A DISCUSSION CONCERNING PERCY STEPHENSEN AND THE AUSTRALIA FIRST MOVEMENT – VITALLY USEFUL

A DISCUSSION CONCERNING PERCY STEPHENSEN AND THE AUSTRALIA FIRST MOVEMENT – VITALLY USEFUL
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ASSERTIVE NEUTRALITY: THE NATIONALIST ANTI-WAR MOVEMENT

ASSERTIVE NEUTRALITY: THE NATIONALIST ANTI-WAR MOVEMENT

In our ideological struggle against the system and its toadies, we must constantly be on the front foot in terms of laying out for our people exactly where we stand on the issues of the day.

It should go without saying that Australian Nationalists oppose, on principle, any involvement of the national defence forces in the wars of imperialism currently being waged by the so-called “coalition of the willing”.

Our doctrine of identity, independence and freedom sits at the polar extreme to that of all-conquering globalist capitalism; we value genuine diversity among the nations of the world, a position which obviously rejects any false notions of equality, supremacy or inferiority in the relationships between the mosaic of national groups.

Furthermore, we reject out of hand the adherence to treaties entailing international obligations which might needlessly put our people in harm’s way at the behest of the superpowers, or which could seriously interfere with the self-determination, good order or sovereignty of other nations.

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Aleppo, Syria: a tragic situation, but it has nothing to do with us

 

For example, our position on the recent Sunni insurgencies in Syria and Iraq has been consistent as we have stated from the beginning of the hostilities that this conflict should be fought and won by a strong coalition of Middle-Eastern regional forces and their northern hemisphere allies.

This eternal struggle for the soul of the Islamic world has nothing whatsoever to do with Australians, who are a people of the global south and should see ourselves as a nation apart from the endless squabbling among some 70 factions of Mohammedans with their myriad tribal and ethnic divisions.

There is no need for a nation of the south, which is socially, racially and geographically a world away from North Asia to be involved in the politics of that region, especially not as the yapping Lap Dog of the clown president Donald Trump and his Zionist cronies.

So too the sabre rattling by Canberra’s imperial globalist warmongers against the hermit state of North Korea is strongly condemned by Australian Nationalists for it is no concern of ours whether the Kim family stands or falls as rulers, or whether their crypto-Fascist system of government remains in place.

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We would bet the farm that Kim Jong Un will never bother us if we do not bother him

 

The possession of weapons of mass destruction by such regimes has, in recent times, tended to mitigate against widespread conventional warfare of the sort which ravaged the world in the 20th century, so it is no concern of ours whether North Korea remains as it is, armed to the teeth and ruled by a despot and his secret police.

There is no need for a nation of the south, which is socially, racially and geographically a world away from North Asia to be involved in the politics of that region, especially not as the yapping lap Dog of the clown president Donald Trump and his Zionist cronies.

The threats posed by Jihadism are likewise made far more manageable by a prudent immigration program which excludes non-assimilable Mohammedans, a move to Australian neutrality in foreign affairs, including cutting ties with the Zionist entity and an end to opportunistic political support for Islamism by the current political elites.

 

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Talal Almeddin and the other plotters of the Parramatta outrage are symptoms, not the disease and the cure is simple

 

As a nation we are blessed to inhabit one of the quieter corners of the globe and Nationalists feel no shame in our past reputation as a cozy, bucolic backwater at the ends of the earth, this ideal is, in fact, the state of affairs which patriotic folk ought to have explicitly tried to “reclaim” in the heady days of 2015.

The threats posed by Jihadism are likewise made far more manageable by a prudent immigration program which excludes non-assimilable Mohammedans, a move to Australian neutrality in foreign affairs, including cutting ties with the Zionist entity and an end to opportunistic political support for Islamism by the current political elites.

In the era of immigration restriction and White supremacy Australia was a genuinely progressive society and despite being embroiled in the wars of the 20th century, the second of which was unavoidable anyway, there was a sense of relentless forward momentum, optimism and the feeling that through the pursuit of social justice at home we might lead by example the developing nations of the world.

The heroes of Kokoda and the men who fought the campaigns against Japanese Fascism across our region are the examples for our assertive brand of neutrality; they fought for blood and soil, in the interests of their nation against a foe who sought to obliterate all societies in its path and impose totalitarian rule across the Pacific.

Let us be clear, however, that we are in no way “Antifascist” in the context of the fake Left and Zionist Right, we are simply aloof from that fraudulent and time-wasting argument because Australian Nationalists are the legitimate heirs and standard bearers of the political theories and way of life which exterminated the anti-national, totalitarian regimes of the 20th century.

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The heroes of Kokoda, they fought against imperialist bullies and the killers of nations

 

To hostile powers, despots and imperialists Australian Nationalists would issue the admonition: leave us alone and benefit from our diplomatic skills, engineering prowess and scientific know-how; trade with us and receive goods of the best quality, clean foodstuffs and licences to deal your produce in kind.

However, intimidate or threaten us, make demands of, or coerce our nearest neighbours and, as an armed but neutral nation, we will send you scurrying away, starving and in rags, like General Horii and his Japanese forces in 1942.

Australian Nationalists hate war and imperialism, we hate the anti-nationalist, globalist thugs who are flourishing under Trump and Turnbull just as our forebears hated the anti-nationalist bullies of the 1930’s and 1940’s.

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THE MAN WITH THE IRON HEART AND NO PERSONALITY

THE MAN WITH THE IRON HEART AND NO PERSONALITY

The new film from French director Cédric Jiminez (The Connection, Aux Yeux De Tous) represents nothing but a series of opportunities to tell an interesting story which has been squandered through equivocation in narrative and a lack of detail in its script.

The Man With The Iron Heart, abbreviated to HHhH, has so many problems it is hard to know where to start; it is poorly edited, the nominally stellar cast is restrained by hamfisted writing and poor character development and it is difficult to discern what point, if any, the writer-director is trying to make.

The story centres on the 1942 assassination, in Prague, of SS General Reinhard Heydrich. We are given some snapshots of his former life as a Navy officer, his rise through the ranks of the NSDAP, and his ascension to the top echelons of the National Socialist hierarchy.

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Jason Clarke and Rosamund Pike as Reinhard and Lina Heydrich: a strong woman and her unfathomable blob of a husband

This series of badly constructed jump cuts, flashbacks and flashes forward, introduces Jason Clarke as Heydrich, Rosamund Pike as his wife Lina, and the always excellent Stephen Graham as an eerily realistic Heinrich Himmler.

The trouble with this opening sequence, however, is that the writers assume that the viewer already knows who the characters are, the timeline of NSDAP history, and the events which led up to Hitler’s ascension to power in 1933; we are confident that the average moviegoer would have no idea where, say, Ernst Röhm or Heinrich Müller fit into the story

The Man With The Iron Heart, abbreviated to HHhH, has so many problems it is hard to know where to start; it is poorly edited, the nominally stellar cast is restrained by hamfisted writing and poor character development and it is difficult to discern what point, if any, the writer-director is trying to make.

Röhm and Müller appear as pop-up characters for mere seconds of screentime in HHhH, Hitler is absent altogether and highly significant events, such as the “Night Of The Long Knives” are glossed over in a way which might leave the average punter scratching his head in confusion over what he had just watched.

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The Czech resistance also suffers at the hands of director Jiminez

Clarke’s Heydrich comes across as a flat, even passive character; he is sometimes annoyed, sometimes explosively violent but he never has anything really profound or interesting to say.

We would assume that the writers were aiming for a steely, near psychopathic aura for the character, but the result is a dull and listless cartoon of a man whose personal motivations and deeper thoughts are never made clear.

Moreover, Jiminez plays it so safe with his “Holocaust” narrative that he almost strays into the area of heresy by the omission of pertinent details of the (((official))) WW2 story.

The repression of Czech resistance, the police actions and mass killings carried out by Heydrich’s SS units are, remarkably, even turned into boring vignettes in HHhH; to anyone familiar with the real story the film goes close to exculpating senior NS officials by effectively cutting them out of the picture.

Clarke’s Heydrich comes across as a flat, even passive character; he is sometimes annoyed, sometimes explosively violent but he never has anything really profound or interesting to say

You see, in opposition to the mainstream, Hollywood inspired story of the Holocaust there is a school of thought which puts forth the idea that the Final Solution was a criminal conspiracy carried out by elements within the SS in pursuit of their own objectives; that the true magnitude of the mass killings and ethnic cleansing was deliberately kept from Hitler and his inner circle.

By omitting Hitler from the film the director has, perhaps unwittingly, veered into forbidden territory. If the viewer is paying attention, he could easily form the impression that Heydrich really was the sole architect of the planned destruction of native Czech culture and the liquidation of ethnic minorities within his area of responsibility.

The second half of the film is utterly forgettable in spite of the introduction of some fine actors into the cast; Mia Wasikowska, Jack Raynor and Jack O’Connell form the nexus of the Czech resistance plotline but that too falls flat and fails to make an impact on the viewer, there is simply not enough meat on the bones of the characters for the script to be effective.

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Jamie Dornan and Cillian Murphy in Anthropoid, fine actors who were clearly given good direction and a first-rate script by Sean Ellis

In contrast to HHhH we recommend the excellent film Anthropoid. The 2016 feature directed by Sean Ellis examines in detail the actual plot to assassinate Heydrich which was led by resistance fighters and British trained Czech special forces soldiers Jan Kubis and Josef Gabcíc.

Jamie Dornan and Cillian Murphy are altogether more convincing as Kubis and Gabcíc, their operation, codenamed Anthropoid, takes place amid a far more fraught atmosphere, a vision of Prague riddled with collaborators, cowardly resistance turncoats and Gestapo spies.

By omitting Hitler from the film the director has, perhaps unwittingly, veered into forbidden territory, if the viewer is paying attention he could easily form the impression that Heydrich really was the sole architect of the planned destruction of native Czech culture and the liquidation of ethnic minorities within his area of responsibility.

The supporting cast, though lacking the big names of HHhH are equally impressive; Charlotte Le Bon and Anna Geislerova acquit themselves well in their roles as resistance sympathisers Marie and Lenka, who sacrifice everything they hold dear to free their country.

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Young love was thought the perfect cover in a city brimming with spies and collaborators

Due to superior writing, it is what is said in Anthropoid, as opposed to what is explicitly shown, but poorly explained in HHhH that drives home to the viewer the horrors inflicted upon the people of Czechoslovakia by the National Socialists.

The impact of the SS reprisals against those who aided Heydrich’s assassins as depicted in the former film is far more dramatic than in the latter simply because by the climax of the film one has begun to sympathise with the characters in Anthropoid, due to their being more well rounded and the actors working from a better-prepared script.

In the end, HHhH is a badly made Holocaust drama which fails to land any of its punches due to the limitations of that genre, even though it does appear, to the trained eye at least, to bend that tiresome narrative to some extent.

Anthropoid, on the other hand, is a film Australian Nationalists may relate to, being as it is a depiction of where true patriots can be taken in their fight for a free country; it shows in graphic detail the sacrifices required of resistance fighters in a struggle against a tyrannical colonial power bent on crushing the native society.

There is much in the story of Kubis and Gabcíc and the wider European resistance movements against National Socialist and, later, Soviet imperialism which should inspire Nationalists everywhere, Anthropoid, as an entertaining piece of popular culture is a good place to start.

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Alena Mihulová, playing the heroic Mrs Moravec, who faces the Gestapo as the reprisal raids begin

WHITE AUSTRALIA DOES NOT HAVE A BLACK HISTORY

WHITE AUSTRALIA DOES NOT HAVE A BLACK HISTORY

History is written by the victor, we know this, so we can assume history and conquest have an inexorable linkage.

However, history requires the written word, archiving and preserving — but primarily it entails epochal events, heroes and villains, achievement and again, a permanency of record. Given that the Aboriginal race has never managed anything but some quaint Dreamtime stories and a few primitive rock paintings then what is this “black history” that White Australia is supposed to have? In fact, Aboriginals didn’t have a history until Whites came along and imparted the concept.

Through White Man’s magic we were able to learn a lot that can now be absorbed into a ‘history’ that could not exist but by a dubious word-of-mouth shared by particular Aboriginal tribes and heavily weighted down by the cultural context of those walkabout fullas. This much more reasonable argument turns that aforementioned maxim on its head because, in fact, Aboriginals owe the awareness of any history of theirs to White Australia.

Now, we’re not knocking the Aboriginal lifestyle per se. We acknowledge that it was harmonious, in respect of the land and all that. It was; no doubt about it. These people lived a compatible existence with the environment. This landscape, this ecosystem, the natural resources that surround us have been jeopardised by the greed of a few that exploit it for profit. Nationalists abhor this exploitation as much as any other activist set. The settlement itself has had consequences, but the settlement was coming, and it was either going to be by ‘liberal’ Whites or else by the Chinese whose attitude to other races is not so redactable.

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We post this pic to say a little about the duality of  White man: that side which cares and that which doesn’t give a fuck

Moreover is the question of what is nobler, maintaining the human species at a primitive rate of evolution, or accepting the changes of scientific advancement as part and parcel of the wonder of human progress?

So don’t give us this “White Australia has a black history” cod because that it is just self-effacing Cultural Marxist drivel.

And, what is this White Australia anyway? Are they once again getting our original British colonial overlords confused with the poor sucker political prisoners who were dragged here in chains, and who combatted adversity to become the indigenous ‘Australians’? Their version of White Australian history needs some serious adjustment, in that case, since it is viewed through the tampered lens of the partisan Left. These are the same tub-thumpers who loud hail about “multicultural Australia”, which therefore means, by the stringencies of their own particular rhetoric, all these other races and ‘cultures’ are complicit in alleged Aboriginal subjugation.

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Oh gee, it’s another anti-Semitic Soros conspiracy theory. Everyone knows Soros just sits at home enjoying his money and doesn’t involve himself in funding activist agents around the world

Are they saying we should ask the Abos to hand back every stitch of modern life we gave them in exchange for our passage back to an Islamic-occupied Europe so that the black fella can once more go walkabout and spear fish for supper?

Once triggered, there is no end to the cycle of guilt demanded by these political manipulators with their slogans. This history is still being written, it would seem. Aboriginal ‘advocates’ can either accept the reality of life here or submit to Chinese domination and 24th citizen-place status in a polyglot market nation.

Furthermore, Nationalists will not tolerate a treaty-based Australia in which lawyers grant Aboriginals a more-equal status on the back of a victimhood narrative. Either they are in this country, or they find some way to return to their nomadic ways and live outside of where the ‘history’ is made, but they will not have the two.

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A more correct version of a self-effacing Cultural Marxist maxim

 

CTRL-LEFT ICONOCLASM IS PETTY AND DERIVATIVE

CTRL-LEFT ICONOCLASM IS PETTY AND DERIVATIVE

As the culture wars rage on, the Sydneyside Left have now outdone themselves in terms of boneheaded, historically illiterate dummy spitting.

The cretins have made a moonlight, anti-Australia Day graffiti raid upon several statues of historical significance, yet, simpletons that they are, they have managed to tag the wrong naval captain, the wrong colonial governor and the wrong monarch.

James Cook, what is more, made only short visits to Terra Australis, Lachlan Macquarie went home to London once his tenure was up and Queen Victoria, as far as anyone knows, never set foot upon her antipodean colony, none of them has any direct link to January 26, 1788.

Even more astonishing is the fact that all three were generally well disposed toward the native inhabitants of this new world, after the fashion of their time; Queen Victoria, in particular, was well regarded by her indigenous subjects, many of whom saw the monarchy as a mechanism of appeal against their treatment by often tyrannical colonial bureaucrats.

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The suspected Hyde Park vandal and his handiwork

Macquarie was even something of a progressive on race relations when he arrived in Sydney in 1810, in our time he would be regarded as a “social justice warrior” and reformer, no administrator is perfect but he was one of the good guys, all things considered.

Of course the picture formed of the monarch by naive Aborigines desperate for the intervention of a greater power to alleviate their poverty and perceived ill treatment was probably wide of the mark, it nevertheless remained a part of their post-colonial folklore until the rise of the currently fashionable, revisionist stream of Australian historical story telling in the early 1970’s.

The cretins have made a moonlight, anti-Australia Day graffiti raid upon several statues of historical significance, yet, simpletons that they are, they have managed to tag the wrong naval captain, the wrong colonial governor and the wrong monarch.

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A photo taken in 1938: Protesting Australia Day is not a new idea, you just didn’t see many Whites doing it back then

We would like to point out that this current fancy for iconoclasm among the Ctrl-Left is but another piece of reactionary, copycat behaviour influenced by equally awful and misguided pseudo-socialist groups overseas, particularly in the United States.

Readers will notice that nowadays everything the Australian branch of the Ctrl-Left does is an attempt to directly transplant rhetoric and fashions in activism from other societies; this is due to the fact that their senior members had abandoned the traditional, Maoist influenced but Australian centred tropes popular on the left from the mid-1960’s.

Seattle had a Black Bloc in 1999, so Melbourne had to have one in 2000, New York had Occupy Wall St in 2011, Melbourne and Sydney had to have squatter camps and sit ins as well; rinse and repeat for Black Lives Matter, Opposition to the Trump inauguration and lately a Charlottesville solidarity rally.

These people have no shame, many of the wrinkled faces in today’s Lefty rent-a-crowd flash mobs, we know for a fact, were avid “China Line” Marxist-Leninists in their youth, throughout the following two decades they cynically used the imagery, poetry and folk culture of colonial White Australia as their central motif, in the hope of awakening the “natural Socialism” of the working classes.

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Flash forward and every Hippy-Dip White is on the bandwagon, but for how long?

Their hypocrisy has no limit, we have covered, as one example, the hue and cry over the use of the Eureka flag by Australia First Party and the attempt by elements of the new Ctrl-Left to “reclaim” the image in the name of Communists past.

Seattle had a Black Bloc in 1999, so Melbourne had to have one in 2000, New York had Occupy Wall St in 2011, Melbourne and Sydney had to have squatter camps and sit ins as well; rinse and repeat for Black Lives Matter, Opposition to the Trump inauguration and lately a Charlottesville solidarity rally.

So how does that sentiment fit in with their current iconoclastic play-acting and their mad rush to publicly denounce every White explorer, squatter and would-be Bunyip aristocrat of the 19th century?

Nationalists see our history as a continuum, one unbroken line of events in which the whole provides the context for the constituent parts and examining events in isolation is regarded as a fruitless pastime which can only lead a person along the wrong path.

January 26, 1788, and December 3rd, 1854 are inseparable in our political philosophy, to denounce one and attach symbolic virtues to another would be akin to demonising the heroes of Kokoda in 1942 while idealising the A.I.F who fought on the Somme in 1916, only a schizophrenic or a con-artist could wrap their mind around that way of thinking.

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Ben Hall, thanks to the Commos everyone who went to school in the 1970’s knows that he was hunted from his station and like a Dog shot down

Right there we have the heart of the matter, the Ctrl-Left, Lily White in hue as it is, comprises a bunch of con-artists and hysterical nutjobs at the top who gather the ignorant and gullible as their acolytes.

This year they are talking about tearing down monuments and going all INGSOC on our national folklore and like their innocent tribal ancestors the urban Blacks are lapping up the lamentations of Ben Quilty, Julia Baird and Bill Shorten.

Nationalists see our history as a continuum, one unbroken line of events in which the whole provides the context for the constituent parts and examining events in isolation is regarded as a fruitless pastime which can only lead a person along the wrong path.

Trouble is, in years to come these same people may well be engaged in another colonial revival in an attempt to capitalise upon the growing discontent among the White workers and marginalised people forced to live under the heel of globalist capitalism.

Do not be surprised, dear reader, if in a few years you emerge from Southern Cross Station to be greeted by a hippy with a Henry Lawson moustache, in moleskins and a leather hat inviting you to the Socialist Alternative wool-shed dance and bush poetry evening.

To a Nationalist who has lived among these progressive dopes for many decades, this is all well within the realm of possibility and those urban Blacks will once again be pushed back to the status of a novelty act in the next failed Leftist play for the soul of the nation.

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Even crappy lefty pub bands from the ’80s may be part of some theoretical Ctrl-Left attempt at Aussie cultural renaissance

JANUARY 26 IS NOW WHITE AUSTRALIA DAY

JANUARY 26 IS NOW WHITE AUSTRALIA DAY

Another day, another giant step backwards by the self-aggrandising, suburban cultural elites which pass for town councils these days.

Darebin Council, which for those not in the know serves a municipality in Melbourne’s inner northern suburbs, has joined nearby Yarra city council in cancelling their Australia Day commemorations. The stated reasons for the action boil down to pretty bog standard White, Bourgeois virtue signalling concerning the British invasion of this continent in 1788.

Egged on by a handful of semi-professional Aborigines and bolstered by an opinion poll which garnered a whopping 81 responses from a population of 147,000 residents, the council resolved to dispense with their January 26 activities and to move the 2018 event back a day as a symbolic gesture of solidarity with the Indigenous peoples of the land.

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Darebin’s local Blacks were vocal in the debate over Australia Day. In fact, they were so vocal nobody actually listened to the 147,000 other residents 

To many Nationalists the post-1994 vision of Australia Day is a joke. At at best, the real meaning of the day has been largely excised from the commemorations in favour of globalist cosmopolitan fluff. The 26th is now basically “Immigrants Day” in all but name.

The main purpose of the council run Australia Day activities has been to welcome new immigrants and hold citizenship ceremonies for the newcomers, to the extent that publicly funded celebrations or parades are held in major cities they focus almost exclusively on multicultural themes.

To many Nationalists the post-1994 vision of Australia Day is a joke, at best; the real meaning of the day has been largely excised from the commemorations in favour of globalist cosmopolitan fluff; the 26th is now, basically, “Immigrants Day” in all but name.

The trend toward change and the “Black Arm Band” approach to Australia Day probably began with the actions of Fremantle City council, who have repeatedly, and unilaterally, tried to change the date of the event, to great consternation among residents.

The response by the Turnbull government, in the case of Yarra council at least has been to strip the city of its authority to conduct citizenship ceremonies, with the possibility of a federally run event being held in Yarra on January 26th in spite of the council’s wishes.

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Australia Day since 1994 has been stripped of any coherent socio-political message besides the globalist-capitalist mantra: “Diversity Is Strength!”

In expectation of such ban being placed upon Darebin too, we wonder what then the dissenting councils will actually present to their supporters in their alternative programme? Presumably some Aboriginal dancing, a smoking ceremony and welcome to country, activities which they already held on Australia day anyway.

Looking at it from the perspective of the patriotic and civic minded rate payer it is probably better that these dissident councillors keep away from Australia Day; why would the public want councillors cheapening the national holiday by officiating over something they do not believe in?

January 26 then, logically, defaults to a day of remembrance for Whites and a day of mourning for Aborigines, which is well and good since the two ethnic groups are the original, and only protagonists in that historical drama, “New Australians” and cosmopolitans be damned.

From an Australian Nationalist point of view, this is a gift punted straight into our laps by these politically naive councillors, who are more interested in signalling their social status and bourgeois credentials than playing the long game.

If the globalists and rootless cosmopolitans wish to walk away from Australia Day in a symbolic gesture toward racial reconciliation then we can only offer the traditional sarcastic advice to someone who has worn out their welcome: “Here’s your hat, mind how you go”.

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Feel free to go overboard with the trimmings next White Australia Day, Nanny is no longer watching 

January 26 then, logically, defaults to a day of remembrance for Whites and a day of mourning for Aborigines, which is well and good since the two ethnic groups are the original, and only protagonists in that historical drama, “New Australians” and cosmopolitans be damned.

Shaming tactics only work on those with a guilty conscience or people afflicted by the (((Old World))) neuroses surrounding race and identity; normal, mentally healthy Whites might whoop for joy and kick up their heels knowing that Darebin and Yarra’s globalist busybodies will now have to keep their beaks out of traditional Australia Day celebrations.

As one Nationalist pointed out to us in conversation: “Nothing these people do ever works!”, so I guess we really should thank the Green and Socialist councillors of Yarra and Darebin for abandoning their right to voice an opinion on who does what on what we can now rightly call White Australia Day, January 26.

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TALES OF GENIUS WHITE MEN: 1) BEAU BRUMMELL – INVENTOR OF THE SUIT AND TIE

TALES OF GENIUS WHITE MEN: 1) BEAU BRUMMELL – INVENTOR OF THE SUIT AND TIE

If you’re a typical gentleman of the Caucasian persuasion you may have on occasion donned a suit and necktie and admired yourself in the mirror.

At some point in this extended period of self-gazing, your thoughts may have drifted from contemplating your own reflection to wondering whereabouts the men’s suit came from and asking what of its history? Was it a look collectively arrived at, or was there a little-known fashionista who matched this with that and by doing so split the fabric-atom of menswear and ta-ra, the modern suit was born!?

Indeed there was, and contrary to what you may be thinking, he was not of African origin. As surprising as it may seem it was a White man who gave us the suit and tie.
Beau Brummell was a visionary. He was a stylish cad who charmed London society while sponging off the Prince of Wales. Although not exactly a role model, he was undeniably typical of his time, and his story, if nothing else, is beaut.

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These were virtually unknown in England until Brummell made them popular

Young Beau fit right in among the gentry from the get-go. In the late 1700s, his father — a politician and Lord’s secretary — packed him and his brother off to Eton where he hobnobbed with the aristocracy. From early on he began to concern himself with fine-dress, elegant manners and refining his natural wit. In fact, the famed cravat worn by the Eton elite was given a natty upgrade after the precocious young Beau added a gold buckle to it. This amounted to a mini cultural revolution at the esteemed college.

When his old man croaked, the inheritance he bequeathed young Beau made the dashing young squid wealthy indeed.

Cutting from Oxford after just one term, despite showing great promise, Beau requested and received a commission in the 10th Light Dragoons. There, in the Prince of Wales’ own regiment, he rose to lieutenant after joining as a lowly cornet. The Hussars were by all accounts a pack of boozing tearaways with a reputation for debauchery. They did, however, look grouse in their spiffy uniforms.

When his old man croaked, the inheritance he bequeathed young Beau made the dashing young squid wealthy indeed.

This is where young Beau began to demonstrate his considerable flair for scrubbing up shmick. It was a hard act, what’s more, considering that an officer had to fork out for his own mount, mess bills, and uniforms. The Hussars uniforms changed with expensive regularity and the mess bills were astronomical since the regiment insisted upon the best victuals and finest grog known to humanity. These dinners came to resemble sumptuous orgies.

Admired by all, Beau cut such a dapper figure and possessed such swagger, that he was granted a license to act as he pleased. Consequently, he shirked his duties, failed to make parade, and skived off — all-be-it with a paramount of style. There was little left to do but promote him. Much to the consternation of those with more soldierly leanings, Beau was elevated to the rank of captain.

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We here at UNA have the utmost respect for cads

During his time with the Dragoons, the young Beau had ingratiated himself with the Prince of Wales after toadying his way into the royal inner circle. Brummell got so close to the Prince that in 1795 he supported him at his wedding to Princess Caroline. Later, the Princess would blame Brummell and his friends for getting pissed and spoiling the reception with bawdy antics like upchucking behind curtains and flashing the bridesmaids.

Now a captain, when Beau’s regiment was transferred from London to Manchester he said, “Sod it”. Being stationed to Manchester would have been too much like exile so he quit his commission and set his sights on London society.

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James Purefoy played Brummell in the 2006 BBC movie This Charming Man. Hugh Bonneville played the witless Prince of Wales

It was there that his charm became his saving grace because it was the only currency he ever managed to save; the monetary variety slipped through his fingers like flour through a sieve. He estimated his addiction to buying clothes ran at around what would now be near enough to $200,000 a year. To maintain this extravagant habit, for a time anyway, he forewent the gambling and whoring that was the irresistible evening activities of the times. But his adventurous tailoring was turning heads and creating a stir especially among his tailors who he went to equally creative measures to avoid paying. Nevertheless, the garish powdered wigs of the 17th century were still in vogue, as were breeches and stockings. Along with the forerunner of what is now the standard gentleman’s suit, the snazzy courtier had perfected a unique necktie.

During his time with the Dragoons, the young Beau had ingratiated himself with the Prince of Wales after toadying his way into the royal inner circle. Brummell got so close to the Prince that in 1795 he supported him at his wedding to Princess Caroline. Later, the Princess would blame Brummell and his friends for getting pissed and spoiling the reception with bawdy antics like upchucking behind curtains and flashing the bridesmaids.

Today wigs and stockings are très homo, but in those days the conventions that Beau was brazenly flouting in favour of his bespoke full-length trousers and long tailored coats outraged many for their dandyish chic. Dressing as a bloke does today in a smoothly cut suit back then was the equivalent of prancing around like a poof on heat strangely enough despite dispensing with the pancake makeup and girly wigs, which were considered manly. Go figure.

However, society became enthralled with Brummell’s sartorial eccentricities. Even after leaving the 10th Light Dragoons, Beau kept sweet with the Prince of Wales, and in fact, was at the peak of his popularity with the slug-witted son of mad King George. In fact, his prized position at the Prince’s side proved useful in keeping his tiresome creditors at bay. He had long since burned through the fine fortune his father had left him.

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Dressing well is all part of the rich experience of being a White man

Beau was a wizard of garbs: coordinating colours with the gimlet eye of Michelangelo sizing up a canvas and partnering articles of clothing as though a cupid pairing lovers or a great chef creating a tantalising dish from unlikely ingredients.

Brummell claimed it took him five hours to dress in the morning. So fascinated with the ritual of putting on one’s day wear was the Prince, who had all the dress sense of a wedge of cheese, that he would spend hours at Beau’s Mayfair home studying him as he went through each stage of harmonising his wardrobe.

Before long, the whole upper stratum of London society was knocking at Beau’s door in the morning eager to observe Brummell in the routine of his toilette. They would literally watch spellbound as Beau pulled on his trousers one leg at a time until kitted out in his finery hours later he knotted his tie and fastened it with a dazzling pin. They might have been students of medicine observing a surgeon performing an operation. But the haughty Pom gents, despite the status of their class, had to learn how to brush their teeth by studying Brummell. It seems he was also pioneering personal hygiene in such innovative areas as taking a daily bath.

Brummell was thus drawn hammer-and-tongs into the Prince’s court and from there into the company of notorious libertine Lord Byron of whom the Prince did not at all approve. This coterie of gentlemen all dressed as Brummell did and the Watier’s Club, to which they all belonged, was dubbed “the Dandy club” by Byron. Having once avoided gambling, Beau was now racking up debts he had no hope of covering.

However, society became enthralled with Brummell’s sartorial eccentricities. Even after leaving the 10th Light Dragoons, Beau kept sweet with the Prince of Wales, and in fact, was at the peak of his popularity with the slug-witted son of mad King George. In fact, his prized position at the Prince’s side proved useful in keeping his tiresome creditors at bay. He had long since burned through the fine fortune his father had left him.

Beau’s success as often is the way with things heralded the beginning of his downfall. Already privately piqued that his upstart guest was more popular in society than himself, the Prince took exception to Brummell’s flowering friendship with Lord Byron. The Prince explicitly warned Beau to avoid his company and when he failed to do so the Prince publicly “cut” him. This resulted in Beau making an unfortunate quip that compounded the problem when upon their entrance and cognizant of the slight he asked the Prince’s guest “Alvanley, who is your fat friend?”

Thus far, Brummell had managed to survive despite penury on the basis of the line of credit afforded by his social status. When the Prince snubbed him, the fabric of Beau’s delicately woven society came unwoven. In debt to his fellow Dandies, Beau was booted out of the Watier’s club and he came a cropper. Skipping to France to avoid his creditors, Brummell died stricken with syphilis aged 61 at a French nuthouse.

Nonetheless, despite making a dog’s breakfast of his life, Brummell is remembered as the man who gave us the suit and tie. A statue was dedicated to him at London’s Jermyn Street in 2002. We thus raise our glasses to him. Only ours are filled with mineral water because we don’t want to end up like he did.

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The Jermyn Street tribute to the man of style