Australia's Bad Medicine

Jolting the Lucky Country out of its 50 year run with Marxism is going to be very painful indeed.

Today I received news of the shameful public arrest of Ben Roberts, Australia’s most highly decorated living former soldier and a recipient of the Victoria Cross, for alleged war crimes said to have occurred while he was serving with an elite SAS unit in Afghanistan. Roberts has been the subject of a decade long witch hunt by the usual Marxist suspects in the media, the bureaucracy, and the government.

Also popping up on my radar this morning was the inspiring news for all faggots everywhere that some ponce called Tim Richardson has been appointed Australia’s very first Parliamentary Secretary for Men’s Behaviour Change. Richardson sports a face that is begging to be punched by all old ladies everywhere, and speaks with the kind of monotonous gay warble that is the kind guaranteed to give a white man a career in today’s Australian political scene. I know our brothers in Canada and the other former dominions are doing it tough, but I very much doubt that you have a parliamentary secretary for turning men into women.

While real Australian fighting men are persecuted and criminally charged for the role for which they were hired, poncing little queers are rewarded far beyond their natural public toilet block station in life with parliamentary powers to formally demasculinise as far as possible the nation’s remaining men with any balls left to rub together. Richardson looks like the type of simp who not only would have lined up for all of his Covid shots, but who would have requested if it were possible to have them jabbed into his butt.

These two separate episodes are merely very recent examples of the malaise under which Australian society is limp-wristedly gripped. That malaise is the homosexualisation of the nation, where men are hounded into acting like women and women are coerced into acting like men. Women and homosexuals now infest the majority of professional positions of any importance; the media is awash with their scolding faces which assail us at every turn. Notice how Richardson was appointed to this new position by a woman. We are fast becoming a nation ruled by a cohort of hysterical poofs and screeching banshees.

All of this is bad enough, but in 2026 the world has taken a decisive step back to imperialism. The 80 year aberration of their democracy lorded over by those making up the rules based order as it suited them is now over, as is the age of good time materialism. The ships bringing the baubles with which those in charge bribed the goofball citizens have stopped arriving. And even if they do arrive there is no fuel with which to unload them.

The world is obviously dangerous again. What that means is that the nations of the West have lost their special protection privileges. We might not be at risk of being bombed back to the stone age, at least not yet. But we are certainly at risk of being starved back to it. Dangerous times require dangerous men, but Australia is still running on the high gay fuel of men being made to act like women. The nation is akin to a vehicle in the Road Runner cartoon having run far out over a deep chasm but not yet realising that it is all over and all there is left to do is to crash and burn.

So we continue to pursue such obviously self-destructive policies while the world is in the middle of radically changing, and that is because those in charge know no other way to operate. This is all that they know how to do. Weak men like Richardson have spent their entire professional lives showing just how much figurative and sometimes literal cock they were willing to suck to get to where they are. That’s what they are good at doing and they have been rewarded for it, if you call such public humiliation a reward. But they are in no way equipped to lead Australia in the new age of imperialism.

The question hanging over our heads is just how hard the wake up call will need to be to jolt us out of our homosexualised complacency. The internal crisis has the potential to be more damaging to Australia than an external one. Whatever the shape of the crisis to come, there can be no doubt that Australia’s needs a very nasty and bad tasting does of medicine. And it will need men like Ben Roberts to lead it.