I truly hope that there are enough of us left to fight Mad Vax and become the Mad Max we need so desperately today.
If we are too small in number, then the Halls of Justice will surely overwhelm us and the Moronic Vax will spread like a plague - not of a flu virus but a virus of societal change and there will be no turning back. This is our last chance to stop the moronic madness that has overtaken the world.
Our Vanishing Point.
Welcome to the new Australia. " Tomorrow, in a world gone mad, the only law will be a renegade squad of suicidal cops. The open road will be controlled by gangs of glory roaders. Max is a cop, one of the best. Toecutter is a glory rider, one of the most sadistic. Both want the other dead. But only one can have his way. Mad Max. You don't want to make Max mad. Because when Max gets mad, he gets even. " Welcome to dystopian Australia.
When I first watched Mad Max I found it hard to understand. Australia was, at that time, a land populated with emus, koala bears, kangaroos and a fairly pleasant group of people who baked lamingtons, ate vegemite on toast and marched on April 25th to honour those who served and died to keep us safe. We went fishing and cooked prawns on the barbie and played backyard cricket.
We sweltered in the summer heat and endured roast lamb on Christmas Day and smacked each other on the back and said " you bewdy! "
Aussies laughed and mucked on with life and swam, surfed, rode horses, sheared sheep and laughed and said " This is Australia. "
It was 1978 when I had fled my homeland of New Zealand and found my new home. One year later, an Australian movie was launched onto the international stage that sadly too much resembled the gang ravaged New Zealand that I had fled. It featured gangs who had taken over the societal norms and had transformed a once peaceful and racially harmonious nation into a hotbed of diversity and fear.
I was fearful of the snakes and spiders that do not plague New Zealand's pastures or nooks and crannies. Australia is renowned for its predisposition to having toxic jellyfish, snakes, stone fish and poisonous spiders. However, they were preferable to the blatant disregard of my Rights and my ability to function in a meaningful way anymore.
But back to my departure from New Zealand. I preferred the risk of a snake bite to the risk of a rape from a violent gang of bikies who terrorised the people and the police were ordered to leave alone. I find it strange that the maori bikie gangs who raped and treated us as objects of plunder now patrol the borders in New Zealand on the orders of the New Zealand Government.
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While I sat and watched this dystopian Mel Gibson movie, filmed on a minuscule budget of about $300,000. ( I always thought it was $100,000 but I could be wrong. I have, on occasion, been known to be wrong. Not often, but sometimes) I found it chilling and unnerving.
As one commenter and critic said " This classic is set a few years from now, a dangerous, desolate world of the future where rules the strongest law and useless Halls of Justice."
Well, the Halls of Justice are about as useless as " tits on a bull " these days, and we are in a situation where it will soon be every man for himself.
I suppose I am at the stage where it is every man for himself;. And no, I am not going to dignify that with an explanation of his her - you all know exactly what I mean. If the leftie luvvies don't like it, don't read this.
We have gone from a dystopian future of Mad Max to a dystopian future of " Mad Vax"
This so called virus has done what no snake or funnel web or redback spider has done before: turn Australia into wobbly jellies afraid of their own shadows and terrified of the flu
How did we become so weak? So spineless? So frightened? When did we change from fearless to fearful?
Our once brave and " she'll be right mate " mantra has become a lament of " protect ME! " and the Halls of Justice hold our hands and reassure us that all is under control.
We have turned the sovereignty of our lives and free will, free thought and freedom of choice over to our governments and are seemingly grateful for their intervention.
How did this happen?
We have gone from a Nation of Monash and Menzies to a nation of Mad Vax and vain selfie taking social media idiots who no longer value individual thought and defer to the GROUP THINK that is so prevalent today.
I must ask this question. How did this cunning and sneaky moronic variant of the virus manage to travel to Australia, despite only the vaccinated being allowed to come here? How the hell does that happen?
How is it that when we were not vaccinated, we had fewer deaths?
Why are we being locked down when nearly 80% of the population have had the Clot Shot?
When did our states become Halls of Justice where no justice exists?
Why did our Federal government drop the ball and let the Toebreakers loose?
Is the Moronic Mutant merely a mask worn to disguise the fact that so many are ill and dead or dying because of side effects from the vaccines?
We seem to have our renegade cops - our Mad Max's today. Craig Kelly, Riccardo Bosi, Aussie Cossack to name a few.
But the Halls of Justice are seeing politician after politician announcing retirement.
Like rats deserting the sinking ship, they are packing their bags and buggering off and leaving the fight to others. I don't blame them. But when the Halls of Justice and Main Stream Media attack you, what on earth do you do? No wonder they are calling it quits when they are being pilloried by the media and the left.
The one thing Max never did was give up.
What I fear is that the Mad Vax will ultimately beat Mad Max and we will all wonder why we never fought back.
American version of the promotional video.
When the politicians start buggering off, you know things are grim. What concerns me is that they are leaving and were never with us in the first place.
As we mark the anniversary of The Eureka Stockade, I cannot help but reflect on how little fighting spirit there is left.
Maybe the only way forward is a Eureka moment? Or are we still a penal colony and still in chains?
We have never been quitters. We battle floods, bushfires, droughts and have always found time and passion to battle our enemies.
We never quit,
And that is why we won.
Because we have always said " I can't go on. I will go on. " - Beckett
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