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.

Your Democracy




Whilst you're working hard for your living, (including on Fridays), your politicians are engaged in practical jokes and emotional jibes mirroring a junior school classroom gone anarchic. Remember, though, that the people in this centralised forum in Canberra are amusing themselves with our issues like this because parliament has become so far removed from reality that arguing like school kids whilst dropping the appropriate 'key words' about current happenings gets your through the sitting. Interestingly we don't seem to care.

I wonder if it has anything to do with that old 'all votes are equal' thing?! For this makes it hard for any intelligent voice to stand out, speak the truth and be heard above the mass of other voices which might possibly be moronic. Majority rules is just another manifestation of our quantity over quality mentality, which has led to situations like the above mess.


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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