⸻⸻ ⸻ ⸻⸻ RECKONING CODE ⸻⸻ ⸻ ⸻⸻ HYPOCRISY IN BLACK ⸻⸻ ⸻ ⸻⸻ If the sky is truly falling… Why are we still the world’s biggest coal peddlers? 400 million tonnes shipped out every year. Burned abroad into roughly one billion tonnes of CO₂. More than triple what we emit at home. But here’s the sleight of hand they conveniently bury - Scope 3 emissions. The ones that happen when our exported coal is burned overseas. Direct burns here - Counted. Power we buy from the grid? - Counted. But the massive emissions from the black gold we sell? Conveniently ignored. Not in our net-zero targets. Not in our Paris promises. The buyer claims it. We claim the cash. $60–120 billion a year flowing in. While farmers stand on cracked earth, chained to transmission towers feeding distant city glow. Holding faded photos of the pioneers who carved this nation from dirt… …watching our inheritance sold raw, only to buy back energy insecurity at markup prices. If this is an absolute emergency - Stop the exports. Full embargo. Tomorrow. No more excuses of 'someone else will sell it.' Lead with crisis conviction. Not with calculated profit. Rural Australia is shackled for the cause. Urban Australia signalled to sleep easy. Elites pocket the dividends either way. Let's save the planet. Instead of this selective sacrifice. Wrapped in green. Or is it time to shatter the chains. Keep the resources here. Forge the reactors on our soil. Thorium. Uranium. Sovereignty. Australian fuel powering Australian lives. No more selling the farm… …to feed a farce. The farmer still remembers. Do we? ⸻⸻ ⸻ ⸻⸻ 2026 - THE RECKONING ⸻⸻ ⸻ ⸻⸻ AUSTRALIA FIRST ⚡️🫡🇦🇺 ⸻⸻ ⸻ ⸻⸻

We’re going backwards fast. This clip pretty much sums up the mess Australia is in. For 10 out the last 15 quarters, per capital growth has gone backwards and over the four years since Albanese has been elected per capita growth has gone backwards. It’s worth nothing the economic turmoil caused by Morrison’s response to Covid lit the match for this economic malaise. No major party has a plan to lift Australia’s prosperity. Tax rates and regulations need to be slashed, infrastructure needs to be funded and built, profits need to stop going offshore and our education/immigration sectors need to be completely revamped. People First has the solutions to address these issues. Please lend your support by signing up at Peoplefirstparty.au today.

FIRE THE WITCH DITCH THE LIAR The Prime Misogynist - the art of the craft. Red brick bleeds under Melbourne sky, the city cannot look away. Jacinta, locked, mid snarl, glasses catching the glare of every unfunded hose, every fire station ledger that quietly closed while the premier posed in hi vis for the evening feed. The witch and her cauldron stirs every toxic potion to undermine Australians. Not a metaphor. Only the diagnosis. She sold the state a future of green hellfire and left the real fires to the insurance assessors. Then the smug Albanese, suit carved from the same Teflon cloth as every promise Slipped away, face steady as the tax he swore would never rise. Ditch the Liar, the paint commands, because the transcript he never kept is now the mortgage every household pays. Cost of living was ‘transitory.’ Power prices were ‘the plan.’ Your kids ‘the generational inheritance oblivion’ Line items reclassified as ‘compassion.’ Degenerate vermin The scorn of Australia The rat The only honest witness in the frame. rises from the drains where the real accounting is measured. No alliteration. No spin. Just the verdict written in the language of the streets they swore and failed to protect. The overdue notice is in full public view. A truck named ‘misogyny.’ Labelled ‘disgusting.’ Their definition grossly distorted. The bricks answered with two metres of silence, pedestrians slow, look up, and for once the script stalls in their throats. This is not protest. This is the receipt. This is the moment the machine’s two favourite faces are forced to stare back at what they actually are when the lights are off and the polls go dark. Fire the witch. Ditch the liar. The rat already knows the rest. It lives where the waste ends up. It has seen the numbers. It has read the fine print they buried under slogans, selfies and smiles. And the wall keeps the sign raised until the next election or the next coat of paint - whichever comes first. Lest we pretend we never saw it.

I'm going to say this carefully because this is a tremendously serious issue and every individual circumstance must be respected regardless of what the 'averages' are. In fact if anything its the exceptions to the 'expected' that require the most support, because they are usually met with the least understanding. This image is how The Age have framed a new campaign to highlight female suicide as a result of domestic abuse. I'm all in favour of raising awareness of this issue, I've seen with my own eyes women being pushed to breaking point by husbands who abused them, sometimes physically but often not, often the abuse was psychological, financial, controlling behavious, gaslighting... women can be abused in far more ways than just physical. This issue is real and serious and im not against The Age using their reach to highlight it. But what is ALSO real and serious is that men are 3x more likely to take their own lives on average, and a LOT of those are due to... abuse from their wives or ex wives, again often not physical (although it can be), but usually psychological, emotional, financial... and often with the use of children as leverage. In particular there is a direct link between the weaponisation of police and family courts against fathers to remove them from their own children's lives, and male suicide. Uncomfortable yet? I hope you are. Because if we should care about abuse driven female suicide (and we should) then we should also care about abuse driven male suicide, and if that upsets you then perhaps you need to reflect on your double standard. Yes abuse in one direction often looks very different to abuse in the other, but in a world where laws are being written about things like 'coercive control' within intimate relationships we can no longer ignore the weaponisation of the state and the family courts against fathers, nor can we ignore the terrible death toll that follows. I welcome The Age raising the issue on behalf of women, we definitely need to have this conversation, be aware, be ready to support women to help them out of terrible situations, and to hold abusers accountable. I'm 100% in agreement with all of that. But given the statistics on suicide, I'm therefore 300% in support of extending the same care, support, and awareness to the inverse issue, especially given that the abuse of fathers is so often done with the aid of the state and on the taxpayer's dime. But what are the chances of The Age being willing to have THAT conversation?

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ RECKONING CODE ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ #looksmaxxing The spoken word and the mirror. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Today we look at the definitions of what this submerging sub-trend of the devolution of mankind. We delve into what they are telling us and what many of us really see it as. The ego driven self funded extreme dysmorphic transitions that has everything a Red Bull extreme sports competition has without the sponsorship funding. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Incel What they say it is: Involuntary celibate - the honest man who sees the genetic truth the rest of society denies. A victim of hypergamy, lookism, and a world that only rewards the top 20 % while gaslighting everyone else into 'just be confident, bro.' What it really is: The black pill baptism that turns every insecure kid into a full time facial war criminal against himself. The quiet agreement that your face is broken, your bones are wrong, and your only salvation is to chew rubber like a rodeo bull, smash your own skull, and bankrupt yourself for a surgeon’s third mansion - all while pretending this isn’t about getting laid, but 'reaching genetic potential.' The reason the mirror becomes your priest, your torturer, and your only long term relationship. The mothership. The unpaid subscription service that keeps the whole dysmorphia economy running ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Looksmaxxing What they say it is: The dedicated process of maximizing every aspect of your physical appearance to reach peak reflective attractiveness to yourself by your own metrics of genetic potential. The biological marker that is not backed by science, employment or a healthy bank balance. What it really is: Turning your entire pubescent zit picking years into a nonstop science project focused on your own facial and body features while your social life quietly withers away in a recovery bed eventually socially dying in abstract corner of your own warped view of reality in a deleted echo of followers. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Mewing What they say it is: Maintaining proper tongue posture by pressing your whole tongue flat against the roof of your mouth to develop a stronger jaw and better facial structure. What it really is: Parading in public looking like you’re trying to swallow your own tongue after an apocalyptic brain freeze at the 'all you can eat Monday,' at the local FroYo while secretly ranking strangers facial bones and picking your teeth with a flimsy plastic fork. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Bonesmashing What they say it is: Carefully applying controlled impact to facial bones to trigger bone growth and remodeling for a more defined appearance. Unhappy with the life you were dealt and the never ending edits that only garden tools can’t fix. What it really is: The logical endpoint of guys who hate their face so much they decide to punch it themselves before the world can. The perpetual enablement of the plastic surgery industry to fix what was never broken, or to break what wasn’t, all so you can finally get that optometrist prescription for the vision you just knocked out of your own skull. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Hunter Eyes What they say it is: Deep set hooded almond shaped eyes with a positive canthal tilt that create an intense and dominant gaze. What it really is: Eyes that look permanently tired and slightly psychotic from years of screen time and sleep deprivation. Some relate the look to the makeup department of the Twilight series while others defend it as the signature look of The Walking Dead. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Canthal Tilt What they say it is: The angle formed by a line connecting the inner and outer corners of the eye. A positive tilt is considered highly attractive for some, while they insist aging has nothing to do with the final edit. What it really is: One of the dozen random facial measurements people obsess over instead of developing any basic understanding of human uniqueness. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Mogging What they say it is: Outshining or dominating another person purely based on superior looks, often in direct comparison to an airbrushed magazine image. What it really is: The only social victory most in this community will ever taste - briefly mogging another anxious, mirror obsessed loser before reality mogs both straight back into oblivion. One attention deficit step in front of the 438 to Abbotsford and the bus mogs the win for good. Pay attention - hunter eyes front. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Mastic Gum What they say it is: Chewing extremely hard gum for long periods each day to hypertrophy the masseter muscles and create a wider, more masculine jaw. What it really is: Spending hours a day chewing rubber chew toys like a prize bovine champion working its cud at the state agro-fair, or some kid attacking oversized gumballs at the local pinball parlor - when in reality you just look like Monica Lewinsky trying to withhold evidence. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ FWHR What they say it is: Facial width to height ratio a scientific measurement believed to strongly correlate with attractiveness and dominance. What it really is: Doing geometry on your own skull because actual geometry class felt too hard. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Surgerymaxxing What they say it is: Using cosmetic surgeries and procedures such as jaw implants rhinoplasty or bimax to achieve ideal facial proportions. What it really is: Dropping tens of thousands of dollars to let a surgeon endlessly play with your face while he calculates his ex-wife’s alimony, his new wife’s home renovations, and his girlfriend’s Victoria’s Secret wishlist - finally settling on whatever the digital sculpting software says is most profit positive. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Personalitymaxxing What they say it is: Developing charisma, social skills, and inner qualities to complement physical looksmaxxing efforts. What it really is: The one item on the checklist that gets mentioned once - 'are you serious, personality?' - before everyone laughs and instantly ignores it in favor of more mirror time. Who needs personality when you look like this? ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Brainmaxxing What they say it is: Enhancing cognitive abilities and knowledge to better optimize all aspects of self improvement, including looks. What it really is: Reading cherry picked forum posts at three in the morning and convincing yourself you’ve unlocked ancient forbidden knowledge about cheekbones. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Grassmaxxing What they say it is: A rare optional technique involving real world exposure to improve overall vibe and confidence. What it really is: The forbidden final boss move of actually going outside, touching real grass, and realizing life is not a photoshopped Discord server. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Busmaxxing What they say it is: The final irreversible stage where extreme dedication leads to complete transformation or transcendence. What it really is: Getting so lost in the obsession that you step into traffic because your underbite suddenly feels more important than life itself. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ DysmorphiaMaxxing What they say it is: The continuous process of extreme refinement through repeated surgical procedures and revisions in pursuit of perfect facial harmony and lasting self-satisfaction. What it really is: A confusing extreme dysmorphic maxxing loop - transitioning back and forth year after year, never really satisfied with the result. By the end of your late 30s you no longer remember whether you are Arthur or Martha. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Copemaxxing What they say it is: Using mental reframing and positivity to cope with your genetic starting point. What it really is: The Olympic sport of telling yourself 'it’s just bad angles' while your bank account, social life, and sanity all maxx themselves into oblivion. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ DelusionMaxxing What they say it is: Cultivating unbreakable self-belief and confidence despite any evidence to the contrary. What it really is: Convincing yourself you’re one more bonesmash away from being a Greek god while your mirror quietly files for divorce. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ SchizoMaxxing What they say it is: Deep diving into every facial ratio, angle, and study for ultimate optimization. What it really is: Arguing with your own reflection at 3 a.m. about whether your canthal tilt is 'hunter' or 'prey' until the neighbors call the cops. and your surgeon has changed his phone number. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ WalletMaxxing What they say it is: Financially investing in surgeries and products to accelerate your transformation. What it really is: Going broke so a surgeon can turn your face into his next yacht payment while you pretend the results will finally get you laid. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ MirrorMaxxing What they say it is: Regularly checking your progress in the mirror for motivation and growth. What it really is: Spending six hours making 47 different faces under bathroom lighting while slowly descending into full psychosis. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Priestmaxxing What they say it is: The sacred ritual of seeking expert guidance on your maxxing journey. What it really is: Stepping into the surgical confessional booth. You slide your life savings through the slot - paying through the nose for ten minutes of truth. The priest in the white coat leans in and whispers the only words you can still believe: 'It looks good. - The results are excellent. You finally mogged yourself.' Because you stopped trusting other moggers long ago. They’re all coping, jealous, or lying through their fresh filler. Only the man who just cashed your check will give you the absolution you paid for. Amen. Next patient. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ CasketMaxxing (the final destination) What they say it is: The legendary final form and ultimate transcendence of the entire looksmaxxing pipeline - achieving flawless, eternal facial harmony in a state beyond all lighting, angles, surgery revisions, or public mogging, where your genetic potential is finally locked in forever. What it really is: The quiet checkmate after years of bonesmashing your own skull, wallet-draining your life savings into a surgeon’s yacht fund, \and mirror maxxing until your eyes look permanently psychotic. One bad reaction to the 14th filler, one heroic Busmaxxing attempt into oncoming traffic, or just your body finally saying 'enough' to the mastic gum and 3 a.m. schizo ratio calculations. You finally get the perfect hunter eyes, razor-sharp jawline, and God tier FWHR… except you’re lying in a silk lined box with your mouth sewn shut while your family stands around going 'damn, he actually looks good for once.' The mortician quietly gives you the best edit of your life and nobody can ever mog you again. Grass roots touched. Game over. The only successful maxx is the one where you stop breathing altogether. The mirror lined casket sighs in relief - never having to bear the reflection again in the light of day. You are now a non-biodegradable hazard banned in 50 states and 175 countries. Reset in peace. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ RECKONING CODE ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ CT10 X AUDIT ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ THE 45 DAY GLOBAL HYDROCARBON AND ENERGY NODE CLUSTER ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ THE PRUNING THAT NO ONE CALLS COORDINATED ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ March 1 to April 15 2026. Eleven major incidents. Six countries. Refineries, chemical plants, offshore platforms, power stations and export terminals. Every single one officially labeled equipment failure, maintenance upset, pump seal issue or unexplained fire. Except the two in Russia which were admitted Ukrainian drone strikes. Australia loses one of its last two remaining refineries at Geelong. India sees three hits in eleven days. Texas Gulf Coast takes three direct strikes. Mexico, Ecuador and Russia round it out. The graphic circulating calls it the exhaustive non Middle East list. Pattern recognizers call it the soft decapitation of the global refining backbone. This is not one bad week. This is eleven choke points pruned in forty five days while the system has zero redundancy left. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ CT10 X INTERROGATION ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 1. Is it organic or does it feel staged? It does not feel organic. The density is unprecedented in any peacetime record. No historical cluster matches eleven hits across six countries in forty five days outside declared wartime sabotage. Every non kinetic incident carries the exact same 'official script'. Gas leak. Boiler issue. Pump seal. Maintenance upset. The timing aligns perfectly with Australia running itself down from eight refineries to two. The money trails converge on volatility winners and commodity traders like Vitol who hold stakes in the exact facilities now offline. This is grey zone pruning disguised as bad luck. The policy that hollowed Australia from eight refineries to two was not economics. It was deliberate engineering so the last nodes could be pruned on schedule. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 2. Who is amplifying it and why? Mainstream media outlets and corporate spokespeople amplify the 'isolated accident' narrative. They do it to protect the 'just in time' import model that replaced domestic refining. Governments in Australia, India, Mexico and Ecuador push the maintenance failure line because admitting coordinated pressure would expose twenty years of deliberate de industrialisation. Commodity traders and futures desks stay quiet while crack spreads widen in their favour. The amplification serves to keep the public in coincidence mode while the nodes keep dropping. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 3. Is division being fuelled through emotional connection? Yes. The coverage splits into two camps. One side screams conspiracy and points at the graphic. The other side calls it 'tinfoil hat nonsense' and demands video proof of saboteurs. Emotional hooks are fear of fuel shortages versus smug dismissal of pattern recognition. Families facing potential price spikes feel the pain. Sceptics get painted as dangerous alarmists. The binary keeps people fighting each other instead of asking why the country has only two refineries left. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 4. What is the next move in the playbook? Accelerate the narrative that domestic refining is too unreliable. Push harder for full import dependence and strategic reserves managed by international partners. Roll out emergency import contracts and price controls framed as protection. Use the downtime to justify accelerated green transition mandates that lock in the fragility. The next wave will be presented as proof that fossil infrastructure cannot be trusted. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 5. What new laws, policies or narratives are being proposed? Narratives of energy security through diversification. Policies that fast track import terminals, foreign ownership of remaining assets and emergency powers for fuel rationing. In Australia the conversation shifts toward permanent closure of the last refinery under the banner of safety. Globally the story becomes resilience through international supply chains rather than rebuilding domestic capacity. No new laws yet but the groundwork is laid for digital tracking of fuel allocations and expanded regulatory oversight on any remaining nodes. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 6. What bigger story is this distracting from? The engineered vulnerability of the entire 'just in time' global supply chain. Decades of refinery closures sold as economic efficiency. The fact that Australia, the United States Gulf Coast, India and Latin America all ran their critical energy infrastructure with zero slack. It distracts from the money flows into commodity traders who profit from every disruption. It hides the perfect alignment with Middle East kinetic strikes and the global refining margin squeeze already in motion. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 7. What patterns does this follow? It follows the hybrid warfare pattern of Nord Stream style hits but distributed across multiple countries for deniability. It matches the post war playbook of hollowing out domestic capacity then watching the remaining nodes fail at the worst possible time. State owned assets in India, Mexico and Ecuador show chronic underinvestment. Private players like Valero and LyondellBasell carry insurance that transfers risk to syndicates. Commodity traders like Vitol sit in the perfect position to harvest volatility. The pattern is clear. Create fragility. Wait for the window. Let the accidents roll. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 8. Why now? The global system is already stressed by Middle East conflict and tight refining margins. Australia sits at peak import dependence right as domestic nodes start popping. The Yara Pilbara ammonia plant shutdown overlaps with Geelong creating a double hit on fuel and mining explosives in the same three week window. Geopolitical timing is perfect for testing how far supply chains can bend before they break. Public attention is divided by cost of living and other crises so the cluster can be buried as coincidence. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 9. Who benefits from this? Commodity traders like Vitol who hold stakes in Geelong and profit from tighter supply. International importers and futures desks riding the crack spread spike. Governments that gain emergency powers and justification for further de industrialisation. Insurance syndicates that absorb claims while premiums rise for everyone else. The broader system that wants to prove fossil infrastructure is unreliable so the green transition can be forced. The operators on the ground and everyday citizens pay the price in higher costs and reduced security. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 10. How do we break the cycle of manipulation? Demand full forensic audits of every incident with independent oversight that includes operational context and money flows. Refuse the 'isolated accident' narrative when the pattern hits double digits. Push for rebuilding domestic refining capacity instead of accepting import dependence. Track the beneficiaries in real time. Expose the traders and policy makers who profit from the pruning. Refuse to accept coincidence when history shows no peacetime precedent for this density. Sunlight the ownership, the insurance, the timing and the engineered fragility until the pattern becomes undeniable. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ PHOENIX LEDGER ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ They spent twenty years closing refineries. They told us it was efficiency. Now the last two nodes are offline and they call it 'bad luck.' The fires are not random. The timing is not coincidence. The money trails are not invisible. This is the pruning of the last points of energy independence while the public is told to look the other way. The land remembers. The operators remember. The public must remember too. Vitol sat in the trading chair the entire time the nodes dropped and the crack spreads widened. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ TRUTH ABOVE ALL ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

First it was the guns. Then it was the machetes. What’s the next national safety priority?

The logic baffles many but the masses see the reality. SATIRE IS THE MIRROR OF REALITY.

History is not selective. Yet is is framed as something - that it’s not. Are we more Free? x.com/rambunctiouslip/status…

It’s very telling when posts are conveniently deleted the moment questions are raised and receipts are shared. @senatorbabet Truth doesn’t care about the block button, nor if you delete your posts. We remember.

Houston we have a window licker.

The Australian government loves nothing more than banning things ‘for public safety.’ Gambling ads - Cracking down. Smoking and vapes - Black market booming Generational bans and taxes that'd make a loan shark blush. Free speech - ‘Hate speech’ laws, social media bans for under-16s, and the eSafety Commissar playing digital dictator. All while they lecture us peasants about protecting ourselves from our own bad choices. Cool. But what about us banning the government? It’s coming. The ballot will be brutal justice. Because their ‘public safety’ record is a masterclass in incompetence that makes your average pokie addict look like a financial genius. They're the ones who racked up 1 trillion in national debt, – first time in history - while inflation and interest rates gut families and send living standards backwards by about 10% in four years. Cost of living - Skyrocketing because of their addiction to spending other people's money. Housing - A national joke thanks to mass immigration with zero infrastructure planning. Energy bills - Through the roof from the green fantasy ‘transition’ that ignores the fact we sit on mountains of coal and gas. And don't get me started on the government unions grift blind eye. $15 billion in taxpayer funds funneled through the CFMEU to actual criminals in a cartel kickback scheme, while Labor slow walks and fast talks any real crackdown because... mates rates. Secrecy - They've answered fewer Senate questions than the Morrison mob they loved to slag off. Transparency - Non-existent. Integrity report card is a critical - Fail. They ban your Friday night punt and your right to say the wrong thing online, but their policies have crushed small business, destroyed mental health through endless lockdowns, and left farmers staring at empty fields because they can't plan worth a damn. Sold off critical infrastructure to foreign bidders not to mention that land itself. Public safety, eh? The biggest threat to Australians isn't a slot machine or a vape pen. It's the clowns in Canberra treating the country like their personal casino – rigged, bloated, and always the house wins. So yeah, ban gambling. Ban smoking. Ban speaking. But remember - we get to ban the government next. Because right now, they're the ones gambling with our future... and losing spectacularly in the horrific process. Prepare yourselves for karma’s wrath.

Australia really needs to wake up to the reality of how our useless government does its job. Instead of managing the global leverage of our resource wealth, they pop and posture to the public with pompous banter, then whine about ‘misinformation’ while fibbing through their falsies at the very people they’re supposed to serve. I’m not lost on the brutal irony of Trump and Israel’s actions that helped drag us into this global shitstorm in the first place. At least they had balls to speak of. But this isn’t about that. This is about consecutive gutless Australian governments - Labor and Liberal - leaving us standing with our dicks out in a blizzard. Australia is the Achilles heel of the entire planet. Over 55% of global iron ore exports. The world’s top supplier of metallurgical coal needed to turn that red dirt into steel. Top-tier LNG, lithium, wheat. Shut off our supply for a month or two and the world’s steel mills, energy markets and food chains go into cardiac arrest. Trump weaponised America’s leverage to Make America Great Again. We held the exact same cards - and our so called ‘leaders’ did sweet fuck all. No hedging. No hardball. No putting Aussies first. Just spineless incompetence while the cost-of-living crisis, energy pain and economic weakness hammer every household. The virus is the Government itself. This isn’t leadership. This is national self sabotage. Time to demand better. Poetic license aside - Show me the misinformation. Please. I encourage it.

@AlboMP I get ALL my misinformation from the Government - same as during COVID. You stood there at the Press Club yesterday whinging that we’ve lost the 'consistency' of the old 6pm news from ABC / Channel 7 / 9 / SBS… then you dropped your own pre-recorded national address telling the entire country 'don’t fill up jerry cans - they're out of stock' But fuel supplies are secure, just calm down and trust the plan.' Then - Boom! The very next morning servo queues stretching for blocks. People panic-buying exactly what you told them not to. Your 'reassurance' wasn’t calming anyone - it was the spark. Classic own - goal. And the COVID flashbacks are deafening. Remember when the Government line was: - 'Vaccines stop transmission' - they didn’t. - 'Lockdowns are temporary' - some dragged on for years. - 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' - turned into 'until we say so.' Anyone who questioned it got labelled a conspiracy theorist. That’s why trust evaporated. Now here we are again with fuel. Australia imports... 90% of our petrol and diesel. Strategic reserves have been running chronically low for years - nowhere near the IEA’s 90 day standard. Something Pauline flagged 5 years ago... But somehow - she's the issue? Pauline is far from perfect - But as we stand, she's a damn site better alternative than you ya bastard! We’ve been shutting down refineries left, right and centre while chasing net-zero targets, and critics have been screaming this exact vulnerability for ages. Your response was more subsidies to keep the last two limping along, plus suddenly tapping emergency stocks after weeks of 'everything’s fine, no need to panic.' You're an IDIOT. Then you lecture the public about 'misinformation on devices' and want the old TV monopoly back? Head ups - the public isn’t misinformed by social media... - they’re just not buying the official bullshit script leaking from your lying lips anymore because the official script has a rap sheet. Fix the empty reserves. Stop the refinery closures. Stop the net zero virtue signalling that leaves us exposed. And maybe next time don’t create the panic you’re trying to stop. The country is watching. You fool. #AlboFuelFail #TrustThePlan #GovernmentMisinformation

THE GREAT AUSSIE TOSSER - A SPECIES ENDANGERED Once upon a time, we had a game. Simple. Honest. Two coins, a kip, and a ring of mates. No apps. No odds. No middlemen. Just trust, chance, and honour. They called him the Tosser. And he was king for a day. One day only. ANZAC Day - when they let the tradition breathe, draped in flags and reverence. But try to play the same game the next day, and it's illegal. $10,000 fine. Not because you hurt anyone. Not because it’s unfair. But because no one’s taking a cut. Two-up isn’t banned because it’s dangerous. It’s banned because it’s free. Now compare that to the sport they prop up like a national altar - the shiny, rigged, corporate circus they call 'entertainment.' Boxing? Bought. Cricket? Controlled. Racing? Rigged six ways to Saturday. Multi-leg markets, sponsored stats, and a thousand ways to lose to a computer. They call that legal. They call that fair. Because behind the curtain, it’s not sport - it’s a Money-Go-Round with government protection. Everyone’s skimming: the bookies, the promoters, the regulators. Even the ATO gets a taste. But the Aussie Tosser? He doesn’t pay protection money. He doesn’t offer data. He doesn’t feed the beast. So they outlawed him. Because in a world built on control, chance is rebellion. And rebellion - even if it’s just two coins in the air - it must be crushed. They’ll tell you it’s about 'responsible gambling.' They’ll mumble something about harm reduction. But here’s the truth: If it feeds their system - it’s legal. If it bypasses their rake - it’s criminal. This country’s built a racket so clean it wears a suit. Pokies in every pub? Legal. Corporate sportsbooks flooding footy broadcasts? Legal. Tabcorp multi-platform betting networks with live odds on kids’ sports? Legal. But flip two coins with your mates? Now you’re a criminal. Why? Because there’s 'no data to sell.' No algorithm to track. No banker, sponsor, or tax office clipping the ticket. You just 'play'. You just 'trust'. And that is the one thing they can’t allow - 'free exchange, unmonitored risk, real-world bonding.' See, they don’t care if you lose. They only care if 'they' don’t win 'something off your loss' It’s not gambling they hate - It’s 'unregulated freedom'. So they flood you with 'safe' addictions: Pokies that light up like slot-machine meth. Sports odds shoved between every goal and every beer ad. Casino ads disguised as mateship. They rig the arena, sell you a ticket, and call it patriotism. But toss a coin in a ring with no rake? 'That’s too dangerous.' Because deep down, they know: 'If enough Aussies started playing their own games again - they’d stop playing the system’s.'

The playbook audit is still tracking… Real supply shock. Three leader coordination. Historical template. Hormuz traffic still minimal two months later and the ‘shared sacrifice’ frame still holds.

THE BANKERS BALLAD THE THOUSAND MILE STAIR They send men forth to battle, in wars that never end, but no such men return, broken or lost forever. If no casket wrapped in pride, a starry flag a veteran’s welcome until the brass band dies. Slate is now clean forgotten a thousand mile stare into the sky. War’s always a banker, and flesh is black gold in wealth. The furnace of the Middle East, where drone meets missile with no warning bell, Night sky - he sits and looks away his scales bend and pivot while warheads sway. War likes it when no one gets a pass - Israel releases its bombs, Tehran releases its missiles, every side drops ordinance in turn - From Tehran’s plain, Lebanon’s crest, From Yemen’s hills and Israel’s dust - To drain hot tears from hearts of friends Good measure, safely stored and sealed In a convenient jar - the just Price for the sons and daughters sent away. And still the same hand tallies the night’s rake - late Friday fines paid with a shrug, No admission, no cell, just another quiet sum, another pulled rug. War headlines roll and the ledger slips from view - black gold from the furnace, black gold from the dark the banker smiles, pockets both, and waits for the next urn.

Eyes wide open doesn’t mean awake. Some stare straight at the truth… and still choose the illusion .