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Last night I had the pleasure of listening to best selling author and Jihad Watch blogger Robert Spencer talk in Melbourne, on stealth jihad. He was bought to Australia by Q Society, a group committed to halting the Islamisation of Australia and preserving Australian values.
Read all about it here.
During the evening Robert read out this Australian poem by Mary Gilmore (who appears on our $10 note)

Sons of the mountains of Scotland,
Welshmen of coomb and defile,
Breed of the moors of England,
Children of Erin’s green isle,
We stand four square to the tempest,
Whatever the battering hail-
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.

Our women shall walk in honour,
Our children shall know no chain,
This land, that is ours forever,
The invader shall strike at in vain.
Anzac!…Tobruk!…and Kokoda!…
Could ever the old blood fail?
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.

So hail-fellow-met we muster,
And hail-fellow-met fall in,
Wherever the guns may thunder,
Or the rocketing air-mail spin!
Born of the soil and the whirlwind,
Though death itself be the gale-
No foe shall gather our harvest
Or sit on our stockyard rail.

We are the sons of Australia,
of the men who fashioned the land;
We are the sons of the women
Who walked with them hand in hand;
And we swear by the dead who bore us,
By the heroes who blazed the trail,
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.

“Our women shall walk in honour,
Our children shall know no chain,
This land, that is ours forever,
The invader shall strike at in vain.
Anzac!…Tobruk!…and Kokoda!…
Could ever the old blood fail?
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.”

Unfortunately we are being invaded, by a totalitarian ideology and most Aussies are completely unaware of it.