There is no Australia anymore.

That idea died long ago and it lies buried beneath the rubble of a nation that could-have-been.

Now this island is nothing more than a random patch of dirt that houses tax serfs and debt slaves.

It hates me and everyone like me.

The political class abandoned me, the central bank robbed me blind, and the housing market’s a Ponzi scheme.

I can’t buy a home, or start a family, or be proud of my history.

They stripped out everything that made Australia a nation. Now it’s a husk, globalist sludge. A place where you and I exist and work, but build nothing.

So there’s nothing left of “Australia the Idea”.

There’s just “Australia the Place”: a geographic location where everyone is welcome, because our national religion is house prices and GDP.