Australia is a beautiful country. I traveled there to several places across Australia and met plenty of the old outback ‘crocodile Dundee' types. I was even invited to go 'Roo hunting. This was well before the gun confiscation in Australia. This evil agenda to disarm Aussies was spawned out of the big south-eastern cities and based on a hoax. I thought there was plenty of ‘wokeness’ (before it was called ‘wokeness’) existing in these big cities and it was odd and even queer. After drinking some Foster’s in a local pub, I remember reading the graffiti written on the bathroom stall. It was different from typical American graffiti because it tended to consist of political left-wing scratchings. Some of it that come to mind was “No Nukes” and “Save the Planet…”, etc. With a tune still in my head, I decided to leave some graffiti too. I wrote, “The future is uncertain and the end is always near”. I thought this might be innocent and a provocative thought…. After all, it was a Jim Morrison lyric. After a couple more Foster’s, nature soon drew me back to the rest room. At the same stall, I discovered that an Aussie already responded quite angrily to my graffiti. In Australia I guess this was the predecessor to the Internet. It said, “You Americans want nothing but death and destruction”. Wow. That blew me away. How did anyone know who wrote that? I looked over my shoulder and soon left the place.

Later on in my travels, I went to Perth. There, my accommodation arrangements fell through. I ended up needing a place to stay and some Aussie I had been talking with was kind enough to offer me his residence. He insisted it was alright and I was foolish enough to oblige. It turns out he lived in a high rise apartment and I recall he had an electronic code for opening his door. I never saw one of these locks before that time. When I entered, I was absolutely amazed at the size of the flat he had. It was quite literally a mansion like that of the rich and famous. It had marble floors with elaborate furniture everywhere. To see this was amazing, but unnerving.... obviously, this dude had a lot of wealth and it became obvious to me this individual must be well-connected. We talked for a bit. Then just like that, he said, "make yourself comfortable on the couch. I have things to do tomorrow, so I need to go to bed." He exited and I was left there alone wondering if I made a mistake. I decided that maybe it was.... the lavishness and affluence of the place was a bit intimidating to me. I recall asking myself, “Who was the dude?” Whoever he was, I no longer felt comfortable in finding out. So I got up and left. I’m sure glad I got the hell out of there. I just had this ominous feeling.

Thinking back, I believe this dude was politically connected. Our conversation earlier centered on a lot of political issues. At the time and compared to American democrat politics, this Aussie was politically far left of the dominant ‘blue dog’ democrats of the time. I thought he was a socialist, but now I believe he was a globohomo. I thank God for protecting me and giving me enough instinct to avoid any impending situation that may have developed. Leaving when I did was a good decision. I can't imagine how bad it is in Australia now, but when I traveled there, there was a socio-political tension I observed that seemed to exist under the surface.

Australia is a beautiful country. I traveled there to several places across Australia and met plenty of the old outback ‘crocodile Dundee' types. I was even invited to go 'Roo hunting. This was well before the gun confiscation in Australia. This evil agenda to disarm Aussies was spawned out of the big south-eastern cities and based on a hoax. I thought there was plenty of ‘wokeness’ (before it was called ‘wokeness’) existing in these big cities and it was odd and even queer. After drinking some Foster’s in a local pub, I remember reading the graffiti written on the bathroom stall. It was different from typical American graffiti because it tended to consist of political left-wing scratchings. Some of it that come to mind was “No Nukes” and “Save the Planet…”, etc. With a tune still in my head, I decided to leave some graffiti too. I wrote, “The future is uncertain and the end is always near”. I thought this might be innocent and a provocative thought…. After all, it was a Jim Morrison lyric. After a couple more Foster’s, nature soon drew me back to the rest room. At the same stall, I discovered that an Aussie already responded quite angrily to my graffiti. In Australia I guess this was the predecessor to the Internet. It said, “You Americans want nothing but death and destruction”. Wow. That blew me away. How did anyone know who wrote that? I looked over my shoulder and soon left the place.

Later on in my travels, I went to Perth. There, my accommodation arrangements fell through. I ended up needing a place to stay and some Aussie I had been talking with was kind enough to offer me his residence. He insisted it was alright and I was foolish enough to oblige. In turns out he lived in a high rise apartment and I recall he had an electronic code for opening his door. I never saw one of these locks before that time. When I entered, I was absolutely amazed at the size of the flat he had. It was quite literally a mansion like that of the rich and famous. It had marble floors with elaborate furniture everywhere. To see this was amazing, but unnerving.... obviously, this dude had a lot of wealth and it became obvious to me this individual must be well-connected. We talked for a bit. Then just like that, he said, "make yourself comfortable on the couch. I have things to do tomorrow, so I need to go to bed." He exited and I was left there alone wondering if I made a mistake. I decided that maybe it was.... the lavishness and affluence of the place was a bit intimidating to me. I recall asking myself, “Who was the dude?” Whoever he was, I no longer felt comfortable in finding out. So I got up and left. I’m sure glad I got the hell out of there. I just had this ominous feeling.

Thinking back, I believe this dude was politically connected. Our conversation earlier centered on a lot of political issues. At the time and compared to American democrat politics, this Aussie was politically far left of the dominant ‘blue dog’ democrats of the time. I thought he was a socialist, but now I believe he was a globohomo. I thank God for protecting me and giving me enough instinct to avoid any impending situation that may have developed. Leaving when I did was a good decision. I can't imagine how bad it is in Australia now, but when I traveled there, there was a socio-political tension I observed that seemed to exist under the surface.