If every country except Australia vanished, we’d be sending our convicts to England.
(Tongue-in-cheek, no offence meant) – RecklessPrudence
The Parliament had been in an uproar, of course. They were in an uproar for five days. And one question remained unsolvable:
“Who the hell do we sell shit to now?”
Australia still was the lucky country. It was lucky enough to miss out on a planet-wide apocalypse. It was lucky to survive intact, with all its population whole and unharmed.
It was the rest of the world that was obliterated.
And while parliament argued, everyone else just quietly got on with things. Australians had always been forced to make do, so adaptability had become bred into the national fibre.
Every urban backyard became a small farm.
The companies who formerly had a hold on the country’s economy fizzled and died without their CEO’s to enforce their grip. And completely failed to ruin what little economy was left.
Australia was too tough to take that kind of threat seriously.
Some problems were solved easily. Such as what to do with the boat people. Without a political structure to claim asylum from, they could go back to the lands they once called home. With a crate of essential supplies and a fond farewell.
Which was the beginning of the ‘love it or leave it’ policy. Followed closely by ruthless scouring out of anyone who “wasn’t Australian enough”.
When it was all over, the Australian Natives were very glad to have their country back. With much better infrastructure, to boot.
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