After Australia is a collection of taxpayer funded white replacement fantasy stories edited by the Cathedral anointed writer Michael Mohammed Ahmad, the sort of fellow who wins government good boy prizes with “Multicultural Literary” and “Best Young” in the titles.
It’s popular, as these things go, having been in Readings bookshop’s Top Ten Books for Shitlibs, Midwits, & Bugmen for some weeks, even before its publication.
The blurb tells us that this is a work of great drama and import:
Climate catastrophe, police brutality and white genocide against a backdrop of love, courage and hope.
The writers are important it seems, not because of what they have achieved, or because of their skill and talent -assuming they have any-, but because they’re chip-on-the-shoulders browns:
In Diversity Arts’ unflinching new anthology, twelve of Australia’s most daring Indigenous writers and writers of colour provide a glimpse of Australia as we head toward the year 2050.
One of the stories is entitled “White Flu”, by somebody called Omar Sakr -evidently a strong candidate for remigration-, which you can read the first page of by clicking the image right, and where you will find young Omar making valiant efforts to hide the fact of his small mind and lack of talent with edginess, leavened with some degeneracy and filth.
And for clarity’s sake let’s flip the book cover around:
In case it wasn’t obvious. These people, the writers, or their parents, were given the great privilege of being allowed to emigrate to Australia and enjoy the fruits of the blood and sweat of the pioneers and settlers, who built a civilization out of nothing, a country of order and law, where people didn’t bother locking their doors at night and let their children roam the neighbourhood all day without fear. And yet they seem happy to gloat over its destruction as it turns into a strictly transactional-relations-only low trust multicultural morass.
Bonus. The book is published by “Affirm Press” of South Melbourne, with a 100% non diverse staff, lorded over by two stale pale males with a little harem of middle class femoids who you can be sure all watch the same trash tv shows and have the same milquetoast opinions fed to them by the mass media, and each with their own quirky and unique traits like
Her entire body wags when she’s having fun
she refuses to be tamed – and will eat her muesli at her desk whenever she damn well wants
You almost feel embarrassed for them.