Melbourne's Violent Thugs or Freedom Fighters?

There’s two versions of the universe right now – the reality and the one which the mainstream media reports.

This post is an attempt to share the reality of what happened yesterday on the streets of Melbourne, Australia. It’s written by me, as a law-abiding Australian citizen who was there all day and saw what happened with my own eyes.

Who am I?

The son of a fireman-cum-sole trader and hairdresser, my parents worked hard to give me a private school education. I completed my final year studies with a score that put me in the top 3% of the state, earning acceptance into Melbourne University where I completed a bachelors degree a decade ago. Today I’m married with a daughter and we’re comfortably net millionaires who own two businesses, two inner-suburban houses, a nice investment portfolio and enjoy all the trappings of the urban elite lifestyle. European holidays, nice restaurants, a $10,000 watch to tell the time.

I’m a modern day Bourgeoisie. From a material perspective, my life since this whole thing started has been quite fine. I’ve worked comfortably from home throughout and on today’s values, I estimate my net assets have gained somewhere around half a million dollars.

So why the hell would I join this group of selfish unwashed tradies marching the streets of Melbourne?

There two main reasons. The first is that the last two years has made me realise that this material world of ever more consumerism is one big illusion with an inverse relationship with happiness. Abundance has led to a society filled with apathy, selfishness and nihilism. The paragraph above on who I am is how this society measures me – but the only two bits that matter are my wife and daughter.

The second reason is that I agree with their cause.

Global macro investing is an activity that I’ve devoted most of my brain matter to over the last decade. The payoff for getting things right is a financial one, so mistakes that come from falling for any of our natural human biases can be a painful one. Growing the value of your portfolio relies on your ability to understand how all the worlds geopolitical factors interact with each other. What role are Central Banks playing? What does the $20 trillion in new assets they’ve added to their balance sheets do to impact markets? Are the mainstream narratives on China and the Middle East the reality or fiction? What’s happening with the ‘green new deals’ and global energy markets? What direction are we heading in with regards to globalisation or deglobalisation and what does that do to asset markets?

The global elite have their dirty little paws in the cookie jar on all of these questions. That same global elite have a lot to do with the absolute suppression of information and globally coordinated effort to mandate experimental vaccines on the world population. When they’re telling me I must insert a jab in my arm in order to continue living as a normal citizen, then I am going to be a little bit suspicious.

Like the tradies, healthcare workers, teachers and other every day Australians who are marching the streets right now – I’m just a little bit vaccine hesitant and don’t believe that should be a reason to be expelled from society. Hell, this jab could make me superman and I still believe in the individual right to choose whether or not I want to take it.

Why are they so obsessed with vaccines as the only possible solution in every. single. country?

In deciding how to combat this concern, I reflect on the following quote from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.

“And thus, overcoming our temerity, let each man choose: Will he remain a witting servant of the lies (needless to say, not due to natural predisposition, but in order to provide a living for the family, to rear the children in the spirit of lies!), or has the time come for him to stand straight as an honest man, worthy of the respect of his children and contemporaries?”

Do I get the jab, keep quiet on my concerns and go about living my same old comfortable life and criticising those who won’t follow?

Instead, the time has come for me to stand straight as an honest man and that’s why I joined the group yesterday. I’ve accepted that this move means I need to be willing to cut ties with all the material things in my life, but so be it.

At about 10.30am I joined a small group of maybe 200 marching peacefully along Victoria Street, who erupted into a cheer as they welcomed another member of the group who was willing to risk the police threats and join their cause. The same cheers continued as we marched through the city as more people joined us, cars tooted gleefully and every day people like office workers and shop owners tipped their hat in support.

As time went on the group grew larger and larger. There was a staunch commitment within the group to ensure that these protests remained peaceful. One guy had a box of lemons and was heavily criticised by the group who ordered him to leave the box behind as we will not, under any circumstances, resort to violence.

As we marched north up Elizabeth Street approaching Bourke Street, the group noticed a scary sight that resembled a war zone with the riot squad and their tank like vehicle approaching aggressively in the distance. In order to avoid a confrontation, the group made a run for Bourke Street where the command was to turn right and hopefully get everyone through before the riot police could meet us. I was in the middle of the group and as I reached within metres of the corner, I heard the sickening noise of bullets skimming past my head and catching people around me. Realising that I wasn’t going to make it around the corner in time, I pivoted and ran back down Elizabeth Street with adrenaline pumping as I left myself open for rubber bullets in my back.

The reports in the news about groups using sophisticated chat programs and surveillance of live helicopter footage to outsmart the police are beyond laughable. The complete suppression of information and willingness to put organisers in jail means that these protests are entirely decentralised, so there’s no one actually leading things and it’s all a bit unorganised. The reason for the ban on live helicopter footage is that the normies watching the live news streams might think twice about what they’re being told when they see police firing upon peaceful protesters like the Elizabeth Street scene yesterday.

If you want to watch footage of Australian Police members turning on their own citizens in this exchange, fortunately it was captured here. I witnessed this firsthand and it’s the most ashamed of my country that I’ve ever felt.

Yet still, the group reformed and the urgings of the people was to remain calm and refuse to attack back. We would not allow the lying media to portray us as violent thugs as they’ve been trying to do at every other protest. I think it’s important to share the feeling that comes with joining a protest that your government has determine to be an illegal one – the mood is tense. Everyone is walking knowing that police are actively trying to confront us and will fire rubber bullets, capsicum spray and arrest you with force. There’s also rumours of undercover police joining the group and trying to create chaos by yelling out suggestions to march towards different locations or even encouraging violence.

Police road blocks also play a major part in the direction of the march- the group is constantly trying to avoid a police standoff so whichever of the four sides are not blocked is generally the direction the group will go. The wide expanse of St Kilda Rd was attractive as it meant that we were less likely to get trapped and shot at, so we collectively agreed to head in that direction and moved towards The Shrine.

As thousands of us arrived at The Shrine, there was an almost aggressive theme of reverence towards the monument that we were visiting. People with loudspeakers demanded the group do not leave any rubbish on the monument, with several protesters walking around collecting empty bottles from people to place in bins on the outskirts. The group gave respect to the diggers, even engaging in a minutes silence to respect the grounds we were standing on.

Sitting on the steps, we looked towards the city as thousands of police descended on the location like a scene from the Tiananmen Square Protests. Heavily armed riot squad in the front, with rows and rows of other units walking behind them took the front position and established lines across both flanks. As they marched towards us, the crowd urged each other to remain calm and sit peacefully. Some men and women moved towards the front and sat their on there knees with their hands in the air as a sign of peace. At one point, a guy pulled a couple of lemons out of his pocket and was met with an angry response from fellow protesters who demanded he hand them over.

This stand off lasted at least a couple of hours. The group stood peacefully, even as the riot squad loomed and at one point tried to bait the crowd by pretending to take a knee in solidarity before advancing with guns drawn.

I spent most of the time sitting on the steps talking to those around me. They were people from all walks of life.

There was a guy who fled Afghanistan 30 years ago and told me that he was protesting because what he sees of Australia today is not the paradise he arrived at, but the same dictatorship he fled from.

A builders labourer with two kids who has been earning $2.5k per week post tax and handed in his resignation last week despite the fact that he had no savings or way of supporting himself, because he decided to stand up straight as an honest man.

A group of nurses from rural Victoria who told me that they’re here because they’ve seen too many adverse side effects or deaths post jab and face getting fired if they even do so much as questioning the narrative. One of the nurses had just finished night shift and hadn’t slept in two days.

Here was I, a guy who has made more money than nurses or tradies by sitting on my bum buying financial assets. And my fellow liberal elites sit there yesterday watching the 6 o’clock news after another day working from home lambasting these people as violent thugs. That’s where this world is at.

Knowing that the protest was going to inevitably end in the police marching forward, I made the call to move to the front which counterintuitively would be the safest spot to sit. I impersonated Ghandi and sat down a few metres from the riot squad for at least an hour. I actually felt safe, because I could see the faces behind the police masks and realised that these are just every day Australians trying to feed their families too. Safe in the short term is one thing, proud of what my country has descended to is another.

Eventually, the inevitable moment came. The riot squad marched forward and respectfully walked around me as I faced the ground with my hoodie over my head to protect myself from pepper spray or rubber bullets, then I was grabbed by both arms by two police officers who advised me that I was under arrest. I did not resist and we walked away from the group for 10 metres before one joked with me that I’d be spending the night in jail, before he gave me a wink and confirmed that I just need to come to the van where they’d issue a ticket and let me go. They asked me to please go home, because they’re over it and understand all of our frustrations but just want this whole thing to be over. When they asked why I was here, I told them about my knowledge of ongoing unreported suicides in one of the industries I’m involved in – they shook their heads saying that they were the last people I need to convince of this tragedy as they see it every day. As we sat down and had the ticket filled out, we shared conversation and all agreed that this world we’re living in needs to end.

I was arrested for the first time in my life and left the scene with a $5,500 ticket in my pocket for breaching CHO Orders (or kneeling peacefully in a public park depending on whose perspective you approach it from).

I think that most of the police force are good men and women who just want to go to work to look after their families. I think there’s a handful of them who love the idea of a communist police state, but they’re the same minority just like the small group of protesters who want anarchy. But this country is at a crisis point – we need people to make a stand and refuse to live a lie.

It is not easy to make a stand against the powerful groups running the country right now and it will mean you have to sacrifice your salary, your standing in society and your own well being. But the time has come for anyone who does not believe the lie to stand up as an honest man or woman and earn the respect of your children and contemporaries.