australia, morality, satanism


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This post follows on from yesterday’s post titled:


This post dwelt on the ABC news report that several adults had been charged with Ritual Child Abuse in New South Wales. The latest report from the ABC today gives further details………….

Child abuse linked to arts school included raping 4yo boy, police allege


Court documents have revealed further details of the alleged sexual and physical abuse of three young boys by people linked to a performing arts school in regional New South Wales, including on Anzac Day in 2016.

In charge sheets obtained from the court, police allege the boys were repeatedly abused between 2014 and 2016.

Police will allege that on April 25, 2016, two women aged 58 and 29 raped two of the boys, who were aged four and seven at the time.

Police also accuse the 29-year-old woman of making the two boys have sex with each other that same day.

Full Report here…….


In the previous post, I used this incident [which is ‘sub judice’, by the way], to enlarge on Satanic connections to gender fluidity proponents and the Rainbow Agenda in a general sense, such affiliation being both overt [as in the case before the courts], and implicit whereby Evil subconsciously motivates grave disordered activities and ideologies. I used the imagery of Baphomet, which is hermaphroditic and androgynous. A man who has obviously done a lot of research into the Dark World and the Left Hand Path is the author Stephen King [whose books are a favorite for Satanists, Goths and the like]. Refer this Vanity Fair article ………. .

Let me quote King from Aleteia, 5.8.17 ………

“He’s sort of the way that I sum up all the things that I think about evil: somebody who’s very charismatic, laughs a lot, tremendously attractive to men and women both, and somebody who just appeals to the worst in all of us,” King said in an interview by Trudy Wyss. “His face changes, of course. He may look like Tony Curtis to me and he might look like Justin Timberlake to some little teeny-bopper and he might look like somebody else to you, but whatever it is, he’s saying the same thing: ‘I know all the things that you want and I can give them to you and all you have to do is give me your soul, which really isn’t worth that much anyway.’”


And allow me a personal aside, keeping in mind that I have witnessed demonic possession. Not long ago a 27 year old person and I were becoming friendly and my hope for maintaining sustained contact was to have some influence on this person as I saw they were heading into a dark area of the Goth sub-culture. I happen to be one of those who believes that each person one meets is for a purpose. Unfortunately the person left town and I found out surreptitiously the environment into which they were setting up tent. Here are some of their motifs ………..

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Image result for pic of inverted cross These are file facsimile pics of some on their Instagram page so that a search does not reveal their identity.


These “artists” who are now charged with ritual child abuse were in a company called ARCADE CIRCUS in Katoomba, NSW. their facebook page has been cancelled for obvious reasons, but a search shows a site: The Arcade Circus Blue Mountains | Weirder The Better . I have to be careful here because “Weirder the Better” is a nearby store which sells circus equipment and may have no connection. “Weirder the Better” site is operative but has no recent postings [for about 3 years, and its Facebook page claims to have been hacked 3 years ago]. Still, the store could be part of the Arcade Circus. In any case, it has a YouTube channel and here is a sample, inside a circus tent, of a hoopster looking rather effeminate imo, and I point out that this person or others shown are not necessarily involved in the criminal case ………..

Their web site is:


Many will claim that this case is rare and isolated. Others may put it in the category of the ‘cockroach’: For every one you see, there are a dozen that you don’t see. That said, I mentioned several incidents in the previous post relating to Australia, viz., the accusations made about a pedophile cabal at the highest levels of society as stated by Hon. Bill Heffernan and Hon. Franca Arena; the case of Fiona Barnett [who currently has been unheard from for 5 months, but a search will reveal that story]; and I add to those, the Wood Royal Commission which some claim was pedos investigating pedos; then there is the Royal Commission just completed after 4 long years into Institutional Child Abuse. BUT, that is not all, for there are many anecdotal cases and some infamous investigated cases. Here are some on record ………..

Perth, Western Australia

In 1991, police in Perth linked Scott Gozenton, a self-professed Satanist, with organised child sexual abuse. His lawyer claimed 13 Satanic covens existed in the area, holding bizarre orgies involving children, and that Gozenton had been followed and threatened by “coven” members throughout the court proceedings.[2]

Melbourne, Victoria

In 2001, the Melbourne diocese of the Catholic Church acknowledged as “substantially true” allegations that a Melbourne priest took part in Satanic ritual abuse in which a number of deaths occurred in the 1960s, and paid compensation to a surviving victim.[3]

Central Coast, New South Wales

In 1999, two journalists from the Sun-Herald claimed to have seen evidence of the ritual abuse of children. They interviewed six mothers whose children had disclosed experiences of SRA and organised abuse in New South Wales. The children’s disclosures were corroborating, although they had never met one another, and they had been able to draw representations of “Satanic” ritual sites which were similar to ritual sites uncovered by police on the central coast of New South Wales. One mother stated that her sons remembered being drugged and hypnotised. “He said they dressed in black robes and had eye and mouth pieces cut out,” she said. “I know they’re dangerous people. I have had warnings outside the house telling me to stop investigations. We’re fearful for our lives. The boys never want me out of their sight.”[4]

Above are from this Wikipedia link which lists other RSE and RCA and SRA cases worldwide ..

Additional to these is a recent case in the U.S. [there are many which I can’t cover here], but which I include, for it concerns another circus employee, even though overt Satanism does not appear to be involved:

Finally, the first to put this event on YouTube is, not unexpectedly, ‘A Call For An Uprising’ which seems to specialize in this area. There is nothing new here, but watch if you wish.


The Lord Is My Rock.

Late Mail…….. Identities Released………

australia, politics, SOCIAL POLICY

New Senator For Unions.

I’ve always believed in collective bargaining accidentally according with Pope Leo XV111’s social policies of solidarity and subsidiarity [and “solidarity” does not just mean unity of workers but it also means cooperation between capital and labour]. Unfortunately unionism has been progressively hijacked by various ideologies. It may even have started at the French Revolution with the dominance of freemasons. I don’t know but the movement was certainly infiltrated by the communists mid 20th century. To my mind this was accelerated with the influx of the 10 pound Poms which comprised many communists from the British Isles [and still does].

My father only had 3 jobs as a navvy: at Cadbury’s, CUB Breweries, and then as a wharfie, so I heard many stories from the inside of commie influence as well as about crime gangs on the wharves. A compatriot, Hal Colebatch, wrote a sensational expose on the Unions fifth column activities during war time called “Australia’s Secret War” which tells how bad it got.

Fast forward to present times. The new modus operandi appears to have been signified by Bill Shorten’s reign as a union official by aligning with capital to dud the workers for monetary gain for the organizaion itself and to line their leaders’ pockets. This mirrors China’s alliance with entrpreneurial capitalists and China has learnt from the fall of the communists of the USSR. That lesson was not to go to war with capital or the Church – witness Poland’s Lech Walesa’s Solidarity base movement which began to ring the death knell for communism in Eastern Europe. Hence too, this is why China wants to appear to approve freedom of religion but, of course, keeps it under its own control. Anyway, why not get rich if you can both appease the religionists, allow capitalists to play their games, and maintain the Party’s existence?

My dad and his mates despised the strikes and bully boy tactics, but you kept your mouth shut and didn’t rock the boat or you got fitted for some concrete footwear. Tell Bob Kernohan ! Bob was determined to expose Gillard’s and Wilson’s theft of union funds and nearly had his lights put out by hired thugs after telling Shorten he would not renege on his exposure of Gillard. Funny how ex-lefties like Bob and Mark Latham have done a right turn. But with the new paradigm for the hard left unions of guaranteeing industrial peace for certain pay-offs, Kristina will have no trouble sliding back into the politician’s chair on the left side of the House.

aboriginal, australia, ESSAYS, SOCIAL POLICY, Uncategorized

My Favorite Lezzie.

This is the ultra brief version. It’s true too. And there’s a twist in the tail of the tale.

I’d been posted to Kalgoorlie in the Eastern Goldfields District for the then Department Of Native Welfare as its Employment Officer. It was a long way from home in Perth and even emotionally longer from my wife, Betty, and my new-born son, Andrew. The house promised us would not be vacated by the single woman occupant so I lived in the basement room of one of Kal’s many pubs, along with a few mice and a lot of cockroaches and mossies; not to mention the urine from the drunks which seeped under my door.

The small business community up there in the Wild West was wonderfully magnanimous in assenting to my appeals to preferentially employ Aborigines. Still, there was much frustration when the newly employed couldn’t stick at it. I can tell you, being conjugally separated was an even greater frustration but you don’t want to hear about that or that within the first weeks I had been physically and sexually assaulted. But, one can appreciate why I volunteered readily to manage the newly completed student hostel for Aboriginal kids who lived in remote areas. I had dobbed in my wife who would automatically become the manageress but that was the trade-off to allow us to be together. Being young and green, I never foresaw the threats to the family nor the assaults that were to come.

The first months were exciting, tiring but immensely satisfying since we discovered that Aboriginal kids are a wondrous species, full of innocence, joy and rancourlessness.


Nindeebai Hostel, Kalgoorlie.

[I can say that now because I subsequently experienced 9 years of managing student hostels of various types]. We were quite relieved, yet a little sad, when the Department found permanent “qualified” managers, [and you can read into those scare quotes what you will]. However, those hostel kids kept petitioning the boss [Superintendant Tomato-Face, George Budge] to re-instate Betty and I.  Short version:  we agreed to return as permanent managers on his promise to hire some assistants and that I have the say in their hiring [none of this BS psychological testing of applicants in the City]. Yeah well, that never happened – not until the second year of operation.

Enter stage left: Megan, the newly-appointed social worker for the area. We had never seen the previous social worker, but Megan visited us at the hostel daily. Ostensibly employed to attend to the well-being of the kids and Aborigines generally, she became concerned about me and my family, recognizing that two people with a baby who worked night and day in caring for 35 kids without a break or assistance were going to burn out rather quickly. She was also worried about the threat that the Warburton people were going to spear me in the leg and we did have several kids from that community. [Short version: I had previously pegged 20 mining claims in Central Australia for that community but Head Office scrapped them and I got the blame].

Megan volunteered, with no extra pay attached, to attend the hostel from mid-day Mondays to mid-day Tuesday, further giving us the key to her house in which to stay to obviate our obligation to fork out for a motel room. Great girl. But then came the Big Argument before we even got to enjoy some time off.

“I’ll arrange for a bulk prescription of the Pill for all the girls”, she announced.

“Don’t bother, Megan”, I replied, “I won’t be handing them out”.

And so, a discussion ensued, which needs no relating, except for the conclusion. I told her she could refer the matter to the boss or to Perth, but as I was the manager, my decision carried or I would leave if I was not given free reign to make such decisions. Though she stormed off then, when she returned it was as if nothing had transpired that day. And she handed us the key to her house.

It was around midnight, when Betty and I were in her bed asleep, that I apparently heard a rustle that woke me. [I have to explain that I had to be a light sleeper, attuned to the slightest squeak of a door hinge, ever ready as I slept in street wear, to jump up to investigate ……… but those particular incidents at the hostel are for another day]. The man standing at the end of the bed was as surprised as I. It was Megan’s boyfriend who had his own key to accommodate himself at his leisure or to do whatever whenever. He suspected Megan of unfaithfulness and I suspected him of burglary, but it was quickly sorted out.

On our return next day to the hostel we found Megan a little shaken. The kids had locked her in the cool room for some time the previous night. As delightful as they were, they could play up when authority was not present. Later on, the same lads involved wanted to take revenge, with knives, on some adults who had jumped me with a bashing. Anyway, we got that all sorted for Megan’s future stays, and I digress.


Some of the girls, dressed for the school dance.


And the boys who were bold enough to don the glad rags and go to the whities school dance. A few senior lads opted for a quiet night by the TV at the hostel.

I can’t remember how long Megan stayed in Kal, but it wasn’t long enough. Much later we were told that she had gone to live in New Zealand with her female lover. { I suppose you were wondering about the title of this blog]. I will not belabor the point about homosexuality being a choice, I’m just telling a true story. And that, dear reader, is not the sting in the tail of the tale.

Many years later, I discovered in conversation from my best friend of 50 years, a Sri Lankan who was also my best man named Maurice, that his wife was Megan’s half-sister.

May God bless all those people whom He has put in my path.

ancestry, australia, writing

ANZAC 2017.

I was 6, too young for the grandparents to explain to me who was in the photo in the hall and why he was wearing a funny hat they called a slouch hat. Mum said simply: “He is just someone who died in the war. Now go outside and play”.  His story had to remain a mystery because my Grandies both died that year, but I do remember the bomb shelter that the neighbours had built and the gas masks that hung in the shed.

That photo remained a mystery but it prompted the penning of some lines many years later…………


I gaze down the hall                                                                                                                                At that picture on the wall,                                                                                                                  I seem to do so many times a day.

Their battle’s now been won,                                                                                                                As they sing in the sun                                                                                                                           Silent odes to peace that’s come their way.

Aware not of the living, but the dead,                                                                                                I wear furrows ’bout my head,                                                                                                            And nightmares are the stuff of my sleep.

Had I but predicted                                                                                                                                What my fears had depicted,                                                                                                              My mates may not be buried now so deep.

I wish that I could go                                                                                                                              To be with them, for I know                                                                                                                I am merely waiting for my time to cease.

But I craved for the fight.                                                                                                                      Now that picture oft in sight,                                                                                                                Shows my loss and their fate: Rest In Peace.

FROM LEFT: Pte Nick Namnik, 2/7th batt.  [my father]                                                                                          Pte. Antonio Namnik. Cook. [wounded twice in PNG and returned to serve both times after rehab.]                                                                                                                                                  Maj. Dr. Kevin Fagan. [Assisted Weary Dunlop at Changi POW Camp. Brother of Roy Fagan, Deputy Premier of Tasmania. ] [my second cousin].                                                        Pte. Tom Riley and brother Lt. Les Riley of 4th Field Regt. served together from Tobruk to Damascus. [my mother’s brothers].


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Andrej Yakovlavitch Namnek, farmer businessman from Riga, Latvia, traveled by rail to the Great Rus for the purpose of negotiating the best price for his latest milled stand of birtch and reindeer pelts that his workers had amassed over spring.

Top left: Archpriest Ivan Namnek [martyred by Communists for not divulging the confession of the local mayor]. Top centre: One of many documents attesting to work in Siberia. Top right: Map of Andrej’s & Marie”s journey. Bottom left: cover of my novel on their life. Bottom right: Andrej Yakovlavitch Namnek.

He loved St. Petersberg for its culture and modernity, although he was not so enamoured of the palatial excesses of the ruling classes, nor was he a Russophile since his own country was occupied by Russians – not to mention the Germans. What he did love though was the Bohemian harpist and soprano he had met backstage of the Cyrilian Palace Hall following her performance with the Prague Ensemble. Naturally enough, she was the reason he delayed his return to Riga.

Of the Orthodox Faith, Andrej was not so immersed in it to let any religious difference stand in the way of courting this Catholic girl, Marie Subrtova, from the village of Hradec Kralove in Bohemia,the daughter of Vaclav Subrt and Anna Hampl, stable managers and basket weavers. Nevertheless, he was proud of his second cousin, Ivan Ivanovitch Namnek who had just become an Archpriest in the local diocese, [and was later martyred by the Communists].

Turmoil was becoming common in those final years of the 19th. century; what with that young Lenin addressing rallies about St. Petersberg having just left the Jesuit seminary. He and Trotsky, revolutionaries both, and bound to cause trouble. Of course my grandparents could not have foretold the Bolshevik Revolution just twenty years away, but still there were skirmishes – usually put down with Cossack swords.

It was at one such melee that Andrej became caught up and found it necessary to shoot one of Czar Alexander’s constabulary for which he was sentenced to Labour Camp in Siberia. Fortunately there was no death penalty in Russia. Andrej found himself assigned to working on the telegraph which was being constructed concurrently along with the Great Siberian Railway, engineered by that great engineer Witte but which in practice was beset by short supplies, faulty equipment and hellish living conditions. For 10 years Andrej worked with fellow prisoners but was often free to mix with the indigenous peoples, descendants of the American Indians, the Shamans and other exotic aborigines.

The Sino-Russo war was the catalyst for his freedom as his enlistment in the militia gained some freedom under an indenture of service. While he had survived the bears, wolves and weather that had taken many of his friends, he found himself in Mukden on the day that the Japanese invaded through Manchuria and routed the Russians. Andrej survived that attack too and so came to marry the beauty who had waited for him to be released from servitude. Their firstborn was named Albert after the Archbishop Crusader who had bought civilization to Latvia, 900 years earlier.

Marie and Andrej would have five children whom they would name with the letter A, Albert, Andrew, Antonio, Amelia and Adolph [my father]. They determined to settle in a land of peace – Australia, but their travels there took some time for the giving of births and for Marie to play to audiences. Adolph, the last born was born in Singapore. [Amelia died as an infant, and Andrew returned to Bohemia and was never seen again].

The family of five arrived in Melbourne in 1912 and it wasn’t long before the neighbours in North Melbourne would gather outside Marie’s window at night to listen to her rehearsing for her upcoming performance in Surabaya, Indonesia, along with the troupe she was part of in Singapore.

At that time, Islamic terrorists were active in Indonesia, driven largely by a Muslim Cell operating out of the Dental Faculty of the Aceh Medical College. They were determined to bring Sharia and Islam to dominance, following the invasion of Muslims from Middle East and the Sub Continent some 800 years earlier. [Today Aceh Province is under Sharia rule and Indonesia is the most populous Muslim country in the world].

Marie Namnek, my grandmother, was killed by an Islamic bomb attack in early 1913 in Surabaya.

Andrej Namnik [spelled now with an “i” since handwritten records were easily mis-recorded], was no sooner a widower than Child Welfare came a’knocking and whisked his 3 young boys away to Daylesford to be fostered. Adolph was fostered at age 4 by the Vanzetti family who still run the local bakery. By 18 he had won the B&F in the Ballarat Football League.

Andrej worked for the Robertson Timber Co., mainly from Warburton and throughout Gippsland. Just 2 years after his arrival at age 58, he enlisted in the A.I.F. for the 1st World War – but was rejected on medical grounds. He passed away while Adolph and Antonio were serving in PNG, at the Little Sisters Of The Poor in Northcote.

[The Novel: The Bear and The Diva is available on smashwords,com].


ancestry, australia, CULTURE, ESSAYS


Now, dear reader, that you have fallen for the clickbait headline, let me say that it is quite true, mostly.

For 40 years Catholic priests were not permitted entry to Australia from settlement in 1778 until 1820 when Frs. Therry and Conolly arrived. Let me qualify this.

A Catholic priest, Fr. Dixon, had come to the country around 1802, but he came as a convict having been sentenced for collusion in the Irish rebellion. He did eventually become a freeman and said a public mass. The Governor relented too in 1817 by allowing a Fr. O’Flynn into the country; alas, he was sent packing after a year. Finally, in 1820, 42 years after the First Landing, the first two permanent priests were permitted entry. Thus, for almost half a century tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of left-footers suffered religious persecution. “Persecution” is not too strong-a-word since the practice of that brand of faith centred around the Sacraments which only priests could perform.

Why was it so?

THUMBNAIL VERSION: Simply, the Micks in England and Ireland had been suppressed ever since Fat Henry; and Cromwell had done a job on killing off lots of Micks in the fair isle. Those feisty Irish though wouldn’t go down without kicking up a stink and priests were viewed as leaders or potential leaders of rebellions and sedition. Moreover, they were viewed as loyalists to the Vatican before they would give loyalty to the Crown. To be sure, to be sure, they would surely cause trouble in the new colony.

PERSONAL ASIDE: Cromwell’s genocide necessitated Irish ancestors, such as my own, to adopt the survival measure of having half the family convert to protestantism while the other half remained Catholic. From ancestral enquiries, this occurred in both my and my wife’s family – although my ancestors were Irish gentry, while hers were Scottish criminals deported to the Great Southern Prison [earning their title as Australian Royalty]. As both sets of ancestors wound up in Van Diemen’s Land [Tasmania], they were deprived of the ability to practice their faith fully, having their offspring baptised, married or buried by a Methodist minister, of which there was just one in them there wilds of Northern Tassie.  It is a matter of record that through the descendency the true faith returned to this amalgam of allegiances; none ever took up arms against the colonial gummint, while plenty of them fought – and plenty died – in both World Wars.

The first Christian Brothers – Bodkin, Lynch and Tracey – didn’t arrive until 1868 to offer Catholic education to young men, 90 years after settlement. They founded CBC Parade in Melbourne, my alma mater.

But the persecution was not quite over. Enter Archbishop Mannix [Melbourne, 1913-1963].

Manic Mannix was a fly in the Gummint ointment throughout, mainly due to his conflicting views of conscription. At one point, due to return to Ireland for a vacation, he was advised that his return would be refused re-entry, – so he didn’t go. In true Irish spirit he found a way to present the Gummint with a middle-finger salute. St. Patrick’s Day Parade was Melbourne’s biggest public event by far and was usually led by the Arch in an open car – as per the picture above. On said occasion, to show the great civic powers that it was He who had the support of the soldiery, not them, his vehicle was preceded by a dozen VC winners on white chargers – again, as this picture shows. That was tellin’ ’em!

There we have it. No Great March on the Sydney Harbour for a Reconcilliation with the Micks. No apology for the suppression and persecution of one religion. No compensation or reverse discrimination. No special benefits. No Sorry Day.

No – we descendants would not even think of it. Demeaning. Perish the thought. FECK OFF THEN AND LET’S GET ON WITH LIFE.