When I was younger, back at uni, I spent way too much time trying to sound like something I wasn’t.

Trying to act the part, fit in, be what people thought I should be.

I spent so much energy toning down who I was—trying to scrub the Aussie out of me, sounding less like home and more like some polished, globalised version of what they call “proper.” But the bloody truth is, I couldn’t fully shake it. Terms like “bloody” still crept into my writing, my speaking. It was always there, no matter how hard I tried to bury it.

Well, I’m done with that. I’m not playing that game anymore. All those terms, all that slang, all the things that make me Australian—they’re bloody back. And I’m not apologising for it. To hell with pretending. To hell with conforming.

And to all of you out there trying to lose yourselves in this globalist WEF garbage, trying to homogenise the world into one bland, lifeless thing—fuck you. Be who the fuck you are. Speak the way you speak. Live the way you live.

Don’t let them take that from you.

Bill, why aren’t you blocking me yet? I’m a doctor, an academic, and an economist. That said, I’m still here, speaking truths you probably don’t want to hear. So, what’s stopping you? Afraid you might learn something? Or is it just that you can’t look away?

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