Legalising cannabis will not be a step towards freedom, but a march towards an age of anxious dependency. Do not deceive yourselves. If alcohol laws cannot shield minors from drinking, cannabis laws will not spare them from addiction.
I have seen it with my own eyes, classmates, barely 14, dealing cannabis. At 15-year-olds' birthday parties, young people fall to this supposed cultural rite of passage. If you make it legal, you certainly will not make it safe. You make it omnipresent. And you make it dangerously more available to underage Australians.
In the vestibule of Parliament House, it says: "Where no Counsel is, the People fall, but in the multitude of Counsellors, there is safety." (Proverbs 15:22) The Counsellors of the people must stand strong in that sacred duty and safeguard the wellbeing of my generation.
But we know what those counsellors' education policy is: dismantle, undermine, indoctrinate. Dismantle the ethical structure of our Judaeo-Christian society and indoctrinate the destruction of all things free.
We can't trust the woke mob on education. The supreme function of education is to shield the future from avoidable ignorance. Yet the education system has fallen to its knees and bowed its head to the feet of chaotic tyrants.
I recall in my own education, the subject called Health and Physical Education (HPE). The curriculum boasted of teaching students to make "healthy decisions". Yet it served a far more insidious menu - a feast of radicalism and destruction. When I was just 13 years old, instead of learning how to live a healthy life, I was taught to recognise drugs, understand the mechanics of their consumption, and even how to use drugs "safely".
In another class in my final year of school, the teacher shoved woke views down our throats - on voluntary assisted dying, liberalising abortion, Israel and Palestine, and the legalisation of cannabis.
When the subject of cannabis came up, this peddler of delusion stood before us and boldly proclaimed: "Australia keeps cannabis illegal even though there is no scientific or medical fact to do so." There it was - an attempt to justify the slow, creeping decay of society, wrapped in the slick words of modern-day charlatans.
But this poisonous education does not stop at merely encouraging drug use - it drags its victims into the murky abyss of the drug of wokeism. In Year 8, I was subjected to lessons on "gender and sexuality". We were handed "fun" quizzes, in which we were to match various genders and sexualities with their definitions. From Demisexual to Bearsexual, Transgender to Xenogender, we were fed the lie that gender was nothing but a social construct, a mere plaything of the mind.
The classwork became so vile that even my teacher was appalled with what she had to present.
But the poison did not remain confined to the classroom. It was everywhere. LGBT posters plastered the hallways, pride flags fluttered from every building and dangled from every teacher's lanyard.
I was forced to endure "pastoral" assemblies, where we were lectured on how to conform to this warped worldview - how to fold gender theory into our everyday lives. We were told to use genderless language, to speak openly about sexual feelings, to unquestionably validate the feelings of those who believe that they can change their gender as easily as changing clothes.
One of my classmates fell victim to this madness and declared himself a "non-binary woman" at age 14.
Now, I am not against adults making decisions about how they want to live their individual lives. This is a free country, after all. But the moment young people are forced into these very adult concepts, I am going to fight back.
Even after all the "welcome to countries" and "vote yes" lectures, where every breath of air carried the hollow chant of false inclusion, I was still forced to study colonisation. I was taught that before the so-called "invasion" of Western technology and ideas, the Aboriginal people lived in an idyllic, untouched utopia.
One day, I walked into my classroom to see the word "culture" scrawled across the board. The teacher instructed us to brainstorm the bad parts of our "culture".
Several students raised their hands and asked, "What is our culture?" They had forgotten that they were Australian, lost in the wreckage of their own identity.
The system, in its warped attempt to preach inclusion, pushes a perverse agenda. A generation is being indoctrinated to believe that the butchery of the body, whether through reckless drug use or irreversible surgeries, is a virtuous act of self-expression. This is not self-expression. It is self-destruction, a deliberate tearing at the soul of the individual.
The purpose of education must be reclaimed. Let us give this generation a real education - one that teaches the eternal battle of good versus evil, freedom against tyranny.
In the shadow of this failing system, let us remind ourselves: God is not dead. Innocence has not perished. And history, in all its glory, has not come to an end.