SOMETHING IS HAPPENING in the “far right” when a character like Fred Pawle strays from the conservative pitch and his ‘work’ suddenly appears on XYZ’s sister site alongside pieces defending the National Socialist Network (NSN). It doesn’t add up. But neither does Fred.
Does his contribution indicate a libertarian shift, or is the ‘right’—which he seems to represent—again playing footsies with far-right satellites before a major election? We will explore. Maybe Fred feels strongly drawn to Hitler, and he’s inching closer to his true reveal. This seems far-fetched given the expressly Zionist sentiments of the organisations that loom largest in his background.
We’re not suggesting Freddy has written in support of Thomas Sewell or NSN originator Jacob Hersant, but the site displaying his latest writing does. The domain in question is called ‘The Noticer.’ It conspicuously features former NSN chorus boy David Hiscox, whose ‘journey’ through the epic stratum of the far-right took him from a milquetoast conservative to supporting Tom Sewell at some of his innumerable court dates. Nationalists have long highlighted the ideological incongruities of XYZ. Now we have The Noticer, which continues in that outdated 2015 Daily Stormer format.
Hiscox founded the former, but we’re not sure who inaugurated the latter. However, it seems like a more professional update of XYZ’s ultimately directionless grabbag of right-wing talking points. Always notice when encountering such a propagandistic iceberg since it is everything without being anything, which is the hallmark of the para-right.
Fred Pawle is a perennial freelancer who nails a full-time gig for a year or two before breezing onto something else. In 2001, the publisher of Australian Consolidated Press’s (ACP) Men’s Extra division hired his friend Derek Reilley to turn around the sliding fortunes of its weekly flagship, The Picture. Reilley is a keen surf nut with extensive experience in surfing magazines and is the “best-selling author” of Wednesdays with Bob, his account of spending one day a week for a year with former American spy and Australian Prime Minister, Robert Hawke—before the incestuous old Fabian hacked his last sordid breath.
Added to his uber-liberal credentials is his follow-up book, Gulpilil, a biography of Abo actor and violent alkie David Gulpilil, another feather in his liberal cap.
Reilley hired Pawle as The Picture’s sub-editor. Aside from its usual garbage, Pawle used the magazine to express his libertarian leanings. He asked Derek’s permission to pen an out-of-place editorial titled The Fun Police. In it, he excoriated random searches and general patrols by the police through Kings Cross’s notorious vice-laden Golden Mile. Given the historic corruption of that strip, it’s a wonder he wasn’t pleased the cops were confiscating rather than selling drugs, but then, Fred was no right-winger. Not back then.
Reilley quit within a year or so and Pawle buggered off to The Financial Review.
At some stage, party-loving Fred allegedly enjoyed a dalliance with the ex-wife of Peter Holder, the human shaving kit who four years later took over as the publisher of ACP’s men’s division. Freddy has contributed stories to The Daily Mail Australia for the last few years. He joined the team in the 2020s. That is when the charisma-depleted Holder was still the DM’s acting general manager. Holder is the man who bragged about upbraiding Australian nationalist author Nathan Sykes (me) over a stunt where he planned to give away a detailed Adolf Hitler action figure in his magazine while at ACP.
The joke is, after summoning him to his office and lamely twattling like a public servant about his Jewish wife’s family’s gassing or whatever by the Einsatzgruppen during WW2, Holder insisted on taking possession of the figure. Later, Sykes’s green-haired editorial coordinator told him that Holder took it back to his palatial home—to torment his wife (presumably). Sykes solely intended to run the top strap, “Win a war criminal,” as a jape. Given the magazine’s crass reputation and the importance of memorable cover lines, it could hardly have hurt. But then colourless weasels like Holder exist to kill talent and squeeze profits to save on salaries. But we digress.
What is a woke DM writer doing spreading his seed throughout the far-right milieu? Oh, wait. Hold on a moment—we haven’t finished Fred’s bio yet. We wanted to get the DM stuff up front while gratuitously ragging on Petey Pie.
Fred worked for The Australian from 2009 to 2017, chiefly as its surfing writer, but his LinkedIn waffles about his time in the ‘digital section’ and how he revolutionised the subs’ bench’s understanding of SEO. For those who don’t know, that’s the tedious process of whoring your content to Google’s algorithms using succinct phrasing, word counts, and search words. You could train a pigeon to do it, but let’s not trash Fred. Surfing rings the bell on Freddy’s cat collar, not techie talk. Wave riding is his grand passion, even if it means writing about poofs. And profile a fruit he did. But this twinkle toes cuts waves so it’s OK. Freddy won a meaningless Walkley Award (aka Wankley) for a piece he penned about Matt Branson, a toey wax head that left the closet.
Hitherto, bashing commode cruisers provided much-needed extra-curricula sport for surfing youth, but thanks to Fred, they learned tolerance instead.
Now, this is where the rabbit hole deepens. After parting ways with the neoconservative Australian, Freddy joined the Menzies Research Centre. The MRC converted Freddy from a grinning Surfie idiot into a Tory. While there, Fred found time between doing nothing to write Die Laughing, a biography of Bill Leak, the late great cartoonist for The Australian.
From 2020 to 2022, Fred pulled a pay cheque from the Institute of Public Affairs, the neoconservative ‘think tank’ that receives generous patronage from Gina Rineheart and other gruesome oligarchs. According to his bio, he also used his time at the IPA to write his biography, which he began at the MRC. That makes two nebulous conservative organisations where he sat on staff pursuing a private project, but the IPA eventually published his book. Although this makes him sound like George Costanza.
Fred spent a year as a producer and “journalist” for Sky News, for which he should be pilloried hourly. A year later we noticed his head popping up in poorly viewed YouTube videos on Australian Digital Holdings (ADH), the pro-free market channel Alan Jones signed with after getting booted from wherever. His byline still features irregularly in the Daily Mail, but he’s writing for The Noticer, which couldn’t possibly pay its ‘staff.’
If Fred Pawle exists anywhere on the spectrum of far-right typology, it is in another column altogether, the one labelled ‘Libertarian,’ which the two-circle Venn diagram shows overlapping with the words “pay cheque” accentuated by a question mark in between. But the conservative stuff cannot be ignored. The question is, what’s it doing in a ‘far-right’ blender like The Noticer?
Fred has published five articles in The Noticer that suspiciously resemble kosher patriotism. While this is at odds with Hiscox’s shrivelled offerings, it makes sense since he spent the best part of the last two decades working for Zionists. Conservatism is a code word for Zionism; only Fred either doesn’t know that or The Noticer doesn’t care. This raises questions. He also appears alongside Tim Matheson, a Seppo from Maryland who once contributed to Breitbart and Alex Jones but who discovered Nick Fuentes along the way. This makes the content either schizophrenic or worse, libertarian freeze peach gibberish, only minor bounds from the sovereign citizenry.
The $14.88 question concerns who is behind this libertarian-flavoured alternative news site. Is it Fred? Is it the IPA? TISM? One thing is for sure—this conservative cabal has yet again omitted the Nationalist perspective while describing Jacob “muh Fuhrer” Hersant as a “nationalist.” Amusingly, they nail it by calling the NSN “far-right activists,” but only where the far-right is concerned. They are a cult, not a political vehicle.
The other thing we NOTICE about The Noticer is the unmistakable influence of Frank “the Duntroon poofter” Salter and his Pommy-loving pro-monarchist (probably) British Australian Community. To be fair, Frank has a lot to say that is worthwhile, but his head wobbled spastically in the early eighties after his time with the National Alliance. He went full-on reactionary, possibly to please his father, turning against the nativist revival. Salter’s book is advertised prominently on The Noticer. Anglo Phobia, The Unrecognised Hatred.
Dear God, Frank, how long must we have this dialogue? Australians are not exclusively Anglo, but Anglo-Celtic-European. By insisting on this line of argument you are denying the real Australians our identity. You’re just a fanboy for the rotten Empire that screwed us out of our national destiny. You can gaggle with your Occidental Observer mates all you like but that pack of crusty windbags will never understand the Australian identity. And neither do you.
Moreover, why would you consent to be spoken of in the same breath as Tom Sewell, Jacob Hersant and the NSN? It all makes for very strange bedfellows. However, as we keep saying, we’ve seen it all before.
Sure, we believe jailing anyone for a salute is beyond the pale but so is making the stupid gesture. It has nothing to do with Australia whatsoever. All the rhetorical gymnastics in the world cannot make it so. Oscar Wilde said, “Every man kills the thing he loves.” In their case, it’s that idiotic “Roman.” Their overuse of Nazi expression came back and bit them. They can’t do it anymore except behind closed doors without one of Nick McKenzie’s spies watching. Outside of libertarian sympathies on that score, not even their exhibition outside the Chinese consulate in Melbourne is excusable.
We all know Tom Sewell has a soft spot for the Chinese. In his case, it’s between the legs of their chow women. But here’s the bozo who started a company with two sneaky celestials while preaching ‘racism.’ When will anyone ever call him for the grifter he is? And while dressed in those TISM outfits. Worse yet, he charges his members to buy those clown getups, making a nice profit on obviously Chinese-made trash wear.
Infuriatingly, Noticer News describes Joel Davis as a “prominent nationalist.” God damn, this will get bloody one day. This is a provocation. Davis is a long-haired galoot from nowhere who was suddenly everywhere without any legitimate nationalist knowing where he came from. About all we have is a Facebook account from years ago when he hovered on the fringes of the patriot scene and then a few lines in a book by Imperium Press, the deceptively named conservative booksellers. With the tuning of a Twitter account, this shabbily dressed nobody is suddenly flying around the world meeting with “far-right” groups, particularly Mark Collett, who trained National Action (UK) in fighting arts; even though when it comes to fight or flight, he chooses flight every time.
When that happens—and we’ve historically dealt with his type—they’re invariably hiding something significant about their true identity. In the case of this unshaven, unkempt Baphomet-tattooed hippie reject, it’s probably his IPA payslip. Who knows? That’s how it always goes. Then we have to ask, how is it that those like him never face prosecution or get doxed by the system’s media? We’ve known a host of characters like that. We said they were wrong, and after everyone howled us down, we were proven right.
This is why we ask how this network of unlikely organisations and influencers has come together. It reeks of the mid-noughteens. It was a Zionist scam back then and it screams Zio con now. ■
Nathan Sykes is the author of The Australian Nationalist White Book; I Snorticus; and the forthcoming magnum opus on the battle for Australian identity in the 1980s-90s, Shots Fired: National Action’s Propaganda War on Multiculturalism.
So, watch out – because sticks and stones may break your bones, but words cause permanent damage.