With December 10th of 2025 only hours away, I have been keen to see how the current Australian Government’s attempt at overreach and imposing we all attend nanny state daycare online is likely to play out, and as it so happens, it has indeed begun!
Ahem, excuse me a moment…
What a freakish pack of controlling bed wetting wankers!
Pretty sure it is about time for poor lil fuckin Albo to put on his big boy pants get over being the kid that was teased for picking his nose in class. Time for all kinds of Wrong to have her intolerable arrogance and mean girl taken down a peg or two by getting metaphorically snotted in the face by someone she chooses to shove around once too often.
And as for the E-Karen, why the fuck does she even have any of the power she is wielding in Australia…!?
Well yeah, what an intro to my first official blog post? (Giggling away, don’t mind me amusing myself!)
More to the point, why so angry Rebecca?
I don’t know I would call it anger, not so much as bloody good excuse for an algorithm free rant…!?
Did you know, Albo was asked in one interview, what he would do if he was a dictator?
Guess what his response was…!?
If you thought it just might be censoring social media, to avoid ridicule and control narratives, spot on smart and well educated cookie!
So here it is…
I received an email from Reddit this morning, notifying me of Australia’s decent into the stinking pile of bullshit that is being trotted out as “For The Safety of Our Children”…!?
Which began like this…
Look honestly, given how anti-social our not so social media has become, how little interaction there actually is on these platforms now, if I am going to make it as a blogger and maybe one day as a published author, social media is likely to have had little at all to do with it.
But just in case I do get lobbed off of any social media accounts and platforms because some algorithm decides I am under the age of 16, due to what content I post, interact with and what I choose to consume… please do keep this website in mind to visit from time to time.
Because I will not be playing the game of providing ID verification due to these new laws in Australia.
Me choosing to verify any of my accounts to receive a nifty little blue tick on my profile as a verified creator is one things, but a government dictating I do so… FUCK OFF!
Now personally, I really don’t know how many people are likely to have literary cravings for the kind of unapologetically candid, irrefutably starkers, indulgently sassy, decidedly impolite, wickedly humorous and entirely fucks free content it looks like I am going to be serving up for the foreseeable future, but who knows…!?
If you are one of those readers, please do feel free to bookmark this website… perhaps… MAYBE…!? (Huge cutesy grins and all!)
So let’s plan for me being on social media platforms for a good time yet.
Allow me the beg I told myself I would never do as a blogger and as a (shudders… oh yuck… ick)… I don’t want to say it again!
As a cont… teeeee… nup… no way!
Not going there… called myself a content creator far too often already… not getting tarred with that kinda ick and stigma anymore!
Let’s term it as only I can, as too fucking long winded for anyone to be bothered reading the whole sentence.
A misanthropically supercharged middle aged woman who has developed a rather severe allergy to human kind and is now simply throwing shit online to somehow feel somewhat relevant and just a tad visible in a world that has barely ever acknowledged her existence.
My apologies, I do digress…
Let’s get to the beg and wrap this shindig of a rambling mess up, my beg for your follows, likes, comments, reactions and shares!
Yeah, I don’t know about you, but I am feeling rather loopy from all the fucked up mess the whole world is in right now.
It may well be that it really is just me, given all that I am about to drop in the next post for you to see…!?
Although I can’t help but wonder about anyone not feeling just slightly unhinged at this point, maybe they should check if they actually have a pulse still ticking over. Cause seriously, if you ain’t feeling the crazy that has been ramping up in the air during 2025, you are either dead or living in some delusional lala land of ignorant bliss. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind partaking in whatever biologically created intoxicant your body and brain is producing for your comfort and pleasure.
I do not know one single person who has a sailed through this past year without a reasonable load of misfortune, happenstance and some kind of screwy universal resistance.
And I really gotta say…
I don’t at all envy the parents of teenagers who are about to have their online toys taken away, or the younger teens who mistakenly believed that all their only Christmas’s were about to come all at once. I mean, have you noticed that our ever so “thoughtful Australian Government”, thinking only of the children, has implemented this ban as they head into their longest stretch of school holidays for the year…!?
Bravo Albo and Co, what a spectacular display of dumb-fuckery!
Seriously I dread the fallout, not only as our youth dive deep into the dark web to get access to what is now denied, but also the level of chaos as frustrated and bored children look for something to keep themselves occupied while both parents are at work.
Buckle up people, this can only go one of two ways.
Either we are smooth sailing through without issue, or we are headed the way of the UK.
I know which one I am bracing for, along with which one I am hoping is the end result.
But either way, this is my prickly little patch of the internet, and I am fixing to stay!
Well, so long as 3i Atlas doesn’t turn out to be the aliens who lob on our doorstep around December 19th of this year, how much worse can it really get, stranger things and all…!?