Politics

Good luck, Andy Ngo

13/07/2019

APEC Sydney 2007
Maybe this wasn’t Black Bloc 1.0 after all but they sure look familiar.
See below for more of the local APEC protests and what I did there.

 

Recent events in Portland, Oregon were ugly and sad. I’m not sure when “minority groups”, or more importantly “woke individuals”, will appreciate that they historically represent a very small means towards an end, not an end in themselves, in the revolutionary Left’s twisted imaginings. (On a light note first, those McSweeney obituaries a while ago were fun logical portrayals of the fates of those who choose to exist in wokeness).

Everyone now knows that a person called Andy Ngo, a mild-mannered gay Asian Quillette reporter who like all sensible people is rather keen on free speech, got ganged up on by Portland Antifa because he hung around and filmed them at their own public protest. Everyone now knows the Portland police think the decepticons used pepper spray and put quick-set cement into what I’ll call missileshakes, throwing them and rocks at him. And they nicked his camera equipment.

Andy wasn’t argued or shouted off the street and into hospital, he was mobbed, stalked, intimidated and assaulted by the gutless ctrl-Left who are apparently shit-scared of speech and freedom of thought but almost erotically attracted to violence.

Everyone also now knows that the Portland police just stood by and let the local communists act out their Jungian archetypes with typical zeal and pep. Acted out on Andy. Good luck, Andy. Michelle Malkin has raised some $$ for his bills. Even more significant is the news that lawyer (yeah yeah, ‘attorney’), Harmeet Dhillon is acting for him via Publius Lex. That should prove pretty effing painful for those perps. Popcorn!

In response, I dug around for some pix (I’ve obscured the faces to protect the guilty) of a past protest for an Aussie photo essay. It makes the point that this creepy Antifa-style militancy has been here for some time too. (Oh, as an aside, thanks to the Internet we’ve all been wrong all along —their revolution will be televised!). 

(Slightly OT, I must add these are strange days indeed when a young Aussie, Alek Sigley*, is released quickly and alive without injury from ‘detention’ by the mad DPRK, while a middle-class mob in the USA rains down blows on a defenceless man. And a person who not only happens to be a member of a minority group but on the same side of their politics. Not as way over to the radical left as Klantifa would love him to be of course, since they are so far out the bus doesn’t stop there. 

Andy Ngo knows now he is not really protected at our modern intersectional Olympic games, nor unfortunately does he hold the correct views at the moment. He is merely the latest collateral in a long, long war. 

In his 2009 book, Barack Obama’s Rules for Revolution: The Alinsky Model, David Horowitz claims that an [unnamed] SDS (Students for a Democratic Society) radical once wrote, “The issue is never the issue. The issue is always the revolution.” As I wrote in an earlier post, HRC wrote in the frontispiece of her thesis at woke Wellesley College, there is only the fight. IOW, the aim of revolutionary Marxism is to create chaos if necessary but to overthrow by any means necessary, and if you fellow traveller aren’t toeing the right line at the right time so long, pffftt

*More on this strange incident in another post.

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APEC 2007

APEC Ministers met in Sydney in September 2007 for the 19th Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation Ministerial Meeting. This one was co-chaired by Alexander Downer, then our Minister for Foreign Affairs, now of international Spygate fame. At the time, John Howard was the Australian Prime Minister and George W Bush was POTUS 43.

I was attending an an APEC event for work anyway so obviously I had to go and prove a point (to myself) that I, an ordinary Australian, could head out freely and unmolested past the ‘fascists’ (starting my walk as it were from within a few hundred metres of the Governor-General’s and PM’s residences), on a lovely, normal, sunny day to attend a protest in the city. 

I went along to witness what were billed as anti-APEC but were really anti-Bush, anti-USA, anti-free market and broadly, anti-civilised world protests, with a shot of anti-Australianism and the standard anti-Israel animus chucked for good measure. Remember the protest was ostensibly about free trade. 

 

In the lead-up to APEC that year, we heard of course the constant din through the MSM’s megaphone that we were ‘LOSING OUR DEMOCRACY TO A STEEL CAGE…!!!’ and how it was definitely THE END OF THE WORLD and DEATH OF FREE SPEECH as we knew it!”.

Back then Bush Jr, not Trump, was literally Hitler (yawn, and so was Howard). It was also all Iraq war, all the time.

All in all, it was a pretty peaceful day, with lots of groups and signs about but not much else really going on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The media was there. A band was set up. The crowd was large-ish but loose and spread out, with a lot of people probably there just like me hanging around to see what was going on.

 

I sat for a while on a bench under the beautiful Moreton Bay figs that line the inside of Hyde Park next to a bored cameraman from Associated Press in Singapore. He said he was waiting for something to happen and then he’d film it. And I thought to myself, and that’s what the world would see and chaos would be sown in people’s minds.

 

The approach to the city on foot from Kirribilli had been easy. No one came or went past me. I could see police standing at entrances or doorways far away in different places as I went, but not along my path. Sydney Harbour was dazzling as always and I was keen to see TAG East or whoever in action. Sure, enough something like that was zooming around on the water checking things out (deliberately indistinct photo below 😊). The APEC logo was on the bridge itself and lit up at night.

 

As I crossed over, the footpath curved down and around over Circular Quay. Ahead in the distance, some people were standing by a glass lift, talking to a policeman. They were turned towards the sparkling harbour (and it was a lovely sight that day) as I strolled past. At the other end, the path keeps going towards the Conservatorium, but I stepped off at the end of the handrails and chucked a U-turn on the grass and walked directly under the path I had just taken.

Unlike The Chaser, whose stunts got all the publicity at the time, I didn’t get headlines for crashing APEC. By choosing an otherwise unremarkable yet astonishingly unimpeded route, I inadvertently wandered into the red restricted zone, admired the police water cannon hiding under the underpass and visited the Intercontinental Hotel while nodding to the line of chauffeurs waiting outside. All, I will add, without doing anything illegal or out of the ordinary and in fact, done with the knowledge of police along the way. The constable in the truck with the water cannon had his feet up in the cabin and watched me indifferently as I strolled past him down the grass, around the vehicle and towards the hotel where APEC officials were staying. And yes, I was wearing a backpack.

I was finally stopped near the entrance by a senior policeman who was walking past and politely sought my non-existent ID. All I could see behind him were the backs of a hundred coppers lining the long black wire fence that wrapped around us and the hotel. Through it, the protesters and onlookers were spread out here and there. As I found out, the protesters were mostly concentrated further away.

He asked “So, where did you come from?” I pointed and told him, and he sighed slightly. He said he still had to escort me through the fence, sorry. I said that that was ok, after I came around the corner, I’d been waiting for someone to tell me where to go. He grinned and we walked to the fence and he said, “let this young lady through”. I grinned too as officers unlocked the big black fence and I stepped through and past the thin blue line and into the other side of the street.

Small Black bloc-styled groups were there but without the sinister 1930s red-black flag of anarcho-syndicalism we see (again) today. And they were passive or at least I didn’t see them do anything at all.

 “Grannies Against War!”, or whatever their name was, were there — they wanted to Disarm America. Other signs said that the Illuminati had to be destroyed (as well as The Puppet Masters obviously).  

Socialist Alliance was there. Spartacists too, their poster said—’North Korea and China need nukes for defence against the imperialist US!’ I guess those useful idiots would be not too happy with all the squawking not hawking going on in the DMZ these days. Trump really stepped over the line this time, didn’t he? More popcorn!

This young lady clearly strongly supported Mercedes-Benz as an international  symbol of peace.

I’m still not sure who these guys were but they had a uniform of sorts.

At one stage I passed by the Last Supper table of Socialists. (Today of course, Bush 43 is so 5 minutes ago for our fellow travellers and useful idiots – it’s TDS 24/7/365 that keeps them alive!)

As I was helping teach aspects of the GWOT at university, it was fascinating to observe practical issues involved in protecting national security while preserving law and order, free speech and rights of peaceful assembly.   

Unfortunately, I also saw how all great plans laid by mice and men have holes through which water can flow, and all perimeters can be breached. That’s not knocking our security or police effort, and obviously I avoided taking photos (pity though, I could have had FANTASTIC shots of the multitudes of coppers, the cannon, and the views from INSIDE THE CAGE!)

Later on I walked to Town Hall station to catch the train back over the bridge. On the way, I saw a few protesters recharging with the fast foods of the running dog capitalist imperialists! Heh.

The end.

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