed surgery after laughing so hard

But whereas we’re sure Sewell’s bloodline is clean of Maori genetics, it is very likely that the same cannot be said of his illustrious Sydney 2IC who our deep-throat describes as being “as dumb as a box of broken hammers”.

Apparently, Matey Mate’s grey matter is likely to present a concern since he cannot hold a serious discussion about politics and lacks educational basics. “If you asked him whereabouts Belgium sat on the world map, for instance, he’d probably point at South America.”

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Matey Mate in his 45-degree bomber jacket

McDonald, or Campbell, or perhaps Tunafahekatamooki, is also said to be “back on the steroids” to improve his body image as Lads’ tribal chief. He appears to be on rocky ground leadership-wise, too, since his bidding to have Nick Folkes’s “boy” Toby Cook come aboard and join The Lads was down-thumbed by a majority vote. What’s even more curious is why he’d want an embarrassing lump like Toby in the club in the first place; perhaps since their mixed-race peccadillo is something they can both share. Or maybe there is a more sinister agenda at work given his connections to Liberal party para-state operatives and his relationship with cronies that surrounded the former Party for Freedom.

But this is not the only area that McDonald/Campbell has clashed with club policy: he is breaking with the strict Men’s Movement ideals of the Lads by reportedly having “gotten engaged” to an actual female. It is hoped that his bride to be is well-off with her own home because Matey is back in Summer Hill living at Club Squalor in the dilapidated house belonging to former PfF member Jerry Dragosevic. There are so many holes in the floor, ceiling and walls at Club Squalor that any attempt at consummating his marriage could lead to him unwittingly providing a free peep show to his landlord. But given that Matey is “back on the steroids” then the shrivelled offerings this will make of his wedding tackle makes that scenario most unlikely.

Lastly, our source made mention of reports that Matey Mate has “bragged” about having “frequently met with ASIO” and how he “enjoys a protected status because of it”. This is nothing more than what UNA has maintained from the get-go. But now he’s the Lads problems and given that it’s all just one deep murky pond in which the same toxic fish all swim and feed off the usual plankton it’s of little concern to us. We do, however, enjoy a good gloat from time to time.

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Once Were White Nationalists

 

 

ANZAC DAY – A REASON TO WHINGE FOR SOME AND AN EXCUSE FOR A PISS-UP TO OTHERS

ANZAC DAY – A REASON TO WHINGE FOR SOME AND AN EXCUSE FOR A PISS-UP TO OTHERS

We are not sure, and we were never actually there ourselves, but we’re fairly certain that the poor Anzacs waiting to be shredded piecemeal by Turk artillery while landing at Anzac Cove in the twilight of the 25th of April, 1915, weren’t sucking on tinnies of VB.

Thus, this tradition of getting pissed at six in the am on this period of national commemoration has more than a hint of Melbourne Cup Day about it. Nonetheless, those who made it back from that disastrous landing courtesy of the First Lord of the Admiralty, Winston Churchill, were no doubt in need of strong drink for the rest of their lives.

Anzac Day has been used as a pawn in the culture wars by those on the bourgeois liberal left fond of attacking national-spirited notches on the calendar, and by the government, marching in step with the internationalist agenda.

This year the whole parade has turned limp-wristed by inexplicably making it about women. Next year it might about gays or Rohingya refugees, but this year women are to march up the front while those regrettable specimens of Australian manhood must follow in their saintly shadow with heads bowed and any signifiers of masculinity kept out of sight. We’re grateful for the nurses that served, mind you, but we’ll be crocked if we’ll concede the entire Anzac Day over to a feminist narrative just because the army has turned so PC you could plug it in and surf the internet. Only recently they were trying to fish out servicemen who weren’t supporters of homosexual marriage, and now they want to ban ‘death symbols’ from being displayed on military hardware, despite the fact a smiley face stencilled on the side of a tank would seem way more jarring.

The majority of women who join the army can’t even make it through basic training but they expect us to cop this?

As Nationalists, we acknowledge the spirit of Anzac Day and defend it staunchly from those who would desecrate this National holiday with their identity politics. But we will not allow the globalist government, whoever they are to dictate its meaning to us. For they already try and have us believe that Australia Day is all about celebrating everything non-Australian. Likewise, they use Anzac Day to promote a false spirit of ‘service’ to foreign powers, to die for conflicts far removed from the interests of Australia.

Anzac Day has been used as a pawn in the culture wars by those on the bourgeois liberal left fond of attacking national-spirited notches on the calendar, and by the government, marching in step with the internationalist agenda.

Over a century has passed since the landing at Anzac Cove, a conflict between European empires triggered when an Austrian Archduke was shot by a Bosnian Serb and England got involved because Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia and Germany marched into Belgium threatening the Frogs. It was all riveting stuff and fairly typical of Europe up to that point in history.

Australians had no business in that war, but we were drawn in using the patriotic propaganda of Empire and a genuine sense of duty. In fact, the nation threw itself into the cause with gusto and the average bloke viewed it as an adventure, at a time when ideals were sharpened by romanticism and the national identity was still shackled to the concept of colony and motherland. Also, as with nearly all wars, there was the mistaken belief that it would all be over by Christmas. But it soon became clear this was no Boys’ Own adventure but a massacre. At that time, Australia was a paltry population of five million. Nearly five-hundred thousand enlisted with a loss of 60,000 and 156,000 wounded or taken prisoner.

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From fervent allies of mother England, the spirit soured. As men were minced up on the battlefields of France etcetera England put pressure on Australians, now more reluctant to join the conflict, to introduce conscription. A plebiscite on the issue was twice defeated and resulted in queer fish Billy Hughes being turfed out of the Labor party.

Australia was not a paradise following the end of WW1. Those men who returned were broken physically and mentally and many of them turned to alcohol and crime. Indeed, during this period the rate of crime trebled. The social impact was monstrous as the pain of the generation that fought was passed onto their sons who were in turn born into trauma.

Anzac Day is, in reality, about acknowledging the sacrifices of Australians in all different foreign conflicts, from WW1 to Afghanistan, and if the globalists have their way, we’ll soon be serving an evil alliance as it aims to tear apart Syria and install an Israeli puppet as head of state. For this has been the sad fact of all these ‘sacrifices’ and all this service – with the exception of what was derisively called our ‘chocolate soldiers’, who were, in fact, our Kokoda heroes, we fought the one war in which our nation was truly endangered; the war against Japan.

The majority of women who join the army can’t even make it through basic training but they expect us to cop this?

This fact of the glorified military history seems to overlook our Kokoda heroes in favour of those who have ‘served’ globalist adventures.

Australia had no business shooting at the Boers, or backing England in suppressing the Boxer Rebellion or fighting in Korea, or Vietnam, or Afghanistan and so on. We did so because we’re part of a global gang whose interests our sons’ blood is spilt is never ours.

The meaning of Anzac Day, to Nationalists, is, therefore, a sober meditation on the idea of an Australia independent from being forced to sacrifice our own for the goals of overseas powers, or by “serving” in an auxiliary capacity a superpower protector.

As this author types these words, the sound of young people partying fills the cool midnight air. They are loud, and they are clearly not in a sombre, reflective mood. Earlier he passed a nightclub which was unusually busy with a queue of White Australian youth stretching down the street from the bollards and rope at the doors where they had to show ID to bouncers so they can get inside and join a debauched bash with DJs and scantily clad girls.

To them, Anzac Day is a day off – a day to get wrecked. To others, who’ll be awake for the service, they fly the Aussie flag because that’s what they’re supposed to do, just like at Christmas when they’re expected to put up a tree and decorate it with tinsel. They would be offended at Nationalist suggestions that there is a falsehood to the mainstream narrative of Anzac Day, as they watch the prescribed parade, hit the early opening bars and get next to anyone who looks like a legitimate serviceman so they can exaggerate whatever military credentials or legacy they feel they can boast, play two-up, and basically adopt what they estimate is a patriotic mind-frame.

This fact of the glorified military history seems to overlook our Kokoda heroes in favour of those who have ‘served’ globalist adventures.

Attending a dawn service doesn’t make you a greater patriot than one who stays home and reads a little of the true cost of that war. It does not make you less of a Nationalist to join in either, that’s not what we’re saying. Our message is simply that the spirit of Anzac, enveloping as it does myths of heroism, mateship, and honour, qualities presumed to be in the national character, should also question our endless service to conflicts which are none of our affair, not in our national interest, and to which in the case of the Middle East and Vietnam the whole basis was morally flawed.

Once we get through that we can travel to the root of the idea of an independent Australia, and then, when we’ve found that we can rejoice in finally coming to recognise we are Australians, and not just part of a globalist franchise of multi-racial, multiculturalists whose blood is shed in the pursuance of the wealth of and the accretion of land and resources for a cabal of ugly bankers, industrialists, warmongers and Zionists.

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Cup day or Anzac day? Actually, believe it or not, it’s Anzac Day

 

ANDREW FORSTER & THE ALLEY KATZ — THE LEFT’S TROLLING CULTURE EXPOSED

ANDREW FORSTER & THE ALLEY KATZ — THE LEFT’S TROLLING CULTURE EXPOSED

The Left is addicted to trolling. If there were no ‘right wing’ Facebook pages, or social media sites for them to troll, they’d fade into a suffocating obscurity; seeking recognition by trying to write ‘urban rhymes’ or making personal YouTube videos or blogging about the insignificant experiences of their drab lives as if in that turgid oblivion of their soul-destroying mediocrity was the nucleus of something far more metaphysical and vital to impart to the human race.

Instead, they inhabit Facebook pages like Anonykatz and entertain themselves by being routinely un-amazed at the typically inane postings of the cognizant-dissonant on the political right of the social-media tennis court.

Their day revolves around entertaining themselves reviewing the latest sarcastically reworked ‘potatriot posts’ uploaded by the admins of their favourite pages and then lending droll witticisms as an ideological antidote to what they’re confronted with. In most cases, one group of idiots is passing judgement on another — and we don’t employ ‘idiot’ as a pejorative here, it’s simply all we can deduce by examining the pathology of the thoughts they express.

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If, say, Anonykatz had any grasp of Nationalist politics it wouldn’t even bother with the likes of Neil Erikson or Shermon Burgess, who’re blank cartridges from a circus shooting range.

These characters, like many who comment from their side of the fence, are the product of the social media identity factory and the digital age that spawned it. In the 1970s, Alvin Toffler wrote a book called Future shock predicting the absorption into a myriad of subcultures for a population divided along complex social strata, and if he was still alive, he’d deserve a cigar for this prophecy alone; although he only died in 2016 so he pretty much saw it come true. More-or-less, he predicted the Internet.

There is no political substance or even consistency of message from the flaky characters that Anonykatz fixates on and yet they’ve never bothered to address this in any scrupulous detail — they simply guffaw at the overall ideology as they perceive it — mainly because they are the flipside to the same coin.

They are no more sophisticated than those they deride. The UNA team actually read a poster responding to Nick Folkes on the Anonykatz page who claimed that Hitler went to jail with Heinrich Himmler and there devised the National Socialist German Workers Party. No Katz admin bothered to correct this boob who had the comical impudence to then censure Folkes for not being intelligent enough to have assimilated this important historical fact. But, we digress…

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Erikson, Folkes, and Blair Cottrell are the constructions of a media that were once obsessed with the anti-Islam movement and required ‘actors’ for the narrative surrounding this multicultural society of Australia. It inflated them, and then, when it all became passé, they pricked their hides and deflated their spirits, which were always inordinately out of scale compared to the size of any actual talent they might have possessed. They now play a constant game of catch-up with that sub-tier celebrity which, of all of them, Erikson Joneses for the most.

If, say, Anonykatz had any grasp of Nationalist politics it wouldn’t even bother with the likes of Neil Erikson or Shermon Burgess, who’re blank cartridges from a circus shooting range.

Individually, none of those mentioned above is remarkable people. Yet, like most human beings, they crave attention. The need for recognition is one of the most powerful human motivators which are why there are those who’ll seek it in evil and anti-social ways, such as mass-shooters, and serial killers.

Once upon a time, this type of character was the feeder for the music industry as the promise of ‘fame’ for the not-so-talented were offered by the vision of pop stars which they looked at and thought, “I could do that too”. So they formed bands or became performance artists or did anything that might lead to that ‘break’. Andy Warhol observed all this and made one of the most astute utterances of the 20th century — that one day every person would have their fifteen minutes of fame. And Warhol understood fame better than anyone.

This is why it ill-behoves the likes of Anonykatz to feed the egos of these pseudo-revolutionaries, but to make such an assertion fails to take into account that by doing so the players from their camp are exercising their own egocentricities. Again, they are the same animal. Erikson, Folkes, Cottrell do not pursue issues, as would be expected of earnest political crusaders, but rather use a cause to promote themselves. Separated from the substance of issues, we have mere personalities, and a kind of ‘fanboy’ nationalism, which is a term coined by UNA and covered in a previous article.

TROLLING TO THE LEFT, TROLLING TO THE RIGHT

The Alt-Right gained its infamy through ‘trolling’; it doesn’t necessarily make anything better if the Left apes those tactics which, when all has been said and done, were questionable (although often hugely successful) to begin with. Let’s deal with a semantic before we get down to brass tacks here: We call this opposition ‘the Left’ for convenience purposes, or even ‘Cultural Marxists’, but that’s not necessarily accurate.

Much of what is assumed to be politically Left are actually the lackeys of the pseudo-progressive-democratic-liberal-globalist-capitalist-world-order. In the most basic reading of the morality contest underlying the narrative in which the Left is pitted against the Far Right, the former are supposedly upholding virtues that the latter dream of stripping from civic life for the sake of an authoritarian, race-based order. This assumes ‘good guys and bad guys’ when viewed through the glass of 20th century western struggles against Fascism, Japanese Imperialism, and National Socialism. Here we invoke Alvin Toffler once more because he had another insight into the future. He wrote: “The illiterate of the 21st Century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn and relearn”.

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In this era, for either side, applying historical lessons, or ideologies, or prejudices from a bygone era is a glittering example of that new millennium illiteracy of which he wrote. So, with the exception of pure Nationalists, or even fluid-thinking true leftists whose worldview we may largely oppose but whose sincerity and logic we might otherwise respect, we have the ‘Katz’ — whose own obsessions are every bit as unhealthy as those provocateurs they make a subculture out of countering online.

The time has, therefore, come to bring these ‘Katz’ into the spotlight. For the main part, those posters who fill the ranks can be easily searched and profiled for themselves. But who runs Anonykatz?

In our last entry, we responded to an article by Honi Soit that claimed that we ‘doxx lefties’ under the guise of self-defence. In this case, we do it as a public service.

In our last entry, we responded to an article by Honi Soit that claimed that we ‘doxx lefties’ under the guise of self-defence. In this case, we do it as a public service.

United Nationalists Australia has been, for a long time now, flooded with requests to doxx the admin of Anonykatz. We have been given theories on who runs it, and countless links. We, therefore, posit the following as a theory which we back up with what we believe is convincing evidence. But as we doxx Anonykatz it is now incumbent on us to out one of its most consistent serial pests — Andrew J. Forster.

ANDREW ‘J’ FORSTER AKA FORESTER

There are amusing trolls, there are witty combatants, and then there are those who if they weren’t harassing people online they would be stealing women’s underwear off clotheslines and wearing it over their heads as they tortured small furry animals. Andrew Forster fits into the latter category.

Hardly a nationalist, patriot or anyone ‘rightist’ conservative has not had an uninvited excretion from the poster using the name Andrew Forster appearing in their messenger inbox. He is unbothered by any transgression of Facebook policy, about laws pertaining to electronic-devices and stalking, or even whether or not he comes across as a complete body snatcher.

He has poured vile abuse on women, accessed accounts belonging to minors, attacked the sick, and violated the privacy of at least one person grieving over the passing of a close relative. It doesn’t matter to him. He is not made of the stuff that exhibits conscience nor is he equipped with the intellectual faculties to express an ideological rationale. He is purely a sociopath with access to the Internet.

He is by no means clever — he often gets rattled when challenged to any degree and scurries off to hit the ‘block’ button even though it was he who initiated contact. It all depends on how much alcohol or pot is in his system or whether or not the methamphetamine he has smoked was of a high enough grade. All in all, his entire act is based on a war of attrition, or who will blink first.

The best response to Forster is to block him. You are not dealing with an intellect, but a lummox whose cerebral deadness serves him well in his abusive trespasses onto the accounts of others. The nature of the world he supposedly abhors in the reckoning of his political opposition is exactly the one which he inhabits online: one where ideas must be singular, where the debate gets shut down, and where other human beings are objectified and reduced to caricatures.

Hardly a nationalist, patriot or anyone ‘rightist’ conservative has not had an uninvited excretion from the poster using the name Andrew Forster appearing in their messenger inbox. He is unbothered by any transgression of Facebook policy, about laws pertaining to electronic-devices and stalking, or even whether or not he comes across as a complete body snatcher.

His profiles list him as residing in Perth. In the past, we have had intelligence pinpointing him to a certain address, but we cannot be sure that information is accurate. We do have what we are assured are images of him. We share two of his Facebook profiles, which are queer things. He seems to have a fetish for the obscure matron of the 1990s British sitcom Keeping Up Appearances, Hyacinth Bucket. In others, he has cheesy personalities from bygone pop culture decorating his bizarre user profile. Likewise, when he wants to be tricky he uses the alias Andrew Forester (see what he did there, genius).

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Jame Gumb, stand aside, there is a new retro freak in town

UNA recently, through a lengthy operation, uncovered the address and information regarding the business practices of fake news journalist Luke McMahon. We have his residential address, and we know a lot about him now. We are in the process of uncovering even more information. The same will apply to Forster, who has made such a bore of himself we will coordinate with our people – and even those who aren’t nationalists – in West Australia to finally trace him to his lair. That will be a day he will wish had never come. Thanks to a major financial injection by a benefactor, we have resources that a year ago was not available to us.

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Well, it’s pretty obvious Andy is an X-Genner. Note how this profile he brilliantly moves around the letters of his alleged surname to create ‘Forester’. We suggest everyone inbox him and congratulate him on his cleverness. Or just keep reporting his bogus accounts

Firstly, we have to question whether or not Forster is his actual name, and true identity. It will be easy enough to ascertain, but for the sake of discussion, we suggest that it might very well be, given the arguments about identity and ego that we’ve laid out above. It is in the psychopathology of someone like Forster to seek credit for his deeds otherwise he would operate under ever-changing aliases such as Luke McMahon has done.

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Hip? Forster barely has a pelvis

It is also noteworthy that his profile appears on the friends’ list of lefty author John Birmingham, which might mean that Birmingham approves any old friend request, or else he is known to the man. Around 1990, when Birmingham contributed to Rolling Stone, he wrote an article about Jim Saleam and National Action that was a direct reflection of the lies being promulgated by disgraced Special Branch detective Neville Ireland; which would suggest that a relationship existed between the two. Jim Saleam complained and either a letter was published in Rolling Stone, or there was a retraction, but he cannot say for sure.

It is also noteworthy that his profile appears on the friends’ list of lefty author John Birmingham, which might mean that Birmingham approves any old friend request, or else he is known to the man.

In Birmingham’s book, Leviathan published around 2000, which is sold as “an electrifying epic history of the city of Sydney” reference was made to Jim Saleam and National Action and an incident involving an alleged theft from a woman by him and a man named Peter Coleman. The case was in dispute and when Jim Saleam confronted the publishers those extracts were subsequently expurgated from the paperback edition.

All in all, it appears that Birmingham, who models himself as a rebel, may very well have been a snitch operating with the corrupt authorities of the time.

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We are told this is a floor plan to Forster’s Perth home. The hydroponic chamber is listed as ‘BRM 2’

But returning to Andrew ‘J’ Forster, we are also informed that he might be lying about the ‘J’ initial in his name, as we are told his name is Andrew Robert Forster.

Whatever, the thing to do now with all his accounts, if you do not block them, is to inundate them until it becomes unviable for him to post any more of his scurrilous silliness. Troll the troll. Find him wherever he is and just let him have it. His accounts are most likely fake so there is little point in him crying to Facebook, and you can make all sorts of threats, and say any sick thing that comes into your head, because the police simply won’t do a damned thing about it and he is too compromised to make such a complaint anyhow. Go for it. He is a real petal; a total snowflake.

PETE SMITH, ARIANA KLEPAC, AND ANONYKATZ

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The most obvious eccentricity of those running Anonykatz is their obsession with felines. It goes beyond a simple shtick and into the realm of full-blown mania.

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Smith and Anthony Albanese: boy the air must’ve smelt bad when that shot was taken

Therefore when it turns out that noted anti-fascist, the mushy-bellied beer-quaffing Pete Smith and his equally chubby partner Ariana Klepac are the authors of two books classified as “humour” and which reflect an almost Egyptian worship of pussycats it seems a reasonable enough contention that these two are responsible for Anonykatz. At least, this is the theory being presented to us. Obviously, we cannot say definitively, but the circumstances certainly make it highly plausible.

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Awww, look at that, Pete’s a Labor man, which means he’s not a proper lefty at all. Slackbastard should stop talking to him

The pair has authored the books How to Get Ahead in Business with Office Cat, and The Cat-phabet: A Guide to our Furry Overlords — From A to Z. We do not recommend you buy these books unless for some reason Kleenex is in dire shortage. Given the level of wit expressed on what may or may not be their Facebook page, the quality of humour is obviously somewhere about the level of Bill Shorten after a few snorts of paint thinners.

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Mrs Anonykatz (allegedly), Ariana Klepac, whose public persona along with her partner is as an author of two naff cat books and who looks like she applies her lipstick with a paint roller

Klepac also notably wrote a book titled Stark Raving Mod about the Mod scene in Australia from the late 1970s to 1980s. The book is currently unavailable for purchase.

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The blurriness of Katz Palace (allegedly) in Balmain must be down to all the beers Pete drinks to try and make his missus look attractive. And vice versa. Ho ho… just a jolly jape, we are pretty sure both would nab first place in any swimsuit contest

What we DO know is that they both live in Balmain, or Toy World, as some wags refer to it, and if they do in fact control Anonykatz then their background could not be more perfect given the character of the suburb. However, if you want to Google their ‘publisher address’, which is Klepac’s residential & business address, you’ll encounter the extremely odd situation of finding their house blurred out on all Google Street View maps. We are not sure how, or why, one goes about getting their residence blurred out – especially when it is supplied by Google as a place of business – so we’ll just show you a blurry image of the joint which won’t mean much without an accompanying address so they can spare us any bullshit about litigation. As we say, it’s on Google anyway if you search Ariana Klepac. Both are authors which place them in the public domain and their works are therefore subject to fair comment, opinion, and literary criticism.

What also is justified editorial comment in the context of this article is Smith’s alleged connection to the convicted paedophile and former anti-fascist state informant, Alex Gollan. A former assistant principal at a Sydney school, Gollan led a double life as an anti-racist crusader, running a blog called Anti-Bogan at the WordPress site. Smith is implicated in having shared editorial responsibilities with the Gollan, who in 2016 was jailed for possession of child abuse material, released on bail, and the story sort of goes cold there. Perhaps his police handlers, long used to dealing with kiddy fiddlers, provided him with some sort of out clause. We’re sure to find out one way or another. Meanwhile, this does not cast Smith in a very convincing light as a social crusader.

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Convicted pedo Alex Gollan was allegedly an associate of Smith

So, folks, there you have it; these anti-fascists are literally a bunch of pussies, with the gayest being Andrew Forster and his psychosexual fixation with Hyacinth Bucket. Perhaps she reminds him of the mother he’s always wanted to get into the sack. Who knows with these sickos? Adieu.

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The technical term for this item is a ‘waste of money’