The Derangement Is Complete: Turning Australians Against Australians

If there was any chance at all, any chance, we would be there to serve. 

That's what they told him, in their ancient languages, in their arcane English.

As they had whispered to mystics since the beginning of the species. 

Be Not Afraid.

By Their Works Ye Shall Know Me.

And so it was that we grasped forward. 

Be Not Afraid. 

And yet, of course, that was what he had always been, afraid of them, their power, their majesty, their uncanny abilities, their very distance from humanity.

Hundreds of military now patrolled the streets of Sydney, shopping for anyone who might have defied the government and stepped outside their front door. 

An overweight Police commissioner announced with apparent delight that they had issued more than 600 fines for non-compliance the previous day, an abuse of the citizenry of which they should have been absolutely ashamed.

The authoritarian derangement overtaking Australia was without precedent, and every sign of collapse came jumping out of hedges and through the wires and through the voices all around, for you had betrayed your own people, the authorities had double crossed those originally naïve enough to believe them, and the absurdities simply continued to pile up day after day.

Polls now showed plummeting support for both the Federal government and the increasingly despised NSW Premier Gladys Berejiklian, who was busily imprisoning millions of people in their own homes and promoting fear and hysteria with every breath.

Funnily enough the ridiculously pompous Health Minister Brad Hazzard was refusing to release the evidence he was relying on to insttitute a statewide lockdown.

Because, of course, there was no proof that what he was doing was appropriate.

None at all. 

His little morning vox pop tour of the Shellharbour foreshores reflected a similar settlement, that the population was on the turn, fed up with "bin chicken" Gladys, as the Bogan Report describes her, or some overweight not very intelligent Police Commissioner boasting about having fined them, or a lunatic Chief Medical Officer with a mad gaze in her eyes telling everyone you can't catch the virus if you just stay home.

Don't go out. Don't do anything. 

Yeh, right.

A siren goes off in the distance and he thinks: "Another person just died of boredom."

And this sad, story story, and this increasingly sad sorry country, came spiralling to a close.

It was about to go feral.

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