Surveying The Scene
I am often so overwhelmed by the overload of information that I have to step back and take stock.
I try to maintain an obligation I personally set myself to put out an average of 1 post of this blog a week. As I’ve mentioned before the primary purpose of the blog was to be a pulse reading: to show the world I’m still alive.
I do this because it is my most capable way of outward expression and communication in the world of today. I can make a post easily at work, edit them on the train or at home. All I need is an internet connection.
I wrote an unpublished post a month ago with collapsy vibes and it already feels redundant.
The world is still operating. There is still clean oxygen in the air, food in my fridge and at the local shops. I’ve got shelter, heat, income, work (ie some place to be), the route to and from work is manageable, safe enough and looks to be predictable and reliable. There is, of course, some annoying people I have to deal with on the commute and at work and there’s nowhere near as much money coming in as I’d like. But on the whole. by the basic metrics I can observe, civilisation here is working.
Who’s in charge of it, And what am I allowed to say/do and not allowed to say/do are other concerns that I have to leverage and negotiate with.
I have certain sources of information, some of them covert, and they are worldwide, that inform my perspective and replenish my soul, and I am not at liberty to expose them lest I expose the sources to danger. That is the way things are right now.
Melbourne today can basically be divided into Indians (southwest), Chinese (outer/mid eastside and the centre), gays (the inner suburbs) and rich-white preps(a band of inner/mid eastern suburbs that are characterized by old-money). If you may have guessed, I have problems with pretty much all these people. They all are diametrically opposed to each other and yet all seem to conspire successfully against me.*
I choose to live on the outskirts of a hypothetical fifth, the outer westside caliphate, which is actually quite moderate in feeling and quite accomodating to East-Europeans and the Slavic temperament. There are some east-asians, Africans, Pacifikas and Bogans there who are relatively pleasant and inoffensive to my perceptions, and about the only annoyance is the odd sandal-wearing Indian at the supermarket who has strayed too far from his turf and not taken the queues of the different fashion requirements, because as well all know by now, they completely lack self-awareness.
Put on some closed shoes bro. We are all sick of seeing your ugly bare feet. For the love of fucking God please. It will be step #1 toward rehabilitating your trashed reputation. Also turn the volume down on everything: speakers at home, speakers in the car, speaking to one another. Stop tailgating. Just learn to follow the fucking rules of the society that already exists please. Okay, let’s move on.
Overall my neighbourhood feels alot like the Ottoman Empire revived and I have come to think that maybe the Ottoman Empire wasn’t so bad. This is why I’ve taken a greater interest in Turks of late as they were the commanding element of the Ottoman Empire and in hindsight you can actually say stewarded it quite well, it’s just that how it expanded and ended was crude (as attested by Armenians, Lazes, Balkan Slavs etc, but I’m not getting tied up in their legacy politics). They cop a lot of shit the Turks, and even now they are derided as some kind of neo-caliphate autocracy. But the more you read about their history the more you come to realise that, similar to the Russian world, autocracy is about the only way to do things, because it would just be chaos otherwise. Modern Turkey looks like a fascinating place that’s taken good strides to setting itself up for the 21st century and they look to actually be in pretty good shape from what I see and hear (and having never been there admittedly). I see a lot of parallels with Poland and as it turns out, in the centuries post Siege of Vienna 1683AD, the Turks have been good friends of the Poles in many ways. I’ve certainly never had a direct problem with any Turks I’ve met. They seem like good people who are naturally proud and protective of one another and their heritage, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve regarded them as polite and professional, some of them even warm and friendly, but not so much as to be outright… fifi, as the Argentines say, and we sure don’t want anymore of that. In Melbourne there was this minister in the DicktatorDan Government called Adem Somyurek who turned on him, left the ALP and voted against his stupid pandemic bills, began excoriating him in public and campaigning against him and then got re-elected in the otherwise horrible and stupid landslide of 2022. Just remember that it is not okay to have been Daniel Andrews, to have supported him in any way, to have covered up for him or to sympathise with him. And people who did so should never be forgiven. And we will get our revenge on all of them. There will be no forgiving or forgetting. But Somyurek is a great man and a rare hero from those dark times.
What about the Lebs? What about the Arabs? Similar, though historically with probably a few more outwardly cranky types in their back closet, at least as far as my formative years growing up in Melbourne and seeing the news on TV informed me. Though as the Lebanese civil war and post 9/11 war-on-terror seemed to be receding into the past now this seems to be mellowing out. One of the best people I ever met was a Lebanese Muslim manager at my work in Target in the mid 00s. This woman was regarded as suspect and not liked by some of the snowflakes I worked with (wealthy millennial white princess types) but she could kick anyone’s ass including customers, truckies and other management and that’s what I liked about her. She clearly had grown up on the tough-end of the tracks and was a refreshing counterbalance to everyone I had grown up with in the east who was basically a lot richer than I was. We vibed well. I miss her a lot and hope she’s still out there doing her thing.
*PS I have little info on the outer outer east and outer north but as broad take, mixed-here-be-dragons, it’s a bit like this:
-South-east: Africans, Pajeets, East-Euro Whites, Bogans, Chinese, other Asians all in equal measure and all equally hostile. This is where most of the inter-ethnic foment and hatred pops up in Smellbs from what I can see. The “African Youths” problem always seemed to be a south-east thing worst of all with some flare-ups in inner-west Footzcrayzy and Chapel St.
-Outer-east-east: AKA the rainforest and hills AKA puffing-billy. Hippies, former-hippies, derro-whites, some-other who-knows-whats and allegedly now some Ukrainians? Dividing Hippyville from Preppyville is Box Hirr and we’ve spoken about it here before as has XYZ in a post from years ago that now looks to have tragically vanished into internet oblivion.
-Outer-North-east: Another wogville basically. But less Islamic and more Christian. Probably some Chinee and British Indians too. Tranny kids of conservative parents. Who the fuck knows really. Its hard to get out there and there’s no train line.
Outer-North: A more-militant Islamic Caliphate. Strip clubs and Sexylands are also a feature and these two things aren’t as contradictory and mutually-exclusive as you may think. Lots of warehouses, like the outer-west but less tropical/Panama-like and designed to be an anti-Green zone as the Greens are at their strongest and most annoying in the inner-north. Bell-St is the dividing line and focal point for conflict between the two. If you want to see where the Labor/Greens anti-white alliance feels at its most schizo and mismatched, go to Broadway in Reservoir.
PPS:
I got muted on a telegram chat group for saying The Turks and various other Muslims aren’t that bad. This is clearly still a heated topic.
PPPS:
On a final edit the day after initially writing this, I removed significant chunks of racism and bigotry against gays. What you see remaining is the leftovers. Just so you know. I dunno, sometimes I do have a sensitive side. Maybe it was the deaht of Dolly Pardon that moved me. And the guy from Rocky Horror.