Merry Times Ahead

We have several weeks to go before the Victorian electoral system unleashes chaos upon the land.

For now everyone is enjoying what remains of the status quo. But I expect that 2027 in Melbourne and Victoria will be marked by widespread chaos and civil strife.

I pretty much entirely ignore all our mainstream news now, because it is basically all garbage written by liars, traitors, grifters and parasites (that’s all your abcs, fairfaxes, guardians, theconversations, zuckerbergsocials or whatnot. I won’t link to those because they’re all evil). Even the better ones (the “rightwingers”) have some outlandish ulterior motive that censors you and prevents your humble ethnic ass from speaking your mind (like the british crown, cosplaying zoomernazis, corporate asians or a nonsensical consortium of AFL clubs, big-pubs, pokie machine servicers, the TAB, the banks, pajeet tribes, ossified zombie asx corporations and the real-estate industry. If you ain’t anglo but still “white” then you’ve really got fuckall. Just the telegram feed (which the government is now trying to ban) and a fledgling hodgepodge of smaller sites or blogs, international news that’s not published by the North Atlantic left, substackers, video-bloggers, chat-rooms, single-issue sites that tell you things you really oughta be on top of in a primal basic sense but that for some reason no one flogging “news” deems important enough to tell you, your email inbox including all the spam, whatever gets shoved into your mailbox and whatever’s legible at your local shops. I personally try to fill the void as best I can but I’m only one man and intensely prejudiced as you can tell.

I search the name “Daniel Andrews” occasionally to see if any further morcel of justice has been breadcrumbed out against this ugly treasonous faggot, and was pleased to see that the butchdyke who now runs Victoria has scrapped the plans to give the Dicktator an honourary statue. It’s a start but there’s gotta be more.

He used an interesting phrase: “not in line with community expectations.”

Well at this point what is?

Stephen Wells wrote an interesting piece over at XYZ on the relationship between God, nature, law and justice that I think was excellent.

Anyway.

I look at Crimestoppers on occasion. I can’t help but note that a lot of wanted persons hail from the outer-east, the outer south-east, the northside, some of the more troubled country towns, but not so much the westside. I don’t see much from Geelong either.

I think that’s a fair indicator on where there is some remnant of social harmony and where there bonds of civilization are particularly strained.

A lot of people talk these days of division by race, religion, ethnicity, but less so by class. However class has a lot to do with it. In the quarter of Melbourne that was less socio-economically desirable than the rest, and which had less diversity of amenity (“everyone has to get on the same train and go to the same shops whether ya like it or not!”), people have had to practice tolerance more, shed the extremities and find a common social dialogue. Even if that means “shutup, keep to yourself and try not to disrupt someone elses senses too much.” This is not to say its ever an accomplished task, cos it never quite is. You just get up everyday and try your best to finish the day no worse off.

If i see someone who is abnormally cheerful and hopeful I’m thinking they must be delusional in some way as to the current condition of society. Often they are the rich anglo boomers. This is why that group has become particularly grating to me in recent years. Why the fuck are you smiling like a gay faggot so much? No wonder their parents hated them.

That’s not all boomers by the way. I’ve tried to be specific here. And their nepostic offspring are just as annoying.

Then anyone with young kids. A Chinese couple strolling a pram, an Indian couple strolling a pram. ON the same street. This is not going to be culturally compatible in the long run. This is not a blended society. A hybrid asian-wife/white-nerd husband strolling a pram might betray a visage of steps toward social harmony, but includes a lot of the underclass whom they sidelined and shoved off the footpath of life. Who were deprived of a rung up the ladder to get to that stage they now comfortably stroll around in.

There’s a lot of people on the train with alien genes to me. This is hard enough to tolerate but the fact that they are locked into their little world of digital entertainment and not consciously sharing reality with me at all basically makes any form of assimilation impossible. If you look at some of the Asians and Gen-z whites especially then they truly look as though they are devolving into a different species. They hunch over, developing scoliosis just like the faggot-dicktator did. They are developing problems with their eyes, their jaws, their whole skeletal structure. They are muscularly deformed. They are chewing openly and slowly like glum livestock. The lack of posture deprives them of a proper oxygen intake. Their brain patterns will be bouncyballs schizo. Their hearing will be ruined prematurely through having earbud noise buzzing into aural cavities too much. The crappy soft-drinks and shit processed food they are ingesting will stuff with their health moreso. There’s no way to get through to them. You don’t even know if they will understand the words that come out of your mouth. Do they know English? Can they hear you? Will they just throw a tantrum? They look like neurotic rabbits in some evil lab experiment. Their fashion is all weird and dumb and changes ona dime and you can’t be bothered keeping up anymore cos new clothes cost money and KS Bond will patch up those shoes for another few weeks.

One day the power will stop running out of the AC outlets and these devices will not charge. The distractions might come to a sudden end. I expect a lot of screeching and wailing when that day comes. Good luck having a civil conversation and just telling them to chillax when that happens.

Our political and corporate traitors have managed to keep the lie going for longer than expected. Basically through conjuring up more fake money. But the underlying currents of cynicism and resentment are too great. The impulse of everyone here seems to isolate and fracture into tribes. Even in basic commerce this will break down (no you can’t have my thing anymore!”). Ironically, just as a party called One Nation is about to sweep into power, there will be no more unity. It just has to be this way. There won’t be forgiving or forgetting because there’s been too many unpaid dues, too many gestures of badwill, too many crimes unpunished. That violates a lot of peoples inner souls, their senses of fairness and justice. That has to be balanced out some way. If not through vindictive recriminatory actions, then through detachment, excluding, with-holding or via taxation (which can also include markups/tolls/fees/levies/reparations/surcharges and bribes).

Me I try to just live in accordance with the natural law as Stephen Wells suggests, which is Gods law, to be polite and respectful and to hold my tongue as much as possible (which is insanely fucking hard sometimes as I’m very frank and opinionated). And doing what I have to do. But there’s extra things called charity, friendship, trust, camaraderie, sympathy. Those I extend to a select few at my discretion. I try to remember who treats me fairly and nicely and I reciprocate where I can. I try, like fuck do I try. Really I do.

Sorry, this post was not really about Ajvar, the amazing Balkan condiment. But Ajvar has a place in my world, in my future. Not so much to eat it even, as I rarely eat it )its full of vegetable oil), but just to look at it while at the local wog-grocer (AKA the local woggery, managed by a dedicated local wogerati branch of a somewhat ethnically-tolerant consortium. It’s a mafia deal no doubt) and admire it in all it’s wonderous and amazing glossy jarred variations of orange goo (one recipe, two spice levels, several hundred ex-Yugoslav factions that will never ever get along). I don’t think I can ever be called truly authentic and traditional Australian stock. But maybe I can be a conduit for cultural understanding, at least while I’m still allowed to live here. And if Australians came to accept dim sims, spring rolls, pho, combination noodles, pizza, kebabs, baklava, sriracha, tabasco… then why not Ajvar?

Would you like to know more about how Australian food culture developed? Check out this site to learn more.

I intend to do more posts on food and drink myself. A lot of cultural communicating and blending in happens through food and drink. Think about where the term hospitality actually comes from. Why dining and how you hosted guests was considered so critical to so many cultures. As well as how you behaved as a guest yourself. It’s a form of diplomacy and communication.

Postscript:

Let’s cheer ourselves up with some musical accompaniment because it’s been a while. The present Australian government hates our whole East-European thing, and they can’t really tell one from another. And alot of the time neither can we.

A lot of fun stuff was made in the years just before and after the wall fell.

This song feels topical to the theme of this piece and the blog in general.

Vladimir Sutormin - The Last Day (1990)/ Владимир Сутормин - Последний день (1990)

Free Aussie Cossack!

Last But Certainly Not Least:

Happy Fathers Day to my Dad, and all the Dads out there. May we all have many more days ahead!