There are two moments in the Aussie calendar that call us to stop, reflect, and remember. Easter… and Anzac Day. One speaks of a rugged hill outside Jerusalem. The other of the cliffs of Gallipoli. One gives us the Cross. The other, the Southern Cross, draped across the shoulders of the fallen. Different times. Different places. But both speak of s...
Out here in the wide brown land we call home, Easter often means long weekends, backyard barbies, footy on the telly, and maybe a cheeky chocolate egg or two. It's a time for families, fresh air, and taking a breather from the daily grind. And there's nothing wrong with that. But underneath the sunshine and tradition, there's a deeper story we're a...
Stand at an ANZAC dawn service, and you feel it—the Cross and the slouch hat, bound by sacrifice. Easter's story, Christ dying and rising, wasn't just a sermon for our diggers; it was their fire at Gallipoli, Kokoda, beyond. Blokes in trenches clutched rosaries, said prayers, and faced hell with faith in their guts. That Christian spirit—love...
Walk into an Aussie school just before Easter, and what do you see? No crosses, no hymns—just "spring festivals" with bunnies and "diversity" posters. The woke brigade's got our kids' classrooms in a chokehold, swapping the Resurrection for feel-good fluff that'd make Jesus weep. From Perth to Parramatta, schools are ditching Easter's Christian sou...
Easter's not just a holiday—it's a middle finger to the Left! While woke warriors try to bury Australia's faith under secular sludge and identity politics, the Cross stands tall, shouting truth they can't handle. Christ's sacrifice and resurrection aren't up for debate, no matter how hard the Left pushes "spring vibes" or "diversity days" to gut Ea...
Easter should be Australia's pride—church bells ringing, families praying, the Cross flying high. Instead, it's a battleground, with cultural Marxism swinging the wrecking ball. Born in the 1960s, this secular poison's been eating at our Christian heart ever since, turning holy days into hollow ones. It's not just about bunnies or banned crosses—it...
Easter's here, and what's Australia got? Aisle after aisle of chocolate eggs, glinting in foil like some sugary siren call. Kids are bouncing, parents are broke, and the big supermarkets are laughing all the way to the bank. Sound holy? Hardly. These chocolate bombs aren't Easter—they're a secular scam, a far cry from the painted eggs my Nan used t...
Picture a Sunday in 1960s Australia. The sun's up, church bells ring, and families in their best gear stroll to St. Mary's or the local hall for worship. Pubs are shut tight—blokes might grumble, but they're home, carving the roast with the kids underfoot. Neighbours pop by, yarns spin, and the wireless hums hymns, not ads. That was our Sabbath: Je...
I'm eighty-five now, born in 1940, and every Easter, I close my eyes and I'm a girl again in our little weatherboard in Bendigo. The air smells of Mum's hot cross buns, and Dad's tuning the wireless for the church broadcast. We'd walk to St. Paul's, the whole street together, singing "Christ the Lord is Risen Today" till our hearts burst. Back home...
Hop, hop, hooray—Easter's here! Or so says every supermarket aisle drowning in chocolate eggs, fluffy bunnies, and enough pastel packaging to make your eyes bleed. Kids are hyped for a sugar coma, mums are stress-buying for hunts, and dads are wondering why their wallet's crying. Welcome to Easter, Aussie style—except it's not. Somewhere between th...
Australia's feeling like a house divided. You see it everywhere: city suits sneering at bush battlers, Left and Right screaming past each other, families split over politics or just too busy to talk. Social media's a shouting match, and the news reads like a script to keep us at odds—urban vs. rural, woke vs. working class, faith vs. the "enlighten...
Remember when Easter meant hot cross buns, church on Sunday, and kids hunting eggs while Nan told stories of Jesus? Now picture this: a council flyer for an "Autumn Fest," no crosses allowed, and schools swapping Resurrection lessons for "inclusivity" talks. That's not some dystopian yarn—it's Australia, 2025, where woke warriors are gutting Easter...
The Cross in the Outback: Why Easter Still Speaks to the Aussie Battler, By Bob Farmer, Dairy Farmer
Out past the black stump, where the red dirt stretches forever, Easter hits different. Last year, I saw it myself: a mob of farmers, shearers, and families gathered in a tin-roofed hall, the only church for miles. Under a sky full of stars, they sang of a Cross and an empty tomb, their voices rough but real. That's the outback—hard yakka, har...
Last Easter, I stood with my mates at a dawn service in a dusty country town, the kind of place where the pub and the church are still the heart of things. Kids clutched hot cross buns, old blokes in Akubras bowed their heads, and the pastor's voice carried over the paddocks, telling of a risen Christ. It hit me hard: this is Australia—our faith, o...
Artificial intelligence (AI) is increasingly infiltrating the legislative process, with tools like large language models (LLMs) being used to draft Bills, analyse policies, and summarise complex legislation. From state legislatures and even international bodies, AI is being trialled for tasks ranging from researching policy to generating legislativ...
The persecution of Christians in China unfolds as a sombre testament to a world drifting from God's truth, a stark reminder that the hour grows late and a "great reckoning" looms, a theme of the blog today. From a Christian perspective, rooted in the conviction that Christ's light shines brightest amidst darkness, the trials faced by believers unde...
As George Christensen has cogently argued, the world teeters on the edge of a "great reckoning," a divine judgment that looms ever closer as humanity drifts further from God's truth. From a Christian perspective, rooted in the belief that Christ is the ultimate arbiter of justice and that His return will bring an accounting for all, the recent deci...
The world stands at a precipice, teetering on the edge of a great reckoning that grows ever closer with each passing day. The signs are unmistakable: a relentless assault on truth, a deliberate erosion of faith, and a calculated push toward chaos that threatens to engulf nations and souls alike. Drawing from the Christian perspective that sees hist...
The revelation that the UK Met Office has been reporting data from non-existent weather stations, such as Newton Rigg, Lowestoft, Cwmystwyth, Nairn Druim, Eastbourne, Oxford, and Paisley, raises serious questions about the integrity of climate data used to support global warming narratives. According to reports, Newton Rigg, a station near Penrith ...
Recent surveys suggesting that a majority of Left-leaning individuals believe an assassination of a political figure like President Trump could be "justified," have sparked intense debate about political polarisation and the state of civic discourse. While these findings, if accurate, reflect a troubling sentiment, they must be approached with caut...
