Welcome to the Christian Identity Australia blog, or CIA for short. Unfortunate abbreviation, that. I prefer CIOz myself, but if CIA floats your conspiratorial boat, then anchors aweigh.
I was born to an Irish father and English mother in Melbourne during the summer of 1960. Coming into the world where and when I did allowed me to experience the joys of racial homogeneity under the late, great White Australia Policy for the first ten and a bit years of my life.
Those were the days when a white Aussie could saunter down a city or suburban street and see nary a nigger, slope head, Bhindu, or Filthy Pino. It wasn’t 100 percent white. A septic sprinkling of Jews, the umpteen issue of sex-starved white men and perpetually available abo women, and ship loads of racially soiled Italians and Greeks brought here in the early post-war years saw to that. But it was white enough for us fair-skinned folk of European extraction to take it for granted. Until it was gone. Then we pined and longed for it as if it were a beloved soulmate who’d been snatched away from us forever.
When Gough Whitlam and his merry band of Marxists swept into power in 1972, they did so to the tune of an oft-sung campaign song, one of the lines of which was It’s time for freedom. Fast forward to the present and that line has proved most prophetic, for we now have all the freedom we can stand. We are free to dress like Cimmerian go-go dancers and whirl our baby-oiled groins in sodomite parades. We are free to impose upon kindly doctors to vacuum up our unborn in handy, bite-sized chunks. We are free to sic the cops on any luckless soul who in a momentary lapse of state-dictated thought dares to call a nog a nog, a kike a kike, or a poof a poof. We are free watch the last of our country’s assets being placed in foreign hands. But most of all we are free to sacrifice our virgin daughters and virile sons to the false god of multiracialism, which won’t be sated until it has purged the land of our pristine DNA through mixed couplings and unsustainably low birth rates.
Yes, we are free. We are free. We are free. We are free. And those of us who would balk at decrying these freedoms publicly are free to keep our mouths shut and hope in defiance of logic and common sense that what they have wrought for us will just go away and, by some miracle, leave behind a country that in a trice will be white and prosperous again.
No such luck.
This blog is about what happened to white Australia and why, and what we must do to get it back. In relation to that last matter, here are some helpful hints:
Fools because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities, are afflicted.
Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.
2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.