Our side is too quick to celebrate the odd battle won. The enemy is infinitely resilient; unflaggingly indefatigable; obsessively single-minded; never asleep forever awake. The referendum victory against the mass of federal and state governments, giant corporates, sporting codes, churches, celebrities and assorted elites, was indeed singular. To borrow from Paul Keating it might be called, “the sweetest victory of all.” Nonetheless, the Aboriginal Industry goes on unrelentingly.
As the shrill opposition to Australia Day showed. Nothing much has changed. More land and divisive sovereignty claims, more so-called treaties, more indigenous parliamentary-style assemblies, more pathetic whining (please make it stop), more fanciful rewriting of history (e.g. the mythical Stolen Generations), more discordant flag flying, more renaming nonsenses – all lie depressingly ahead. And now, apparently, we have to put up with some kind of grotesque and misbegotten alliance between Palestinian and Aboriginal activists – on Australian streets. Let me repeat, on Australian streets!
Can the war be won rather than just the odd skirmish and battle? Or have events gone much too far to be ever turned back? I can’t see past the latter. Jacinta Price is the last best hope. All on the shoulders of one woman, hmm?
Turning over the climate cult offers better prospects but only on the back of utter economic misery. And even then, there are powerful vested interests in maintaining the phony narrative, however often the lights go out and the heaters and air conditioners are remotely turned off (via smart meters) by the energy commissars in charge.
Justice Natalie Charlesworth of the federal court struck a blow for common sense when she gave the green light to Santos to construct its Barossa-project pipeline. A skirmish won. But don’t think for a moment that the Environmental Defenders Office (astoundingly, the beneficiary of federal government funds), which acted on behalf of some pliable Tiwi islanders, will be daunted by this defeat or will take stock of her honour’s withering remarks. Nor will any other team of green-activist lawyers; nor the Greens; nor the Teals; nor climate cultists generally; nor, obviously, the renewable-energy grifters intent on looting taxpayers.
And all the while the great replacement of Aussies continues unabated. I made the point in conversation the other day that having been brought up in a very different England than one which has an imam calling people to prayer on London Bridge, I notice the difference. Not quite so bad in Australia – yet. Still I am old enough (unfortunately) to notice the stark difference between the Australia I first met and what it has become and is becoming.
Hold on! Is it me? As we reach our declining years we tend to reminisce about the non-existent golden past. Maybe I just need a cup of tea, a Bex and a good lie down. Maybe things aren’t really falling apart. Is it only in my aging mind? Have a look at the old chap in the cap in this movie clip from Cabaret; that’s me, out of step. Is it you? We have to get with the program. Think like Albo, Chalmers Bowen, Bandt, Tink and Thunberg, and their ilk. Tomorrow probably belongs to them.