Ok I’m starting to wrap my head around nostr. Can anybody recommend some good creators or other accounts I should be following and sending SATs?

At this stage, I don’t know what’ll happen first. Will I get taxed into poverty, inflated into poverty, or be driven into poverty by migration? In any event, it’s clear that my poverty is the end goal of government policy. Not poverty generally, but my poverty in particular. Because all my tax dollars go to Albanese’s friends via corruption and consulting fees. And the value extracted from me through inflation goes to asset owners and banks. Business owners too, when you think about it. The banking system is fake and all of our money is fake. If you can’t recognise this after the last three years, then you deserve what’s coming to you. They printed money like crazy just to lock us in our houses. Now the price of everything has tripled. And all the economists with half a brain said this would happen. But we were told that modern central banks had “advanced”; that they knew how to implement quantitative easing without wrecking the economy. The hubris of economists and politicians is the only historical constant. They keep asking us to follow them over the same cliff, telling us that gravity won’t pull us down this time. The Marxists exemplify this perfectly. They think their ideologies have “modernised” and “advanced”. They tell us that they’ll work this time, despite the catastrophic failures of the past. But centralised control will never work because value is subjective. Once you realise that, you realise that a central authority can’t control the economy. Individual actors need to be free to make economic choices. The Austrians understand this perfectly, but nobody will listen to them because they’re labelled as “fringe” by the establishment. That’s the same label they gave to the doctors who suggested that injecting yourself with poison that hadn’t been properly tested was a bad idea. The media has warped your reality. So much so that you’ve just accepted it as axiomatic that our money is controlled by the government. Why? Because some paid shill went on Sunrise and told you that was the best way forward? Well I don’t want my purchasing power to be determined by Jim Chalmers’ capabilities. Or that nutcase Michelle Bullock who thinks that climate change is part of her mandate as RBA Governor. I don’t want these condescending, Marxist moralists to have any control over my financial future whatsoever. And I definitely don’t want to be inflated into poverty. We all know what fixes this.

WRONGTHINK I just got fired for wrongthink. Then I find out that my bank account’s been frozen, too. I try to get an Uber back home but no cars will pick me up. How did Uber find out I committed wrongthink? I check my phone and apparently I’ve been banned from Instagram for the same reason. Then a social worker knocks on my door and takes my son from me. They tell me I’ve endangered my son by exposing him to wrongthink. The State will now house and re-educate him, ensuring that he is only exposed to Government-Approved facts. I feel my heart rate increase. I try to turn some lights on, but it looks like my power has been disconnected. I remember that I have some cash upstairs, so I decide to use that to buy some food whilst my bank accounts are frozen. But the grocery store tells me that it can’t accept cash. So now I can’t even buy food! I think I have some vague recollections of people warning me about the dangers of a cashless society… I call all my friends for help, but none of them want to talk to me. They’ve all been warned about my wrongthink. They know that if they talk to me on the phone for too long, they’ll get punished as well. I call the police to see if they can help me. They say no, but I’m referred to a Government-Approved Mental Support Officer. I tell her my situation, and she listens carefully. Once I’m done, I hear the Officer get extremely excited. She tells me that the Government has a new solution they’re trialing for people in my situation: a Euthanasia Care Package. She says it’s my best option. The best thing is that it’s $0 up front! They just charge a 58% tax on my estate. I ask if there are any other options, as this seems a bit heavy-handed. But she says that Euthanasia is perfect for people like me. She stresses that it’s a voluntary decision, but then adds that the Government will continue to deny me services until I opt in to the Euthanasia Care Package. I sit on the floor of my living room in despair. How could all of this happen to me? And just because I noticed that the TV was telling me lies? I didn’t even break any laws. These days it seems that there’s one set of rules for the people who repeat what the news tells them. And another set of rules for the people who speak out about the continuous stream of inconsistencies and outright lies that we are force-fed every day at 6pm. And these lies coming from the TV seem so obvious to me. So I wonder how other people don’t notice them. Why don’t they say anything? And then after a while I realise that they must notice them, but they’ve been forced to ignore their own eyes by this machinery of coercion. You see, governments, media, and corporations are now so interconnected globally that they can move in unison to unperson anyone who doesn’t say that 2 + 2 = 5. And so I was unpersoned for wrongthink. As if I’d committed a crime. But I wasn’t tried by a court, I was tried by this new judicial system. Where there’s no evidence, no trial, and no judge. Just a verdict and a punishment.

AT THE ALTER OF THE TRANS GODS I change my profile photo during Pride Month so everyone knows that I’m an #ally. I add my pronouns to my email signature even though I’m quite clearly a man. I play along with my “trans” colleague’s delusion by calling him Amy (despite the fact that nobody could mistake him for a woman). My daughter will be infertile when she’s older because her primary school teacher thought she should go on puberty blockers. I had no say in the matter. I have a rainbow flag bumper sticker on my Rav 4. My wife was molested by a man wearing a dress in a public bathroom. I pay extra tax so that trans people can have dedicated suicide hotlines. I wonder why I have to go out of my way to “affirm” people who are clearly just depressed outcasts. I ask a friend this question and he reports me to the State Diversity Department. They fine me for Bigotry and put me on a watch list. I wonder what that entails. I sit down at my computer and take bite of my Government-Approved Bug-Based Burger. I see photos of a “bottom surgery” and feel pity for people who think this is the pathway to happiness. I post about this on social media. As I’m about to take a second bite of my burger, the State Diversity Police crash through my living room window. I get tazed and handcuffed. I feel a heavy boot pushing down on my back. My face is pressed against the carpet. They tell me that I’ve committed the crime of Spreading Uncomfortable Truths. Apparently that’s when you share information on social media that is technically true, but does not support the State Narrative as prescribed by Dictator Andrews. I tell the cops that I didn’t realise that was a crime. And they tell me it’s prohibited by the COVID Emergency Powers, which are left over from the COVID Pandemic of 2020. I have a vague memory of my birthing parent telling me something about the COVID Pandemic. I ask the police if it’s normal for emergency powers to continue for 50 years. They add 1 count of Weaponised Curiosity to my charges. I get tried for my crimes by the Rainbow Court of Equitable Justice. The three judges trying my cases represent the full spectrum of known sexualities: the Chief Justice is a MAP, whilst the other two judges are a drag queen and a trans-abled trans-woman. They see they see the colour of my skin and find me guilty of all charges. I must receive the maximum possible sentence in accordance with the White Privilege Sentencing Laws of 2027. This means that I’m sentenced to death by bottom surgery. My heart sinks because I’ve seen photos of this horrific punishment online. I get taken to the Final Care Clinic so that I can be made another sacrifice at the alter of the Trans Gods.

I WRITE FAST FICTION Because it used to be that you’d buy some Pulp from Southern Cross to read on the long ride home down the Sandringham Line. But not now, man. Now we have Fast Fiction. Coz we’re living in the digital age. This is the internet of THINGS. We want our stories punchy and we want them relevant and we want them now. And they have to be in the feed, man. Because it’s not real unless it’s in the feed. And plus that’s where everybody’s at these days. Nobody’s hanging out analogue anymore. And it’s no use writing about something that happened last year. That’s done, that’s over. That’s yesterday’s news and nobody wants to know about it. The Modern World exists in a 24 hour News Cycle. So it’s Fiction, but Fast. That’s why I smoke cigarettes and write stories on my iPhone. Because from my small island nation I can reach the world. And at first I found it strange that my Australian-Centric Semi-Fiction got shared internationally. I was surprised that people in New Zealand, Canada, America, and the UK, related to what I was saying. But now I know why. Global corporations are working with national governments to control Western citizens. And for some reason most companies are owned by Blackrock. And for some reason it’s beneficial to Blackrock if you cut off your dick and become a communist. And they’re also trying to put fake indigenous people in power. And speech is being censored like never before. Weak people get off on the thought of the government controlling what we say. But those of us who are capable and intelligent know that that’s a slippery slope. And plus we don’t want the government interfering in our lives. And I think we all owe a debt of gratitude to Elon Musk for paying $44 billion to save free speech. Without him we would still be living in 2021 where the truth was silenced. Now on Twitter we can actually have conversations and, finally, people can say things that are controversial. So I write Fast Fiction. And it makes some people mad. But they don’t understand that I just write shit I think is funny. And when some blue haired they/them gets triggered it makes my day. I think that communists will destroy Australia. I think Lidia Thorpe is a terrorist. I think Louis CK is funny and I think COVID was a scam. I just want to move to the Cayman Islands to pay no tax and leave Albo behind me. But my wife won’t let me so I need an outlet. That’s why I write Fast Fiction.

I WRITE FAST FICTION Because it used to be that you’d buy some Pulp from Southern Cross to read on the long ride home down the Sandringham Line. But not now, man. Now we have Fast Fiction. Coz we’re living in the digital age. This is the internet of THINGS. We want our stories punchy and we want them relevant and we want them now. And they have to be in the feed, man. Because it’s not real unless it’s in the feed. And plus that’s where everybody’s at these days. Nobody’s hanging out analogue anymore. And it’s no use writing about something that happened last year. That’s done, that’s over. That’s yesterday’s news and nobody wants to know about it. The Modern World exists in a 24 hour News Cycle. So it’s Fiction, but Fast. That’s why I smoke cigarettes and write stories on my iPhone. Because from my small island nation I can reach the world. And at first I found it strange that my Australian-Centric Semi-Fiction got shared internationally. I was surprised that people in New Zealand, Canada, America, and the UK, related to what I was saying. But now I know why. Global corporations are working with national governments to control Western citizens. And for some reason most companies are owned by Blackrock. And for some reason it’s beneficial to Blackrock if you cut off your dick and become a communist. And they’re also trying to put fake indigenous people in power. And speech is being censored like never before. Weak people get off on the thought of the government controlling what we say. But those of us who are capable and intelligent know that that’s a slippery slope. And plus we don’t want the government interfering in our lives. And I think we all owe a debt of gratitude to Elon Musk for paying $44 billion to save free speech. Without him we would still be living in 2021 where the truth was silenced. Now on Twitter we can actually have conversations and, finally, people can say things that are controversial. So I write Fast Fiction. And it makes some people mad. But they don’t understand that I just write shit I think is funny. And when some blue haired they/them gets triggered it makes my day. I think that communists will destroy Australia. I think Lidia Thorpe is a terrorist. I think Louis CK is funny and I think COVID was a scam. I just want to move to the Cayman Islands to pay no tax and leave Albo behind me. But my wife won’t let me so I need an outlet. That’s why I write Fast Fiction.

New from Twitter. Trying to figure out NOSTR. Excited for freedom!

I WANTED TO BUILD A HOUSE So I saved up for ten years and bought a vacant block of land. Then paid $50,000 in stamp duty. And another $28,000 in mortgage repayments whilst waiting to get planning approval. For some reasons it took council 18 months to decide whether to let me build a house on the land that I owned. Which is in a residential zone, by the way. At first they said my fence was too green. Then my windows were too low. Then we needed to do a bushfire survey. Then I had to get an ecology report. Then I had to redesign the whole thing because they wouldn’t let me pull a tree down. They promised the redesign would get approved. But then they said I needed to consult with the local aboriginal tribe. So I did that, and the aboriginals said my land was on sacred ground. So now I’m not allowed to build there at all. And I have to pay the aboriginals rent, plus a Sacred Site Maintenance Levy. I try to sell the land, but nobody will buy it. Interest rates double and I can’t afford to hold the land. I skip a meal, and then another. The aboriginals put my rent up. Council puts my rates up. I get charged a Vacancy Levy because I’ve failed to build a house on the land. My job fires me because having too many white men working there is ‘bad for optics’. Now I’m homeless and I have to camp on my vacant land. But apparently this is illegal and the council fines me. Sleeping outside makes me sick so I go to hospital. The doctor says I need urgent treatment. I can’t afford the treatment, and my Medicare Levy doesn’t cover it for some reason. They offer me a Euthanasia Care Package as an alternative. And I feel grateful to live in a first world nation with multiple health care options. As they’re providing me with treatment, I wonder if the remining equity in my land will be enough to cover my Death Tax.