A nation in crisis – Our Island Nation Takeover Target – Part 1

Dancing in the Streets.

There are many comforts and securities that we as Australians have come to rely on as we go about our daily lives contributing to what we have been taught to believe, is the lucky country. Except for a brief period in February 1942 when our most northerly city Darwin was bombed, we as Australians have been sheltered from attack and prospect of invasion on home soil however now we have a takeover target.

Photo: The end of World War II, Newcastle New South Wales, ‘Dancing in the streets’

A lot has changed (WW2) since 1942, some changes for the better, but also many for the worse, and some changes to the detriment of our island nation. So, over the following chapters let’s take a brief look at what has happened to date, and then what may unfold in the future.

The last seven decades has seen a period of enormous multiculturalism. Our country has become a melting pot of nationalities and so called religious beliefs. Many of these beliefs are alien to the Anglo-Saxon DNA that has been responsible for the development of this, which was once a sparsely inhabited dry and unproductive island, into modern day Australia.

Australians have partaken in two world wars, in both we suffered heavy casualties, but over the time of those wars the Australian military forged a name for brilliance, loyalty and endurance. Our men and woman returned to our shores in late 1945 as heroes. There was dancing in the streets, our hearts swelled with pride, everyone wanted to be part of the celebration. Our heroes were home, with heavy hearts we remembered those you had made the supreme sacrifice, but there was also reason to be positive. Our nation was young, our people were enthusiastic an innovative, Australians joined hand in hand, there was a job to do, there was a country to build, and build they did.

Over the next few decades our island nation became very Americanised, or perhaps I should use the word modernised, apartments and high-rise sprang from the ground, our cities grew like mushrooms, the bush flourished as agricultural land developed at a pace never seen before. Our children attended schools where the three R’s and discipline reigned supreme. We had school cadets, boy scouts, girl guides and chores for Mum and Dad in our spare time, we even read books instead of texting people from daylight till dark. Without us knowing it, we were learning discipline, respect, love of family, friend and country.

Photo: An Australian RAAF C17 Globemaster on final into Richmond RAAF Base with 22 of our finest fallen heroes in coffins on board

As at the blink of an eye the 60’s arrived, and in the July and August of 1962 Australia’s involvement in the Vietnam War began. Almost 60,000 Australians, including ground troops and air force and navy personnel served in Vietnam; 521 Australians died and over 3,000 were wounded.
The war was the cause of the greatest social and political dissent in Australia since the conscription referendums of the First World War. Many draft resisters, conscientious objectors, and protesters were fined or jailed, while soldiers met a hostile reception on their return home.
The war ended in April 1975, but this time there was no dancing in the streets, our Braveheart’s returned and were scorned upon by many, what a disgraceful way to treat our heroes.
Many of our returned vets still bear the scars of the scorn today, their government had sent them to fight against communism in a foreign land. They fought the brave fight, but then returned home to begin a new and more debilitating fight, the fight against mental anguish.

At this point I would ask you to pause for a minute or two, take the time to mentally feel how our Vietnam Vets must feel today, when they now see our governments sell off our island nation to the Chinese communist government, or indeed how they must have felt in June 2016 when Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull and opposition leader Bill Shorten didn’t have the decency to welcome home 22 of our finest. They left as young proud men, they returned home in coffins some 50 years later. It was on that day that I vowed never to support the Liberal Party again while Malcolm Turnbull had anything to do with the once proud movement.

To be continued: Next time we look at 1970 and 1980, the era that I believe was the beginning of the breakdown of Australian society, respect and an attitude that will eventually lead our Island Nation to become a Takeover Target.

Make sure to keep an eye out for Part 2 of this series to lean more about the Australian Takeover Target issue.

By Chris Ford: CBSF NEWS AND VIEWS a Facebook site for Conservatives.