At what point do people of British or European, or part-British or part-European ancestry, who were born in Australia – as I was – finally say enough is enough?

I have had enough of being told that my homeland, my birthright, does not belong to me.

I have had enough of watching people whose ancestors did not cultivate this land, did not build this land, did not die for this land, telling me that I am an illegitimate resident of my own country.

I have had enough of watching the beautiful streets and landmarks of this country – which is mine – daily and weekly being sullied, defamed, denigrated, despised, demonised, trashed in reputation and – as the left are so fond of saying – disrespected.

You do not have the right to accept my hospitality, accept my generosity, accept my freedoms and my tolerance, and then turn around and spit in my face, literally or even figuratively. You don’t. You really don’t…

I have had enough of knowing that if I send my children or grandchildren to our schools or universities they will be indoctrinated with poisonous, toxic Marxist teachings, designed to drive them into despair and hatred of their wonderful birthright.

I have had enough of switching on the telly to be harangued and harassed about my heritage, my culture, my upbringing, and my beliefs.

I have had enough of being embarrassed to say what I really think about the disappearance of the great Aussie larrikin spirit that once thrived in our suburbs, our supermarkets, at our bus stops, and in our servos – a community spirit that relied on no more than a wry comment, a thumbs up or a wink.

I miss ‘G’day mate’, I miss ‘she’ll be right’, I miss ‘rack off’, I miss ‘she’s a beaut sort’, I miss ‘no wuckens’, I miss Ken Oath, I miss Mrs Kafoops and her hydrangeas and her Monte Carlo bikkies.

I have had enough of not speaking my mind, of choosing my words ever so carefully, of over-thinking the potential meanings, of the potential ‘offence’ my words might cause to some miserable galah.

I’ve had enough of apologies, I’ve had enough of sorry, I’ve had enough of self-flagellating politicians and berating authorities and snotty, pompous shop assistants with ugly nose piercings.

I’ve had enough of ‘you can’t do this’ and ‘you can’t do that’ and ‘the council says no to this’ and ‘the council says no to that’ and I’ve had enough of ‘but on the other hand’ and I’ve really, really had enough of ‘but you can’t say that these days’.

I’ve had enough of pretending people who have certain sexual preferences or peccadillos are somehow magically lifted to a higher plane of morality. I’ve had enough of the dangerous and frequently grotesque mass self-delusions peddled to vulnerable young people in the name of progress, civil rights, and sexual self-identification.

I’ve had enough of walking into bookshops and then walking out again because the shelves are crammed with turgid Woke drivel you wouldn’t line the budgie cage with.

I’ve had enough of feeling menaced and a stranger in suburbs and places I once happily walked through without a care in the world and I’ve had enough of being told I must respect foreign values and alien practices that I have no time for.

I’ve had enough of hearing lies and reading little placards full of Woke BS in every museum and at every art gallery or exhibition I visit. I’ve had enough of random strangers on airlines, in townhalls, and at otherwise enjoyable events force-feeding me a fabricated reverence for a nonsensical historical proposition built on a ritualised and largely invented ceremony.

I’ve had enough on seeing my taxes, my money, squandered on a television and media empire full of loathsome presenters who clearly despise everything I stand for.

I’ve had enough of seeing my taxes, my money, squandered on an idiotic cult of climate extremism that is destroying the wealth and prosperity of the poorest people in this land.

I’ve had enough of people pouring into this country from some of the worst places on Earth, being housed, put on welfare, and set up for life all at my expense but at the same time it’s nigh on impossible for most people over a certain age from the anglosphere to have any realistic hope of moving here.

Since when did going ‘multiculti’ mean giving up the things we loved? Yet that is what they are now telling us. Free speech? Sorry, you can’t have that and social cohesion. Sorry, Premier, when did any of us ever agree to that?

I’ve had enough of funding with my money modern arts and modern artists who gobble up massive grants and then spew out barely disguised political propaganda. And true artists, true talent, never gets a look in.

I’ve had enough of bike paths. I’ve had enough of councils flying flags with pink triangles on them.

I’ve had enough of the stupidity that sees us kidding ourselves that the way to a secure energy future is by pushing water uphill.

I’ve had enough of the idiocy that believes you save the Australian bush by destroying it.

I’ve had enough of the hypocrisy, the humbug, and the self-hatred that festers in this country, fuelled by the institutional forces of the rabid left who have destroyed what was once so beautiful and so magnificent about this land.

I’ve had enough, I really, truly, madly, deeply, have had enough…