The Rapture: Australia Undone

  Then on Earth, just as in a parallel police force, a parallel realm in which its entities moved in any direction, not just left or right or enveloping the planet in the chaos of a spiritual war, but backwards and forwards in time. They had always walked amongst us, but now there was an urgency to the step, as we peered back in history to this moment, stunned by the strange ordinariness of it, the primitive thought motions of the natives, the primitiveness, essentially, of all of it. This was a species on the edge of transformation, yet the true ordinariness of those history had revered, it was hard to capture, hard to understand, and yet so it had been. Old Alex had watched Warwick, whose intimacies he had shared half a century before, pour the ashes of his dead lover of 46 years into Sydney Harbour, standing out there on a rock, ceremonial, the audience watching, the mark of the gift, a leading figure in Australia's arts, and yet here it was, here he was, old Johnny Allen, being...

  What was the last straw? What was the final factor that threw the population into open revolt? What happened to this country in those years, and why, truly, why? How did the level of malevolence, the deliberate promotion of chaos, get to this point?  Was it so-called Helmet Boy urging white genocide to middle aged women celebrating Australia Day. Was it the open disparity between Invasion Day and Australia Day, stirred ceaselessly by the left. Was it the nation's senior Labor politicians all congratulating India on its 77th anniversary of Republic Day, on the same day as Australia Day, January 26th. Was it the growing band of poverty that spread its tentacles from the utterly ignored working class into the middle class; trashing the lives of people who had worked hard, done the right thing, so to speak, done what was expected of them, loyal to their friends and community, diligent in their work habits. Well it was poverty, in the end, that drove them over the edge, as the da...

  Then they rose, and were interested, for history was on the turn, not just in this tiny enclave, this corner of the world, where the climbing roses he had planted the year before were reaching the deck and weeding needed to be done. But everywhere, between nations, as Elon Musk proclaimed an era of universal abundance, a claim so unlikely he was forced to disagree with one of the seminal figures of the age.  Not that any of it mattered. The Indian Inundation, as Fred Pawle called it, was igniting backlash across the country. Australia Day had turned into a turmoil. The white genocide can't come soon enough, or words to that effect, said one young indigenous man on a bike, telling Australian Day picnickers marking what they thought was their national day. Would he get charged with Hate Speech, aka the new laws jammed through parliament. Of course not. The whole thing was an ill-thought out shemozzle. A dog's breakfast. All the rest of the epithets that now flowed so freely. A...