Jasin wrote on May 27
th, 2026 at 7:37pm:
Be prepared.
The CRACK has happened.
You choose.
Stay true to the Politics, Military, Laws by our British sponsor of modern Westernism that has its origin in the Holy Lands.
Or support the Archaic (Media) Westernism (adopted by America from Rome/Athens) - that has taken control of Australia for the EU via the machinations of the Media here.
I've explained it a lot in the past and even the recent attacks against Robert-Smith and now Hastie are just a smidge of what is happening.
I can tell you. The Media doesn't know everything and even I have to watch where I tread, knowing what I know. But the effort to jilt Australia further from its British connection is on the agenda... just like it succeeded in America.
Very soon, the mass violence will begin here.
Australia will politically shatter like a Yugoslavia.
I can tell you. Altercations, pointed guns and sides have been taken in places and departments you wouldn't believe.
I'm sorry for the bad news.
All the best.
All Western countries are in for a shattering or a quite take-over.
Nowadays yiou can be a confident cannibal, a 'first nations' abuser, a palestinian freedom thingy.
You cannot be a confident, self-assured westerner siding with the Enlightenment and reason. That's
oppwessive, white and we can't have anything white European. White is blackned. Macbeth, Helen of Troy, Anne Boleyn - all Africans.
Race is everything nowadays and whites are the
undermensch.
No tinted culture, no matter how primitive, grusome and cruel it is would EVER be said to be inferior. Only white culture is inferior to all others. It is a ridiculous pantomime of Black Mischief.
We, Seth, Emperor of Amnia, Chief of the Chiefs of Sakuyu, Lord of Wanda and Tyrant of the Seas, Bachelor of the Arts of Oxford University, being in this the twenty fourth year of our life, summoned by the wisdom of Almighty God and the unanimous voice of our people to the throne of our ancestors, do hereby proclaim . .
Seth paused in his dictation and gazed out across the harbour where in the fresh breeze of early morning the last dhow was setting sail for the
open sea.
‘Rats/ he said; ‘stinking curs. They are all running away/
The Indian secretary sat attentive, his fountain pen poised over the pad of writing paper, his eyes blinking gravely behind rimless pince-nez.
‘Is there still no news from the hills?’
‘None of unquestionable veracity, your majesty/
‘I gave orders that the wireless was to be mended. Where is Marx? I told him to see to it/
‘He evacuated the town late yesterday evening/
‘He evacuated the town?’
‘In your majesty’s motor-boat. There was a large company of them -the stationmaster, the chief of police, the Armenian Archbishop, the Editor of the Arminian Courier, the American vice-consul. All the most distinguished gentlemen in Matodi/
‘I wonder you weren’t with them yourself, Ali.’
‘There was not room. I supposed that with so many distinguished gendemen there was danger of submersion/
‘Your loyalty shall be rewarded. Where had I got to?’
Etc