Corrupt Australia presents an alternative to the politically correct channels of debate to reveal and scrutinize the skewed structure/design of modern Australian society. We also seek to encourage autonomous Australian culture which is free from the standardizing and overly materialistic clutches of globalisation and which encourages citizens to go further than simply contributing to a quantity over quality mindset and the banal and unsustainable conditions under which we may increase our love for and attainment of material mass.

'Environmentalist' turned politican Peter Garrett approves bay dredging


Peter Garrett, former frontman of Midnight Oil, a band that presented themselves as hardcore environmentalists throughout their career, continues to reveal his true colours as Environmental Minister of Australia by approving the dredging of Victoria's Port Phillip Bay - despite ongoing concerns over eco system degredation and toxic sediment dumping. Despite his portfolio being the environment and not the economy, he recently 'observed' that the economic benefits outweigh the environmental costs: http://www.bluewedges.org/index.php?page=fact-sheet-1.

Since becoming environmental minister, he has approved the dredging of Port Phillip Bay, the pulp mill in Tasmania and been reletively quiet about Japan's 'scientific' whaling near Australian waters. Perhaps he feels that the benefits of his pumped up environmental stance when in the music industry, attracting more green conscious fans and ensuring inreased record sales, outweigh the costs his character is now incurring due to this relaxation of his standards.

"In the morning we will wake up and take to the air,
Look back at the planet-I'm glued to my chair;
Southern half is burning as we climb through the sky;
Sea birds softly falling, smoke way up high.

Sediment is flowing from river to sea;
Now where are the mighty nations, no lines to be seen;
An axe upon the broken ground, the sigh of the trees;
And it's floating in the ether, it brings me to my knees."

-Midnight oil, from the song 'Earth and Sun and Moon'


Think of it all - of the life that is! Study your friends and foes!
Study the past! And answer this: "Are these times better than those?" The life-long quarrel, the paltry spite, the sting of your poisoned pride! No matter who fell it were better to fight as they did when the world was wide.

Boast as you will of your mateship now - crippled and mean and sly - The lines of suspicion on friendship's brow were traced since the days gone by.
There was room in the long, free lines of the van to fight for it side by side -
There was beating-room for the heart of a man in the days when the world was wide.

With its dull, brown days of a-shilling-an-hour the dreary year drags round: Is this the result of Old England's power? - the bourne of the Outward Bound?
Is this the sequel of Westward Ho! - of the days of Whate'er Betide? The heart of the rebel makes answer "No! We'll fight till the world grows wide!"

The world shall yet be a wider world - for the tokens are manifest; East and North shall the wrongs be hurled that followed us South and West. The march of Freedom is North by the Dawn! Follow, whate'er betide! Sons of the Exiles, march! March on! March till the world grows wide!

- Henry Lawson

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