The Great Australian Phoney War

It had been almost a century since war had brushed against Australia’s shores. The most recent encounter was during World War Two when three Japanese submarines traversed her coast and entered Sydney Harbor. Attacking her ships, they left a scar that would endure. The fear from that day rippled out across the decades. Throughout the 90s and 2000s, one name would come to carry that fear, to clutch it tightly and release it whenever invoked. That name was ‘China’.

Yes, for decades the Politicians and their Media lackeys would terrorize the Australian public with visions of Chinese troops marching through the streets of Darwin. Chinese planes screaming overhead. Or even lone spies filling the water supply with a biological agent. A single drop enough to infect whole cities. Never ones to let a good bit of fear go to waste, it was used to drum up millions after millions of defense funding.

“We must allow the American Military Industrial Complex to build an intelligence installation!”

The irony of the statement was lost on them.

“We need to spend 16 billion dollars on the F-35!”

They were too heavy to take off.

“We need new subs!”

The subway down the road seemingly didn’t suffice.

“The subs need to be nuclear. No frogs allowed!”

But nuclear power is still no good?

The Politicians, rather than serving the interests of the people, as they swore to do, were always instead gaining interest on their sizeable savings accounts.

Perhaps if they stopped swearing, and counting money while in office, they could get their work done.

But alas, the decades of this behavior had done their damage, and it wasn’t too long before the people, growing increasingly tired of this behavior, had become a problem that needed solving.

So, the bankers stopped counting the wages of their political mercenaries and instead drew up a plan.

“The Australian public has been fearing a war with China for decades. I think it’s about time we gave them one.”

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The first day of war was a tumultuous one. It started with Breakfast News TV. This could only be recognized as suspicious with the gift of hindsight and a clear mind, unclouded by the fear of the moment.

“Good morning, Australia. If you’ve just woken up, we have some breaking news to bring you.”

The familiar voice to many rung out.

“Overnight, the Joint Defense Facility, ‘Pine Gap’ detected Chinese warships and aircraft carriers nearing the coast of Australia. US Satellites had been monitoring their movements since yesterday evening,” Kochie continued.

The drums of war rung out across all TV stations. The words were different everywhere, but the message was the same.

“US intelligence has intercepted and decoded Chinese communications that confirm intent of war.”

“All Australian men aged between 18 and 35, and all single men aged between 35 and 45 are required to join the ADF,” Michael Rowland stated with confidence, his own age not bringing him any fear.

The times were dire indeed. Just like generations before them, young men, innocent men would once again fall down in the mud, and wade through the blood of their brothers. Even the Jungles of Vietnam to this day shiver at the fates of these men.

Within a week, the majority of the draft arrangements were completed. There were a few issues here and there. News organizations made examples of conscientious objectors. The people who opposed war, who opposed death, who opposed the continued hatred and destruction of humanity were tormented by the public, who, in their fear, ruthlessly attacked them, and not through words alone. The police did nothing. They were under orders to allow these attacks. Australia was at war; we didn’t need a civil one. Their hatred, though vehement, was ultimately forgivable. They knew not what they were doing. I hope the lesson of this time may be that a scared animal lashing out can hardly be blamed for the treatment from its owner.

As the young men, most of them still boys, were bundled into military transports and taken to the coasts of Darwin and Queensland, they had no idea what lie in store for them.

Given brief firearm training, no longer than the pilots of spitfires in World War 2 had received, they were deployed onto the beaches and coastlines. They were informed that landing craft were on their way. That the Chinese had high speed amphibious infantry carriers, and that these would deploy troops in droves. They were to kill on sight, and not cease firing until every bullet had been spent. When they ran out of ammunition, they were to smash the skulls of the enemy with the butt of their rifles.

It wasn’t long at all before the men on the battlefield had begun to realize something was deeply wrong. Though the enemy was draped in Chinese uniform, as they got closer the men could see their faces were not Asian in the slightest. These were the faces of their brothers, not their cousins. But it was too late by then. Overhead, strike aircraft, painted with Chinese decals, flown by RAAF pilots dropped the napalm.

They were informed that these were dummy bombs, for the training and simulation of a Chinese invasion.

As they saw that fire rise from the beach, as they saw the smoke plumes, I cannot imagine the shock waves that must have rippled through their souls. All realised immediately, only some reacted immediately.

Those that did, pushed forward on the stick, sending their planes into a sharp dive, crashing into the ground at speeds in excess of 750km/h.

Those that reacted slower, instead tried with what little fuel and range they had to reach somewhere. Somewhere that they could repay those who did this to them.

The puppet masters had predicted this eventuality. The planes were equipped with time bombs, mounted under the fuselage, designed to go off shortly after the mission completed.

News crews were quick to arrive after the chaos. Budding, ambitious and naïve young journalists had been promoted to war correspondents. Filming the chaos and carnage, dutifully informing the Australian public of the horrors and atrocities committed by China.

The Australian defense forces had been wiped out. Destroyed by their own hands. Their hands pierced with the strings of Satan himself.

The Australian police forces and military reserves were ordered to subdue the chaos that resulted from the news. The poor military reserves were none the wiser to the fate of their brothers. Perhaps they would have stood a chance at convincing the police if only they knew.

Australians in droves were herded into disused quarantine camps. Mothballed by State Governments after Covid. Little did the public know, expansions of these camps continued once attention was withdrawn from them. People were far too content at the return to normalcy to ask difficult questions.
The troublemakers, those who resisted Authority, were dealt with swiftly. The camps even had on-site crematoriums. Back then, they said it was for the clothes. They said the clothes were contaminated. They told us it was the clothes. No one knew it was the clothes of skin that they meant. Contaminated with the spirit of freedom. Of liberty. Of life.

They told us it was the clothes. We didn’t listen.

Soon, Australia was once again at peace. It had never really left peace, except at the hands of our own leadership. But rather than being a natural peace, a peace in absence of war, a peace in absence of threat. It was replaced with a forced peace. No peace at all.

This was tyranny.

The nations of the world

The information flowing from Australia was tightly controlled. In the modern world, complete with the dependence of infrastructure and the control mechanisms built into the internet, this wasn’t hard.

In the Western World, news of the Chinese invasion of Australia spread like wildfire through the mouths of citizens, although, digital information on the event was kept quiet.

No control is perfect however, and whispering rumors of invasion reached the ears of intelligence agencies in Moscow and Beijing. Not knowing what to make of these rumors, knowing themselves that no invasion had taken place, the leadership was very confused.

Australia was the test bed. The forces that conspired to take over the world kept tabs on the progress of the false flag and subsequent regime in Australia closely. Valuable data and insights were gleaned. New plans were drawn up for the West. America was too difficult to conquer. They had to be dealt with in other ways. It was palatable for the self-appointed rulers of the world to poison the American Populous. Genocide, it seemed, was just a means to an end.

The rest of the world, having been disarmed over the last several decades, proved far easier to squash under the boot of Totalitarianism. China and Russia already had numerous systems in place making this extremely easy. A few mistakes were made, stray nuclear missiles were released by a few over-zealous commanders, believing a foreign attack to be in progress. It was in vain. The puppet masters had no country of origin. They dwelled in the shadows. And so it was, that within just one year, one terrible year, the entirety of the world was brought into the crushing grip of one entity. Dominion.

“A New World Government an Old World Style. The Party is: Dominion”

Tagline for my novel, 2085.

Of which this is the backstory to the instillation of Australia’s Totalitarian Regime.

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