What Labor policies are communist. Name them. You just lie, lie again and then you accuse others of doing exactly what you are doing.

Last night you paid airfare, accommodation and transport costs for Mehreen Faruqi to fly to Melbourne and give this speech telling her supporters that One Nation doesn't have organic support.

Seeing Trumpism taking over in Australia in the form of Pauline Hanson is breaking my heart.

Why is Murdoch media so obsessed with VIC ALP? It’s a thing yeah?

Lately, there’s been a growing normalisation of misogyny as a legitimate expression of political dissatisfaction. That’s why when I saw the billboards targeting Allan, I wasn’t just angry for her. I was angry for every woman and girl across the country. theguardian.com/commentisfre…

It's not just the birthrate, our best and brightest are looking for the exits too. If I hear another young, educated and talented fellow tell me they are done with Australia and are giving up, I am going to scream! It is hard to know exactly what to tell them at this point... It is the new pandemic… twenty-and-thirty-somethings - particularly men, with a small business or a great qualification - looking to give up and leave. They have lost hope. Sick of the scamming, lying, politicians; sick of being flogged and lectured at; sick of the taxes; and the so-called “aspiration for all” - whatever that means. Most of the young men I speak to haven’t been here long enough to know what I mean when I say: “I just want Australia back”. Unless you lived it, it is almost impossible to explain. I was just a kid when the bicentennial celebrations kicked off in ’88, but that is a good place to start. What a time to be an Australian. We were filled with hope. Men were men, and women were women… We were filled with pride in our common achievements and looked with hope to an even brighter tomorrow. Sure, people had a whinge from time to time, but they were never taken too seriously. We just shrugged, motored on and thought "she'll be right mate" - and it was. We took pride in our work because it meant more than just a paycheque and if we made something, it was Australian made. That meant it was the best quality. We had fun, and everyone had the opportunity to prosper at all levels. Labourers and lawyers alike could afford homes, cars and even holiday houses. It seems like a different world today as the ideologues, lobbyists and hacks redefined words like fairness and prosperity. Today it would seem it is fair that Coles and Woollies can charge just about whatever they want, and insurance companies can kick up their prices 40% per year, and nobody says a thing. Prosperity is being able to rent a 70 sqm Meriton apartment and a Netflix subscription. It’s all walking distance to public transport, so it could be worse… you could be out of work. Soon... They tax us on our income; they tax our assets; and the things we buy with money we already paid tax on. Sometimes they even add the GST on top of the excise. They have a rule, a regulation and a law for everything - and I mean everything. The nannies are working overtime, and they are just about the only part of the country that is experiencing productivity growth – they’ve got to rake in those fines after all. So, the boys are giving up. They’re planning to leave. To be replaced by more “bum-wiping” ‘skilled migrants’ flown in to help bolster the University fat-cats and NDIS scammers, as they put the ‘care economy’ into overdrive. Controversially, this is not all Albanese’s fault, it has been decades in the making, Albanese has just put the cherry on Morrison’s icing. Australia is indeed in freefall, in every way. It is hard to believe it was an accident. I think most of us can see that now, which is why less of us care what the major party talking heads have to say every day. We have almost reached the chapter in the story where people vote against the status-quo, and anyone who had anything to do with building it… because this growing despair among our young men is catching. Passed from child to parent, friend to friend, there’s a deep melancholy, and a pining for better times. Echoes from the first fleet, the gold rush, the ANZACs and the 80’s. World Expo. Sydney 2000. Our birthright. Our home. Our Australia. It still whispers if you listen. Time to scream at the idiots that ruined it with their guilt, their rules, their taxes, and their windmills – vote them all out. Start again. I just want Australia back.