Last year, swathes of my local area spent time swaddled in trans flags, rainbow flags, and Welcome to Country messaging.

Residents of the overwhelmingly conservative local community were forced to duck and weave around aggressive activist propaganda – no doubt in the hope that if they politely smiled and went along with all the nonsense, they would be repaid during Christmas, Australia Day, Easter, and Anzac Day with equally enthusiastic decorations.

After all, is that not what we were promised with a ‘multicultural society’?

Nowhere did elected officials and ESG regulations for companies mention that ‘including’ minority issues would also mean snuffing out mainstream and greatly-loved community events.

The Upper North Shore is a traditional area. While it might be temporarily in danger of falling under the spell of the Teals in a fleeting stupor of misguided green ‘virtue’, it remains an area thick with Christian churches, private schools, traditionally-minded public schools, and a community that describes itself as Christian – even if only in the loose spiritual sense.

It is an area whose parks frequently brim with Christmas and Easter celebrations and small businesses who look forward to community events every year. These celebrations are important, not only for individuals, but to preserve the culture and heritage of the area. And yes, Australia has a culture. We have a heritage. What we have is deeply special.

Culture is something the modern world pretends to care about when it comes to the demands of the newly arrived minority, but for the majority, there are powerful and well-funded political movements that spend their days plotting to destroy Australia’s culture through silence. Erasing Easter by failing to celebrate it with the same gusto as Pride Week is one way that activists can ‘pretend’ that there is no demand to continue on with the show.

Last year, the steps of the newly built train station at Hornsby were covered in a trans/rainbow flag. Every day, commuters had to trudge up the propaganda on their way to an unreliable rail service, wondering why the money wasn’t spent on cleaning the trains instead of painting the concrete. Reaching Town Hall, those same commuters had to duck under a sea of trans bunting and ‘Pride’ signs making it clear that City Rail was on its knees, bowing to the gods of rainbow activism. What do they get in return for this? Who knows. They won’t tell us. Instead, parents like me have to explain the situation to our children who are enticed by the pretty colours like candy offered by the creepy stranger at the park.

Over the Easter weekend, the train stations did not contain a single scrap of Easter cheer. Not an egg in sight. No bunny ears hiding behind the arrival board. Nothing. Easter isn’t on City Rail’s ‘Woke’ virtue list and as for the station steps, they remain barren and grey.

When it comes to council boards at the base of the station, they aggressively demand subservience to their ‘Welcome to Country’ messages, declaring that all of the trappings of a free and prosperous civilisation are actually built on ‘stolen land’. Land the council is happy to sit there collecting taxes for, puffing up their personal salaries instead of fixing potholes and building footpaths. Would it kill them to mow the lawn and weed the sidewalks instead of spending thousands on signs trying to guilt people about their race? Perhaps they could try writing, ‘Happy Easter’ on these boards once in a while.

And when you make it beyond the council’s nastiness, you get to a Westfield shopping centre.

For weeks, perhaps a month, last year, its giant entrance pillars were wallpapered with trans and rainbow paper to ‘celebrate’ Pride Whatever. Every spare surface held a message of ‘Pride’. Even the areas dedicated to children were covered in rainbows which now hold a sinister activist threat instead of the Christian promise of redemption.

Westfield suffocated its shoppers with Pride and yet here we are, over the Easter weekend, I look around and there is not a single Easter message. No sign. No decorations. Nothing. Decades ago, the shopping centres looked forward to Easter, dressing their businesses up to celebrate the complex twin festival of Pagan rebirth and Christian resurrection. It was a beautiful and complimentary culture forged over thousands of years.

This Easter, Westfield is as barren as the activist message.

There is no love in activism, only a wasteland of propaganda.

Shame on them all for trying to erase our cherished heritage. We can see what you are doing.