More From the Protectionist Pathetics

Peter Hinds describes Australia’s skills shortage as a myth, while Darrin Hodges explains that any migration to Australia should be for non-blacks only, based on… um…

Jack Stone tries to comment on a specific event by intimating that Aboriginals in general are over-compensated, criminal scum, while Nicholas Folkes talks about his poo stains while simultaneously eluding to the fact that white people are the ‘normal’ people.

Nicholas Folkes focuses on a singular ethnic group while talking about over-population in a country that ‘struggles’ with 2.66 people per every square kilometre. Krystal Lee throws in an irrelevant comment about another country’s immigration needs while Paul Hayman strokes her ego.

No wonder this ‘political party’ can’t find a foothold in parliament. Their smartest are thicker than our society’s thickest.

The Bogot History of Straya

Once upon a time there was a mythical wide brown land called Straya. It suddenly appeared in 1788 even though according to scientists it was probably the world’s oldest continent and one of the first to be continuously inhabited by modern humans (feral unwashed leftie propaganda) and was then sprinkled with white people, something like a giant flat Pacific lamington.

There were people already living in Straya even though the English said that no one lived here so they didn’t really live here. So the English called the land “Terror Nullius” or something.  Probably because these people ran away in terror and hid from the strange white ghosts. A wise move.

In many ways they probably wish they were still hiding.


Life for the people who were here in the first place changed just like this.

Aboriginal rights

We can see the Aborigines got better toilets from it. That’s what true Strayans would say anyhow.

The white people liked to think they had a unique kinship with the often challenging and cruel bush, the ancient mountains, the eerie silences and the baking hot deserts. Not to mention the flies, the mozzies and the cow and sheep dung. That is why they moved as quickly as possible to the coast where most of them live now. But they still had the bush poets like Banjo Paterson, who spent most of his adult life in the harsh wilderness of Gladesville, to tell them about their bush heritage.

Life was tough in the Paterson bush hovel

All true Strayans embraced Ned Kelly and Eureka  woops …

(Warning for true Strayans – feral unwashed leftie multicultural propaganda)

Straya’s best time was in the war (any war) especially the Great War where they won at Gallipoli. This was followed by WWII which they also won.  Strayans don’t like to talk much about the Depression because no one won anything then and there were no Diggers.

Then there was the 1950s when absolutely everyone was white (except for the Indigenous people, the Chinese, the Afghan descendants, the Kanak descendants, the Pacific Islanders, the Cocos Malays etc etc) and had white fences around their houses. Women were called ladies and stayed home. They weren’t allowed in pubs much anyway.

A cup of tea, a Bex and a good lie down while waiting for the man of the house to come home

Strayan men on the other hand worked very hard

This was the time everyone at school saluted the British flag at morning Assembly and sang to the British Queen. And did lots of marching. That gave them lots of skills and knowledge about things.

Marching was good for the brain

And  people who were not even born then remember that time, know exactly what it was like and are always talking about it and wanting to return there.

Straya rode on the sheep’s back. It must have been uncomfortable.

Sheep's back

Straya only had two Prime Ministers.

Bogots have an innate understanding of Australian political history

They are both here. Strayans loved them

Both PMs

Bogots like watching telly so here’s an educational video.

Another educational video here

Ching Chong Dong Song!

Melissa has no problems with anybody at all. But then she goes on to tell us how she’s got problems with some people. Irony? Mel, you’re getting your nails done. You’re paying for the nail attendance. You aren’t paying for conversation. Some nail salons might offer conversation as an extra charge, some give it to you for free. But I personally find it boring when a hairdresser tries to small talk me about my day and what I do for a living etc. It’s just shallow time-passing. So I have no problem if the person attending to my appearance is happily chatting to somebody they work with – a happy nail therapist is a good nail therapist, right?

Luke then takes out his frustration at being a check out chick by paying out the accents of the very people he is serving. I wonder if Coles head office is aware that Luke doesn’t like serving Asians. Would they be interested in knowing?


Finally Michael appears and expresses the frustration that comes from having to ride public transport and line up in dole queues by outlining his anger at people who aren’t speaking to him speaking another language. His inadequacy obviously extends to the idea that anybody talking near him is obviously talking about him.

What these three dead shits need to realise is that while there are a handful of our population who can’t speak English well, these people are generally new arrivals/1st generation migrants. All second generation migrants can speak English, as they’ve gone through our school system which installs ESL (English as a Second Language) programs as compulsory for NESB (Non English Speaking Background) students.