Fear and Loathing In Regional Australia

Today I went for a long drive through regional Australia. I did this because I have the horrible feeling that I won’t have the freedom to do it too often from now on. I took in some magnificent views and burned them into my memory. Amazing rock formations. Valleys. Waterfalls. Forests. Long dirt roads. Rushing rivers. Birds. Cicadas. Wide open plains.

I love Australia. I live in the greatest country in the world.

But what has become of the great Aussie spirit? The robust “can-do” attitude of my forebears? Whilst the landscape hasn’t changed much over the many decades of my life, the strength and fortitude of the people who populate it has. My parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles were tough and effective people. Not afraid to say it the way it was. But all I saw today was fear.

In order to prompt some interesting conversation, I decided to don one of my new shirts for my road trip. Recently I had several shirts and cups made that state some simple facts and encourage people to think for themselves about the tyranny that has descended on this country. Simple facts like “On average 433 people die each day in Australia. COVID-19 has taken less than 4 people per day. THINK FOR YOURSELF.”

Harmless enough, right? Simple facts that are conspicuously absent from the general conversation on COVID-19. I initially received some generous approval. But once the intent of the shirt had sunk in, all I saw was fear. Obviously the approval was because it appeared that I was complying with and promoting tyrannical demands such as social distancing, hand sanitiser, mask wearing, etc. But when it became apparent that I was in fact questioning the tyranny, I was ostracised and kept at arm’s length. Like I was a leper. Or a criminal.

So how do you conduct a sensible, intelligent conversation about life when other people are too terrified to take part? Too terrified to question the demands that have been imposed on them? Too terrified to ask for proof? Too terrified to question their government? To terrified to talk objectively about what has happened to us?

I left that pub feeling pretty darned deflated. What hope is there for the future? Our ancestors worked their knuckles to the bone building this country. Many lost their lives fighting in a rich man’s war to keep this country ours. And now we’re giving it all up because a few older people have died from the flu? Something that happens in every hospital and every nursing home every day of the week. I saw it with my own eyes when caring for my father. It is a sad reality that many older people die from complications related to being bed-bound, such as not being able to swallow properly because they are not sitting upright, and we conveniently used to call it pneumonia. But we now call it “COVID-19”.

Do you know anyone under 70 year of age with no co-morbidities who died from the flu this year? No, me neither.

Do you know anyone who knows anyone under 70 years of age with no co-morbidities who died from the flu this year? No, me neither.

So where on earth is the pandemic?

It’s on the TV. On the radio. And it is certainly on social media. “Flooding” is the technical term for the propaganda that literally “flooded” our eyes and ears to the point where there was no escape. Unless you disengaged from mainstream media completely, there was literally no escape from it. And that’s the only place where the pandemic exists. On the TV. On the radio. On social media. And therefore, in people’s minds. People are addicted to mainstream media. Lapping it all up without a critical thought for what they are consuming.

That’s what I experienced in regional Australia today. When I asked the question – “Can’t you see the dark underside to all these rules? Can’t you see the tyranny taking over? It’s no longer a free country if everything you do is tracked and recorded. What I do and where I go is nobody else’s business” – all I got was a sad old “Karen” bleating – “They know everything I do anyway. I have all my location data turned on and all my identifying data options turned on”.

Wow! She was so proud of herself. So proud to have no boundary between herself and the government/authorities. In mental health circles that is known as “Borderline Personality Disorder” – where the sufferer experiences no differentiation between themselves and other people. They cannot recognise a place in their psyche where they end and the other person begins. Their concept of “self” is distorted and damaged.

Kinda like what Communism/Socialism does to people.

In Communism/Socialism it’s all about the “collective”. Individual rights and responsibilities are devalued in favour of “the greater good”. Whatever that means. And we’ve now reached the point in western democracies where the younger generations have been so brainwashed with socialist nonsense that it’s impossible to discuss freedom, liberty, justice, the free market – all those things that our ancestors fought for. And sadly, we also have a generation of parents who want to be seen as “progressive”, so they actively engage with and espouse the socialist propaganda. Completely oblivious to what is actually going on.

I used to think my mother was embarrassingly conservative. Then I grew up. But most of my generation haven’t. I now feel lucky that there was a generation gap between me and my parents, because I was exposed to the thoughts and experiences of people from the 19th Century. Two of my grandparents were born in the 1800’s. The other two were born in 1900 and 1901. These are the people who built this country. I was privileged to hear stories about the lives of people who came to this country to make a life out of nothing. They were farmers. Dairy farmers, butchers and agriculturalists. Meat, milk, wool and crops. The staples that built this country.

When I finally grew up I realised the significance of what my ancestors modelled to me. Independence. Determination. Hard work. Free spirit. All the qualities that I recognise in myself and value in others. All the qualities that I have come to understand as being characteristic of true free market capitalism. Qualities that are now categorised as “conservative” and “right wing”.

And because most of my generation have jumped on the progressive bandwagon, it’s up to the older generations to speak up for those who came before us. But as the older generations die there is no-one left to speak the truths that need to be spoken. To remind us what “independence” is and what it can achieve. To remind us what a “free spirit” is and how to use it.

So today I went out into the world to model some independence and some free spirit. To show people what determination looks like. To demonstrate how this country was built. To tell the story of our ancestors and how it is the power of the people that gets things done. How our ancestors made their own decisions about how this country was to be built, and then went ahead and built it.

But all I saw was fear.

I loathe fear. It’s such a pointless, immobilising emotion. It’s used by bullies and psychopaths to intimidate their victims. I loathe bullies and psychopaths. But that’s who’s running the show these days. Bullies and psychopaths. Politicians, “philanthropists”, medical “experts” who wouldn’t know one end of a test tube from the other. Who gave them permission to determine my future? I certainly didn’t.

Are you happy to have your future determined by people who have a financial interest in the tyranny that they are imposing on you? Bill Gates will be making SHITLOADS out of the injections that will be forced on you in the near future. Do you not see the conflict of interest there? Do you not see the total lack of logic in every decision that has been made in the past nine months? Would your ancestors have accepted this unjustified tyranny? Our country is being brought to its knees because a small number of people have created a new source of income for themselves. Injections. Inject seven billion people, tell them they will need to keep injecting for years to come, and watch the profits accumulate.

It’s a fraud. It’s an insult to our intelligence. It’s the utmost disrespect to our ancestors to allow these psychopaths to destroy the country our forebears worked so hard to build. I’m doing my bit to fight back. I’m wearing my shirts and drinking tea from my mug. I’m writing articles and tactfully trying to engage people in conversations. I am resisting the tyranny in every way that I can. As I say to my son, “I’m revolting”.

We all need to be revolting if we are going to save this country.