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.

The religion of Humanism


"AUSTRALIANS are sharing their own accounts of life-and-death family decisions after newsreader Tracey Spicer told how she almost killed her mother who was dying of cancer.

There has been an outpouring of support from NEWS.com.au readers for Spicer, who has relived the night she held a pillow a foot away from her critically ill mother's face, preparing to end her suffering by suffocating her.
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The euthanasia debate was re-ignited after Shirley Justins was convicted of the manslaughter of her partner Graeme Wylie, who died from an overdose of Nembutal. He had Alzheimer's disease."

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At least in cases where there is the consent of the clearly dying person, forcing someone to slowly decay away towards the inevitable seems sadistically attached to various dogmatisms. Perhaps its humanism as a religion gone mad, the kind of dogmatism that holds that human life is sacred and to be enforced in all instances no matter the objective stupidity of the situation.

We humans are currently overpopulating ourselves globally, with absolutist rhetoric we defend the 'rights' of some decadent and neglectful welfare dependent people to be indefinitely supported by society, and we increasingly engineer some children who are severely disabled after birth for 'survival' despite condemning them and their families to a lifetime of pain. Is humanism becoming a sadistic religion?


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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