Let me be real fucking clear: if truckies park up and farmers pull up stumps, this country starves. Fast. Supermarket shelves don’t fill themselves, and your food doesn’t magically appear at Woolies or Coles. It’s grown by farmers, hauled by truck drivers, and almost every bit of it relies on diesel. Now we’re staring down the barrel of $3 a litre for diesel—next level gangster shit—and the government’s got the balls to blame it on some war-torn shithole overseas. Give me a break. That’s dishonest as fuck.

Let’s spell it out for the city crowd and the political parasites who think food comes from a barcode: without cheap, reliable diesel, Australia stops. Tractors, trucks, harvesters—hell, even the blokes fixing the roads—run on diesel. When diesel prices go through the roof, everything else follows. Your groceries, your building materials, your bloody morning coffee. It’s all about to cost a hell of a lot more, and the only people who don’t seem to get it are the ones in charge.

Australia isn’t in managed decline anymore. We’re in spectacular fucking free fall. And here’s the kicker—we voted for it. We let these muppets run the show, and now we’re getting every bit of misery we deserve. Albanese, the Liberals, the Nationals, the Greens—they’re all rotten to the core. Not a single one of them’s got the guts to stand up for the people who actually keep this country running.

How did we get here? Decades of politicians selling off our assets, shutting down our factories, and shipping our jobs overseas. They called it “progress,” “globalisation,” “the smart economy.” What it really was? Managed decline—slowly strangling our ability to make, grow, or fix anything ourselves. We used to build cars in this country. We used to refine our own fuel, process our own food, manufacture our own steel. Now? We import bloody everything, and when the world sneezes, we catch pneumonia.

Remember when Australia actually made things? When you could buy an Aussie-made car, fridge, or pair of boots and know it’d last longer than a politician’s promise? Those days are gone. We shut the factories, sacked the workers, and told ourselves it was all fine because we’d “move up the value chain.” What a joke. All we’ve done is move up the unemployment line and down the ladder of self-respect.

It’s not just cars. Look at our food. We grow some of the best produce on earth, but we send half of it overseas to be processed and then buy it back at triple the price. We’ve got farmers pouring milk down the drain while supermarkets import UHT crap from Europe. We’ve got abattoirs closing, fruit rotting on the ground, and fishing fleets tied up because some bureaucrat in Canberra wants to “protect the environment” but couldn’t tell a sheep from a goat.

And don’t get me started on energy. We’ve got more coal, gas, uranium, and sun than just about anyone, but somehow we pay some of the highest power prices in the world. Why? Because we sold the power stations, shut the refineries, and let green dreamers and corporate parasites run riot. The result? Rolling blackouts, bankrupt businesses, and politicians telling us to buy electric cars while the grid can’t even keep the lights on.

Australians used to pride themselves on being self-reliant. The old “she’ll be right, mate” attitude. But try fixing anything yourself now—good luck. Everything’s imported, everything’s disposable, and if it breaks, you’re told to buy a new one (from China, of course). We can’t even make our own medicines anymore. COVID should have been a wake-up call, but instead, we doubled down on dependence. We’re one supply chain hiccup away from real chaos, and nobody in Canberra seems to give a shit.

And here’s the real insult—every major party’s in on the scam. Albanese, the Liberals, the Nationals, the Greens—they’re all rotten to the core. They’ll get on TV, wring their hands about “cost of living,” and then jack up taxes, pile on new regulations, and hand out subsidies to their mates. Not a single one of them’s got the balls to stand up for the people who actually keep this country running.

Every time you fill up, 52 cents of that extortionate price is government tax and GST on to again. That’s right—parasites double-dipping, lining their pockets while you wonder if you can afford to drive to work. They call it “revenue,” I call it theft. And it’s not just the government—every major party’s got their snout in the trough, selling out working Aussies for a headline or a handshake.

And then you’ve got twats like Chris Bowen MP, who’ll jump on TV and tell you to buy an electric car so you “won’t have these problems.” Mate, my power bills haven’t dropped a cent, and unless you’re planning to plough a paddock or haul 40 tonnes with a Tesla, you’re dreaming. These people are so far removed from reality it’s almost funny—if it wasn’t so bloody tragic.

What happens when you kill off manufacturing, let agriculture wither, and hand your energy grid over to foreign interests and green ideologues? You get exactly what we’ve got now: a country on its knees, totally at the mercy of global markets and foreign governments. When truckies can’t afford to run, the shelves go empty. When farmers can’t afford diesel, the crops don’t get planted. When the grid goes down, the factories go dark—if there’s any left to go dark.

We’re not just in decline—we’re committing national suicide. And the worst part? We did it to ourselves. We let the politicians, the bureaucrats, and the corporate parasites sell us out, one factory, one farm, one refinery at a time.

Maybe it’s time to find the bloke you called a conspiracy nutter a couple of years back and apologise—chances are he saw this coming, and he might have a few pointers you’ll need to survive what’s next.

$3 a litre. Food shortages looming. Power bills through the roof. And the parasites are still feeding. Australia, wake the fuck up.

It’s time to get angry. It’s time to demand better. And it’s time to remember what made this country great in the first place—hard work, self-reliance, and the courage to call bullshit when you see it.

Because if we don’t, there won’t be anything left to save.

– Dean