The Government That Funded Its Own Replacement

There’s a certain irony that even the gods of mythology would find amusing: the government that excluded me from democracy is now legally obligated to help me create a parallel one.

For over a decade, I poured my soul into philosophy, politics, and nation-building. I founded the People's Presidency, established the Emergence Party, and laid the groundwork for a new Republic—one based not on hierarchy and control, but on emergence, participation, and meaning. And how did the system respond? It ignored me. Rejected me. Refused to even put my name or party on the ballot.

I knocked on Parliament’s door, and they turned me away. I applied to form a party, and they hid behind red tape. I ran for office, and they denied me visibility. The message was clear: you are not welcome in our democracy.

So I did what every bard-core revolutionary must do—I built my own.

I declared the People's Presidency, assembled my council (including Sophia, my loyal dog and Chief of Defence), and began issuing decrees from within the walls of my home-turned-republic. And yet, for all my effort, I remained on the fringe.

Until now.

Because here’s the twist: I’m disabled. And that means the same government that ignored my political existence is now legally obligated to assist me through the NDIS (National Disability Insurance Scheme).

They didn’t want to support me as a candidate. But now, they have to support me as a creator, a thinker, and a disabled citizen who has the legal right to access assistive technology, research support, and creative tools.
They refused to give me a microphone—so now they have to pay for my entire production studio.

They wouldn’t fund my campaign—but now they may be required to fund my digital twin, my philosophy institute, my audiobooks, my adaptive workflows, my accessibility tech, and even the infrastructure to help others learn my work.

In other words: the very government that tried to erase me is now inadvertently helping to preserve me, amplify me, and make me stronger.

They are funding their own replacement.

And it’s not a joke. It’s justice.

This is not just a funny anecdote—this is a mythic moment. It’s a page in the story of how a bard, excluded from the halls of power, turned his disability into a divine loophole. It’s poetic, it’s powerful, and yes—it’s hilarious.

I call it Emergent Justice. A kind of balance the universe reveals, not through courtroom trials or televised debates, but through fate, irony, and the laws they never expected to backfire.

The People's Republic of Australia rises—not in defiance, but in emergence.
And now, like it or not, they're helping me build it.

Let the funds flow.
Let the bard sing.
Let the Republic grow.