𝐙𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖗𝐖𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖓
Meanwhile in London…
When you import the Congo into civilisation, you don’t get civilisation or even a mix - you get an even more brutal and rabid version of the Congo.
↟ Modernists Go To Hell ↟
I honestly don’t believe white working-class British people will take this for much longer, especially when explicit anti-white attacks and violence start to ramp up. Now I could be wrong, but when it’s in the faces of Englishmen every day and they’re constantly…
Paris is just as bad, if not even worse.
Forwarded from Banned, Goto: @FaithAndFolk2
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It's not Australia if it's not White.
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Life in Australia: Wagga Wagga (1966)Forwarded from Australian Meditations 1788
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The Eternal Relevance of Kokoda
Forwarded from Australian Meditations 1788
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The Men of Kokoda saved a Nation
“For Australia, the great need is a public spirit which says: We are white. Without enmity to any we are white. Without enmity we will stay white. But if that is made impossible then we will take up arms in self-defence. No flag shall restrain us from being white, no crown destroy us, no over-lordship break us from our resolve. With those who believe in our destiny we are in accord; with them we will stand to maintain it for them and for ourselves with them, as they with us. With such a spirit Australia will live. Without it —— But let us not say even the word!”
- Mary Gilmore
- Mary Gilmore
Forwarded from Black Swan
“So we must fly a rebel flag,
As others did before us;
And we must sing a rebel song,
And join in rebel chorus.
We’ll make the tyrants feel the sting,
Of those that they would throttle.
They needn’t say the fault is ours,
If blood should stain the wattle!”- Henry Lawson “Freedom on the Wallaby”, 1891
As others did before us;
And we must sing a rebel song,
And join in rebel chorus.
We’ll make the tyrants feel the sting,
Of those that they would throttle.
They needn’t say the fault is ours,
If blood should stain the wattle!”- Henry Lawson “Freedom on the Wallaby”, 1891
Forwarded from Alítheia Xediplóthike
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"SCRUPLES"By a Redemptorist.
A short yet concise guide on how to bare with scruples, their cause, and their remedy.
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Welcome to Australia, where White Children are taught to hate themselves from as young as the age of 3
Forwarded from Australian Natives' Association
Articles, letters, and poems regarding Wattle Day, the Wattle Day League, and wattle trees:
https://www.australianculture.org/wattle-day/
https://www.australianculture.org/wattle-day/
Forwarded from Thomas Sewell (Censored)
https://www.news.com.au/national/victoria/crime/melbourne-extremist-neil-erikson-jailed-for-church-abuse/news-story/e557cc9c2a784343f704013dd881b2bc
Erikson got 40 days for calling faggots in a fake and gay church, faggots in a fake and gay church.
Erikson got 40 days for calling faggots in a fake and gay church, faggots in a fake and gay church.
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Man jailed for sick taunt inside church
<p>Far-right extremist Neil Erikson has been jailed after failing to overturn a conviction for abusing worshippers at a queer-friendly church in Melbourne.</p>
The Wattle
Shirley Jacobs
Shirley Jacob's performance of the above poem, from her 1972 album Voice From The City: A Tribute To Henry Lawson
—Austhetics
—Austhetics
Forwarded from Austhetics
Here I'll stay, 'till the Wattle will shade -
beneath its ferny leaves - my grave,
My soul awaits the coming Autumn,
to rise from a corpse gilded in pollen
—
beneath its ferny leaves - my grave,
My soul awaits the coming Autumn,
to rise from a corpse gilded in pollen
—
adminForwarded from Austhetics
The Girl.
Tripping down the Mountain Trail
With the breeze of Spring,
’Long the pad thro’ Wattle Vale,
Where the bell-birds sing.
Skipping on to catch the mail
With Love’s rememb’ring.
The Bloke.
Blowing up the Menin Road
With the winds of Aut’mn,
Towing donks with ammo load,
Dodging a post-mort’m,
Rhyming of a wattle’s ode
Wishing he could sport som’.
Tripping down the Mountain Trail
With the breeze of Spring,
’Long the pad thro’ Wattle Vale,
Where the bell-birds sing.
Skipping on to catch the mail
With Love’s rememb’ring.
The Bloke.
Blowing up the Menin Road
With the winds of Aut’mn,
Towing donks with ammo load,
Dodging a post-mort’m,
Rhyming of a wattle’s ode
Wishing he could sport som’.
A Whiff of Wattle
by JF Reid, 1918