Fast Eddy Tours DelusiSTAN
A Tribute to Mental Illness on Steroids
Roaring down the highway towards Margaret River, I passed a sign for the turn off to Witchcliffe Ecovillage. My mind quickly processed the term ‘ecovillage’ and visions of a bucolic paradise flashed before my eyes - sustainably built adobe and straw huts, surely no vehicles (EVs or ICE) but instead bicycles propped up against the huts, maybe some horses and cows, certainly no asphalt, peasants working the organic gardens, children joining hands dancing around a sacred tree singing KOOMbaya thumping on tambourines and a kindly auntie strumming the guitar.
I must check this place out so I slammed on the brakes, swung around and cruised slowly past the entrance.
What I encountered was about as far from the paradise I had envisioned as possible; what I encountered was a dystopian rural hellscape of concrete, pavement, chemically treated lumber, metal and plastic cars and SUVs (surprisingly I did not see a single EV), a few massive recreational vehicles, huge unsightly galvanized steel tanks to hold rainwater in every front yard, overgrown, weed-cluttered lawns and verges - in short, a subdivision that resembled an abandoned industrial site.
A handful of these rundown hovels boasted large vegetable patches which would need to be irrigated using pumps and hoses and faucets given this region of Australia is extremely dry in the summer. When one is mentally ill one assumes all this gear will still be available post collapse.
I did not see any cows or other animals which might provide manure for composting and I did not see any bullocks and carts so let’s assume they truck in their soil inputs. I imagine the neighbours of the few who have these gardens beating them to death when Armageddon arrives teaching them a brutal lesson about the futility of doomsday prepping.
It was Sunday afternoon yet I did not see a single person outside except for a man armed with a weed whacker buzzing away at the grass on one of the vacant lots. The entire soulless, eyesore of a project reeked of despair. There is absolutely nothing sustainable or green about Witchcliffe.
Unless you are captured by the Green Groopie movement, living here would be worse than living in prison. Having to interact with the mentally ill inmates of DelusiSTAN listening to them moan about climate change and other nonsense would drive a sane person around the bend.
Given they believe whatever cnnbbc tells them shall we assume there is a near 100% vaccination rate in the village which would compound the Idiocracy.
For a brief moment I considered printing out copies of The Three Pillars of Bullshit and sticking them in the post boxes then spray painting Welcome to DelusiSTAN on the entry gate and speeding off.
Instead I exited quietly leaving them to fester in their concrete and asphalt ecovillage puffing on their hopium pipes while watching Dancing with Stars on their Tee Vees.
Funny or pitiful? In the balance, I'd say funny initially, then upon reflection pathetic. I wonder what the initial investment in "eco-A$" must have been for those econo-dwellings (not to mention the SUVs and assorted hardware). Quite a packet I'd assume.
The whole charade falls apart when a child suddenly needs a heart operation or chemotherapy - this is the Achilles' heel for the über-richies in their well-stocked hideouts when the hammer comes down as well. Also the fact that without armed security your luxury cave or ICBM silo is going to be spotted sooner or later by the ravenous wandering gangs, and that armed security will sooner or later decide they don't need boss toad either. It's a conundrum.
Better hope the carefree aliens, now oblivious to be spotted or even photographed, are going to swoop down and save us. (Good luck with that one, when no one can even tell what their purpose in visiting Terra is).
Compare this to the beauty of small villages and towns all over Europe and UK. Most of them are still nice enough to visit and walk around even though life has changed for the inhabitants. They're like little theme parks now with museums of how life used to be. Those towns and villages built out of local stone grew organically out of the natural environment with rivers running through them, surrounded by wildlife and organic farms.
In Spain these old villages are dying off. They've been 'upgraded' and patched up by returned emigrants to rent out to tourists in the summer but the rest of the year they go quiet. The surrounding habitat has already gone feral where once it was managed by the locals year round. I once thought these villages would fill up with retirees giving them a second life but I think the lack of services and shitty weather outside of summer months is enough to keep them away.
I'm literally watching the collapse of the old world in real time. Young people have all moved away, schools, medical centers and small businesses are on their last legs. They're all piling up in the smart city compounds where their internet is a bit faster and public transport works a bit better.
And none of them realize that all their stuff comes from outside the cities and can be cut off in the blink of an eye.