G?day! I?m an Australian. I watch the news and read the papers. I know what?s going on over there and I can tell you I?ve never been so disgusted in my whole life.
Sure, we aren?t perfect. We have our scraps at the footy; it?s part of our tradition. We?ve been known to give our stupid politicians hell, too. And it never stops, this crap about how we treat our natives. Do you want to know what we tell the world here? We say, hey, how about you keep your nose out of our business, and clean up your own nest! That?s what. Because we know there isn?t a single place on earth that doesn?t have some kind of a problem with what they now call ?minorities?. And the folks who sling off the most seem to have the greatest problems of all. You know who I mean. The Yanks.
But what makes me really wild, furious, frustrated and angry is this talk about so called ?political? refugees, and how we treat them when they float up on our shores in leaky boats after they have been charged a fortune by people smugglers, who tell them they can live here without going to work because our welfare system will take care of them. We are rich, see. And what happens when they get here? They don?t have any papers. No identification. We haven?t a clue where they came from or who they are. Nice, isn?t it?
Aren?t we supposed to at least ask them to wait while we investigate? Would you believe we actually send folks all the way to some village in some forsaken desert to ask if anyone has ever heard of this or that Mohammed or Ali? Our tax money pays for that. And while we accommodate them in camps with good food, recreation and access to legal advice from droves of civil rights lawyers, they burn down the camps, cause millions of dollars worth of damage, sew their lips together, go on hunger strikes, and when the cameras are rolling, they jump into the razor-wire. Or threaten the staff with the knives from the dining room that they have sharpened. Plastic cutlery might be the way to go. I might write to the Minister of Immigration with that suggestion.
Australia hasn?t been the same since they got here. Our multiculturalism, which no one objected to while it celebrated our ?cultural diversity? with food-fairs, activities such as dancing, art exhibitions and so forth, has become a sick joke. We have an Islamic nest of hatred in nearly every major city now, and Sydney, well, you wouldn?t want to go to a certain suburb there, I can tell you. It looks like Mecca.
Do I sound like a bigot? You can bet on it. Ever since we found the training camps in the bush with bomb-making equipment and the Muslim Lebanese started to gang rape our girls, I started to feel very bigoted, I can tell you. The medical personnel at a large public hospital have been quoted as saying ?the incidence of pack rape has reached epidemic proportions? and, although the leader of the last gang who perpetrated this crime and his brother got more than life sentences and are rotting in jail, the rest of them - there were fourteen - are still living comfortable lives protected by their families. I bet they still go to the mosque on Friday, too.
So, why am I writing to you? You?ve got more troubles than we have, I know that. I read recently where you have volunteers who go around with plastic bags after a suicide bomber and pick up every little piece of flesh. That impressed me. But I started to wonder. Why, when you show the photographs of the burnt-out car, or bombed building or restaurant, don?t you show the real result of the filthy deed they have carried out? Don?t you think we should know?
I mean, we understand how it goes; they go to mosque on Friday and the fellow there says, ?go kill all the Jews and you?ll be rewarded in Paradise? and then they make a video of themselves to record their martyr-hood for posterity?and choose a place where there are lots of young people, or women and children or a school-bus and blow themselves and as many innocents as they can to bits? So, what are you saving us from? Why not show us the way it really is? Before it?s been sanitized. I reckon folks would be grateful. It might give them an idea of what they have to look forward to. It might get that stupid idea out of their heads, finally, that Islam is a religion, instead of the killer-cult it looks like to me. Australians are pretty much the same as everyone else, they like to hide their heads in the sand too, even the Bali bombing hasn?t convinced them yet that Islam would really rather have them all dead. Like you. If you let them.
Convert or die. Collecting blacks for slavery throughout the African continent was a time-honoured tradition for a parasitic scourge of Arab stock that went on for millennia. And still goes on today. I won?t bother to mention how many millions died in Africa thanks to Islam, or how many are still dying today, or how the women of Mohammed?s gang of murderers followed in their tracks and mutilated the bodies of the victims of their ?wars?. There was never a ?war? as such, was there? The arabs plundered and slaughtered their way through the Middle East and a large part of the African continent, took Europe hostage, never invented or created anything, sat back and stuffed themselves until satiated, took credit for the attributes of every society they stole from and finally ran away when confronted by courageous folk who had had enough.
Why am I telling this? You know it already. They are doing it to you, right now. Who does your PR? I would fire them if I were you. They can?t be doing their job. The sixteen-year-old daughter of a friend came back from a visit to your country and said ?Israel is nice, but I don?t like the way they treat the Arabs.? All I could think to say to her was, ?Perhaps you should do some research or ask yourself why?.? I guess, to a certain extent, it?s understandable. There?s always a faction or group of folk who believe if you bury the truth it will just sort itself out and maybe fade away; they will appreciate your help, your schools, your hospitals, your welfare, your civilized way of life, and want to be a part of it. But what those people don?t seem to understand is that it?s cultural.
Israel, what is happening to your nation breaks my heart. I am begging you. For the sake of the rest of us, who are all potential victims, please, please elect a leader who will tell us all the truth. Tell the world why you are building that fence. It can?t be high enough. That fence is nothing like what they built in Berlin, no matter how you are accused, I know why it?s there. The Communists needed a fence to keep the people in and you have no choice but to try and keep the suicide bombers out. It?s that simple.
And when the cowards who are running your government now have been defeated, I want to see, in graphic detail, just what those bastards are doing to you. All of it. Arms, legs, heads in the gutter. Little babies in their prams, dead. Wedding celebrations interrupted by slaughter, guests blown apart, blood all over their faces, bodies torn limb from limb. On the front page. On television. Just as the coroner sees it. And just how the volunteers with the plastic bags see it, too.
There you go. I?m just an Australian farmer. I?m not political, but I can read. The grass in my paddocks is green but I?m not. I get the feeling some folks think everything would be fine if Israel didn?t exist, as if it?s all your fault, as if you are asking for it. Talk about blaming the victim! Sure, our girls in the cities would be safe too, if they stayed home or wore a bag over their heads, but that?s no way to live, is it?
Sure, we aren?t perfect. We have our scraps at the footy; it?s part of our tradition. We?ve been known to give our stupid politicians hell, too. And it never stops, this crap about how we treat our natives. Do you want to know what we tell the world here? We say, hey, how about you keep your nose out of our business, and clean up your own nest! That?s what. Because we know there isn?t a single place on earth that doesn?t have some kind of a problem with what they now call ?minorities?. And the folks who sling off the most seem to have the greatest problems of all. You know who I mean. The Yanks.
But what makes me really wild, furious, frustrated and angry is this talk about so called ?political? refugees, and how we treat them when they float up on our shores in leaky boats after they have been charged a fortune by people smugglers, who tell them they can live here without going to work because our welfare system will take care of them. We are rich, see. And what happens when they get here? They don?t have any papers. No identification. We haven?t a clue where they came from or who they are. Nice, isn?t it?
Aren?t we supposed to at least ask them to wait while we investigate? Would you believe we actually send folks all the way to some village in some forsaken desert to ask if anyone has ever heard of this or that Mohammed or Ali? Our tax money pays for that. And while we accommodate them in camps with good food, recreation and access to legal advice from droves of civil rights lawyers, they burn down the camps, cause millions of dollars worth of damage, sew their lips together, go on hunger strikes, and when the cameras are rolling, they jump into the razor-wire. Or threaten the staff with the knives from the dining room that they have sharpened. Plastic cutlery might be the way to go. I might write to the Minister of Immigration with that suggestion.
Australia hasn?t been the same since they got here. Our multiculturalism, which no one objected to while it celebrated our ?cultural diversity? with food-fairs, activities such as dancing, art exhibitions and so forth, has become a sick joke. We have an Islamic nest of hatred in nearly every major city now, and Sydney, well, you wouldn?t want to go to a certain suburb there, I can tell you. It looks like Mecca.
Do I sound like a bigot? You can bet on it. Ever since we found the training camps in the bush with bomb-making equipment and the Muslim Lebanese started to gang rape our girls, I started to feel very bigoted, I can tell you. The medical personnel at a large public hospital have been quoted as saying ?the incidence of pack rape has reached epidemic proportions? and, although the leader of the last gang who perpetrated this crime and his brother got more than life sentences and are rotting in jail, the rest of them - there were fourteen - are still living comfortable lives protected by their families. I bet they still go to the mosque on Friday, too.
So, why am I writing to you? You?ve got more troubles than we have, I know that. I read recently where you have volunteers who go around with plastic bags after a suicide bomber and pick up every little piece of flesh. That impressed me. But I started to wonder. Why, when you show the photographs of the burnt-out car, or bombed building or restaurant, don?t you show the real result of the filthy deed they have carried out? Don?t you think we should know?
I mean, we understand how it goes; they go to mosque on Friday and the fellow there says, ?go kill all the Jews and you?ll be rewarded in Paradise? and then they make a video of themselves to record their martyr-hood for posterity?and choose a place where there are lots of young people, or women and children or a school-bus and blow themselves and as many innocents as they can to bits? So, what are you saving us from? Why not show us the way it really is? Before it?s been sanitized. I reckon folks would be grateful. It might give them an idea of what they have to look forward to. It might get that stupid idea out of their heads, finally, that Islam is a religion, instead of the killer-cult it looks like to me. Australians are pretty much the same as everyone else, they like to hide their heads in the sand too, even the Bali bombing hasn?t convinced them yet that Islam would really rather have them all dead. Like you. If you let them.
Convert or die. Collecting blacks for slavery throughout the African continent was a time-honoured tradition for a parasitic scourge of Arab stock that went on for millennia. And still goes on today. I won?t bother to mention how many millions died in Africa thanks to Islam, or how many are still dying today, or how the women of Mohammed?s gang of murderers followed in their tracks and mutilated the bodies of the victims of their ?wars?. There was never a ?war? as such, was there? The arabs plundered and slaughtered their way through the Middle East and a large part of the African continent, took Europe hostage, never invented or created anything, sat back and stuffed themselves until satiated, took credit for the attributes of every society they stole from and finally ran away when confronted by courageous folk who had had enough.
Why am I telling this? You know it already. They are doing it to you, right now. Who does your PR? I would fire them if I were you. They can?t be doing their job. The sixteen-year-old daughter of a friend came back from a visit to your country and said ?Israel is nice, but I don?t like the way they treat the Arabs.? All I could think to say to her was, ?Perhaps you should do some research or ask yourself why?.? I guess, to a certain extent, it?s understandable. There?s always a faction or group of folk who believe if you bury the truth it will just sort itself out and maybe fade away; they will appreciate your help, your schools, your hospitals, your welfare, your civilized way of life, and want to be a part of it. But what those people don?t seem to understand is that it?s cultural.
Israel, what is happening to your nation breaks my heart. I am begging you. For the sake of the rest of us, who are all potential victims, please, please elect a leader who will tell us all the truth. Tell the world why you are building that fence. It can?t be high enough. That fence is nothing like what they built in Berlin, no matter how you are accused, I know why it?s there. The Communists needed a fence to keep the people in and you have no choice but to try and keep the suicide bombers out. It?s that simple.
And when the cowards who are running your government now have been defeated, I want to see, in graphic detail, just what those bastards are doing to you. All of it. Arms, legs, heads in the gutter. Little babies in their prams, dead. Wedding celebrations interrupted by slaughter, guests blown apart, blood all over their faces, bodies torn limb from limb. On the front page. On television. Just as the coroner sees it. And just how the volunteers with the plastic bags see it, too.
There you go. I?m just an Australian farmer. I?m not political, but I can read. The grass in my paddocks is green but I?m not. I get the feeling some folks think everything would be fine if Israel didn?t exist, as if it?s all your fault, as if you are asking for it. Talk about blaming the victim! Sure, our girls in the cities would be safe too, if they stayed home or wore a bag over their heads, but that?s no way to live, is it?