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It’s only when the political class embarrassingly trip up on the most basic of basics on Australian history, like the Deputy Leader of the National Party, Brigid McKenzie with her gob smacking, face-palm, clanger about Captain James Cook “stepping ashore in 1788” that it gives the game away. Are we really at a point where we need to sort this fourth grade general knowledge out at pre-selection like a 1964 Miss Showgirl contest?
“Never let a good crisis go to waste” they say or if you like “out of chaos comes opportunity” in which case the government should be leveraging this chaos at the ABC to create the opportunity to sack the entire board of the national broadcaster and start again.
I would like to imagine and would much prefer this to be a tin foil hat conspiracy but unfortunately it isn’t and apart from anything else this should be front and centre at the next election. “..Public awareness of the struggle is almost non-existent because, with very few exceptions, the free world’s mainstream media long ago aligned themselves with the globalists and have shamefully failed to report even the existence of this battle. But once you start to look at world events through this prism, it’s amazing how clear and easy to understand they become..”
Almost on cue and running parallel with the series of letters in The Australian on the ABC on Friday 21/9,the ABC’s very cosy and inclusive panel on The Drum on Thursday night, were discussing, of all things, in this age of post truth, the topic of trust in media.
There’s was Geraldine Doogue doubling down on RN’s breakfast program on Saturday Extra on Saturday morning beating up and attempting to breathe life into the corpse of the ABC’s still born, unsubstantiated, uncorroborated Frankenstein’s monster of fake news about the Murdoch/Stokes conspiracy over Malcolm Turnbull’s demise.
I cannot think of a time when more people have lost their minds — opponents and erstwhile allies alike. what changed in the Sixties was a newly emerged willingness of the many to accept whacko ideas (relativism) without comment and, sometimes, as gospel. From there it was a short step to institutionalising the absurd and the offensive, incorporating acceptance of the asinine as the acid of acceptable opinion. It was the seductive appeal of tolerance to those coming of age in the Sixties that was the ace up the sleeve of those who bent on changing the world.
Official video, marked (Confidential — internal use only) from inside a meeting at Google HQ and their wailing, weeping and gnashing of teeth over how their brainstorming and tinkering with their algorithms failed to prevent Trumps win in 2016. Check for yourself ...
The thing about these recently contrived and confected accusations of hate speech is that the term is ill defined, very slippery and mercurial and very much in the ear of the beholder. Often, as with shrieks and howls of racism, or in recent weeks in Canberra, bullying, with no specifics of who, what, where, when and how, hate speech is simply an all purpose, Swiss Army Knife, linguistic device deployed by those who disagree because of a paucity of skill in arguing their case and designed to close down debate and damage character and reputation.
The Orwellian boilerplate line about “Diversity is one of the ABC’s key strategic drivers” is up there with “war is peace.” Their pea and thimble trick of meaningless diversity of exotic gender, race, colour and culture is exemplified and experienced on The ABC’s panel program, The Drum, on any night of the week where the guest lineup, talking points and opinions tick the same old prescribed and predictable boxes.
Everywhere I looked, students were crying and consoling one another. The university had brought in therapy dogs, so that students could stroke them to alleviate their anxiety. At other campuses there were reports of colouring books and Play-Doh being provided to relieve stress. On Columbia’s Low Steps, a large safe space had been assembled, at the centre of which students took turns to express their terror and revulsion at the news of Trump’s victory. A student told me they had just written their will because they expected to “end up in a puddle of blood” soon. They were behaving like toddlers deprived of their latest episode of Peppa Pig. As though their civilisation had crumbled overnight and the barbarians were hammering at the gates of their campus.