We get to the Brisbane airport. We have almost made it. The warehouse and apartment we were living in left like a murder scene, dirty clothes on the floor, half-finished coffee cups on the bench. I get to check-in and overhear someone ask if there are any upgrades. Yes sir, she replies. I leave the family in the line with the 12 pieces of luggage we have – everything we own. I upgrade us to business and she ushers us into the express line. She explains we can’t all sit together, but she can get us close, and can give us the basinet seat for our six-month-old. Sweet!
Two thousand dollars later in upgrades and additional baggage we have our boarding passes to Bali where we will stay overnight and have a flight to Lombok the next day. We board the plane first in the business line. Ooooooooh, it’s nice up here in the front, it even smells better. Mama (Wifey’s mum) is in the front row with baby Nicky and me and the wife are a couple rows behind. Oh this legroom is going to be nice.
I check the BTC price before I put my phone on flight mode. It’s pumping. Woohoo! The engine rumbles as we taxi down the runway. The plane picks up speed and we take off. I rest my head back in luxury, stretch out my legs, look at my beautiful wife beside me, Mama and baby in the front. I see the Brisbane skyline through the window and I am overwhelmed with satisfaction.
I fucking did it. I escaped. Like a rat leaving a sinking ship. I thought about staying and fighting, but I didn’t have it in me. Instead I was voting with my feet, stop feeding the beast with my tax dollars and escape the matrix with my wealth. I do the maths on the BTC in cold storage in my pocket. Enough to retire on where we are going. You have got to be fucking joking me. That pump this morning just made me a Bitcoin millionaire.
And I’m running away with it. Never in the history of man could someone so easily escape their captured country with a bearer asset like this. I wasn’t relying on another country’s bank or permission. I had unconfiscatable wealth backed up in a secure location, secured by multisig, and time delayed. Even I couldn’t steal from myself.
I was leaving my country, the place that I called home, that felt like home. I was heading to a new country, but not to be a citizen. I was now an international citizen. Citizen Bitcoin.
Fuck you. You peodo, puppet, politicians, and satanic so called elites. And fuck your chemically castrated, trans, fucked-up kids. May you all burn in Hell. Fuck the banker occupation of my home with your forever wars, fake pandemics and even faker vaccines. Fuck the media with your propaganda thinly disguised as journalism. Fuck the boomers that got psy-opped into believing all this shit. And fuck all you slaves that believe the lies of these idiots.
We level out, seatbelt lights come off, and before long the food arrives. It’s delicious. I didn’t realise how good airplane food could be. That’s it. Never travelling economy again. I fill myself with omelette and sausage, pasties and coffee and relax back into me seat for the rest of the 5-6 hours. I rub my full belly. I fucking made it. And made it in style. I set a goal to leave and here we are. A new chapter ahead.
I had never intended to leave Australia, at least not permanently, until the veil of our democracy was lifted by the scamdemic and I saw my country as the true vasal state to international interests it was. I was crushed. I had experienced the redpill with women and dating and that was hard to digest. It took me a couple years to come to terms with what my culture had taught me women wanted in a man was completely different with reality. But compared to the redpill of geopolitics it was a walk in the park. I had also been able to change my behaviour around women. This I was more powerless over.
Covid had lifted the veil. Australia was not a sovereign nation. At first I took Covid at face value. OK, a potentially deadly virus, better take precautions. I washed my hands more regularly and practiced social distancing indoors. But then things just weren’t adding up. Something wasn’t right, these measures were about something else rather than health, I just didn’t know exactly what that something else was – and still don’t really.
I watched Australia go into billions of debt for these insane ideas. My business did better than ever, but there was little satisfaction knowing that tough times lay ahead for everyone else. Then the vaccines came. Surely with all the inconsistencies of the pandemic response so far no one would take them. Surely people would question why drugs normally take 5-10 years to get approved yet this one was approved in 6 months. But no, people really thought it was the answer. They thought complying with these lunatics who had implemented this insane tactics to “flatten the curve” would work out well for them.
I researched further and things just got worse and worse. Australia banned the 2 drugs that were reported to reduce the effects of Covid significantly, and if taken as a prophylactic could actually stop you getting it. They had both been on the market for many years and considered safe for other illnesses. This was not about health and preventing the spread of a virus.
The more I read the more I learned of an international cabal of supernational organisations that wanted to reduce the world’s population to about half a billion. It wasn’t hard for me to believe. I put on my evil genius hat and considered if I was one of them and truly believed in climate change, then reducing the population (not my family and friends – well maybe the ones I didn’t like) was a feasible solution.
Then I considered the culture of these inbred banking cartel. No doubt if I was born in a culture of slavery and my family were slave owners I would be able to justify that. I remember how Marcus Aurelius thought he was very moral because he didn’t fuck his slaves. He was probably more moral than I could have been. There had been groups for generations like The Club of Rome and followers of Malthus that believed the world’s biggest threat was over-population. They were brought up in families and cultures to believe they were the chosen few.
Power corrupts. What happens when you have more money than God? What’s next? Maybe they don’t give a shit about climate change. Maybe they just don’t want to share the planet with so many other people. In a psychopathic way it sort of makes sense. It’s the main failing of communism and why it always ends in mass genocide. The leaders always decides there are just too many people to share everything.
Was this it? Was this the people who believed they owned the world – and on paper kind of did – way of getting rid of most of the population. It seemed possible, if not probable. I felt like the only sane person left. I considered leaving Australia, but I would have to sell everything in a fire sale and the international borders were closed anyway, and the rest of the world had gone insane too. There were a few countries that looked like safe havens. Belarus had no restrictions and Mexico was almost free, but the cost would be so much and then what if there was a change in government of there?
I would just have to stay in Australia and battle out the coming Armageddon. I fortified my warehouse and converted the mezzanine into a very liveable apartment, got solar panels and water tanks, even long lasting food and jerry cans of fuel. I figured better to not need it and have it than need it and not have it.
Then the mandates came and we weren’t allowed to go out to restaurants without a vaccine certificate. I really felt the pressure. At times I even considered getting the jab – it would just be easier. My wife wanted to get it – which I now remind her as the vaccine injuries and deaths pile up in the news. Even my parents, especially my step-father pressured me to get the jab. Such a typical selfish boomer – take this experimental gene therapy that’s likely to fuck the rest of your life so I can squeeze a few more years out of this decrepit old carcass.
My wife was waiting on her Australian residency and I was scared they were going to require her to get the jab and she would either have to get it or be deported back to Indonesia. I was terrified. The pressure just kept getting added and I didn’t know when it would stop. How far are they going to take this thing. They built “quarantine facilities” that looked more like jails and it was rumoured that they were for the un-vaccinated.
I held out and eventually the pressure stopped. Social distancing restrictions relaxed and then the vax mandates were removed – just in time for me to view my sons dead body at the palliative care unit he had been at for three months and I had been denied access because of my “vax status”. While I enjoyed going to restaurants again and eventually even being allowed overseas, I was still nervous what the next authoritarian over-reach by our rulers was going to be.
I remember in primary school lining up for assembly in the chilling, but sunny Melbourne mornings and singing. “Australians all let us rejoice for we are young and free.” We did this every morning so these words and melody repeated in my mind and heart and made me really believe we were free. Now all I could see was the next part. “Our home is girth by sea.” The international cartels can do whatever the fuck they want with us. In fact they can even experiment on us to see how far they can push the rest of the world that isn’t quite so isolated and vulnerable.
I was still undecided whether to leave Australia. We really loved it on the Redcliffe Peninsula. Things hadn’t gotten anywhere near as bad as I had anticipated. I could handle heaps worse next scam they brought on, which I was sure was just around the corner. Then the Ukraine war started. I had learned that whatever the media said was a probably a lie and if they were very passionate about something and it was wrong-think to go against a given narrative, then it was definitely a lie.
It didn’t take me much research to confirm they were lying about Russia. I didn’t believe Ukraine was a sovereign nation any more than I believed Australia was. So since they didn’t have any sovereignty, they couldn’t be fighting for it and instead were being used as a proxy to fight Russia. Brought to you by the same fiends that brought us Covid. But what was truly shocking was the death toll, which at this stage is somewhere around 500K. The Ukrainian men were conscripted to fight an unwinnable war, not for their country, although they believed it was, but for international interests.
In my mind it was only luck (for me anyway – not so much Ukraine) that they had been chosen to fight Russia and not Australia chosen to fight China. At least in Ukraine you could sneak over the border, not in Australia. I had to get out. My wife was Indonesian so that was the logical choice. Bali would do, but was a bit busy, so we looked at the neighbouring island of Lombok.
It wasn’t that I trusted the Indonesian government any more, but I felt much more secure in South East Asia. It was a short plane, or even boat ride, from a heap of other countries that I thought would give a buffer on govt over-reach – the rich could just move. It was also the first step in becoming an international citizen. Citizen Bitcoin and go where I am treated best. I don’t have to stay in Indonesia, but getting a base there is a good start.
The plane landed in Bali and I felt that tropical air as I disembarked. Let the new adventure begin.
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