The boring monotony of diversity

Well, here it comes again.

Another celebration of the ‘diverse’.

It will be boringly monotonous. The same old crowd, with the same old views, marching to the same old drum beat.

Predictable is what diversity really means in this politically-correct land of ours.

And entirely predictable, once again, is the list of nominees for Australian of the Year.

Obviously, the National Australia Day Council must be unsatisfied with the response to its loathed choice for 2016. So it has doubled-down in 2017.

That was obvious when Waleed Aly was put forward in Victoria. His nomination alone removed any last vestiges of credibility from this now widely-disdained award.

While a vocal minority push for the abolition of Australia Day, the rest of us would be happier if the political awards process was scrapped instead. It would be an added bonus if we could barbeque in peace as well, without being dragged into some ‘progressive’ push to eat halal-slaughtered, carbon-neutral, gay vegan lamb.

Unfortunately, it seems that we are on the verge of another celebration of a political activist, ready to hector us for another year about why normal, ordinary Australians are evil.

New South Wales has dished up Deng Adut, a former child-soldier and refugee from Sudan who has become a successful lawyer. Most Australians would celebrate that but it’s not enough. He’s put up in the spotlight for his Australia Day speech last year, when he lectured ‘settled Australians’ lest we are manipulated into simple solutions to terrorism, such as shutting off immigration from Islamic nations.

This is part of what Deng had to say:

That leads me to those who are settled Australians. This past few years there have been unexpected fears, the fears that random atrocities such as those that took place in Bali, and more recently in London, Paris and Istanbul will come here. We scarcely notice the frequency of such acts in other places where terror, not freedom from fear, is the norm.

Fears and doubt are the ideal environment in which to breed misguided obsessions and grand delusions. There is nothing new in such manipulation. It was done to me. Such manipulation of the confused and searching spirit of youth is essential for those who use others in their quest for power.

In responding to tragedies in which the lives of victims and perpetrators alike have been snuffed out to serve some demagogue, we must all be careful not to let local opportunists exploit our emotions with simplistic solutions.

Let the record show that the atrocities in Bali, London, Paris and Istanbul were not random. They were planned and premeditated. Further, we do notice the attacks that routinely occur in Middle Eastern nations and don’t want the violence to spread here. Finally, the victims do not deserve to be lumped in with the perpetrators by Deng, as if they all somehow suffered equally. Quite clearly they did not.

To heap insult upon insult, Deng then went on to compare the First Fleet to the Islamic terrorist threat we face today:

What seems new for we Australians is that the physical barriers to terror such as distance and sea are now irrelevant. But this is just the shortness of memory. These barriers became irrelevant for the traditional owners of this land when the winds and the currents brought the ships of the First Fleet up this Harbour.

And in just a few hours this man may be crowned our Australian of the Year.

Unfortunately, Deng Adut is not alone.

All up, 14 of the 36 nominations for the various categories of Australian of the Year are activists for refugees, Muslims, homosexuals, climate change or indigenous causes.

That’s almost half of the people readying themselves for recognition tomorrow night.

It seems that the National Australia Day Council won’t be happy until we are:

  1. all clothed in rainbow burqas sewn by refugees from Donald Trump’s USA living in a state-funded commune at the local nursing home, and
  2. calling for equal recognition of Sharia law and women’s rights while marching alongside a Mardi Gras float powered by the empathy of transgender Aborigines.

If you think I’m joking, consider this: late last year Andrew Bolt unearthed the unedifying fact that Victorian nominees are partly selected by a charity for prostitutes. The only joke when it comes to this farce is the one on us.

It also demonstrates that these awards continue to be high-jacked by left-wingers in order to legitimise their political causes.

And the really sad thing is that nominees who should rightly be recognised for their work will be tainted with the contempt that now washes over the awards process. For instance, worthy indigenous nominees will forever be stained with the question over whether they were chosen for their efforts or because of the colour of their skin.

In short, the National Australia Day Council has not only thrust a bunch of unelected political activists upon us, but it has also managed to create conditions of contempt for Australians who should be celebrated.

That’s where diversity gets you. It always undermines excellence, always promotes abnormality over normality and it pulls us apart.

That should not be unexpected. After all, it only takes a little editing and diverse becomes nothing more than divisive.

Author: Bernard Gaynor

Bernard Gaynor is a married father of seven children. He has a background in military intelligence, Arabic language and culture and is an outspoken advocate of conservative and family values.

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