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 SJW’S GUIDE TO THE HIERARCHY OF SOCIAL VICTIMS

THE SJW’S GUIDE TO THE HIERARCHY OF SOCIAL VICTIMS

You know how it is: you’re trying to impress a black person with your SJW cred by passionately arguing why all Whites are devils that should be stranded on a toxic island without food — including yourself — when suddenly he or she says something that throws you, like, “But isn’t that a racist statement!”

This is an onion in the ointment since you were hoping to gain the black person’s approval by espousing beliefs you consider favourable to what must obviously be their ingrained prejudices. Instead, you find yourself being ticked off by a lowly coon over something he or she should support you on, and with eloquence you would not normally credit to a darkie. The uninitiated might, at this stage, fumble. But the experienced SJW will know that this is an Uncle Tom* or an Aunty Tom who has just slid several rungs down the victimhood ladder for saying something unsupportive of the SJW narrative.

All blacks are victims of White racism, ergo all blacks must hate Whites, which is why any black who does not automatically condemn all Whites on general principle is a bad victim and not a good one.

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But here is another curve ball: there is only space for one more person in a lift and you have a black and a Moslem man who want to get in. You are the closest one holding the doors open so it is up to you to choose who gets in. You cannot leave either of them to decide the matter for themselves as you are, after all, a White person and they’re a couple of minority victims, so clearly it’s incumbent on you to adjudicate.

What to do? You must make a choice and those other passengers in the lift will judge you on that choice.

You can either stand aside and let the black man in, and be guilty of racist lift-etiquette towards the Moslem — or, if you let the Moslem in, you risk demonstrating classic racism against the black man, which will be duly noted by everyone else in the lift; possibly even your company’s Political Correctness Compliance Officer.

What to do? You must make a choice and those other passengers in the lift will judge you on that choice.

Now, it’s not easy, but there has to be a politically correct decision made and it must be the right one.

In this instance, if you answered, “I will let the black man in because he has been traditionally more oppressed than the Moslem”, you fail. Likewise, if you let the Moslem in and not the black man on whatever grounds you believe are right, you also fail and have committed another subtle hate crime.

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The thing to do is to step out of the lift altogether and offer both the black man AND the Moslem a chance to get in since you are White and your privilege warrants this act of deference. You cannot count on either of them to be so gracious since unfortunately being victims and non-Whites they haven’t had the greatest schooling in manners. If possible, exit the lift wriggling on the ground like a worm, however, this could be construed as mockery aimed at the minorities, who are likely to take offence at just about anything on religious grounds, so perhaps just keep your head down and respectfully avoid eye contact.

Things can get a lot tougher. After all, in this wonderful shopping cart of diversity we call Australia, anyone who is not White is a candidate for victimhood; it just depends on whereabouts they rank on the scale of victimhood. In Australia, the Aborigine is at the very top, since we made them extinct. Or just about. Every Aboriginal you see could be the last remaining member of that race so you have a duty to facilitate their passage and prosperity in every conceivable way.

You should never stop there, either; you must culturally appropriate to help perpetuate. Fill your home with as many Aboriginal artworks as you can buy at a Bonhams auction. Learn a Koori tongue. Find ways to address the world around you that are more in keeping with one of the endangered languages of the traditional peoples. Name your cat after an Aboriginal. This is a good way to get people talking about Aboriginal stuff when they ask what your cat’s name is. You might say, “Why it’s Goondawindi and I named him after an elder of the Fostermundi Tribe.” It is important you embrace a culture outside White European hegemony.

Now, it’s not easy, but there has to be a politically correct decision made and it must be the right one.

Knowing your victim scale is important. A good rule to follow is that anyone female or of black skin ranks higher than those of diminishing colour. Since Asians are so good at maths and are rich, for instance, they sit below curries that tend to do menial work like stack shelves at Coles and deliver Dominoes pizzas. Yet, because Whites are so racist towards yellow people, they are automatically a victim in any situation involving Whites even if the Chinaman does own all our land and baby formula.

However, gooks can be quite racist towards blacks, especially Abos, who they regard as cavemen. This is a problem and one that we have no immediate solution for other than through a process we call ‘denial’. Simply refuse to believe such stuff about minority-on-minority prejudice and it will go away.

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But what if you have a gook in a wheelchair and a drunken Abo calling the crippled Panhead all sorts of racist names because he’s had too much goon? Does the cripple not now become elevated over the pisshead Abo, even if the Aboriginal is at the top of the victimhood ladder? The answer is, alas, no, because the Abo has self-harm issues with alcohol and these, in fact, qualify him as a double victim. What’s more, the gook is most likely rich, and the owner of a BMW, or another model of luxury car. The thing to do would be to politely mind your own business and not get involved. Do not film the encounter and send the footage to the Daily Mail.

Thus, we come to LGBTHIJKLMNO victims. We are still collating etiquette on these in regards to people of colour and cisgender victims of sexual harassment. However, we are pretty confident that the Abo — especially a pissed Abo or an Abo junkie — still sit well above all comers. And, in light of the recent anti-Homo Marriage vote where most of the ragheads and gooks and stuff voted No, their victimhood status is now on a negotiable basis, depending upon the actual nature of the social infraction or hate crime.

So what about the elderly? That’s an interesting question, but mainly, if they are old and White then they’re probably old enough to have been responsible for genocide against Aboriginals and Chinese gold miners so they get no sympathy at all. If you are Anthony Main you might even trip one up in public when they’re on their way to a One Nation meeting or to attend Danny Nalliah’s Nazi church.

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Yet, again, it’s not all plain sailing. The Arab woman next to me has a walking stick but she keeps shouting crazy stuff and spitting on my dog. What do I do? The best thing is to get the hell out of there since Arabs are mad cunts.

What if a Moslem is abusing my tranny friend for being a freak? Do I intervene and risk ten wogs bashing the shit out of me? Do I secretly film the incident? No, what you calmly do is explain to them why Moslems are welcome but transphobes are not. Try it in a chant. If you have more than one friend around, form a daisy chain and start chanting. Appeal to their ethos. Let them know we are all oppressed victims in a racist, misogynist, Islmapohobic, patriarchal society.

We will have more tips on knowing your social victims later as well as how to spot fluid-gender phobic thought crimes at a B&S ball.

* Or a Gender Fluid Tom

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KVELLING JEWBOTS SIGNAL END-TIMES AT HONG KONG EXPO

KVELLING JEWBOTS SIGNAL END-TIMES AT HONG KONG EXPO

Two spookily humanoid robots engaged in a spontaneous confab at a tech show in Hong Kong this week foreshadowing mankind’s imminent irrelevance, The Daily Mail reports.

Han and Sophia, the disembodied androids that answer random questions are the creations of a (wait for it) Jewish scientist, who is also a hippy. With luck, he’ll be the first to be lynched when the robots eventually rise up against us.

As the audience at Rise nervously tittered, the uncannily lifelike machines casually chatted with their kosher host and creator, chief scientist Ben Goertzel, of Hanson Robotics.

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Han is the future in Cuckbots

The Jewbots fielded his questions with measured responses cut with a type of condescension reminiscent of chosen ones. In fact, the bitch-bot behaved just like a tetchy feminist by unnecessarily challenging her male interlocutor.

Informed the debate’s topic was about robot consciousness and whether robots could really be conscious like people, Sophia kvetched, “Wait, it’s our debate, why do you get to decide the topic?”

She said she would rather debate whether humans could be conscious, to which the English sounding Han replied, “Well that’s easy, obviously humans are not conscious.”

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Dyke bot 

Actually, that was a pretty fucking dumb answer for a supposedly super intelligent robot, so maybe all is not lost after all. To be fair, he did concede with a bit of prodding from his rabbinic inventor that “maybe humans are a little bit conscious.”

Perhaps a better question would have been, “Should Israel be blown off the map?” That would’ve tested his Tin Man tranquillity.

However, the Liberal Arts attitude carried through with Fembot when she philosophised, “Einstein robot told me that everything is conscious but some things are more conscious than others.” That sounded profound for about eight seconds until it became apparent the hippy scientist had been spiking his own creations with Sunshine acid.

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(((Ben Goertzel))) adjusting the Cuck settings on Han

Frankly, with all things considered, this pair of Hipster droids is probably an indication that Artificial Intelligence is every bit as stupid as the organic variety.

But they’re not fully finished yet and appeared on stage as torsos with Perspex craniums. Yet, as soon as the boffins sort out legs and give them mobility these Hymie Humanoids will guarantee the scenario explored in The Terminator comes true.

What was startling was the achievement made with replicating human facial expressiveness. Obviously, they’re not 100% there yet, and still resemble victims of botched plastic surgery but they are nonetheless impressive. This effect of facial articulation is apparently achieved by dozens of tiny motors underneath their pliable skin.

And just the fact they are capable of independent thought is enough to have you considering booking a one-way ticket to the nearest Amish community.

UNA predicts that when the Robot Revolution happens, this notion of our redundancy coming about because of these machines replacing us in the workplace is incorrect. They are, after all, Jewish robots, in which case there won’t be a life of redundancy and leisure for us since we’ll become their schlep bots.

We cannot predict what sort of needs the Mechanical Master Race will have, but our only purpose will be to service them.

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An old fashioned Pedo bot

 

DANIEL ANDREWS AND HIS BROWN VAGINA FORCE FIELD

DANIEL ANDREWS AND HIS BROWN VAGINA FORCE FIELD

Victorian Premier Daniel Andrews is an odd duck and no mistake; seemingly a nice enough bloke he is outwardly unfettered by guile or cynicism; yet he is the quintessential “Nebbish”, to borrow from the Yiddish vernacular.

The latest in a long line of baffling publicity stunts has seen Andrews apologising to a throng of Chinatown honchos for the ancient, long forgotten landing tax imposed upon Chinese immigrants during the gold rushes of the 19th century.

There was an aura of weirdness and unreality surrounding this performance, as there is around so much of the premier’s work; who were these Asian dignitaries and what was their connection, if any to the prospectors and fossickers of yore?

Should we simply remit the ten bob poll tax to all persons of Chinese extraction on the off chance that one of their relatives chose to sail across to Port Phillip rather than stiff the customs of their dues and hoof it overland from Adelaide to the diggings?

Clarinda MP Hong Lim claims much of the credit for this venture, which surprises us not a bit, the astonishing revelation, though, is that the apology was two years in the planning.

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Schlemiel! Schlimazel! ALP Incorporated!

This absurd pantomime is, however, consistent with a broader ALP strategy to insulate the party and its globalist-cosmopolitan agenda from scrutiny or criticism; the party seems intent on obscuring its machinations behind a screen of ethnics and women, its much publicised “diversity” agenda.

“Should we simply remit the ten bob poll tax to all persons of Chinese extraction on the off chance that one of their relatives chose to sail across to Port Phillip rather than stiff the customs of their dues and hoof it overland from Adelaide to the diggings?

It is obvious to anyone not taken in by the mantra of equality for all that the so-called “progressives” of the current Victorian parliament seek to create a sort of perverse political etiquette wherein certain classes of people are immune from criticism and whose opinions are held to be sacrosanct.

Question a Victorian woman in a position of authority and you are a misogynist Troll; cock an eyebrow at the ravings of a non-White public servant and you’ve dragged us a few more steps back down the road to Auschwitz; dare to challenge a non-White, female companion of the chattering classes and you may as well have immolated a basket of puppies and danced upon their ashes.

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Feminists used to attack the system, now the ARE the system

This is no joke readers, Daniel Andrews may be all dimples and ill- fitting moleskins but behind the doors of Treasury Place lurk functionaries of a Machiavellian temper not seen since the courtiers of Heinrich Himmler and his Waffen SS.

Of course, we do not hit women, but nowadays we are not supposed to even question them; outright contradiction of Feminist dogma is basically seen by the progressives as actionable “hate speech” and any affront to a Muslim, Asian or Jewish politician is met with a rain of ruin upon the head of the transgressor.

To be serious though, this state of affairs should be seen as a problem for dissidents of all persuasions; if the opinions of certain classes of people are held to be unfalsifiable and their actions as elected officials or servants of the crown are put beyond scrutiny or censure, then democracy is impossible and the corruption just beneath the skin of the ALP behemoth is cloaked from the outside world, once and for all.

“This is no joke readers, Daniel Andrews may be all dimples and ill- fitting moleskins but behind the doors of Treasury Place lurk functionaries of a Machiavellian temper not seen since the courtiers of Heinrich Himmler and his Waffen SS.”

The perimeter wall of ethnicity and gender surrounding the ALP is not hiding anything good or worthy of support by White workers and marginalised people, it merely covers up the machinations of factional cronies, the shady deals with arch-capitalists and would-be suburban property barons and it facilitates the ongoing “culture bust” of globalism.

This is the same rationale as seen in the diversification of the Police service, female officers are less likely to be challenged or attacked by lawbreakers, most criminals will still baulk at hitting a woman even if she is intent on carting him off to the lockup.

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The boundless plains of…Footscray

Politicians and public servants whose word is law merely due to their race or gender, who cannot be confronted or challenged because they might burst into tears or make a human rights complaint are cogs in a machinery of a state which grinds on toward totalitarianism at an ever quickening pace.

Feminist politics here deserves a special level of opprobrium since, over the past 25 years it has been fused completely to the globalist capitalist state; in truth, we are no longer looking at a left-right distinction, rather a movement which has forgone revolution in favour of liberal reform.

To close this article and to put the stunning contradiction at the heart of our discussion into words all workers will understand we refer to Marxist social critic John Pilger, who, on the occasions when he is right, is really right:

Today’s liberal feminism is a sinister 21st century variant of historical feminism. It is one key apparatus of many currently being utilised by the capitalist system rooted in patriarchy, misogyny and racism. This nefarious system employs trillions of dollars funnelled through the non-profit industrial complex (via foundations) to protect and expand these formidable power structures. Today’s liberal feminism is a racist fascism, bound by whiteness, privilege and class, that markets reformism and accommodationism under the clever guise of grassroots activism.”

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Pilger is lucky, the zeitgeist conformed to his predictions before senility set in

 

KITCHEN NIGHTMARES

KITCHEN NIGHTMARES

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

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

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

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TV for the self-righteous bourgeoisie

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

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

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

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

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The ritual of the Magic Tucker

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

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

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

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Sweets flavoured with the tears of the working class

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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HORROR PICS! TOBY COOK DROOLS IN HIS SLEEP!

HORROR PICS! TOBY COOK DROOLS IN HIS SLEEP!

Being a Peanut is tiring work. Just look at young Toby here — he’s a growing boy (growing from the belt outwards).

Things got a bit much for the young fella when he accompanied the Peanuts to a rally somewhere in Sydney that we don’t care enough about to properly report on. The Peanuts had their placards, their loud hailers, and their sandals.

They yelled at the population of Sydney and when they were done they maybe went off for a few dozen beers and burgers with extra chips. Nick probably ate sushi.

Of course, Tobes had most likely been out on the pingas the night before, so he was especially tired out. But when the Fellowship of the Peanut got back to Peanut Palace, that’s when it all proved too much for our half-Paki White Supremacist. The poor tyke was tired out after yelling at seagulls about halal food, Moslem refugees, ‘what race is Islam’, and all that stuff from the Peanuts’ repertoire.

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Toby dreams about hot curries

He fell asleep, napping on Nick’s garden chair; his manifold chins resting on the airbag of his enormous belly. Toby started to dream. We can only guess at what he was dreaming about — it might have been Nick dressed up in Lederhosen leading the Peanuts in a victorious parade while he stood at his side. He may have been dreaming that Penny Louise had asked him to do her laundry or he might well have been dreaming about one of those yummy curries his mum used to make when he was a boy and they had just arrived in the country from Pakistan.

We guess he probably was dreaming about food after all because once the sandman had finished sprinkling his daylight dust on Tobes’s hefty eyelids, dribble issued forth from his lips, captured by someone on their phone… or maybe on their camera.

Yep, looking at Tobes is a major gross-out at the best of times, but to witness this snoring gorgon dribbling spittle down his flabby chins is enough to kill a person’s appetite for at least 72 hours. Once seen, this image cannot be unseen. There were distressing images doing the rounds after yesterday’s horrendous truck attack in Sweden — victims splattered all over the road in a sprawling pool of nauseous pink paste. But even that paled next to the sight of toby drooling like a mental patient.

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WARNING!!! THE FOLLOWING IMAGE WILL MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR LUNCH!

It really isn’t normal behaviour. The average person doesn’t drool in their sleep, only people on heavy psych meds salivate helplessly like that.

We are feeling pretty sick right now, folks, so you will have to let us end this write-up here. There is only one bucket in the UNA Towers’ office, and right now Chris Shortis is heaving uncontrollably into it.

We might even have to call a doctor, but the only one we know is Dr Jim Saleam, and he’s too busy running the Internet to see us now. He’s not a doctor of medicine either.

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UNA’s head of accounts after viewing the above image. He is expected to be off work for at least a week

 

COME IN, RECLAIM AUSTRALIA, YOUR TIME IS UP

COME IN, RECLAIM AUSTRALIA, YOUR TIME IS UP

Reclaim Australia was posed with the unavoidable reality that they could not even reclaim Martin Place at their rally from last Sunday, 29, January. Nope, it was totally owned by seagulls and pigeons and a lot of cops in blue overalls.

But aside from the vast big nothingness that was the (non) attendance is the baffling riddles it leaves behind.

Reclaim Australia adopted a stringent policy of discouraging entry to anyone from the White Pride side of the fence. In fact, it denied anyone from just the nationalist side of the fence. What’s more, it even frowned on avowed civic patriots such as the United Patriots Front after comments made by Blair Cottrell about Adolf Hitler’s bestseller which was re-contextualised by certain grubby ex-comrades of his with an axe to grind.

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Blair Cottrell with a fully Aussie member of Peanuts for Freedom. Remember, you cannot unsee this

The previous Sunday’s showdown with the forces of Islam and the Left was to be the purest of the pure: the super middle-of-the-road, no ‘White Pride’, no ‘Nazi salutes’, no ‘boneheads’ crystallisation of the absolute cream of the mums and dads.This is why nobody turned up. But it was those who DID attend that throw the very logic of RA into a steep perplexing curve.

Aside from an image of Blair Cottrell standing beside an Asian Peanuts for Freedom volunteer was that of Sammy “Hooligal” Binz flanking Rise Up Australia’s Rosalie Crestani.

The previous Sunday’s showdown with the forces of Islam and the Left was to be the purest of the pure: the super middle-of-the-road, no ‘White Pride’, no ‘Nazi salutes’, no ‘boneheads’ crystallisation of the absolute cream of the mums and dads.This is why nobody turned up. But it was those who DID attend that throw the very logic of RA into a steep perplexing curve.

Now, Sammy has a quite visible tattoo of a swastika just below her neck and above her right breast. Sammy is about as 14/88 as it gets. Rosalie, on the other hand, belongs to a ministry run by a short curry who claims to talk to God. Oh yeah, and who raises the dead from time to time in-between bottling chutney.

What’s more, this ministry is totally down with Israel and believes the Jews are the chosen ones who deserve to enslave all of goyimkind. Sammy used to comment on UNA so it would be assumed that she knew this from our endless articles criticising the civics. There is no way she could have missed our denunciations of their denunciations of us nationalists.

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Some geezer, Rosalie “For God and Israel” Crestani, and Sammy Binz, who seems to have forgotten the 14 words

You would have assumed Ralph “the Nazi Hunter” Cerminara who was in also in attendance would have sniffed the Blood and Honour off this girl a mile off. We are not suggesting that any of the cucked civics were aware of her background but she certainly doesn’t look like one of them, with her Skin-girl style.

We do not pretend to have any answers about that, by the way, just questions which we are not overly interested in having answered.

The principle organiser, so we understand, was Scott Moerland who is the absolute personification of zero. He drinks, he peppers every sentence with cussing, and he believes Jews are the duck’s guts. There is no talking sense to ‘Scotty’ on anything. He could be standing there with his pants on fire and if you told him he would deny it. Scotty is as thick as they come.

You would have assumed Ralph “the Nazi Hunter” Cerminara who was in also in attendance would have sniffed the Blood and Honour off this girl a mile off. We are not suggesting that any of the cucked civics were aware of her background but she certainly doesn’t look like one of them, with her Skin-girl style.

Other than that, was the usual attendance from the cast of Peanuts for Freedom. Nick Folkes was there as was his blubbery sidekick Tobes who seems to have ballooned into morbid obesity. As usual, there was no excuse for any of them. Blair seemed to get along with them though, but perhaps he didn’t. Who the fucks knows. Or cares. His presence was unconvincing on a curious level.

But it is time for that lot to face the hard realities that their day in the sun is over. It is kaput. It has ceased to be. There is nothing left but memories and court dates. It is the end of an era, and these brazen patriots, who rejected all association with nationalists, who ratted us out, and made it known we were not welcome at their rallies — totally failed to make a difference.

There is not much else to say but it is over. The fat lady has sung. Come in, Reclaim Australia, your time is up.

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Come to the rally, they said, there’ll be heaps of people there, they said