Probable Cause

Angela Merkel
“… so let ’em in, liebchen!”

Matteo Salvini’s declaration during an interview on an Italian TV channel that the EU should “go f*ck themselves” was fully-justified and speaks to the hearts of millions. Not that there’s anything new in the idea (i.e., that they should go f*ck themselves), or that the permission for Donald Tusk, Jean-Paul Junker etc. to do so had somehow been previously withheld and they were just waiting for the go-ahead. And not that millions of thoughtful Europeans don’t regularly take time out from their daily lives to ring up or email their local MEP to pointedly say the very same thing.

What’s different is that Salvini may well be Italy’s next leader after the March elections. Naturally, a telling remark like this couldn’t be completely ignored as usual by the mainstream media (who are of course in cahoots with the EU dictatorshp), no matter how toxic it might be.

Coming after Trump’s comments about shithole countries, Salvini’s recommendation to the EU follows in a similar vein the candour of that other great Italian, Silvio Berlusconi. It was Berlusconi, elder statesman, intellectual, bon-vivant and bunga-bunga sex party devotee who, in an incisive interview with Jeremy Paxton in 2014, declared Merkel to be an “un-f**kable lard-arse,” something which CNN and the rest of the lying MSM had managed to play-down and camouflage with their weasily camera angles for years.

This was of course before the very same un-f**kable (and entirely useless, I might add) lard-arse went on to make the decision to out-Hitler Hitler by f**king up Europe forever. What, with her open-borders policy which encouraged all kinds of shit from all kinds of  shithole countries to come over, dump their shit anywhere here “and make yourself at home.” Maybe it was Merkel’s realisation that the burqa had another merit to it – other, that is, than as a handy place to quickly hide your bombs, Kalashnikovs, rocket-launchers and private cocaine cache etc. when the cops come-a-knocking – which changed her mind.

Perhaps Mutti realised that the burqa could also be used to disguise her ugly fat arse; something which (probably) one of her Muslim Brotherhood advisors politely and tactfully pointed out to her when she was giving him the eye during one of her own infamously-raunchy private Reichstag bunga-bunga parties we all read about. Maybe that led her – in a supreme act of stupidity – to believe what her MB mates advised her: that the burqa for the lard-arses of this world was positively brill, and all this multiculturalism/Muzzie scheisse wasn’t so scheisse after all – “so let ’em all in, liebchen!”

Whether or not the burqa had any bearing on her sudden decision to torpedo Europe completely, or whether it was simply because she’s was just completely deranged, chronically afflicted by ‘mad old cow disease’ at the time, we might never know. Perhaps, someday, it’ll come out in her biography.

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Australia Day: January 26

Jacinta Price
Sensible and a patriot? (Yes)

Most of us have long been in two minds about Australia Day.  That is, not about the date, but about how to best to celebrate it. In traditional ways, such as at a backyard BBQ with family and friends, at the beach, or to stay at home and be entertained by the Internet?

More recently for many, the popular trend has been, at some point in the day, to head for the living room couch with a group of mates and get pissed while watching screamingly-funny YouTube clips. Not of cats, but of complete imbeciles, for example, such as of Yassmin Abdel Maglied demonstrating that she is just that (a complete imbecile) every time she moves her lips; Bill Shorten (on a secret undercover Four Corners doco) being stripped half-naked and repeatedly bitch-slapped by a group of his CFMEU-mafia bosses; or of Sarah Hanson Young crying crocodile tears over the 1200-odd refugees she helped drown.
That sort of thing.

By way of a change, last year my idea of nation-wide pub contests to find the most entertaining way of mispronouncing Race Commissioner Tim Soutphommasane’s stupid name was enthusiastically taken up. But, no matter how inspired it seemed at the time, few contestants – even when they were sober – could get passed ‘c**t’, or ‘f**king little c**t,’ so the idea fizzled out pretty quickly.

This year, in response to the latest attempts by the usual kill-joys to spoil our fun, I’m proposing the start of an exciting new Aussie tradition. What could be more patriotic for January 26 than to erect life-sized images of vermin like Dr Death Di Natale, Lidia Thorpe, Nick McKim – PLUS that dickhead Pat Cash – around our barbies so that we can (at our leisure) alternatively spit or throw beer cans at them throughout the course of this great day?

And how about – even more exciting – erecting around the foreshores of this great country of ours giant-sized Photo-shopped effigies of these same f***ers together with their families standing before a firing squad (or, optionally, with their heads in a noose) to remind us of just how traitors and very stupid people like Cash would have been dealt with had the Russians or the French in 1770 gotten here ahead of Cook? Then at midnight, to complement the fireworks, and to the strains of that immortal old Bing Crosby hit, ‘Burn, Yah F***ing Bastards, Burn,’ giant bonfires could be lit under the billboards, engulfing the effigies in flames, making for a truly spectacular and unforgettable end to the day.

Here is a heaven-sent, golden opportunity to showcase an emotional outpouring of Aussie national pride: a magnificent sight for the entire world to see, wouldn’t you think?

Of course the Russians, who have always shown themselves to be far more enlightened than Anglo-Saxons when it comes to defending their culture, would have mounted a show-trial before the executions, possibly with a de-testiculation of some sort thrown in somewhere along the line. (In reality, however, The Greens being a virtual testosterone-free zone would have made the latter highly improbable.)

In such a case, watching Pat Cash (ideally) having his face smashed in by the KGB/FSB instead – or by anybody else, for that matter – would have been just as entertaining, and  would have gone a long way towards compensation for having being forced to drink vodka and eat borscht all Australia Day instead of beer and prawns. Though (having eaten borscht myself) probably not compensation enough.

Fortunately, Australia wasn’t settled by the Russians, or the French. Equally fortuitous, we have sensible indigenous patriots such as Jacinta Price who recognise that things could have been infinitely worse if some other country had beaten the British to it, and so backs moving on and keeping Australia Day as it is, instead of caving into the filthy Leftist nation-state wrecking-ball.

Unfortunately, though, Jacinta diplomatically dismisses Cash’s vapid virtual-signalling as ‘ill-informed’, failing to dismiss him as the ridiculous pea-brain that he is. But in the spirit of her ‘Save Australia Day’ crusade, I’m happy to forgive Jacinta and do the job for her (see previous sentence), even if she doesn’t completely share my entirely laudable Russophile sensibilities.

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Ravishing-Red – Not Burqa-Black

Blanca Blanco

The smartest and the most sensibly dressed at The Golden Globes award of course was Blanca Blanco (above). Virtually the only woman to defy the hypocritical Left’s latest wave of hysteria by breaking their Taliban-inspired dress code of burqa-black, she boldly fronted the stage in gorgeous red, showing herself to be not just the hottest one in the room, but also the smartest.

My guess is that most of the remainder choosing to go along with this idiotic charade, as demanded by the feminazis pushing their post-Weinstein witch-hunt, did so out of the usual ditsiness common among Western liberals That is, the ditsy, group-think mush that compels the vacuous to virtue-signal their support for every Leftist cause going because having an alternative point of view is too much of a challenge for them. The suggestion that demanding the wearing of black to help thwart male sex assaults may not be too far removed from Islamist doctrine is beyond their comprehension. Particularly as an understanding of it would first require of them to learn how to read.

To be fair, some of the smarter ones at the Golden Globes were just quietly humouring the likes of the smug, self-important Meryl Streep et al (who continue to pretend they didn’t know about Weinstein). They went along with this dress-code absurdity, signalling their solidarity with the hypocrisy of this half-baked Liberal cause for one night only, so long as it was just burqa-black and not the burqa itself (the feminazis’ secret future ideal, I suspect), just to keep their careers on track. Caving into Leftist political pressure is now run of the mill in America, particularly in California. Biting your tongue, towing the liberal’s latest line of lunacy, for many, is the difference between having, or not having a job.

Blanca Blanco was one of the very few a the Global Globes Awards night who had the courage to make a public stand. Refusing to follow the rest of the sheep, instead dressing in ravishing red, maintaining the dignity of her independence, defiantly proud to be a woman, she showed the leftist elites up for what they are: sanctimonious, self-righteous hypocrites.

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Multicultural Criminal

Daniel Andrews
Wait to November to boot him out, or string him up now?

Plan A: Try dumping a whole shit-load of garbage from some distant third-world hell-hole on suburban Melbourne and hope no-one would notice. The usual group-hugging and singing Kumbaya all the while is likely to help.

Next, try Plan B:
If the said garbage resort to their natural jungle instincts of rioting and trashing the place when they can’t get enough free white-mans’ stuff, inspire them to become instantaneously civilised in other ways. That is, make a few token arrests, and rely on the leftist-dominated judiciary to hand out minimum sentences, thereby signalling to black-Africans that they are more valuable contributors to society than the rich white racist bastards whose neighbourhoods they are trashing. Bolster this with government flunkies citing bare-faced lies (leftist statistics) denying third-world migrant crime spikes. Broadcast a fawning SBS TV apologia for Sudanese criminals implying that white vigilantes are the ones to blame.

And that should about do it.
And, what, with Tim Il Sung – a.k.a Tim Such-a-stupid-name – ever watchful that no-one (looking at his newly trashed neighbourhood) dared to suggest that the term ‘fucking black savages’ epithet would be entirely appropriate under the circumstances, everything should be just hunky-dory.

Now try Plan C.
Unfortunately for civilised Australians, Plan C, is not to take inspiration from the Chinese (à la Tiananmen) and just shoot the bastards on the streets. Nor is it to immediately deport the gangs along with their families back to the South-Sudanese shit-hole where they came from (à la my mother). Nor, unfortunately, does Plan C include – either in the shooting or in the deporting – that other Sudanese barbarian, Yassmin Barking-Mad Muzzie Maglied, should she ever dare to set foot on our golden shores again. Which I think anyone with an ounce of decency would agree is a crying shame.

No, for the multicultural criminal Daniel Andrews and his sicko, cultural Marxist side-kicks (a.k.a., the Victorian Government) their Plan C offers no such satisfaction. Instead, it involves spending great wads of tax-payers’ money deploying more riot police on Melbourne’s one time (pre-Andrews) relatively peaceful (i.e., relatively-white) streets. That is, squandering millions in a desperate attempt to cover up the immediate consequences of their criminal multicultural enterprise which, we all should know by now, is to unwhiten Australia.

But you can be assured that, whatever plan Andrews reverts to next, continuing with the pretence that he in any way gives a flying fuck about anyone who is neither black, a Muslim or a sexual pervert of some kind (much less about any of their property that’s being trashed) will be part of it.

If there ever was a convincing case for political asylum, Victorians now have it.

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Beijing Bob

Bob Carr
‘Sino-suckhole?’ (Yes.)

Bob Carr’s pathetic efforts to deny that he is a Beijing political glove-puppet continued in The Australian yesterday with his article ‘Seven Steps to Tame Fears Over China.’  I say ‘article’, more like ‘vaudeville’ because anyone with the slightest knowledge about WWII would have found themselves falling about laughing at Step 1, with Carr’s ludicrous assertion about China’s role in WWII.

In this, his latest piece of fake news (for that is what it is), Beijing Bob (aspiring comedian) wants to have us believe the absurdity that the scale of China’s war effort against the Japanese was on par with that of the Soviet Union’s against the Nazis. That was the first obscene joke. The second obscenity, that Australians should be somehow grateful to China’s present-day commie government for helping to save us from the Japanese, was also an insult to the intelligence, and illustrated just how far stuck up Beijing’s arse Bob Carr has thus far managed to get.

After that one, anything written or spoken by Carr can never be taken seriously. Unless you happen to be a potential donor recipient type; that is a Dastyari, a Robb or a Rudd, to name but a few similar Sino-suckholes. In such a case, justification for publicly parroting the Beijing party line in return for having your pockets lined with great wads of Chinese dough is always going to be difficult to come by. For that reason, Bob Carr’s warped history lesson might just prove to be useful. (Just as, say, murdering your mother, might prove useful.)

If you swallowed the first bulls**t for what it is (complete bulls**t), it would be a simple matter  to go along with Carr’s remaining six steps to help ‘stop fearing and to start lovin’ communist China.’ These include over-looking their blatant political interference and infiltration of our education institutions, ignoring their coercion of democratic Chinese students on our campuses, accepting their military expansion in the South China Sea, and dumping our support for Taiwan.

Another imperative, unstated by Carr, but written between the lines, entails going along with all of this in your happy way without stopping once to notice what a despicably rotten little traitor you’ve become.

But, to quote Daffy Duck: “Consequences, schmonsequences – so long as I’m rich.”


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Legislative Loophole For Fruitloops


Anne Aly
Counter Terrorist Expert

The story so far …

As the giant blood-sucking tentacles of the evil Chinese Emperor Xi Jinping reach out to encircle and tighten their strangle-hold on the much-coveted prize of Terra Australis, the search for more dirty-rotten collaborators within continues apace. The wretched spy Dastyari has been caught red-handed lining his filthy pockets while subverting the State, and will soon face the people’s wrath for his treachery. Humiliated, the smug snotty smile finally wiped from his face, Bob Carr breaks down in tears after confessing to be nothing more than Beijing’s favourite political glove-puppet. But that miserable LNP cockroach, Andrew Robb, remains unrepentant. Denying any wrong doing, he refuses to admit personally handing the Port of Darwin over to the ‘Great Chink’ on a plate while those dickheads in Canberra were fast asleep.
Now read on …


For the first time since 911, Turnbull’s new Foreign Interference legislation (FIL) has the finger of suspicion pointing away from them to another fifth-column: the Empire’s commie-luvvin’ local cheer-squad. The heat has now been taken off Aussie’s caliphate-craving Muslims. Temporarily at least. And their sense of relief these past few days is palpable.

In a long overdue initiative to protect us from foreign  interference and subversion though agents, front-groups and local collaborators the legislation will (among other things) target commie lick-spittles like the traitor Sam Dastyari, who, according to the polls, is the people’s favourite candidate to be first taken out the back somewhere and executed with a bullet in the back of the neck. Because the price was always right, we now know that Dastyari has long been an enthusiastic suck-hole and apologist for China in its evil quest to turn Australia into one of its vassal states.

But, getting back to Islam again, what of the caliphate loyalists and their ‘conniving but still denying’ crypto-Islamist supporters? Shouldn’t the legislation ensure that these crazed fruit-loops – skulking about and bashing their heads on the floor five times a day as they do – shouldn’t they be forced to face the firing squad for subverting the state as well?

My sources tell me they don’t even rate a mention in the proposed FIL (a search on ‘unhinged, sicko supporters of one unhinged, sicko ideology’ turns up empty). And of course nothing about arresting them, rightfully denying them a trial and then (ideally) subjecting them to a range of cruel and unusual tortures before their swift execution. (Let’s face it, most sensible people would agree this to be perfectly reasonable under the circumstances.)

Keen for an expert’s opinion on getting round this legal loophole, I give the famous Australian Counter Terrorism expert, Anne Aly, a call. How would Anne recommend the FIl be amended to deal with that other filth resident among us, whose definition falls outside the FIL’s terms of reference?

As an example, I tell her, there’s this particularly weasely Muzzie in WA who, while pretending to represent the interests of the good people of Cowan, openly pushed for the expansion of Section 18C to include Islam’s blasphemy laws. Not only that, she brazenly cheats, lies and dissembles about her Egyptian citizenship so that she won’t be thrown out of Parliament on her surprisingly pretty little arse. Doesn’t she, like Dastyari, equally deserve to be arrested, tortured then summarily shot for treachery as well?

Next episode:
Bob Carr effectively argues his case: “Would you rather have a mosque or a Chinese take-away on every corner? The choice is yours.”

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Go Israel!


Trump’s excellent and timely decision to move the US embassy to Jerusalem is to be truly welcomed. For anyone with a backbone, it has always made complete sense to locate all foreign embassies in Israel’s rightful capital, rather than somewhere else as demanded by a bunch of murderous Palestinian terrorists.

Anyone with half a brain will know that archaeological evidence proves the Jews have been connected to Jerusalem for over 3,000 years. Muslims, on the other hand, fabricated their sacred claim to the city (and only relatively recently) based on the fanciful, clearly deranged story in The Koran of Mohammad jumping on a winged horse and flying off into the night to some city somewhere. A place some idiot subsequently decided must have been Jerusalem. That Jerusalem is not once mentioned in The Koran, whereas The Torah and The Bible are full of references, also speaks volumes. The Muslim whole sacred claim to it, then, is a complete crock.

But the reason Trump’s excellent decision can’t have come at a better time has to be for its promised entertainment value.  The sight of thousands of Muslim nut-jobs frothing at the mouth and going completely mental in the streets has been missing from our TV screens for far too long, and the PLA’s declaration of 3 days of rage promises to right that wrong.

After interminable, mind-numbing same-sex marriage and citizenship idiocies have been clogging up our thought processes for seemingly years, images of Muzzies going bezerk on the streets again are just what is needed: a good detox, in fact. Unfortunately, footage of cops cracking heads and beating the s**t out of anti-Milo protesters in Melbourne and elsewhere, while admittedly amusing, have been just all too brief. For the discerning and sometimes demanding viewer at least (that is, for me), lengthy scenes of Palestinians self-destructing on our screens again will be a much needed breath of fresh air.

Indeed, the promised three days (hopefully more) of Palestinians rioting, destroying their own property, being shot and generally going nuts on TV again is not just to be welcomed for its entertainment value alone. It will also present another opportunity, as if it was ever needed, to stand up and loudly applaud Israel once more. And another opportunity, for the Israelis to show us all how to face-down the demands of murderous Muslim thugs again.

And watching Muslims go crazy again (possibly world-wide) will also be an opportunity to be reminded once more that the 70 year-old problems and so-called plight of the Palestinians have all been self-inflicted. And that they only have themselves (and The Koran) to blame.

More importantly, three days of rioting, followed by another possible intifada will also remind rational people that, just like the idiotic winged-horse fable, the idea that Israel would be safe to entrust its security to these psychopaths in a future two-state solution is a total joke.

Go Israel! Go Trump!
And, where’s the popcorn?

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Praljak vs Dastyari

Dastardly Sam Bastardyari
“String him up, I say.” (Anon.)

If there was anything lacking in the former Croatian General Slobodan Praljak it certainly wasn’t the courage of his convictions. Despite a bunch of jumped up Human Rights fairies at The Hague this week declaring him a war criminal, Praljak disagreed, and demonstrated his disagreement in spectacular fashion. After proclaiming himself innocent of blowing up the Mostar Bridge during the 1990’s Bosnian war (and, apparently, of killing not a few Muslims – which those Hague idiots for their own private reasons didn’t take too kindly to either), Praljak killed himself in front of the cameras, swallowing a vial of poison.

The question arises: why doesn’t a certain despicable little Australian politician (who shall remain nameless until the next sentence) take a leaf out of the courageous general’s book and spectacularly kill himself in Parliament? Is it too much to ask then, that that dirty rotten traitor and turd extraordinaire, a.k.a. Sam Dastyari – also claiming to be innocent – just follow the general’s example?
Answer: No it isn’t.

In other words, after being rumbled for tipping off one of China’s spies that ASIO was on to him, why doesn’t the gutless Dastyari draw inspiration from the General Praljak’s singular act of defiance and publicly top himself too? After all (his Chinese puppet masters aside) he’d be doing us all a great favour.

If pressed however, Dastyari (being the vile, commie-lovin’ weasel that he is) most likely would argue that somehow his latest act of treachery was comparatively minor. Wriggling and squirming his way out of it again, the slimy-ball would try to have us believe Praljak’s understandable enthusiasm for a Muslim-free Croatian state was somehow a lot worse. Which is of course ridiculous.

Sadly, that’s the other thing (come to think of it) missing from Parliament these days: good, old fashioned, family entertainment.  With this in mind – and the undoubted support of tens of millions of right-thinking people across this great land of ours – I rang Dastyari’s office yesterday to ask why he doesn’t follow Praljak’s example by doing the decent thing too? That is, standing up in Parliament in front of the cameras and swallowing the entire botttle of a slow-acting poison causing him to die a long, slow, horrible, agonising death, convulsing, screaming and puking up his guts all over the place, including all over that really nice parquetry etc, while we all sat back and laughed uproariously. As was to be expected, an automated voicemail recording was as far as I got. Someone with a Chinese accent saying: “Sam not here, now. Please fl**k off.”

A return to the good old days, when a mob could just rush in and lynch excrements like Dastyari where they stood, is now a matter of extreme urgency.

Meantime, a pox on his and all his Chinese mates’ houses.




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Senator Mad Nick McKim

Nick McKimm

Another bleeding heart from Tasmania.
On Friday, using the old Manus Island Refugees defence pretext,  Richard Flanagan elegantly argued his case in The Australian (see my last post) for being immediately committed to an institution of some kind. A place where he can be quietly locked away somewhere with his bleeding-heart writing materials and his buckets full of bleeding-heart tears.

Yesterday it was that idiot, Nick McKim’s turn to apply to be certified. Putting up his hand for similar treatment (the signs of a lunatic were all there) the apparently also thick-as-a-brick Senator from Tassie let loose an hysterical tirade against the government, accusing it of torturing, starving and ‘dehydrating’  the Manus Island illegals.

Of course this was a complete and utterly ridiculous distortion of reality, but fully in line with the typical deranged rantings of everyday mad people. The PNG ordered the facility to be closed – you IDIOT McKim – which meant (logic dictates) that services would be cut off at some point, and only an idiot making the case for his own incarceration in a mental institution would say otherwise. But that’s lefty ideology for you ….

Incidentally, the fact that the refugees refused to leave the facility after it closed underscores their criminal nature, of course. But it would be just too insensitive of me to call these illegals criminals, even though perfectly rational people have always thought of these criminals as precisely that (criminals) just as soon as they (these criminals) tried to take us for a ride by criminally sneaking in the back way like criminals.
So I won’t.

But I digress.
Yesterday McKim felt obliged to demonstrate to all who cared to listen to his blatherings that reality didn’t match his sense of it in any shape or form, that he was obviously of an unsound mind and that he needed to be committed to join his soul mate, Flanagan in an institution of some kind, post-haste. A possible lobotomy sometime down the line would be in order and, let’s face it, a nice finishing touch. And, judging by McKim’s hissy-fit in the Senate yesterday, colouring crayons and an unlimited supply of nappies – unlike Flanagan – would be more than enough to keep him happy in the meantime.

One thing that really caught my attention, however, was McKim’s other allegation: that the Turnbull government secretly trained the PNG police’s goons how to beat up the refugees and their Green advocates. If this turns out to be just another one of McKim’s inventions, the Turnbull government’s inability to go that extra mile for its base will become blindingly obvious once again.

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Paranoia, Histrionics, Fiction.


Richard Flanagan

Apart from The Greens, as we well know, the most vocal of the illegal refugees’ champions and cheerleaders are to be found in the halls of the ABC and SBS Australia-hating cultural Marxists. But a less vocal, just as toxic group of permanently-outraged, bleeding-heart leftist zombies also regularly pollutes Australia’s literary circles and probably the most famous luminary of this very same lefty literati is the famous author, Richard Flanagan.

Unlike many of his peers, however, the ultra-sensitive and highly-intelligent Flanagan (I’ve read and enjoyed a few of his books) seems not to be just another leftist zombie. Far from it. Flanagan, in fact, seems to be deeply and perpetually disturbed.

So totally consumed, is Flanagan, so emotionally involved with the sufferings of humanity and with the plight of his fellow third-world (but not first-world) humans and with the planet as a whole, and so consumed by an obsessive-compulsive fascism disorder (Flanagan sees Nazis everywhere, including in his soup), one can’t help but think that he is just one step away from a psychological break-down. Whereas most of the other refugee advocates seem to be emotionally-disturbed (but are in fact really just utter morons), Flanagan appears to be genuinely emotionally-disturbed. And genuinely emotionally-disturbed about everything. (Excellent writer that he is.)

A case in point.
Writing – or should I say emoting – for The Australian on Friday, Flanagan really fell out of his trolley, unleashing a swingeing, hysterical, conspiracy-theory-ridden, paranoidal attack on the entire Manus thing: on the gulag, on the PNG police, on Australia (‘inventor of a vile form of repression’), on Australia’s IMA deterrence policy and on Peter Dutton.

It was all fantasy of course, but highly-entertaining fantasy. And I couldn’t help but laugh. (All the way through.)

Flanagan’s entertained us with his paranoia before, of course, famously on climate change. However there is also that other equally-stupid, figment of his great imagination: Australian fascism. ‘Fascism’, that is, as in the fascism of preventing hordes of unvetted migrants reaching Australia’s shores. Stopping the boats, in other words, is fascism. (And it’s vile.)

But unlike most of the other typical dick-warts on the Left I think the often hysterical, always highly-strung Flanagan, intensely, to the core of his very being, actually believes all this.

In the documentary about his book The Long Road To The Deep North, Flanagan demonstrated how emotionally-fragile he is, breaking down and weeping on TV, having to be comforted, like a little school-boy, by the interviewer. In Melbourne in 2015 he  went completely bonkers, practically frothing at the mouth, screeching ridiculous accusations of a fascist take-over in Australia by the newly formed Australian Border Police. Totally groundless, of course: the type of hysteria which can only come from someone truly paranoid and overwrought. (Like Flanagan, for instance.)

But I have to say, besides having a gift for paranoia and histrionics, Richard Flanagan also has a truly great gift for fiction. Combined together, however, the result is what rational people would quickly dismiss as the insane ravings of a lunatic (as they do my blog, come to think of it), and Flanagan’s article in The Australian on Friday was a brilliant example of this.
I can wait to read more.

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