🧵 For the many new followers: we are a passion project that started as a business info content creator, then the market told us that we are actually - for lack of a better analogue - Australia's Joe Rogan in that we are good at being curious and talking warmly w/ all sides.

I wrote this song because I'm learning to dance at 40, and why you might need to as well. This is the story behind it: When I was eleven I rang the electricity company and begged them not to cut us off. By fourteen I was the one at the door when the angry landlord came knocking. I was labelled 'mature' for my age. But guess what? Kids who are mature for their age do not dance. They stand still and watch the room, analysing every social dynamic. Then they ask 'why' about everything, because if you can reverse engineer a system, you can control it. I became expert at it. Then one night recently, I accidentally joined in with my daughters dancing to the TV in the living room. Remember, I am a man who cannot dance. But before I could decide anything about where my feet would go, they were moving. Who started all this? I couldn't tell you, but I don't care. I now go to dance classes every Thursday evening. Babies bounce to music before they know what a beat is. There's a sulphur-crested cockatoo named Snowball that National Geographic documented in 2007, with the ability to bob to the Backstreet Boys. Many birds bob, but this one shows perfect rhythm awareness and speeds up or slows down to expertly match the tempo. I think some things spread before they are explained or understood. And you don't have to know who started it to join in. 'Who cares. Keep going.'

Woke up to a surprise today. With so much death involved with farming it's refreshing to be struck by new life. Especially unexpected new life. What a way to start hey? Cold, rainy, windy. I promise it gets better, little one!

I've been waiting for the night to win Every time it looked like it might Then the edge goes pink The morning's undefeated, undefeated, undefeated Dark had every chance and it never once got through Here it comes over the water, over the rooftops Same as it always does, and it's here for you too Oh-oh, here it comes Oh-oh, run to meet it

Whiplash is coming for the ruling class. Rob McMullan on tax cattle, natural law, and why the Pauline Hanson surge is only the beginning. @TheMcMullan

Breakfast of a champion. So weird that as a cattle farmer I still buy steak from the supermarket. I feed all my beautiful farm meat to others and there's nothing left for me!

My third album is going really well. I wrote this one in a new style: much happier, much more celebration. Still based on deep philosophical truths, but way brighter, to reflect my new life/mood this past couple of years. I do these projects for myself...wanting my own [app/music/video/interview/book] to encourage me or make my life better. Then I release them to the public too. It means I don't care whether people like it or not. I hope you do like what I make, but I'm not going to stop. It's for an audience of One.

4 years ago I gave up complaining and focused on CREATING. It started with a farm. I also started side businesses and gained massive skills like heavy machinery, metal fabrication, forestry and then tree surgery. I went on to author books, music albums, computer games, lots of social content. AI really helped organise my thoughts here. I had many accidents, some potentially life threatening (broken neck, by myself, in a dark paddock). Then the big one: I started to re author myself. Not just the body, but the operating system underneath. That project continues and is the most rewarding. I am so much happier constantly building. I still see the shenanigans in politics and society but I get so busy creating that I forget to whine about how lame everything is. I care less now than I used to about the insults and judgements of the way I live, speak, move, or dress. And this all makes me wonder if the vociferous amongst us would just go build something...anything... Maybe they'd be happier and we wouldn't have to deal with their toxicity. Imagine a world where everyone is too busy building something to complain.

Wow. Interviewing this week. That's wise

I’m 60.9kg (134lbs) lighter than my all-time high. Of course I look significantly more attractive but still have a long way to go to become truly lean and fit. You are seeing the best photo of 10 that I took, in the most flattering clothes, first thing in the morning before eating. You can’t see the flaps of loose, crepey skin because they are compressed under high waisted leggings. You can’t see the female-coded posterior lateral bulges of fat around my pelvis that formed over decades of being awash with oestrogen, because I’m standing dead on. You can’t see the shirt catch and grab on the bulge of abdominal fat around the navel when I move or bend because this is a still photo. But here’s what else you can’t see: Suddenly, I love pickles. I hate ice cream (my recent Messina visits aren’t working to rekindle the fire). I love running (!). So much. I think buffets are stupid (except for the cheap Korean ones where you can load up on meat and veg for $19). I love my ballet classes. Turns out, I CAN dance. I hate baggy pants, baggy tops, and baggy hoodies. I don’t dream about naughty food. I just eat it. Most days. Chocolate mainly. Not very much though, because there’s this new weird ‘off switch’ that activates when I eat that stuff. I look people in the eye now, and hold their gaze, effortlessly. This happened before I lost the weight. I find it easier to eat healthy, and to lower portions, than to eat crap. I don’t ‘diet’ and then ‘let go’. I never ‘let go’ because I don’t need to. I eat sourdough regularly. I love rice. I hit 200g of protein everyday without fail since June 2025. I eat way too much yoghurt. I still track 100% of my food with the app I built (Macro by Discernable) because I love data. It doesn’t rule me; it educates me on the choices I’ve already made before entering them into the app as a record of my life. It obviously wasn’t about being fat, or even about looking better. This was an entire identity excavation and had I taken a drug (GLP1, Ozempic, Retatrutide), I would have missed out on all the fun stuff I just wrote about. I value my new life much more than the skinnier body. I’d rather be free and fat than skinny and enslaved to a peptide, terrified of what happens if I ever stopped. I’m still writing my fat loss/identity excavation manifesto (‘You’re Not Real’) that I pray sets other people free too. discernable.io/notreal If you can’t wait for that, then hear this: the first thing I did to heal my inner child was to stop punishing him. I fed him cheesecake, with zero morality for the first time in my life. The cheesecake wasn’t a reward. It wasn’t a punishment. It wasn’t ‘allowed’. It wasn’t ‘sanctioned’ or a ‘cheat meal’. It was just…cheesecake. There’s wisdom there: food should not carry moral valence. Never morally good, nor bad. It’s just food. And different food carries different consequences. If you’re fat, and you don’t like being fat, maybe stop seeing your food, your habits and yourself as so morally loaded. Just see things for what they are and drop the judgement. Then, you might be able to change like I did.

holy shit i asked claude to make a video on western civiization

Anyone else noticing a resurgence in tallow filling deep fryers, AND people are flexing that fact? Seems to be post MAHA. It's getting easier and easier to find tallow fried food in Australia! Is it possible that one day we'll see KFC and McDonalds returning too?

Andrew Hastie has shown outstanding disdain for his voters. He was supposedly the future of his party. The irrelevance of the Liberal Party in Australia is both deserved and welcome. Let others fill the vacuum.

Ive heard the argument for strong foreign aid but I still dont get it. When I see them once again flinging tens of millions overseas (to a documented most corrupt nation on earth at one point) I can't see it any other way besides they hate us. Our ruling class hates us.

The most dangerous people I know are all sure they are 'the good guy'. They edit every story until they come out clean, and show no accountability. They truly believe that they would never hurt anyone, but somehow everyone around them winds up injured. Physically, emotionally, mentally. I've been that person, over and over, until I realised there's only 1 defence against their silver tongue: disconnection. Their type of delusion isn't just toxic, it's terrifying. I believe people will die because of the negligence they are guilty of, but blind to.

Fascinating insights here. Am I a confounder? Banana (genetically Chinese but very western values).

I love pissing off the vegans. Not because all vegans are bad, but because the preachy, self righteous and uneducated vegans get triggered and unfollow me. Then I'm left with a more sane follower base that is honest about the realities of nature, food supplies and humanity's role on this planet. ❤️ We, being the rational ones, are the only side who have a shot at improving food systems and our environment. Shouty vegans reach exactly nobody.

At 5am a fox took the head off an animal that lived on our front lawn. She was called Missy. I have it on camera but you won't see it here. If you live in a city you've probably never seen a dead animal that wasn't wrapped in plastic. That's not because there's less death where you are. It's because death has been moved out of sight, and someone like me is paid to conduct it for you. A predator doesn't kill its prey. It starts eating, and the animal dies somewhere in the middle. Compare that to the cattle and sheep on this farm who live beautiful lives, and then have one final, devastating moment (that they never even hear coming). It's faster than the speed of sound, then their body goes on to feed a human family for a year. On this farm, yes I'm the Angel of Death. But the kindest death comes from my hand, not nature's. The fox showed Missy no such kindness.

I'm noticing a new trend if you're 20 something. It's suddenly 'cool' to get married and have babies when you're young. While your body is full of energy, life and regenerative potential, and pop out in your late thirties with grown up kids and a decades of life ahead of you. I mean, it's biologically and historically true, but it's refreshing to see this becoming a cultural flex.