(1600) Approaching evening, hope you had a good Friday.
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12. Now, there’s something going down in Oz
I’ve caught much of it over recent years from soc-med and Oz news outlets and it seems to come down to zero love lost between the wokerati, with the weird and sick things they dream up vs the relatively sane and fairly patriotic, those with a sense of reverence for heritage and lives lost on far off fields.


The event was the dawn service at the Shrine, which is a more extensive site than the Cenotaph but both are the place for fairly solemn ceremonies, soldiers in uniform etc., dignitaries, wreaths, last post and so on.
Into this, apparently, despite a referendum rejecting a pseudo aboriginal Welcome to my Country thingy, which apparently means pay us money to walk around in your own land … some heavily tattooed clown got up and gave precisely the spiel the govt lost the referendum over … this clown was booed and booed. He was doing dirt on the returned servicemen and women, at one of the two solemn occasions of the year, the other being Armistice Day.
Now if that clown had got up at a tribal corroboree thing or aboriginal festival in the outback … fine, it would fit nicely. But not this way, egged on from above by pollies and other wokerati. Sounds bad.
And thus there is zero love lost between real Australians and these other nutters, inc. illegals. Same the world over … once globo-commo insinuated itself into positions of power, silently, inexorably, the division in western society was not as stark.