🧵 For the many new followers: we are a passion project that started as a business info content creator, then the market told us that we are actually - for lack of a better analogue - Australia's Joe Rogan in that we are good at being curious and talking warmly w/ all sides.

Been an android loyalist since Galaxy S2. Resisted the Apple cult. Used ios devices on and off over the years. Today had to buy a new iphone for work (CRM only works on ios). These are truly polished, magnificent devices. Samsung et al have not caught up, even after all these years of market dominance. Not ready to trade my personal PC, laptops and android smartphones yet, but Apple products are truly stunning. It's not the big things. It's the tiny UX decisions that I recognise at every level of the stack. Hardware, software, confirmation dialogue boxes, layouts, error handling... Wow Apple, wow.

Barely a farmer. Only 3 years in. But it has made me into a 100x more capable human. Highly recommended: embrace disaster. Learn. Grow. Become more capable than everyone in your orbit. It's not hard, it's just rare for people to bother. Build something. Fix something. Break something. Have a go.

This is illegal in Australia. It's also delicious and extremely healthy.

A doctor offered me a gender transition instead of treating me as a male! This is how broken Australian medicine can be. ......... As part of my ongoing congenital health issues discovered at age 40, we have to manage and monitor my biochemistry closely. I want to live many more decades, thank you very much. An Australian specialist looked at my medical results that show a marker that needs to be controlled to remain normal, healthy and 'within range' per lab standards and basic human physiology. He declined to manage that down (a 30% reduction required, easily achieved through conservative micro dosing with basic medication), and instead looked me straight in the eye and offered to skyrocket it instead, and TURN ME INTO A WOMAN. He literally offered to radically wreck my biology, whilst declining to lightly correct my biochemistry. He believed it was 'too dangerous' to correct down 30% to be within normal range, but totally fine to blow me to bits by boosting it by 700%. This is Australian medicine. I'm off for a second opinion.

Every line below is statistically true. The only variable is which one you'll let me say: 1. Men are, on average, more physically capable than women. 2. Women are, on average, kinder than men. 3. Inequality in vocation selection is a feature, not a bug. 4. Paralympians are less capable than Olympians. 5. Asian kids are academically smarter than white kids. Their penises are also smaller. Stereotypes are useful because they're accurate. When you meet a stranger and have no other information, the population-level claim is the best prediction you have. The moment you have individuating information about the person in front of you though, the prior gets overwritten by local data. Your Asian friend may be the tallest, strongest, least academic, biggest-penised man you know. But the stereotype hasn't been falsified. It's been overridden by better information for a single case. Refusing the stereotype in the first place doesn't protect anyone. It just makes you operationally blind. Why are we training everyone to refuse statistical thinking on the grounds that it might be bigoted? Racist? And hey, if you're stuck in a stereotype, become an outlier. It's within your ability. You can be the data that overrides it.

Can We Admit That Low IQ People Exist? There are different classes of people. Different cognitive bands. Different capabilities. Some are smarter, some are simpler. They tend to congregate into groups. Saying this out loud makes you a monster, but I'm saying it because we all know it’s true. And it is: IQ distributions are bell curves. The middle of the curve, the part most of us live in, sits between roughly 85 and 115. About two-thirds of people are in there. The other third splits into the tails. One tail noticeably below the middle, one tail noticeably above. The shape of the curve is not contested. The honesty about what it means is contested. I worked this out at Meatstock - a meat festival that tours Australia, and a ‘Destruction Derby’ at a rural racetrack. I’m talking about authentic events, in rural environments. Not your typical urban show where the country comes to the city. A different sort of human goes to these rural shows. Meatstock came to Lardner Park, an hour and a half southeast of Melbourne. It’s an open plains area, the kind of paddock that runs cattle eleven months of the year and trade shows on the twelfth. The Sydney version of Meatstock runs at Olympic Park: modern, urban, and surrounded by professionals living in medium density townhouses. The Melbourne version runs in a paddock, and the crowd it draws is not the crowd that turns up at Olympic Park. I rolled in wearing a 2XU tracksuit, thinking I was toning down my usual edgy athleisure style (Lululemon etc). I thought leaving the Volvo XC40 at home and taking the Ford Ranger with the bull bar and all terrains was not just a wise weather and terrain choice but would also help me fit in. To appear less of a city slicker. Turns out, my tracksuit was too nice, my car was too shiny, and my brain was too high functioning. The thing is, I am not a city slicker. I farm. I run cattle. I spend all day tensioning barbed wire. I scrape cow poo off my face after it flings off tractor tyres and into my eyes. I know more about welding, farming, fencing and machinery than most people who walked past me at Meatstock and Destruction Derby. Many of them were neckbeards with a caravan. Their bodies screamed the evidence of a lifetime of sedentary video gaming and TV watching, not trades or farming. They must love meat as much as I do! Despite my efforts at dressing down, it wasn’t enough to fit in. I also had to translate myself: A singer-songwriter was singing on stage, performing a country song with a presentation that contradicted her lyrics, a pretty obvious artistic move. Sometimes her songs would back-to-back conflict with each other in psychological framing. Another fascinating insight inter her tapestry of personality and life experience. Other times she’d make typical stage-remarks we are all used to: ‘you’re singing so well’, despite nobody singing. Then she’d display remarkable authenticity and vulnerability by admitting to and owning errors wholeheartedly. What a captivating display of emotional and cognitive performance, tension and contradiction in real time! I wondered why she would cover over some things, and expose others. Did she want to signal transparency? Or polish? Or both – and why? What drove her in those fleeting moments of micro-decision? But I couldn't say a word about any of this. Not because the people around me would have disagreed. Because they would have been embarrassed. Can you imagine if I turned to the friendly neckbeard in the VB shirt next to me and remarked on the cognitive dissonance of the performer, wondering whether she was experiencing a fluctuating confidence state as her set unfolded? Would he even understand the concept of cognitive dissonance? Or was I simply revealing my prejudice, assuming his lower cognitive ability? It didn’t matter. I couldn’t take the chance. I believe the observation itself would have made him feel exposed. Stupid. Big words, big concepts, wholly inappropriate for the setting. So I held it all in. The same thing happened at the Destruction Derby I attended in a similar rural setting. There appeared to be some kind of uniform enforcement because everyone was wearing all black. Black jeans, black shirts, the occasional heavy metal or beer logo. Not charcoal. Not grey. No colour, no stripes, no patterns. Just solid black. And all the same – black jeans and hoodies. Maybe the local Kmart didn’t stock any other style. I overheard their conversations as we sat on the grass, with my highly paid and credentialed doctor friends, who attended with me. My wife heard them too, sitting in her classic sundress. We stuck out like we didn’t belong, because we didn’t. The banter I overheard proved as much. The things they said around me were not stupid, just visceral. Simple and without abstraction. They were running at full capacity in their register, open and authentic with their friends and family. Direct, grounded, and fluent but certainly not abstract. Not cognitively challenging. Not at all curious, just statements of observation and fact. Never a question. At both Meatstock and at Destruction Derby, I was the one shedding cognitive load to fit in and meet everyone where they were at. And I had to shed a lot. This is the part nobody wants to admit. There are different classes. There are different cognitive bands. The people I was around genuinely could not have processed an abstraction about staging psychology or daytime-versus-nighttime audience framing, or fashion semiotics. I was certain they didn’t notice their communal uniform and the group dynamics that it forces, especially when someone fails to comply. But I did. Not because they are lazy or undereducated. They may be those things – I don’t know – but more critically is that a cognitive operation isn't one they run in their head. They run others. They run trucks, they run brisket pits, they run fencing rigs and chainsaws and welding gear. They run social cues and hierarchies unconsciously, and probably claim them to be ‘self-evident’. Except they’re not self-evident. Just like any other human group or class, they were taking part in a sociological ritual, their decision making shunted toward particular paths. And here's the move most people make, and the move I refuse to make: Most people, having admitted the cognitive gap, immediately reach for a balancing equation: ‘Sure, they can't think like me, a lawyer, but I can't milk a cow, so…’ This is a cheap admission. It's pity dressed as humility. It pretends the two capabilities are equivalent, that the ledger balances out, that nobody is actually behind on anything because we're all just specialists. That’s not true. And that's not what I saw. I saw that they were genuinely behind in abstraction and cognitive depth. Genuinely. And it doesn’t matter, but not for the weak reason I just explained some people reach for. It doesn’t matter because their worth doesn't rest on it. Worth is not stored in cognitive horsepower. Worth is not stored in earning potential or vocabulary range or analytical capacity, or urban worldliness. It's stored somewhere else entirely. In being made, in being human, in being here. The capability gap is real but the worth gap is not. The problem comes when you notice a capability difference and then erroneously conclude that you are ‘better’ than someone else. That you are worth more than they are. You’re not. Once you can hold both ledgers separately, the whole tension relaxes. You can look at someone genuinely less cognitively able than you, poorer than you, less experienced than you, less aware than you, and still not need to flatter them, rebalance the ledger, or manufacture a counter-skill that proves they're really your equal. In some domains, they are not your equal. In fact, cumulatively, they might be objectively less useful than you. They may be less intelligent than you. They may be less valuable to the capitalist system than you. Their entire table of talents may be smaller than yours. But that still doesn’t touch their dignity, moral worth, right to a vote and a voice (no matter how uneducated). I really enjoyed Meatstock and the Destruction Derby. I enjoyed the conversations with stall holders and the guy who won the award for best mullet. Top bloke. Sure, I had to park my brain for most of the day but accepting that this was a realm I would never be understood in, and our minds would never meet, was a relief. Maybe I’m smarter than them. I don’t know. Maybe they’re ‘physically’ smarter than me, at practical things. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m not balancing the ledger anymore. I’m telling the truth. Low IQ people exist. So what?

A bishop with a doctorate endorsed a book by a farmer with a hunch. "Matthew Wong’s book on faith is timely and hugely relevant...capturing the essence of faith is critical and Matthew navigates this with a readable and engaging argument. I highly commend this book though with a warning: don’t go on the roof of your house." — Bishop Dr Paul Barker, Anglican Diocese of Melbourne The Weight of God is available now. discernable.io/believe

I accidentally sold out of books. A good problem to have I know, but I set it up so that someone presses buy > I get an email > I sign and ship the book. All manual. I'm drowning in emails. But compared to what I usually do - over engineer a system first that gets like 10 sales... this is a way better problem. Execute violently, systematise later? Harder work, more fun.

Anyone else struggle to listen to Triggernometry, Diary of a CEO, Modern Wisdom, and Tom Bilyeu's Impact Theory? I don't know why it's so hard for me. I keep going back because of the amazing guests. But I hate it. There's something there that disturbs me. I don't struggle with Lex Fridman, Heretics Podcast, Joe Rogan, Huberman Lab, or Theo Vonn. I would never listen to Karl Stefanovic, Candace Owens or Tucker Carlson. I found Call Her Daddy really boring. Shawn Ryan is interesting but from a different world to me. I feel kind of lame even just listening in his masculine presence. The only one I'm sure of is Chris Williamson (Modern Wisdom). That's just straight up jealousy inside of me that I will hopefully get over one day. There are many podcasts that I don't like. But those I named at the top disturb me. I don't know why.

I'm not sure Australia 'just needs to build more houses'. I think it's too much demand. Too many people, too many incentives, an allergy to changing the rort we live under. We build ~170k dwellings per year. Per capita, it's mid range OECD. Prices keep booming during construction booms and busts alike. What does actually track with prices? Massive immigration (1.5% pop growth funneled into Syd/Mel), negative gearing and CGT discount, every first home buyer grant. Property is our preferred tax shelter. I found out Tokyo deregulated zoning aggressively and prices are still falling because there's no demand accelerant there, unlike Australia. I think 'build more houses' is a politically safe position because it doesn't threaten anyone's wealth. It doesn't touch immigration settings, or credit policy, or negative gearing. Please fact check me @DrCameronMurray

You can't deny, this is the attitude of a majority of Australians. This is Australia. Uneducated opinions that scream for heavy handed Daddy Government to solve everything (you should see the argument he makes in the thread). The point isn't to have a go at this Rooster, it's to acknowledge that he is MORE in touch with everyday Australians than the rest of us are. This is why Covid was what it was. This is why Australia will be what it will be. 😢

Everyday I drink illegal milk. The government says I might die. Let it be known, I died nourished and happy.

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Guess which Victorian government ministers just resigned? Yeah, I don't care either. Time to go buy some fuel.

Yeah, we all “have a part to play.” But when the ad tells you to “save fuel for our farmers”… mate, I am one of your farmers. Here’s what I actually want you to do: fill up your jerry cans and look after your family. An extra 20L in a jerry can is literally a quarter of a tank in a modern SUV. Australia burns something like 150–170 million litres of fuel every single day. The vast bulk of that, especially diesel, goes to mining, freight trucks, trains, ships, and farm machinery that keep the lights on and food on the table. One household jerry can doesn’t move the needle on the national supply. Not even close. It’s theatre. I’ll keep feeding you. You go top up your fuel and stop letting the government shame people for basic preparedness.

While writing my second book (on weight loss, identity transformation, and childhood trauma) I received an endorsement for my first book (The Weight of God). It came from the Senior Pastor of Berwick Church of Christ, a church that started more than 150 years ago, when in 1869, a man's boot broke as he walked from Prahran to Pakenham in Victoria, Australia. He stopped at a cobbler's shop in Berwick, shared the gospel with the bootmaker, and baptised him in Cardinia Creek. 156 years later, that church is still going. These paperback prints are launching next week. I'm getting positive feedback from those with an advanced copy. Here is Ps Braam Botha: "Matthew Wong has recovered something we have quietly lost in Christendom, that in Scripture, 'belief' is not merely agreeing with truth, but entrusting the full weight of our lives to the One who is true. With clarity and courage, this book surgically exposes how easily faith can drift into mental assent, religious performance, or inherited tradition, while leaving the deeper question untouched: what are we actually standing on? This is not just a theological insight, it is a pastoral one. I have seen too many sincere people carry a version of faith that never quite holds under the weight of real life, never survives critical thinking, and hardly ever leads to the potential of the resurrection breaking forth from our lives. It will challenge you. It will clarify you. And, if you let it, it will lead you back to a faith that is not only believed, but lived."