The Epic podcast

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The Epic podcast this Saturday 10 am to 10pm
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Written FEB 05 2022 The Tsunami of Freedom is here
Under one of Epic Park’s streetlights, the old red flag stirs on its makeshift pole. Here and there, I can hear the low voices of those Australians who are the earliest risers, the snores of others vibrating from swags, vans, and cars, as across from us, teams setting up another section for the morning’s farmer’s market bang metal scaffolding.
Yesterday morning, the ACT used hundreds of officers to remove us from our first camp. They brought tow trucks, riot police, and a Bearcat. A Bearcat is an armored vehicle.
There were a few arrests, a few cars confiscated, and one poor woman was shoved to the ground by an officer, whose actions and badge number were recorded by numerous phones. He would have been going viral even before his shift ended, for his act was the act of a coward.
And all this was, once again, an attempt to use excessive force to quell those who refuse to comply. And once again, we didn’t. Instead of going home, we went on a tourist cruise of Canberra in a long convoy, full of vehicles with the word "freedom" written on our windows and flags flying from wherever people could raise them.
Then we stopped on Anzac Drive to grab a photo opportunity of ourselves standing before the statues of the Anzacs. One side of the long drive was the War Museum; on the other, Parliament House, with that metal flagpole, the one that looks like a giant syringe.
For a while, we claimed the broad center island and waved our flags at the Canberrans who were driving past. Some waved and honked their horns, one woman even brought us food, but many, with their masks still tucked under their chins, tried to ignore us.
And we, just like at the marches, were a mixed bunch of people, aged from little kids to old grandmothers, who had come here from all over Australia to not ask but demand the return of their freedoms.
It was now that the reality of the morning’s eviction hit me. The vision of all those police entering, like an army huddled together to challenge another army, one that had a history of fighting them back—and even winning. But instead of fighting, we, their brothers and sisters, packed up our gear while reminding them, “They Serve Us.”
But do they? Do any of those institutions serve us anymore? Or have they all surrendered their souls, individually, to what they see as an inevitability? And now, as they often do, were they taking their frustrations—of their own cowardice—out on us, because we, through peaceful defiance, had become a mirror in which they could see their own reflection?
Here were a few of them now: a little platoon of freedom warriors unfurling their flags like the remnants of a memory of an Australia they were losing, as these people—who were ignoring them—were participating in the burial of it, all for the price of future safety.
Following this, we all headed to a showground they call Epic Park. And tonight, it would prove to be the perfect name.
From the moment we arrived, others kept arriving—many of them bone-weary from their trip but beaming from their joy at arriving. And they had come from everywhere.
Briefly, in the afternoon, security closed the gate, stating they were full. Then an activist opened it; another activist closed it again—all while the numbers of arriving vehicles continued to grow. Finally, the police turned up and, to the surprise of us all, opened the gates. While we had the chance, we let all the newcomers stream in. But there was no need to rush, for they would stay open for the rest of the night. Before crashing last night, I received a text that an enormous convoy from Gympie was arriving.
Now, it’s not even six in the morning, and the combined energy of all these outcasts—these COVID Jews—feels like having sherbet in your blood. They already are, even before the sun illuminates them, a thing of rare beauty. A gathering of true Australians who have become an awakening promise of an extraordinary day. An Epic Day.

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