The true history of Australia told from the very first day when Captain Cook arrived up to modern times. Unlike America were the cowboys and Indians roamed the prairies, in Australia, aborigines and white men roamed the never never. Unlike the Indians, the Aborigines have inherited Australia and taken all the benefits. This book is a thrilling and penetrating narrative of Australian life from deep within the suburban wilderness where ethnic minorities rule the roost, crow the loudest and luxuriate in self righteous ethnic hubris and fiscal extravagance. The novel is a fast moving gallop of terror and destruction as the hero slashes his way through the soft underbelly of modern white urban gullibility.
Jeff Kennett has always appeared to me as a bit of a loony and in recent times I have wondered whether he had caught the Malcolm Fraser bug of ratting on the old alma mater and his current looks remind me of the escaped convict, Abel Magwitch from Great Expectations. However, he is dead right about the ABC Four Corners program on abuse in youth detention in Darwin, that it was a set up, a beat up, biased and a misuse of public funds. Turnbull still hasn’t woken to the fact that the ABC is going to do him down come hell or high water.
This kid Voller has an appalling criminal history. The mother says he suffered a serious trauma in childhood but does not identify it. She says the social workers let her down (code for the government). We are not given the precise incident or a description of the incident. There is no mention of the father or what role he had in the child’s upbringing. The story is the classic single mother catastrophe brought on by a Labor government by encouraging women to have children out of wedlock on the understanding the government or in reality the taxpayer will assume a parental role and foot the cost of bringing up the child. The mother accepts no responsibility other than to say my child has an affliction, which is not my fault but the governments because it has failed to treat and cure the child’s affliction.
By the way, the true and tried solution to these ferals is not, of course, the treatment they recently received but the methods of old; the judicious application of corporal punishment in the best interest of the child. Instead of spending millions of dollars on a lawyers’ talk-fest, Mr Turnbull should hire the Master of Discipline of Changi Prison and have him come down here and administer ten stokes of the rattan cane to the backsides of these brats with a further understanding that if they re-offend they can look forward to further canings until they become law abiding citizens. The fathers of these ferals should also be caned for dereliction of parental duty.