The Rapture: Australia Undone

  The holy grail. We had to get back to work. The beginning of Empire. Not before time. He turned 74 the following month, and was suddenly old, well, older. Mistakes, abnegation, lack of character, or courage. Everything can be fixed my dear man.  The voices no longer rang: Blessed Art Thou. Instead: You Need To Be Rescued. After all the betrayal. After all their connivance. After those snivelling worms turned on each other, embarrassed by their own deceit. They had been eating him for months; and now the worm had turned. The time lords had been and gone and would be back again. And this country, this once great country, was being destroyed by the worst this country had to offer, the worst, indeed, that mankind had to offer. The grubs who had betrayed us all. https://asenseofplacemagazine.com/scathing-backlash-australian-labor-partys-disaster-budget/ Millions Of Aussies Are About To Be Hit With Hidden Taxes In 2027 Budget | They Tried to Bury this This Budget was packaged as r...

  MAINSTREAM HEADLINES SKY NEWS https://www.skynews.com.au/ Police arrest 20 at pro-Palestine rally in Brisbane for outlawed chants in first major test of Queensland's new speech laws A Brisbane protest has become the first major test of Queensland’s new hate speech laws, with police arresting 20 people after banned slogans were chanted. GUARDIAN AUSTRALIA https://www.theguardian.com/au Did Harry and Meghan tour Australia to make money – or cosplay a return to royal life? In Aussie parlance, Meghan and Prince Harry’s whirlwind visit down under was the very definition of a “Claytons” tour. Claytons in Australia is primarily known as a cultural phrase for a substitute, fake or ersatz version of something, the saying evolving from a 1970s/80s non-alcoholic beverage marketed as “the drink you have when you’re not having a drink”. Yes, Harry and Meghan are royals. But this was not a royal tour. It was something very different. A $3,200 ‘girls’ weekend like no other’ where you got to mee...

War crimes. As if everything had gone wrong at the same time, as if no one cared, as if the dread much of the world's population felt was a real thing, an evil mist seeping across the planet. While in this remote spot those strange white fledglings, barely out of their eggshells, lined the cliffs and waited. Time sweeps before us all; and here, he had to begin again. The fuel crisis meant the entire country was imperilled. And yet, here we were, in some kind of false dawn, an Indian summer after an entirely indifferent summer, which in Australia officially stretched from December to February. Here, on 17 April, 2026, deliberate, terrifying, those who held power misused it, and  those who sought oblivion destroyed themselves, and the cosy middle class comforts that the aging cohorts of the area clutched to themselves, they, too, were being swept aside. He stared in horror. He didn't understand what was happening, the way the spirits moved through the trees and the wind picked ac...

  The osprey hovered over the site each morning. The forces stirred. He was at a loss how to deal with any of it. The Iran War began in the Middle East, and how any of it would end was anybody's guess. We, that is Australians, were being fed bullshit at scale, at a massive scale, and the silence that made them weep, the peregrine falcons that would hover over that same site, they, at least, were clear in their intent. While the osprey, four of them now, the parents who had hatched their young out on that pier and now swept above with their offspring, as if all our flying dreams were hatched from despair, because how would you feel, having seen so many dreams and flights of fancy crash land on this barren plain, the one that ran behind our eyes as we exchanged banalities at the dog park. And the osprey soared above. He was welcomed by the victimhood, or the sisterhood, Paul, the editor at the local paper was moving on to a job as press officer for the Kiama Council, and his own rout...