@Megarittz@MichaelARothman You are even aware of how the slide to depravity has taken hold of you. Never ever is it ok to be attracted to something someone who can not consent. It’s a criminal
Here’s an amazing explainer from @TopherField on how PREFERENTIAL VOTING works in Australia
Please, ensure you watch and share, especially if you think parties decide your preferences or just want to know more
This should be mandatory learning at school
“The Muslims in Iraq said that they don’t want Christians living there, and they’re going to kill all of us.”
The indigenous Christian population of Iraq has dwindled by 99%! And yet, not a single protest against this genocide!
@SenKatyG What’s the context? If it’s about danger pay then construction risk is higher. (Some might beg to differ 😆)
Not all jobs, education, skills are equal. It’s not a sex/gender issue, it’s an industry pay issue. Stop making it about gender.
A DEAD CITY: SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA.
Sydney, once the radiant jewel of the Southern Hemisphere, now feels like a mirage—a city alive in commerce but hollowed out in spirit. The skyscrapers still pierce the sky, proud monuments to human ambition, but their glass facades reflect darkness: the quiet despair of a population untethered from purpose. Beneath the 9-7 escape of aimless work, nihilism festers—not an overt rebellion, but a subtle, creeping erosion of meaning.
The city no longer prays.
Churches stand as relics.
Their spires irrelevant against the flood of modern secularism.
No God.
Not any transcendent anchor.
What remains? The answer; hedonism—one drink, one pill, one purposeless night at a time. A million lives brushing past each other, chasing something they can’t quite name.
If death is happiness, then why drown the journey in distraction?
Sydney is not overtly dying—it is waiting. Waiting for what, though?
The end of time?
A new god to rise?
Perhaps it just simply waits for nothing.
- Waiting for its collapse under the weight of its own emptiness.
These people seem trapped in a paradox: they have everything, yet they have nothing. Wealth without fulfillment, freedom without direction. They are free to do anything, yet constrained by their inability to answer the only question that matters: why should I do it?
This is the tragedy of modernity.
A city of extraordinary beauty—its harbor a masterpiece, its beaches poetry incarnate—turned into a monument to humanity’s failure to reconcile progress with purpose.
If we are, as they say, stardust in a void, then Sydney reflects this truth perfectly: bright, scattered, yet cold.
I look at Sydney and wonder: how long can a society stand without believing in anything? Its people have severed their ties to gods, to tradition, to anything that demands sacrifice or discipline.
Yet they do not end themselves. Why?
Perhaps even nihilism cannot fully extinguish the human instinct for hope, no matter how irrational. Or perhaps they are simply afraid to face the void they claim to accept.