‘Tis the Season.
We extend Merry Christmas and Seasons Greetings to our members, friends and readers.
It is generally said that Christmas is a time for families. It is also a time for misplaced admonishments from church leaders, politicians and others to put a bizarre globalism ahead of genuine Faith and Identity.
In that vein, we are minded of the immortal lines of Mary Gilmore, an Australian nationalist poetess and writer. Gilmore was one of the school of radical-nationalists whose work spanned the late nineteenth century until her death in 1962. She still graces our ten dollar note (but perhaps not for long).
She told us in 1942:
Nationality
I have grown past hate and bitterness,
I see the world as one;
But though I can no longer hate,
My son is still my son.
All men at God’s round table sit,
and all men must be fed;
But this loaf in my hand,
This loaf is my son’s bread.
And so we will come refreshed for a New Year of political struggle in the service of the Australian People and Nation.
