Good old Labor Party true believers, always see the humanity in the sainted Other but never in their own people. I know Bankstown is a long way from Palm Beach and you’d probably need to catch a Qantas flight to get there, but maybe you should visit for a day or two Bob.
Better yet, why don’t you glorious Laputians arrange to have the Villawood detention centre relocated to your own neck of the woods? One would go down a treat right next to Barranjoey Lighthouse. Maybe you could have a mosque installed hard up against the beach kiosk so you can keep close tabs on your oppressed boat people, and bring them breakfast with halal meals on wheels. You could even have the local life savers daily go out in their surf boats to intercept and escort the arrivees to your safe harbour, and serve them fresh readings at The Boathouse cafe.
Ah, but you won’t do that will ya Bob. No, not for you Keating types, ex of Condell Park gone now where all the Labor saints go, to the pearly gates of the northern beaches or eastern suburbs, lands of the implicitly white, yet not white. Home of the Disingenuous White Liberal, SWPL, whiter than white. No, no of course, you’re an anti-racist.
Racism’s wot those stupid eejits of Penrif and the south west do when they get gang raped or shot or bashed. Yeah, fuck those racists. No place in your plays for them, that sub-human scum. They don’t want nor deserve a better life do they Bob? They’re just a useful stereotype, your soul’s juxtaposition, to manoeuvre about on your moral war board, a convenient set of simpletons to reel out in your next speech. They don’t feel grief or pain at their circumstances. That sort of thing is reserved for mutual masturbators at the Hitchens fan club, who feel the pain of everyone, then they feel nothing. All honourable men, Valiant for truth.
You, Williamson, the lot of you traitors will get your comeuppance for sure. Not at the election booth, though that is surely coming, but when things go pear shaped in the next GFC and the welfare won’t provide the necessary three meals a day, things will get rather agitated. And it won’t be the saintly ‘mgrants that feel the heat, but certain northerly and eastern federation styled verandahs that have a panzer planted right through their bedroom window.
*An artist’s impression of the future. Entirely fictional. Welcome to the internet Bob.
January 3, 2012 at 10:27 am
Hey Pat, have you ever read the book The Camp of the Saints? I’m considering buying it. It’s basically about a Western world completely gelded by political correctness and racial masochism. A million Indian refugees make way for the coast of France (where the novel is centered).
January 3, 2012 at 10:29 am
I haven’t read it but have heard of it. I think you can get it online for free in pdf format. I’ll have a look.
January 3, 2012 at 10:30 am
Here it is: Camp of the Saints
January 9, 2012 at 4:57 pm
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