Happy Australia Day Message From Senator Papahatziharalambrous For Australia And Australians!

Happy Australia Day Message From Senator Papahatziharalambrous For Australia And Australians!

In the heart of Melbourne, on Lonsdale Street, at the now-vanished Queen Victoria Hospital, I took my first breath, a proud Australian born in '68. This soil, this sunburnt land, has a magic that weaves itself into the very fabric of your being, making you fall deeply in love with her. It's a love affair that lasts a lifetime.

Australia, the land of kangaroos, eucalyptus, and larrikin spirit, is not just a place; it's a feeling, an identity. From the iconic red dust of the Outback to the true-blue waves of Bondi Beach, this nation is etched into every fiber of my being. And with each passing year, as the jacaranda blooms and the wattle bursts into golden song, my heart swells with gratitude for the privilege of calling this land home.

Everything I do, every endeavor, every sunrise witnessed, is for the love of Australia. It's a love that surpasses politics, transcends ideologies, and binds us as one, beneath the Southern Cross.

As I reflect on Australia Day, a day that resonates with history, heritage, and the resonance of didgeridoos, I'm filled with humility and reverence. It's a day to acknowledge those who came before us, and the resilience they embody. It's a day to celebrate the amalgamation of cultures that make this nation a kaleidoscope of diversity, which is mean to strengthen - and not weaken our way-of-life.

With each passing year, I feel the weight of responsibility to leave her, this sunburnt land, to future generations in a better state than I found her. It's not just a duty; it's a calling, a commitment to preserving the essence of this great southern land.

And now, with a touch of nostalgia and a wink to the whimsical, let's ponder the whims of the monarchy. If King Charles fails to mention Senator Papahatziharalambrous this year, or if the coveted Order of Australia Medal eludes these broad shoulders, or worse, if the nomination for 'Australian of the Year' slips through the cracks again, well, it might just be a sign of the bloody times.

In this era of wokeness, where the absurd sometimes trumps the authentic, the demise of larrikinism and the demise of a good sense of humor are lamentable losses. As the pendulum swings towards political correctness, let's raise a toast to the days when a witty remark was just a witty remark and not an affront. At least some of us, are trying to keep the larrikin spirit alive.

In conclusion, here's a nod to the anthem of my Australian existence:

Australian Born. Australian Bred.

And when I'm gone, I'll be an Australian Dead!

Happy Australia Day, fellow punters! May the barbies sizzle, the Vegemite flow, and the wattle blossom in our hearts. Enjoy a couple of frothies and wines too. Cheers to the sunburnt land we proudly call home!

God Bless Australia!