the longer i spend in australia the more i realise how dumb the place actually i. it's so busy making fun of america it's lost any credibility as a serious player on the world stage. a country rich in resources that it sells to the highest bidder and buys back at an even higher price. a country where youth unemployment is so high the govt. won't mention it. a place where the population centres are now overcrowded and spilling onto the streets, under bridges and in caves. a place where every single institution is corrupt, functions at a low vibration and capacity and fulfils no duty whatsoever. a visionless place where the smart members of the population have moved overseas and left the bankers real estate agents lawyers and politicians to run the place into the ground. 
all the while, the australian public enjoy a selective cultural display that suits the agendas of the elites.
it's that time of the year again where the sydney literary festival is held and as i go to investigate what do i see, the usual suspects. abc journalists, sydney morning herald journalists and the politically correct wankers whom make no contribution to art other than sanctify what is safe and accessible for your consumption. 
not one inspirational intellect, not one alternative voice, not one. just like the film festival, the art festival and the food festival. the middle class champagne green socialist trendies in their non offensive tee shirts and non offensive haircuts and non offensive conversations have nothing to add except a social media hashtag expressing how much they care by virtue signalling.
no wonder i hardly ever go out anymore. where would i go to have my brain challenged and my mind expanded. where would i go to hear some thing different, a spark of genius and inspirational.
there is nothing here now, just the beach, the blue skies, the waves.