Joanna tells us what she really thinks of The Voice. By Joanna Hackett.
As we move closer to the referendum vote, the ugly words and intimidation by the Yes luvvies is increasing. No reasoned debate here, just aggressive threats accompanied by the usual poor-me and you-nasty-white-racist-colonials nonsense.
Where would the left be without deniable intimidation?
Noel Pearson has lost the plot and Stan Grant is deservedly in the brown stuff for his inappropriate comments during the coronation. He’s been around the sheltered wokeshop of the ABC for so long he’s forgotten that he who casts more than his fair share of stones ends up getting mud on his face.
We are seeing pressure being put on big business and big names to publicly support the Yes vote. Woe betides any that come out for the No side, for boycotts are a reality. People whose jobs have nothing whatsoever to do with Aboriginal matters jostle to be the first in line to have their Aboriginal credentials made public. ‘Look at me! Look at me!’ they squawk, like flocks of demented seagulls on a feeding frenzy. Sporting teams of all persuasions, our trade unions and universities are joining the rush to be the most craven in this unseemly grovelling to win the award for loving Aboriginals the most. …
The Australian Olympic Committee is a relatively recent addition to the squawkers. This, despite the fact that in 2020 the AOC put in place new guidelines which stated that
sport is neutral and must be separate from political, religious or any other type of interference.
The policy added precision to a long standing rule in the Olympic Charter that states,
No kind of demonstration or political, religious or racial propaganda is permitted in any Olympic sites, venues or other areas.
The words couldn’t be clearer. There is no wriggle room here to justify their disgraceful, duplicitous behaviour. …
But they can’t stop you from privately dissenting:
Nobody dares to question why Aboriginals need special treatment in the workplace (that would be racist), or why Indian or Chinese workers, for example, are not equally deserving of special consideration. And it would be a brave employee who dared suggest that traditional Aboriginal culture offers very little of relevance to today’s workplace, or indeed that most of it is best consigned to the history books.
We are warned there may be rioting in the streets, and that other countries will think oh-so-poorly of us if the No voters succeed. All the usual scaremongering tactics of those who don’t have a logical argument are being dragged out. Those Goody Two-Shoes Yes voters, on the other hand, will be supporting social and emotional wellbeing, closing that nasty gap, reducing the horrors of colonisation, and intergenerational trauma and a myriad of other nebulous fluffy issues.
In this country, nobody has the right to pressure others to vote in a particular way. This must surely be the most un-Australian form of coercion, and one likely to result in a backlash. We are not some tin-pot African country where votes are bought and sold, and citizens are bribed to vote this way or that. …
I believe that if you are working for a company, a business, no matter how small or large, and your employer publicly announces that his business-your work place-supports the Voice, then you have a right to be offended, particularly if you wish to vote No.
Who you vote for is nobody’s business but your own, and your boss is usurping his authority when he arrogantly assumes he speaks for all his employees. He needs to butt out of what is a private and personal decision. This applies whether you work for giants like Qantas, Rio Tinto and Wesfarmers, or the little coffee shop on the corner.
In this great democracy we are lucky to still have one card up our sleeves to beat these virtue-signaling grovellers. We have a secret ballot, and three hearty British cheers for that! If your boss is publicly seeking brownie points for voting Yes, you know you can ignore him with a mental two-finger salute as you pop your No vote into the box on referendum day. …
Welcome to whose country?
My most popular sticker remains “Don’t Welcome me to my own Country” and I distributed even more than usual after that State of Origin match in Adelaide.
The long-suffering public has had enough of this stomping about in nappies puffing smoke and blowing didgeridoos. The latter costs extra, by the way. Didge blowers don’t come cheap. Don’t think for a minute that the performers are donning those dress-ups and stomping about out of the goodness of their hearts. Oh no! WTC is big business. The Broken Hill Council has given up on WTC as they can’t afford it. The Gold Coast Council has also stopped WTC because it’s a waste of councillors’ time, and all praise to them. …
Another worrying figure is this: only 24.2% of Australia remains untouched by Aboriginal rights, claims or agreements. Non-Aboriginal people are now prevented from visiting many parts of their own country, or must pay fees to do so and employ an approved guide. Be afraid, for sacred sites are magically springing up all over the place and even more lock-outs are lurking at National Parks and beaches near you. Perfectly fine place names are being changed to Aboriginal names at not insignificant expense.
The irritating use of Aboriginal country names is now ubiquitous and we slide seamlessly from one special Aboriginal event to another. I think we’re up to Reconciliation Week or maybe it’s the Anniversary of the National Apology Day (not to be confused with Sorry Day) or Close the Gap Day or maybe the Garma Festival or the Barunga Festival, or NAIDOC Week. Whatever. Any excuse to put on the nappies and stomp about. And during these special events our defenceless suburban school children are dressed up in costumes and indoctrinated in the wonders of Aboriginal culture and the evils of the white man. …
Aboriginals only — no racial discrimination here!
Certain items in museums and libraries are now not easily accessible to non-Aboriginal Australians. Certain books are being permanently removed from school library shelves and replaced with those that tell the approved First Nations (sic) story. What comes next? Burning books? Some of us are old enough to remember where that leads.
Our art galleries and theatres are now taken over with Aboriginal-centric subjects, and if you tick the right box, you’re likely to do really well in competitions. Quality is less important than the colour of the creator. You can apply for jobs, housing and scholarships available only to your race, and some of you won’t even have to pay back your HECS debt. No wonder the number of Australians choosing to be Aboriginal is rapidly increasing.
The money goes to a gravy train of non-aboriginal helpers, duh!
And now, dear readers, prepare for a nasty shock. According to Advance Australia, Australian taxpayers spend $100 million every single day on direct government support for Indigenous communities. That’s $39.5 billion a year in 2023. That’s more than we spend on the NDIS ($35.5 billion), Medicare ($31.3 billion) or Defence ($38 billion). It’s about the same as the federal Government’s entire spend on schools and universities ($39.7 billion). When considering these eye-watering figures, remember that Aboriginal people number just over 3% of the population. Where is the money going? Nobody seems to know.
And surely welfare should be needs based, not racially based?
Orwellian lies:
We live in a dangerous age, because every time a book disappears or a statue is pulled down or a lie goes unchecked, we edge closer to Orwell’s 1984.
Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped.
If this is not what you want for your country, stand up and be counted. Call out the liars, the grovellers and the self-servers.
Turn your back or walk out at WTC. Support those fighting against the Voice, financially if you can, for big corporate money is going to the Yes side to add extra value to the squawkers’ credentials. By big money, I mean $5m from the Paul Ramsay Foundation and of course $350m from our very own Labour Government. At the very least, discuss the subject with family and friends and display a sticker for the No side. …
Don’t be fooled into thinking that this black sludge oozing into every corner of our lives is happenstance. This is part of a carefully thought-out plan long in the making. We are being reeled in, gulled and gutted as our place in this wonderful country and our contribution to it are questioned at every turn. …
Equality, not racial privileges:
As for recognition, well, we are all recognised already. We are all Australians. No one race should ever get a special mention in our Constitution. If Aboriginals feel they deserve an extra voice, consider this. Australia has more Aboriginal politicians percentage-wise, than we have Aboriginals in the population and they also have their very own Minister for Aboriginal Affairs to look after their interests.
Are you cranky? Are you mad? Are you absolutely fed up with all the BS being thrown at us? At Albo supporting one side and not the other in a referendum that affects all Australians? Then buy a bumper sticker and don’t be afraid to display it. Stand up for what you believe in, in your heart. Give this dodgy Voice the short shrift and don’t ever vote to become a despised group in your own country. I used to think it was melodramatic to suggest that we’re facing the destruction of Australian democracy. Not anymore.
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