What the fuck was that?!

In Washington DC, a demented old pedophile threatens to nuke an entire civilization by nightfall. He mocks the Muslim god and makes others question the existence of their own. The odds he drafted at least some of his declaration of atomic Ragnarok from the shitter is not zero. My tea tastes like it’s been spiked with cortisol. I try to go to bed. 

Days earlier, Trump’s Secretary of War, Pete Hegseth, a Christofascist who talks like a beat poet trying to appeal to the manosphere, tweets that Iran will be sent “back to the stone age”. Billions of people go about their day, working, learning, parenting, doomscrolling. 

In Iran, human chains are formed around power plants and across Tehran’s bridges. Tens of thousands of Iranians sing, chant, wave flags and dance in defiance of the spectre of American murder from the sky. If a hard rain’s a-gonna fall, you might as well be in the front row. 

In Gaza, four toddlers play in the rubble. They place a tattered doll onto a tiny stretcher, hoist it above their little heads with eerie, practised coordination, carrying Dolly off to an imaginary hospital that, ideally, won’t be flattened by imaginary bombs. Kids playing through their trauma, reenacting familiar scenes like children in the west wearing mom’s shoes and pretending to be business people going to work. 

Are there limits to what we can normalise? Is there a hard line of enough? How many times can a heart break? And should I pay my car registration renewal before the nuclear Armageddon deadline, or wait it out, just in case? 

In Tel Aviv, Israel’s Channel 13 puts a countdown on the television, gleefully ticking down towards the threatened annihilation of a country of 93 million humans. Countries can be psychopaths, too.

In the West, we will be told that these TV anchors and military guests share “our values” twenty gazillion times in the next year alone. When required to expand on this ludicrous proposition, our own political-media ghouls will add the words “juedo-christian” or “democracy”, but otherwise those mysterious values will go undefined. Because they are unconscionable. 

My mind is flooded with images of people I used to know that fell for Trump’s narcissistic pomp. I won’t call it charm, but whatever it is, you cannot deny the man possesses the ability to snakecharm stupid, weak people convinced of their own brilliance. Anyone that saw anything other than the moral and intellectual decline of the West personified in human form was a fucking idiot, anyway. 

In the Strait of Hormuz, oil tankers trading in Chinese Yuan pass through the Iranian blockade, for a fee. Allies of the Zionist entity are still barred, threatened with missile strikes the Iranians are clearly capable and willing to deliver. The dominance of the Petro-Pedo Dollar teeters. 

A week earlier, the Prime Minister of Australia and local PR manager for American/Israeli bullshit, Anthony Albanenese, calls the nation to attention. He reassures us that we’re not actively involved in the war we have sent planes and SAS troops and munitions and diplomatic support to. He urges us not to guzzle too much petrol over Easter, and to catch the bus, and, aw geez, to do both these things in the Austrayyyylian way. Not for the first time, or the last, I wonder what the fuck all that was about and continue trying to exist as best I can. If we’re about to enter a new Cursed Regular National Address Era, he’s going to need to do significantly better than that.

My mind flashes to another week prior [so we’re doing flashbacks within a flashback now, keep up] and a tuxedoed Prime Minister Albanese is partying with our own members of the Epstein extraction class, at a birthday bash for billionaire Anthony Pratt. Kylie Minogue performs for $3 million, la la laaa. I don’t know why I think of this now – it’s arguably tangential to the main plot – but it feels relevant for understanding the “Albo” character’s infuriating narrative arc. 

On Twitter, astroturfers and dipshits praise the Prime Minister’s measured nothingness. This is a sign he is a man for difficult times, the most confused people in the world declare. Contrary to the myth, Australian intellectual cowardice seems to know no limits. I need to go for a walk again. All this dumbfuckery, all this fascism, will be waiting for me when I get back.

And then some.

At Bondi, 18 officers from NSW Police’s Odin taskforce, multiple cop cars, sirens a-swirling, all descend on a man for wearing a Fuck Israel t-shirt.

Further up the Eastern coastline, someone has spray-painted the same exact sentiment onto the Big Banana at Coffs Harbour. This is like a Frenchman defacing the Mona Lisa with calls for the end of the Algerian occupation. For a change, the local genocide lobby, the Australian Jewish Association, are quite upset. I wonder if the collapse of the Roman Empire was this stupid and this dumb (it was this genocidal).

In Canberra, “Albo’s” offsider in the HR Team from Hell, Penny Wong, is concerned about the need to again appear concerned in public. Not too much concern, of course, because these are our war crimes, too. But just enough concern to get the Wokes off her case. 

This is, admittedly, difficult at the moment, Australia being the Ben Roberts-Smith of countries. The Wokes are kinda shitty about that.

Penny takes to the Internet and finger wags that Iran should open the Strait, like before it was attacked, and stop being aggressive Islamist terrorists. Petrol is $2.60, basic foodstuffs are spiking. If we could fill our cars and power our homes with gaslighting, we’d have sovereign energy independence in just a few tweets from the Wong. 

Albanese addresses the National Press Club. I don’t know whether we are going backwards or forwards in time anymore. It’s all a depressing, blurry mess. History is repetitive, a flat circle of ruling class psychopaths treating the rest of us as cattle, to varying degrees of success and resistance. Sometimes we chop their heads off. Sometimes we end up in camps. And sometimes, apparently, pedophiles threaten nuclear annihilation from the dunny. But I digress. In the same room where, days earlier, the Israeli Ambassador sprayed genocidal horsehit at the worst journalists in the world, “Albo” openly complained about Australians getting truth from non-sanctioned sources like independent journalism and social media.  

“One of the things that’s occurred in recent weeks during this global crisis is the amount of misinformation out there. People now, with due respect to Channel 7 News or anything else, used to get their information from Seven or Nine or ABC or Ten or SBS. They’d get their information there, and there would be a consistency about it.”

I do agree with the Prime Minister on this, at least in part. There certainly was a “consistency about it”, in that it was all imperial propaganda, and much of it genocide complicity. 

I almost sympathise with him on this. I don’t want to work harder, either! And I’m certain that an educated population is harder work to manage. Australians understanding how the world really functions – i.e. that our ruling class is uniformly Zionist – does indeed make his job of managing an extractive vassal state built on genocide more difficult.

There is now a growing cohort of people who were once trapped inside the settler-colonist simulacrum, an information bubble with walls of nonsensical truisms and manufactured history, a realm of mateship, the Austrayyyyylian way, “shared values”, and I’m not racist but. And these people are free now. Their minds have been liberated, the propaganda defeated. They understand that Iranians and Palestinians and Lebanese people are as human as they are, that the Western establishment is centralised around a Zionist death cult led by bona fide psychopaths, and that Israel is always mass murdering brown people and stealing their land AKA doing an Australia. And this won’t be forgotten, no matter how intense the fascist oppression. The crimes are too heinous, too existential. Flattened hospitals and emulsified children, justified with bad Hollywood scripts and transparent mouthpieces. By even attempting to silence opposition to this evil, they only expose their illegitimacy.

Cut to yesterday and I wake up from a fever dream of managed collapse, of nuclear winters and cyberbullying the Foreign Minister on the internet. The Armageddon deadline has passed. Trump has backed down for another two weeks and accepted the 10 points the Iranians put forward as a starting place for negotiations. Art of the deal, baby.

Sky News tries to imply this is a massive victory for Trump. Only the thickest lumps of pond scum are buying it.

And then the most predictable thing in the world happens…… 

Israel decides that Lebanon is off the table and resumes bombing just 12 hours after the ceasefire is declared. 100 bombs fall on Beirut in just 10 minutes. At least 254 people are murdered by the Zionist death machine. They want Lebanon, and feel supreme to their Arab neighbours. We have all enabled this national psychopathy with impunity. Israel won’t stop until they are stopped.

JD “couch fucker” Vance warns that Iran would be “dumb” to keep fighting over Lebanon. The Iranians stand firm, also predictably, having shown a capacity for long-term strategic thinking and a real, embodied solidarity with the victims of Zionist genocide, from all the rivers to all the seas. 

I wonder about the people employed to move the Doomsday Clock. How stressed are they right now? Are they Zionists too? Could AI do their jobs? I’m not religious but I mutter something like a prayer for all the school children Zionists cannot stop murdering and a curse for all the hollow shells in suits that think it is their job to gaslight genocide away; all the well paid, successful sorts that have sold their souls for power and trinkets.

I guess I’d better pay my rego.