The Hierarchy of Rural Australia

Growing up in the modern world you will inevitably come across the idea of class. From the most politically removed boomer to the tippity top of wretched 4Chan greentexts. The term will have likely thrown discord among us. Whether it's in movies and games that use the term as some vague premise that chauffeurs a plot like it's an Indonesian politician, or Das Kapital by Karl Marx, which upon reading is not discernible from my year 12 mathematics application textbook beyond talking a lot more about coats instead of unreasonably high watermelon purchases.

How class is typically described is you have people divided into an upper, middle, and lower strata. `

The upper class is full of rich people like business owners and other moguls who own a majority of the world's wealth. 

The middle class typically have highly specialised professionals like doctors and lawyers, and in countries like Australia can even involve what is called a “working middle class” of tradies and other high quality durry munchers, who bravely put their health unnecessarily at risk by living off a meagre diet of tobacco and choccy milk. Patriots!

Finally you have the lower classes, full of general skill laborers along with the unemployed and unwashed masses, that is druggos and discord moderators (you can join my discord here by the way)

Now although these “classes” can be interpreted as present in most every part of the world, unless god forbid there is another spanish civil war, their details can differ from place to place. Now to play to both sides here, if you are one of them pinko loony lefty communists then watch this video so that you can best understand the international class struggle comrade! If you are a neo-fascist crypto capitalist Patrick Joker sigma-pilled Bateman then these are the enemies and allies of free enterprise business pardner (yee haaw!)

Here is the class structure and description of Rural and Remote Australia!

Elites: Pub Owners.

To start at the top, because that is where the fish and chip shop rots, we have business owners. Every Pub, Cafe, and non-franchised institution is run by a dedicated didgeridong-head hard at work trying to grift as much money out of minimum wage workers who are too high to notice. 

This is much like any other business owner out there, however due to their proximity to the plebs in the lower classes through having to sometimes directly manage the poors and live in the same suburb as the middle class, the only way they can get their sense of superiority while under the stress of managing most likely the centre of economic activity in the town: generic_pub_02, or of course the perimeter defence random_roadhouse_01, is social manipulation of their entire workforce, and the purchasing of either Extremely out of place Tesla cars or a dysfunctionally sized American cars.

 Of course if they have some semblance of integration with the local community they will own a really kitted out landcruiser, which they probably only ever use to drive to a local creek which - lets be honest here - barely even needs a four wheel drive to access. Landcruisers are the main status symbol in the Australian country, at least when it comes to wealth. When it comes to health it's whether you still got most of your natural teeth.

In the cities the rich will be divided by massive suburbs on the coast or along a river with fancy names like “peppermint grove” or “Defence housing authority” in Rural Australia that such “suburb” barely exists and often has to be shared with the wealthier middle class.

In remote Australia where populations can drop to as low as 500 the fancy houses are either the roadhouse that the “rich” person owns or a house right next to the shopping centre. In bigger towns like Geraldton it still has some kind of rich person suburb, however it does have to be shared with those country equestrians!

Ultimately the upper class of rural Australia presents a very limited arrangement of people, and are vastly overshadowed by the massive companies that through employment are the only thing really pumping wealth into the towns, yet also lack any people of high enough rank to really count as “upper class”. Like ooh big whoop, a supervisor gets to live in a slightly bigger tin shed. Not exactly a display of financial dominance.

Much like the earliest agricultural societies, the upper class of Rural Australia are barely even separated from the other groups in this ‘ere hinky dinky culture, and although they often exert their influence through chambers of commerce and being the only people remotely interested in running a local council (yet for some reason often use cheesy tactics to get elected anyway) they can’t really be called the ruling class, so much as the class that has two story houses, or in Remote Australia’s case a house with 4 or more walls. 

Middle class: 75% of the pops in a 3rd world backdrop

Now Rural Australia has some very weird middle class statistics which just like when people first heard about stagflation appears contradictory.

 75% of those who live in rural and remote towns are middle class, yet staggeringly Live in what appears to be a developing world environment. This is not to say Rural people themselves experience third world conditions, they just choose to live in a mad max aesthetic.

The middle class contains the meat and portaters of Rural Australia. Whether you work for the government such as police officers, the mines doing things like Heavy Diesel Mechanics, or participate in the few professions required in Australia such as being the resident doctor (if you even have that). 

This make up gives rural Australia an eclectic mixture of extremely poor services and intense isolation, but provided you don’t have any overly debilitating chronic conditions an extremely easy-going existence. This is almost in anathema to the city-middle existence. You just look upon the faces of any suit-wearer and see them stricken with enough worry and fear that you begin to believe that the world is run by lizard people who keep their underlings in line by threatening to lay eggs in their eyeballs. Of course with furries being the suspiciously wealthy middle class they are likely scared of NOT getting eggs in their eyeballs, a very specific but necessary fetish to keep the world going around. 

Here is the difference between the Rural middle class and City middle class. In the city middle class you have a really nice smile, fine combed hair, and your life is utterly stressful to the point of misery. 

In the rural middle class your teeth are rotting because unbeknownst to you the cases of Great Northern Beer you've been guzzling has a high sugar content, you are both bolding and frizzled in a way that somehow makes for a cool mullet, and your life is full of so many “she’ll be roights” and “too easy’s” to the point where I am pretty sure they would witness a martian invasion and go “oh those emu’s gotten bigga and decided to invade from the sky aye? Nah mate no drama’s let me sink a few beers in and I will deal with it” 

No doubt they will succeed too because the Average Rural Australians teeth is full of so many microbes it would cause a mass epidemic on those extra-terrestrial machines with the single flash of that classy Aussie troll smile. 

That is not to say they are dirty.

Good Hygiene is a habit of most all Australians except in the remotest of communities where the dirt would stick to you either way, and water is best preserved (you think they are called dry towns because they ban alcohol there? Nah mate), which is what makes it more amazing that Rural Australians are able to still look so god damn filthy. 

Of course that is mostly when talking about working class Rural Australians. 

If we were to look at things in a more controlled manner, Rural and City tradies might have a more similar attitude than Rural tradies and city yuppies, and Rural public servants and city yuppies might share in presentability compared to their tradie counterparts. 

Needless to say however a city tradie will look cleaner than a country tradie (but be just as clean) and a city business man will look busier than the country pumpkins in the shire building.

Much like studies into psychological problems or the contradictory relationship between quantum mechanics and relativity theory, It is a very multifaceted subject that requires years of study to fully understand with many aspects that seem at odds with each other. One such factor includes Davo and Darren who will likely have a punch up at the pub before their first beer. 

In summary, although as with any abstract it does not tell the full story: Rural Australia is a first world place, with a third world backdrop.

Lower strata: Druggos, providing the rural Australian version of menial labor, mumbling incoherently in public places. 

Now for the proles, called as such because there is a good chance they are on parole!

Just as the statue of liberty says “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” 

The statues of Rural Australia like the Dongera Big Lobster, The Goulbourn Big Sheep, Or the Geraldton crystal ball, should have the line “give me your meth, your weed, your jar of unleaded 91, yearning to be breathed freely, the wretched refuse of your frankly not teeming shore.” 

Rural Australia, unlike the early United States, is less a beacon of liberty and more an array of dropped pins which someone has put a magnet to, and now only contains pins too rusty or stubborn to leave. 

So many good eggs have left to the city the second they have the chance and so all that is left are our thoroughly boiled ones. 

That is not to say everyone in Rural Australia is a druggo (though in some towns it might be the case) but anyone who shows the capacity to refrain from excessive use, and some that don’t, are all elevated to that high paying mining job, which leaves the few that do not qualify a really rancid mess. 

I would like to clarify that if you fit in this category I am not saying you, personally, are rancid. In fact I already know for a fact you are a legend for watching this and good on ya.

I am simply saying you are not the CEO of anything other than dropping phat cones. That or you are on meth, in which case don’t do that, you are being naughty. Stop it. 

This is also where I would place the minimum wage workers, which are the surprisingly sizable quantity of people too drug fucked to work the high paying worker job, and yet nowhere near fried enough to not work as a frier of their local Chicken Treat/Henny Penny.

One of my favourite stories I heard from someone back in my service industry days of just over a year ago was one of my co-workers talking about how they got fired from Hungry Jacks because they turned the cool-room into a hotbox, and only after the manager checked on the place because no one was getting served did they get fired, though I suppose they were already blazed. Apparently it was not the first time they did it there either. It took multiple attempts of blatantly using drugs on site at work before something happened.

What you reckon people got real into that vegan Rebel Whopper because the weed smoke got into the patties so when  people took a bite into them they went “I’m mad hungry bro lets get another”

Wage-cucks are often kept at the bare-minimum in Rural Australia, making sure the Servo’s and shopping centres are open for the main workers and that is about it. Not much else is able to survive. What does is often coveted.

It is amazing how much of a drug problem Rural Australia has. It's to the point where the main reply to this video if it ever reaches the Rural population would be

“drug problem? I have no drug problem, I’m great at doing drugs!” 

“oi Ryan watch me skull this beer”

“Vortekkieeeee”

*smokes cone* “oh no, beer before bong and you are in the wronnngggg” *vomits*

I’m getting high just thinking about it. Don’t do drugs kids, it is bad for you *skulls beer*

So syndicalist comrades/ entrepreneurial patriots, this is the class structure of the Australian rural society. Full of weird contradictions. To quote Lenin, however: “Naturally, when [Rural] Australia is finally developed and consolidated as an independent capitalist state [Chicken Treat], the condition of the workers will change [Chicken Treat]” Once we get more chicken treat Rural Australia conditions will change. That was Lenin’s real motivation for NEP, he wanted to invent Chicken Treat, such a shame he died before he could realise that dream. 

All jokes aside, Rural Australia is a legitimately amicable place to live. If you are a person with a purpose you can really make something of yourself there.

There is no better time in world history to live in the backwaters of the world, given the age of near complete internet access gives you the ability to learn and produce anywhere. 

There are costs and drawbacks still, sure, but you can legitimately weigh up your options, and I think that this opportunity needs to be taken advantage of.