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I've seen a fair number of random "I support BRS" comments lately. A bit of a plague, especially around ANZAC day.
As someone who has served I have rather strong opinions on the matter. Primarily, that this is a judicial issue and it's for the courts to decide. Albo is correct in refusing to comment.
A lot of people also need to come to terms with the fact that someone can be a war hero and a war criminal at the same time.
https://www.otoh.org/post/2026/04/heroism-war-crimes-and-the-rule-of-law/
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@Garyb_spectabilis You'd get more people seeing the information if you used Hashtags in your posts like #AUSPol #News #QLD #Crisafulli #LNP #ANZAC #ANZACDay #Indigenous #Australia 👍
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CW: #HateSpeech #Racism #ANZACday #Auspol
In case anyone was under any illusions about the intentions of the 'hate speech' laws passed by federal and state governments in recent months, consider the official governmental and media responses to the campaign of hateful racist booing of Aboriginal elders at ANZAC Day ceremonies around the continent today.
In Gadigal/Sydney, Naarm/Melbourne, Tarndanya/Adelaide and Boorloo/Perth, organised groups of racist hecklers jeered and booed as Aboriginal elders (many of them also ADF veterans) gave a Welcome to Country or Acknowledgement of Country. The campaign was organised by some of the same far-right white supremacists behind the recent 'March for (White) Australia' rallies.
In the flurry of media reporting and comments from politicians about how disgraceful the booing was, or saying how booing "misses the point", I have not managed to find a single article mentioning the obvious application of the new draconian hate speech laws to this very situation. Nor did I see a single call for prosecution from a politician. (Nor calls for politicians who have encouraged such hate to resign.)
The double standard has always been obvious. But at times like this, it is utterly glaring.
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April 25 is ANZAC day.
Taking time to remember the heroes, and those who did their duty, and the sacrifices they made.
And the time to curse those who lead us needlessly into wars and conflicts, staying safe while causing the deaths of others.
I pray for peace, and for justice.
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Australia continues to struggle with its own history:
Anzac Day 2026: Booing at Sydney, Melbourne, Perth Dawn Services |
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Today is #ANZAC day, the 25th April. On this day, 111 years ago, the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps landed at Gallipoli. A relatively minor (and disastrous) campaign for British forces, but the first big battle Australia & New Zealand were involved in as nations. As such, it is a somberly commemorated event each year.
Lest we forget.
While I haven't written up a coin confirmed to be related to the battle, I do have a 1902-10 penny turned into "art". Possibly trench art? Possibly just done by someone before or after the war, but either way, still an interesting piece: https://coinofnote.com/1902-10-uk-penny-art/
#Numismatics #CoinCollecting #Art #CoinArt #TrenchArt #WWI #Coin #History #Histodons @numismatics @histodons
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#ANZAC Day and a multipolar world: what “lest we forget” means now
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Anzac Day always brings up a lot of emotion. While there is a lot of symbolism to the events, it is at heart a funeral service. In the moments between the Last Post and the Reveille, we remember our dead, as well as those who returned wounded — permanently changed by their experiences in ways both visible and unseen. We call to mind also the sacrifices their families made; of places left empty in homes and hearts.
The commitment we made to remember the fallen is part of a bargain that every service member understands. Those who serve their country don’t do so seeking money, fame, or power. They don’t get to choose the causes for which they take up arms. But they know if they are called on to sacrifice themselves for their comrades, their country, and their cause, then those who are left will ensure their names and their memory live on.
It’s heartening to see Anzac Day services go from strength to strength, the next generation of Kiwis taking up the challenge of keeping these memories alive. Young people, some wearing the medals of their tūpuna, showing up in their thousands to the funeral services of men and women long since dead, who they did not personally know, to show our collective gratitude for that sacrifice.
We will remember them.
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Found myself listening to a band called Sabaton, singing “Cliffs of Gallipoli.” Very touching, in a heavy metal way, on this special day. I have attached a couple of images which contain the lyrics. #ANZAC
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It's a very sick country indeed when Indigenous people are boo'ed and war criminal BrS is welcomed..
Shame Australia.
#ShameAustralia #LaborFail #AusPol #ANZAC #ANZACDay #HumanRights #Activism
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As the ANZAC Circus once again rolls into town, it is worth remembering the words of
Wilfred Owen, the poet who himself died in WWI. This is his poem "Dulce et Decorum est"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori. -
by the time i emerged to collect my morning cuppa, the tele was on in the common area, and fren (respectfully) watching Anzac day parade.
i quickly scoffed my oatmeal, grabbed my cuppa and scarpered.i know and respect a lot of people who have served, but i CAN wish they never had to.
i remember the man i called “grandfather”, sitting in the lounge room, all day every day, spitting great gobs of infected phlegm into a quart sized billy.
he had been gassed in France during WWI, and lived to the ripe old age of 81. It did not occur to me until far too late to ask him why he had enlisted.
Every ANZAC day he would get up early to watch the parade, and weep relentlessly as wave after wave of traumatised white adult males marched past the ABC’s cameras.
the cost of war is not just paid by soldiers, but by medical staff, nurses, and families, Wives, children and generations affected by transgenerational trauma.
and the planet, of course.one of my uncles was in New Guinea during WWII. Most of his siblings avoided him, because he was a violent mofo. There was a revolving door at the local hospital for his wife, who prolly could not have pressed charges if she wanted to, because in those days, the policy in most states was for cops to ignore “domestics” wherever possible. And where would she have gone, anyway? Not even white women had any real “rights” before Whitlam.
i know why Anzac day makes me weep, and why i try to avoid it. it’s the frustration of knowing I was born into a culture where it is de rigeur to go thru life with our heads up our arses.
If we don’t acknowledge how trauma affects the genes of white people, we can ignore what we have done to the First Nations of This place. Or the lingering costs of our (usually unwarranted) presence in faraway places. My goodness… how Laos paid just for being “in the vicinity of” our war on Vietnam.War is not futile so much as a ritual played out by a bizarre human suicide cult. It only benefits sociopaths happy to profit from the commodification of pseudo-cannibalism. Is there any other life form on earth so self-aware and yet so completely un-self-aware as humans?
Do we really have to subject ourselves to hell before we can bond with other humans, and revel in the benefits of “mateship”?Many of us struggle to find meaning in our daily lives outside of acqusitiveness, or to maintain a sense of purpose when capitalism is in a negative spiral, as it currently is, and on Anzac day it’s almost impossible.
ironically, perhaps, the street address on my birth certificate is “Gaza Road, Puckapunyal”.
the housing that served Pucka was razed long ago, time marches on, and the needs of the war industry have changed.but the industry makes no more sense than it did 60 years ago, when poor old Arthur used to watch the parade on the tele, spitting and snotting and calling it living.
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Anzac Day today. A day to commemorate all those Aussies and Kiwis who have served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations.
Lest we forget.
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#ANZAC Day
At the going down of the sun
And In the morning
We are supposed to remember themNew Zealand’s finest walking
Step by step into Turkish machine guns
To be cut down, like wheatAt the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We are supposed to forget
They should never have been thereDropped on the wrong beach
By uncaring, incompetent, naval officers
At the going down of the sun
And in the morningThey died.
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Each ANZAC day, I try to reflect on how war has affected my family and ancestors.
This time, I've chosen William Curtius - also known as Wilhelm Kurtz, Ritter Johann Wilhelm von Curti, Wilhelm di Curti, Sir William Curtius FRS of Sweden.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sir_William_Curtius
#anzac #lestweforget
#anzacDay1/n
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I have mixed feeling about ANZAC Day. I recognise the sacrifice and suffering that wars have brought on so many New Zealanders. My grandfather fought in WWI and wore his medals proudly. I have my father's medals framed alongside his insignia. For a long time ANZAC Day was a form of collective grieving, as Will de Cleene put it, and was a real part of our 'nation building', our sense of identity. But something happened in the 1980's. Young people started attending dawn services. I detected that the myth making, the iconography changed somehow in ways I can't quite explain. It has become almost performative patriotism to wear a poppy. And many New Zealanders started prefering ANZAC Day over Waitangi Day as our 'national' day. No difficult conversations about the past required today! It seems that for many to remember the sacrifices that ANZAC Day commemorates, means to forget other aspects of our colonial past. Anyway, just some of my thoughts this morning.
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Very interesting discussion on Neutrality Studies with Vern Hughes, founder of the Australian Association for Armed Neutrality, about renewed interest in Australian neutrality.
This is something #NZPol & #AusPol need to start cooperating on. The US has proven itself a dangerous and unreliable ally and China probably has more economic and geopolitical power in the South Pacific to be treated as an enemy or a threat.
NZ and to a lesser extent Australia know they will not be better off being used as pawns by US against China so the best security and economical position to hold is one of neutrality with an #ANZAC force who's core role is in serving #Australia, #Aotearoa #NewZealand and the South Pacific as needed rather than going off to fight illegal and immoral expansionist imperial wars that don't serve the world's best interests.
