Being Christmas, this is the time of year I get to attend work lunches at fancy Sydney restaurants. Yesterday, I attended another such lunch, it was my third in a week, about twenty of us went to a particularly good CBD restaurant. I don’t enjoy these lunches. Why? Well, I like to keep my social and work lives separate, because I don’t have much in common with my work colleagues. This doesn’t mean I don’t like them, it’s just that I know I think differently to them, particularly about politics and culture, and I’ve reached a stage in my life where I only want to spend my precious social time with like-minded people. I don’t find this socially limiting, fortunately most of my family and friends share my opinions. But such work functions can be interesting, because I get to sit, observe, and listen to woke progressive babble and bile, and it gives me an opportunity to counter spurious arguments and nonsense with one or two verbal missiles which invariably leave people’s jaws dropping and drooping, I’ve noticed how some suddenly develop rapid onset bell’s palsy. Yesterday, arriving at the restaurant, I noticed how the table was segregated, with the females sitting at one end and the men sitting at the other. I thought, oh dear, this does not bode well. These young women are all highly educated, have degrees, and come from privileged homes in Sydney’s affluent suburbs. The lunch began okay, but about forty minutes in the subject of politics came up and then the alarm bells started ringing. I sat up and steeled myself for what was to come and believe me, it didn’t disappoint. The table became drenched in woke talk and woke cliches about Trump, the Liberal Party, and the right in general. The lunch was a horror show and I left disturbed, rattled, and frightened. Of what you may ask? Frightened of the future, because these young woke women are the future, they vote, and it’s scary.
So, what ensued at the lunch once the topic of politics came up? Well, it started with several of the women calling Peter Dutton “Lord Voldermort” and “potato head”, to which all the women laughed, they described him as far-right, one said that the Liberal Party was now so far-right that it will never win another election, especially with Dutton as leader, and they all nodded their heads in furious agreement. I spoke up and said that many thought the same about Anthony Albanese and Labor and that two years ago “Albo” was as behind in the opinion polls as Peter Dutton is today. I said that Dutton isn’t “far-right”, that’s how the MSM portray him. The sudden onset bell’s palsy began.
The conversation got worse, far worse. I nearly chucked up my chicken dish when the woman sitting next to me said it would be great if Julie Bishop could return to lead the party. I had to quickly pour myself another glass of sav blanc to calm me. The women continued to parrot every progressive woke talking point…
- Jacinta Ardern is fabulous. I pointed out that Ardern has nearly destroyed the country. She is on the nose electorally and she and her party will lose next year. There was silence from the women.
- The Liberal Party under Scott Morrison was far-right. I responded by asking, how? There was silence. I said that if the Liberal Party was “far-right”, it would not have signed up to net zero emissions by 2050. There was silence from the women.
- Barnaby Joyce is awful, an adulterer. I said that both Bill Shorten and Tony Burke are adulterers. There was silence from the women.
- The Liberal Party doesn’t believe in “climate change”. I asked how this opinion equates with the Liberal Party signing up to net zero emissions last year? There was silence from the women.
- The Liberal Party doesn’t believe in renewables. I said because they’re unreliable, if we want an energy source which has zero emissions and is reliable, we must go nuclear. There was silence from the women.
- Sky News and Murdoch media is far-right. I said I watch and read both. There was silence from the women.
- Tony Abbott is evil. I asked, how so? Silence and I said, you don’t have to like his politics but he’s a decent human being, he is not evil. I did hear murmurings of agreement from the women.
- Donald Trump is evil and mentally ill. I asked what they thought about Joe Biden’s mental and physical health? I said he is senile, decaying before our eyes. There was silence from the women.
And it went on and on and on, culminating in, “Albo’s great, Albo’s great, Albo’s great”.
It was time for me to leave, I was exhausted. Walking back to the office, I pondered some depressing truths. The first truth is that the Liberal Party will be out of office for at least a decade. The second truth, a truth we all know, is that the Liberal Party deserves to be out of office, the lunch confirmed to me yet again how the Liberal Party, for over a decade, failed abysmally on so many policy fronts but particularly on addressing woke indoctrination in schools and universities and on addressing the climate cult. It is now out of control. I don’t think it can be turned back. Morrison’s decision last year to sign up to net zero emissions to appease the woke gods and various wet Liberals (we all know their names) made not one iota of difference. The bird had flown the coop, these young women are so indoctrinated, so filled with woke rubbish that it would take a depression, a war or aliens arriving to unwoke them, and even in those scenarios, I doubt they would budge. The tragedy is that despite the Liberal Party capitulating on every woke issue and fad, from climate change to euthanasia to abortion, it fails to win them any votes because the young think conservatives and anyone who’s right of centre are insane, evil, far-right, and Nazis. In my gloomiest moments I wonder if the Liberal Party will ever win another election again, so damaged is the brand. Am I being too pessimistic? Maybe, but I think the young are gone. The pied piper of wokeism has captured them. The party, in its current guise of Labor lite, is incapable of winning anything, evidenced recently with the atrocious Victorian result, and the party here in NSW will be smashed electorally in March next year.
But this suits these indoctrinated gals I lunched with yesterday. They’re progressives, convinced of their moral and intellectual superiority, marching in Maoist unison full steam ahead and we on the right have only ourselves to blame for this situation. Whilst I’m able to toss in some verbal sledges here and there, I know they’re laughing at me because they view me as a curiosity, and I often feel like I’m the lone remaining solder at a battle, with my comrades having fled or dead. Unsurprisingly, by the end of the lunch yesterday, I felt sick. But I did manage to make myself smile with my last barb. Just before I left, one of the young women at the table, who finds me “interesting (code for “odd”)”, asked what I thought about Rishi Sunak. I said that I did not have an opinion about him however he isn’t the one who is pulling the strings, he’s a puppet. Of course, she didn’t get it what I was saying, however her response was to laugh loudly and say that at least he’s not like the buffoon Boris Johnson, who she described as the UK version of Donald Trump. I responded, “well, that’s an unfair”, she was surprised and asked, “to who, Boris?” and I said “no, to Donald Trump”. I left with a smile on my face.
I’ll end with some optimism, there are glimpses of hope, but they are not found in these woke educated women from Australia’s affluent suburbs, they are found in women such as my manicurist from Vietnam or my beautician, who is a Hazari from Afghanistan. They are women from the western suburbs of Sydney, women that a Liberal Party with any smarts should be courting.
In the meantime, folks, start preparing yourself for a woke world filled with wokey women. Warning, it’s scary, very scary.