CHINESE AIRSTRIKE I see the bomb get dropped from my balcony in Brunswick. A Chinese air strike on Australian shores. The very next day there’s a march down Collins Street in opposition of the Government’s decision to deport Chinese nationals. The ABC says that it’s only a modest infraction and not an act of war like the conspiracy theorists believe. The army took a week to respond because it was waiting for the new gender neutral uniforms to arrive. Then it refused to engage with the Chinese soldiers on our shores because their battalions didn’t comply with the DEI criteria. Our electric tanks took 6 hours to reach full charge. Then for the next week the wind didn’t blow and the tanks just sat there useless in the red dust of the Simpson Desert. Penny Wong sent foreign aid to China. Lidia Thorpe celebrated the death of colonisers then got taken hostage. The academics at the University of Naarm kept arguing that their studies showed China would never invade, right up until the point a cluster bomb fell on them. All the Marxists celebrated being invaded by a dictator. But then they realised they didn’t get oat milk lattes in the hard labour camps. They learned the hard way that the communist utopia is fake. Joe Biden sent American troops to Austria by accident. Albanese was on holiday in Fiji. Dan Andrews was a general in the Chinese army. And I got jailed for posting a video of the invasion on Facebook. Apparently I was enforcing dangerous stereotypes.

It’s another fine day to overdose on caffeine and sit staring at an Excel spreadsheet. Under these fluorescent lights you’re getting neutered by the HR department. Don’t have an opinion. Don’t make a sound. Just do some work that’ll probably get scrapped anyway. Do you think that it’s strange to have to ask permission to go on holiday? Do you think that it’s normal to eat tinned cat food for lunch? Do you ever wonder why wages haven’t gone up since 1970? You’re a fully grown adult, but your lifestyle has given you a beer gut and turned you into a coward. No wonder your wife doesn’t love you and your kids can’t stand you. “Oh no I can’t do that, I have to follow the policy!” Shut up you nerd. Grow a pair and do what needs to be done. The evidence is right in front of you. They’re taxing and inflating you into poverty and it’s obvious that it’s all a ploy to satiate you to the point where you’re not inspired to rise up but you have to because living like this is not an option you were built for more you were made for more and you know that which is why you’re depressed and on pills drinking red wine just to fall asleep. You’ve lived a life characterised by lost dreams and failures. You’re a disappointment to everyone who believed in you. You’re running out of time you must take action urgently.

One thing that I didn’t anticipate when I started publishing my writing was the support I’d receive from the ₿itcoin community. But I suppose in hindsight it makes sense. Because they’ve been calling out the government scam since the 80s (shout out to Tim May et al). And now they’ve innovated a way to escape the fake money system using technology. There's no question that ₿itcoin is a bulwark against the totalitarianism inherent in giving control of your money to banks and governments. You don’t own your money. You can’t withdraw it as cash. You pay fees on every transaction. You're taxed every time it changes hands. And they'll freeze your account if you buy the wrong thing, or speak out online. It’s all fake. And it’s all a control mechanism. It’s a system designed to benefit the people who create the money we use. All of this seems obvious to me. So I spoke about the intersection of dystopian fiction and ₿itcoin with Carri Cee. It was a thought provoking discussion. She asks the big questions! I’m grateful to have received the opportunity to come on.

DROWNING IN LEGISLATION The law is a weapon used by the government to strangle the life out of Australians. The average citizen is suffocated through their perverted obsession with safety. You’re not allowed to go fishing, hunting, buy a weapon, build the type of property you want, take cash out of the bank, smoke where you want, drink where you want, gamble, hike, camp, light a fire, or own an animal. And I notice that the people around me are too scared to do anything for fear of breaching a rule. They’re not sure which rule specifically, but they know that if they simply behave like a human for a long enough period of time they’ll be in breach of some piece of fake legislation. It’s gotten so out of hand that no single lawyer or politician truly understands the patchwork of legislation that’s been put in place. And I think that all these convoluted regulations serve a purpose In this way, if the government ever wants to make your life hell, there will always be some legal avenue available for them to do so. They can just dig through your past and find some obscure regulation that I didn’t adhere to in 1987. And so all that concern about your safety is fake. It's just a guise under which they can pass laws which restrict your freedoms. Obviously. It's the oldest trick in the book, but you fall for it every time. And I think it's obvious that we don't need all these rules Because we already had the laws right thousands of years ago. Moses realised that we only need 10. And in 1946, Radbruch explained to us how a slavish adherence to man-made law is what enabled the Nazi party to take control. And I see the same thing happening in Australia today. Our laws are totalitarian and the people love it. They love the smug sense of self-satisfaction they get when they write to the Council about their neighbour who put a shade sail up without approval. And when I see this, I understand how Nazi Germany happened. I think we’re probably closer to that point than we care to realise. Because human nature is inert. We've always craved power and control. And left unchecked, it runs rampant.

ECSTACY IN FIAT Constant global war funded by ever-increasing debt. Heavily taxed citizens with ever-diminishing freedoms. You can’t spend your money on just anything. We must approve your purchases. And only those who toe the party line can participate in the economy. Money is controlled by the Government. (As it should be). All transactions go through a State-approved intermediary. Nobody is allowed to transact directly. We print fake money then lend it to you for profit. Every time you use our fake money, we charge you a fee. Every time you earn our fake money, we charge you a tax. If you spend too much of our fake money, we sell your house. But if we’re the ones who spend too much fake money? Well, let’s just say we have options. The house never loses. But the people on the other side of the table do. I print my way out of trouble and you pay the price. Don’t pay attention to the levels of debt. And don’t ask questions when I tell you the debt’s good. How many experts does it take to create a truth? How many repetitions until a lie becomes reality? I paid ten economists to say quantitative easing won’t cause inflation. And now that’s printed in the news as fact. Believe my facts and ignore your own eyes. Technology is lowering the cost of production. Yet you’re running on a treadmill struggling to pay rent. You’re not allowed to notice this. And you have to believe me when I tell you everything’s great. Even though my rate rises will collapse the economy. And then all my friends will buy up your houses. You thought that if you worked hard you’d get ahead. But that’s not true. All that matters in this rigged game is gaining access to the fiat before the peasants. Then convincing the money printer to do its thing.

Income tax is theft. Capital gains tax is theft. Stamp duty is theft. Fuel excise is theft. Compulsory acquisition is theft. Payroll tax is theft. GST is theft. Rates are theft. Luxury car tax is theft. Import duties are theft. Rego fees are theft. ☭

Things Australians love: 1. Big government 2. High taxes 3. Unaffordable homes 4. Lockdowns 5. Different laws for each race What else?

THE WAR IS ON OUR SHORES Every city street is flooded with supporters of Palestine. And in the blink of an eye the talking heads on TV morphed from Constitutional law experts into military strategists and historians. I notice that I’m being force-fed a certain narrative by the Australian mainstream media about this war, even though it’s happening on the other side of the world (and should theoretically be of little interest to both them and me). By this stage I’m smart enough to know why this is happening, however. And now Albanese is flying to America to discuss the war with a dementia patient. Part of me thinks that Albanese’s probably grateful the war broke out when it did. It’s a welcome distraction from his numerous failures, of which the $500 million spent on a referendum which was clearly doomed is just one. But he shouldn’t be running off to America to discuss an irrelevant conflict in the middle of the desert. We have real problems at home that he’s been ignoring for the past 18 months. Australians hoped that he would have the time to deal with these once October 14 had passed, but I’m not sure that he knows how to do anything beyond create compelling spectacles. This is evidenced by the fact that everything is more expensive than it’s ever been. Last year a visit to the doctor was free, now it’s $100. Remember when he said that your power bill would go down by $250? And remember how Dan Andrews spent $600 million on not hosting the Commonwealth Games? When you properly think about what the government has done to us since 2020, you realise that these people actively treat you with contempt. They waste all of your money, forcing you to eat beans out of a can to make sure you have enough money to keep the lights on. This situation should make you want to riot in the streets. But they’ve completely neutered you through regulations, oppression, and propaganda. Australians are like the mental patients in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest – opting to be trapped inside a prison because it’s easier than facing the chaos of freedom. The communists have absolutely wrecked middle class Australia. They should be taking drastic action to fix it, but they don’t care because there’s no negative consequences to failing as a politician. So instead of concentrating on the things that matter to Australians, they’ll keep being distracted by business class flights and fund-raising dinners. But I think we have a bigger issue than our broken economy. Conflict on our shores It looks like every Western nation has been invaded without anybody noticing. I didn’t think I’d ever see the steps of the Opera House desecrated by the blood thirsty chants of barbarians. And I didn’t think I’d ever hear calls for Jihad being chanted in the streets of London. The ABC will probably say that I’m bigoted, but I don’t actually want this third world dispute to erupt here. And I think that recent immigrants should cut ties with the barbaric warlords back home. There’s a reason that Australia is better than the countries that they came from: our culture. So it’s in their best interests to assimilate and learn our way of life. But it doesn’t look like they want to. It looks like they want to riot in the streets and fight in a war. Which is fine: they’re free to go back to whichever backwards desert nation they came from to do that. But don’t do it here. Not on my shores. And as if that wasn’t enough, we now have people calling for violent decolonisation of Australians by equating the aboriginal plight with the Palestinian plight. But I’ve never seen weapons of war directed at aboriginals, only welfare payments. So it’s not really that easy to compare the two. But that doesn’t stop people like Briggs, Mayo, and Langton espousing dangerous rhetoric to raise tensions. It feels to me like we’re inching towards our own civil war moment. People are getting poorer, conflict is erupting overseas, and racial tensions are being stoked by people who should know better. I’ve heard people say that it couldn’t happen in Australia. Their only argument in support of this contention is that this is Australia, and things like that ‘just don’t happen here’. But if you think that we’re immune to civil unrest then you’re naïve and deserve what’s coming. We’re a nation comprised of humans. There is no doubt that we are susceptible to the one thing that has been constant through human history: conflict. We might be able to avoid it if someone steps up into a leadership position. But every politician is more concerned with extracting value out of the populous than they are with actually doing something of value. So we’ll keeping heading towards the abyss. Doomed to repeat the mistakes of those who came before us.

They tell me I have white privilege, but I can’t see it. I pay more for concert tickets, and the interest rate on my mortgage is higher. I’m lower down the queue to get surgery. I have to pay my own way through school and university. And nobody’s given me any reparations, even though my ancestors were shipped to the other side of the world as prisoners. Every history book has been rewritten to erase our accomplishments, and our contributions to society are ignored. Somehow people think the Westminster System just spontaneously came into existence. Propaganda paints us as evil. All our monuments are being dismantled. And our presence in society is something that they’re trying to erase. They tell me that I’m guilty by virtue of my skin colour. They tell me that I have to pay rent to live on the land my family’s called their own for 8 generations. They tell me that I shouldn’t speak my mind, that I need to make space for others. But I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to constrain my excellence to give someone else a turn. Because it seems like the only way you can level the playing field is to rig the whole game against me. And I refuse to live in some communist hellscape where equity is the endgame. I want meritocracy.

This is it. The journey between birth and death. It’s happening to you right now. It has meaning, if you pay attention. But that meaning won’t be found by desperately scrolling through a social media algorithm. The world of plastic lights and megabytes obfuscates the true nature of reality. Endless dopamine makes you a slave to the digital overlord and you’re entertaining yourself to death. Distracted, you fail to achieve the things you know you’re capable of achieving. You numb the pain with alcohol. And the only people who will associate with you are losers who ruin your mind with the parasitic infection of groupthink. And you never experience what life is truly meant to be. Not as far as I can tell. And then there’s those who seek meaning through fighting ‘the enemy’. But this too is a hollow pursuit. How many dead bodies will make you satisfied? Genghis Kahn couldn’t stop. Because the reality is that the enemy is internal, and no amount of annihilation will satiate your blood lust. Solzhenitsyn said that the battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man. And Jung said that no tree can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell. This means that our enemy is not the person on the other side of the political aisle, or across the border. It is incumbent on us to confront and tame the evil inside of us. If we fail to do so, we’re at risk of losing control of the shadow and subjecting the world to its unbridled manifestations. And that’s where the meaning is: in developing your own character. Spend time by yourself to find out what is truly real, and what you truly think. Then let yourself be burned by the fire of risk. This is the only way to progress beyond the surface-level existence you’re currently living. And the time to do all of this is now. Urgency is imperative. You can’t let your time be monopolised by trivial pleasures. Or a tyrannical overlord. Brutal, ruthless control over your schedule is required. And laser focus on the tasks which move you closer to greatness. You overestimate what you can achieve in a year, but underestimate what you can achieve in ten. What are you waiting for?

CACOPHONY IV World War 3 started 18 months ago. And the whole world's axis has tilted. But you didn't realise because the news told you to focus on the Voice. But that was an ill-conceived proposal which we voted against decisively. They'll blame the outcome on "misinformation" and then try to censor us all. (They won't get me because I'm on Nostr and have my email list). At least we know that celebrity coercion doesn't work anymore. And everyone's stopped believing corporations and mainstream media. Finally. Is this the end of big government? Are we finally tired of being assaulted by taxation and propaganda? Perhaps. But it's probably too little too late. Because I still think we're witnessing the Fall of Empire. The debasement of our currency is an indicator of that. We know that this is what got the Romans (partly). Greedy leaders punishing the populous to fund their wars and vanity projects. And I'll never forget that our currency was debased to fund greedy bankers and a virus invented by Anthony Fauci. The Ukraine war, too. And now we're paying the price. There's one clear winner from money printing, and it's not me. There's one clear winner in war, and it's not me. And someone would have benefited from the Voice proposal, but it wouldn't have been me. Or the Aboriginals. And now they tell me that colonisation justifies genocide? And at the same time they're calling me a coloniser? Look out for the people who equate the plight of Aboriginals with the plight of Palestinians. They're closeted war-mongers looking for blood to be shed on our own shores. Communist flags flown at the Voice rallies taught me a lesson. And now Aboriginal flags flown at the Hamas rallies teach me a lesson. Decolonisation is code word for genocide. Don't forget that. And don't let them censor the internet. Free communication is the only defence to tyranny.

The bank froze all my money Because I bought some crypto I thought the money was mine But the bank thinks it’s theirs And since I can’t get it back It looks like it’s theirs You don’t own your money Or your house Or your super They control it all

LOST IN THE LABYRINTH All the stories have been told, and all the lessons have been learned. But we’ve failed to move any closer to the centre of the labyrinth. Disoriented, we wander aimlessly back and forth at its entrance, failing to make any meaningful progress inward. Are we fated to repeat the same mistakes for all eternity? This question makes me claustrophobic. But as I sit here watching the thirteenth remake of Thor, and listening to sententious academics preach the merits of communism, it’s clear that the answer to my question is yes. We’re trapped in a perpetual purgatory where there are no new stories, and the only strategy politicians can come up with is to run into the same brick wall, but from a different angle. I’ve read the history books. I know where that road leads. And if we really do have a duty to show God the beauty of his creation, then fully utilising our capacity for conscious thought would be a great way to do this. But we’re hindered by our consistent refusal to learn lessons from our past, insisting instead to learn solely through the pain of mistake. This atavistic tendency explains why Meditations is still relevant after 2,000 years. Unlike our technology, which improves rapidly, our nature is static. We’re in an intellectual and spiritual deadlock. And the hubris of modern humans means that we’re blind to this tendency. The harsh lessons of the 19th and 20th centuries are eschewed due to perceived irrelevance, and we’re currently engaged in the wholesale destruction of the institutions which underpin our civilisation. This destruction is purportedly propitiation to new gods with which I’m not familiar. From what I can gather, there’s a belief that if we appease these new gods, they will free us from some vaguely asserted ‘oppression’ which supposedly characterised our past. They say that once the framework of the Western world has been dismantled, humanity will spontaneously propel forward into a new epoch characterised by morality, virtue, and abundance. But I don’t buy it. And from what I can tell, society is atrophying, not excelling. We haven’t been to the Moon in 50 years. We don’t fly supersonic on Concorde anymore. We’re more depressed than ever. Nobody can buy a house. There’s a new tax every day. Censorship is increasing. Most marriages end in divorce. Institutions can’t be trusted. And our words have lost all their meaning. Everybody is aware of this accelerating degeneration, yet nobody will engage with it in any meaningful way. Instead, we’re subjected to this inane public discourse, which appears to be more concerned with the obfuscation of issues than their resolution. I’m tired of being forced to navigate the quagmire of mindless tribalism and disingenuous doublespeak. And I’m tired of being trapped inside this sterile, brutalist environment which is seemingly designed to disconnect the individual from the divine. It’s made us lose touch with the universal. And in the process we’ve been deluded into believing that reality is confined to this mundane, sublunary plane. I think that’s why we’re lost in this metaphorical labyrinth of existence. - John Goddard

CONSTANT SURVEILLANCE I wake up to Alexa’s ominous red eye staring at me from the corner of my apartment. It follows my every move as I get ready for the day. Although it sits there silently, I know that the AI behind it is carefully measuring the social and environmental impact of all my actions. It records everything: my energy consumption, the environmental rating of the clothes I’m wearing, and even the social justice rating of the media I’m consuming. Somewhere deep within the bowels of the Capitol Building, a team of Social Scientists reviews my decisions in order to give me a Social Score. And this Social Score determines my place within the Organised Economy. Suddenly, my retina lights up It’s a notification that my monthly universal basic income has been credited to my Central Digital Bank account. Now I know that I have to get to the grocery store as quickly as possible. Because these days inflation increases weekly. If I wait too long, I won’t be able to afford enough food to last me the month. So I ask Alexa for a car, and after a few minutes a State-owned driverless vehicle arrives at my door. Before I’m permitted to enter the vehicle, I’m forced to watch an ad for this new drink called Pfizade. I wonder what’s in it? I stare blankly out the car window as a fleet of drones films the entirety of my 12-minute trip to the grocery store. Inside the store, I vaguely notice a mechanical whirr as those same drones follow me up and down the aisles, watching intently as I select my food items. Most of the shelves are empty, but that’s normal these days. I navigate my way through a mass of Citizens with sunken eyes and sallow skin, who are all scrambling to get nutrients before they’re driven further into poverty by inflation. I keep my head down as I shuffle past them, careful not to engage in unnecessary conversation. Because I know that saying the wrong thing is punishable by an immediate fine and reduction in Social Score. I’ve even heard that simply looking at someone for too long can be considered a crime these days, depending on where that person sits in the Victimhood Hierarchy. But it’s hard to say for sure. You see, it’s difficult to tell what the laws actually are; they seem malleable to the ever-changing whims of the Uni-Party. Eventually I make it to the fridges and I notice that there’s one steak left. My heart leaps with excitement. I can’t even remember the last time I saw a steak! I rush over to the fridge, but as I reach in to grab the steak, a bright red light flashes above me. I’m immediately surrounded by four drones, hovering at head height. “INSUFFICIENT CARBON ALLOWANCE!” They shriek at me in a semi-human AI generated voice. I watch in disappointment as my bone-thin arm returns the steak to the fridge and replaces it with a bug patty. As I leave the grocery store, I’m notified that my universal basic income account has been automatically debited $487.20. That’s almost $40 more than last month. I begin to wonder why prices keep increasing, since the Economic Liberation was supposed to bring about prosperity. But I quickly stop myself from thinking about it too much about it in case I commit a Thought Crime. At home, I heat up the flavourless bug patty for dinner. As I masticate on the unsatisfying goo, I find myself fantasising about the steak I wasn’t permitted to eat. I can’t remember the last time I felt satiated. As I step into the shower, I catch a glimpse of my emaciated body in the mirror. I don’t even notice that Alexa’s red eye is staring at it as well.

RIOT I don’t understand why you’re not rioting in the streets. They locked you up for 12 months and then caused all this inflation. Every aspect of your life is dictated by some fake government regulation. And now they’re trying to shut you up with the censorship bill? You get filmed everywhere you go, and they think you’re dumb enough to be controlled by propaganda. All your income gets eaten up by taxes, but you don’t even notice it because they’re all hidden. When I walk outside, I don’t get why everyone’s so calm. Don’t they notice that we’re living under a dictatorship? Or worse, a kleptocracy dressed up as a democracy? I mean, I think some people notice. They complain about how expensive things are. But they don’t actually DO anything about. And I think that’s because they’ve been beaten down to the point that they believe that the crushing weight of totalitarianism is INEVITABLE. This is what happens when you rob the population of their means to defend themselves. They become docile, compliant slaves. The Americans knew this, and they’re prepared to die for their right to defend themselves against tyranny. Australians are not. And it’s all I can see when I walk the streets. Downtrodden serfs living under communism. Complaining, but never acting. If you don’t want to get taxed more, you’re going to have to stand up and say “No”. Tell Albanese that we want our money out of the bloated public service and back in our own pockets. Then tell him to repeal all the fake regulations. Stop telling me how to live my life. And while you’re at it, abolish the ATO. How can you charge a capital gains tax if you’re not my partner in the venture? How can you justify taxing me to pay for a war in Ukraine? And how can you compulsorily acquire my land? It’s all State sanctioned theft under the threat of violence.

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?