Diary of a Cooker

The following from Spectator

We were in Hobart for the school holidays when I attended my first Freedom Rally on July 24, 2021.

It was the first protest I had ever attended in my 58-year-old life. As a stock standard North Shore Liberal-voting, Volvo-driving, mother-of-two I’ve never really needed to protest anything. I’m incredibly lucky, my life is good. I’m happy with a nice glass of wine, and re-runs of Doc Martin, and I always put the trolley back at the supermarket.

But after 18 months, my patience had worn thin with the Covid circus the government had inflicted on us and the novelty factor was long gone. My pandemic pantry was stuffed with pasta, rolled oats, and long-life UHT milk. I was sick of my daughter languishing at home with ‘online learning’ and my tracksuit-pant-wearing husband holed up in his office with Zoom calls and lunch requirements every day.

I had stumbled across Twitter, something I had only ever associated with Donald Trump. Somehow I discovered a group of brilliant researchers who called themselves DRASTIC. They revealed as far back as early 2020 that Covid had leaked from the Wuhan lab. Of course, whenever I flagged this, I was told to put on my tinfoil hat and say hi to Mopsie, Flopsie, and Cottontail while I was down my rabbit hole.

Soon the chat on Twitter progressed to the vaccines and the adverse reactions that were being seen globally. The group of people I was now following had expanded to include Geert Vanden Bossche, Mike Yeadon, Jean Claude Perez (a colleague of the Nobel Prize-winning Luc Montagnier), Bret Weinstein, Robert Malone, Dr Peter McCullough and ex-New York Times author Alex Berenson – when they weren’t being censored.

Keeping up with all the information was a full-time job. After reading information via their Tweets and Substacks or listening to Podcasts and then seeing a completely different takedown in the mainstream media, I knew something was definitely wrong. By June 2021 I could see we were heading full steam ahead into mandated vaccination and I was terrified. It was something I could never have believed possible.

After suffering a previous adverse reaction to a flu vaccine that took over a year to resolve and months of research, I had finally convinced my husband that the risks of being vaccinated in our age group did not outweigh the benefits and thankfully he agreed. We were both so fortunate to be in a position where we could ride out the unvaccinated storm although we knew the pushback would be overwhelming. We were in Hobart when NSW Health Minister Brad Hazzard declared the Delta variant ‘a near and present danger’ and the infamous Covid spreading limo driver was set upon by the vulture media pack.

Deciding to stay in restriction-free Hobart while Sydney entered its longest lockdown was one of the best decisions of my life – other than not getting vaccinated. We were able to escape the palpable fear I could feel every time I picked up the phone to talk to my parents or friends in Sydney. The fear-mongering from the daily 11 am ‘Gladys and Kerry Show’ was working.

I was excited and nervous to attend the Freedom Rally in Hobart. It felt a bit like jumping into an icy pool, there’s apprehension and resistance at first but once you’re in it’s so enjoyable. I’d watched the thousands of people protesting in London and Paris online (of course, never shown in the mainstream press) thinking ‘I want to be part of that’ and here I was, albeit on a much smaller scale, on the front lawns of Parliament House in Hobart, amongst a sea of World Wide March for Freedom banners and Australian flags.

Something else was also urging me on. It was extreme anger at the government for putting people in a position where they would soon be forced to have a medical intervention that they didn’t want just to be able to keep their jobs, to feed their kids, and pay their mortgages. It was the unjust way the government had divided society into the virtuous vaccinated and the unclean unvaxxed. The idea of vaccine passports to participate in society appalled me.

I had been complacent and compliant all my ‘North Shore bubble’ life and if now wasn’t the time to get up and make a stand, there never would be. I scoped the crowd and was pleasantly surprised to see the bulk of my fellow protesters looked just like me. Ordinary everyday Aussies. I met grandparents and parents pushing babies and toddlers in prams, people of all ages, sizes, races, and religions, a fabulous melting pot representative of our modern-day Australian culture. Everyone was very well-behaved and friendly, united in a common goal to stop the mandated injection of a therapeutic with no long-term safety data and support for the freedom to choose.

I felt incredibly proud as we marched through the city with our flags and banners, amidst car drivers tooting their horns and giving us the thumbs up. The rally went without incident and I came away feeling invigorated and uplifted knowing I was amongst others who held the same values I did.

I subsequently attended four more Sydney rallies. The November 21 rally was huge with an estimated 150,000 people. It followed hot on the heels of the infamous Kochie’s ‘how to handle unvaccinated loved ones and whether you should sit next to them at Christmas dinner’ segment with co-host Natalie Barr on Sunrise.

The crowd was almost a carbon copy of Hobart, including First Nations elders up the front of the march mixed in with firefighters, health workers, teachers, grandparents, mums, dads, kids, and the disabled in wheelchairs. It was shoulder-to-shoulder in Martin Place to hear the speakers with hardly a mask in sight. The mood was electric, happy, and positive.

They say for every person at a rally there are five more at home who would make it if they could. Just imagine if even two of those five had been able to come.

I couldn’t make it to the biggest rally of them all, the Convoy to Canberra on February 12, 2022 but I watched via live feeds from independent journalist Rukshan Fernando and Avi Yemini from Rebel News. Inspired by Canada’s Trucker Convoy this rally attracted people from Australia-wide. It was reportedly the largest peaceful rally in Australia’s history with in excess of 200,000 people. Freedom movement heroes like Reignite Democracy’s Monica Smit, ex-Qantas Captain Graham Hood (Hoody), ex-paramedic John Larter, and ex-school teacher Christian Mack attended as did former MP Craig Kelly, and Senators Gerard Rennick, Pauline Hanson, and Malcolm Roberts.

By now I was part of a like-minded local community group who were organising donations of clothes, nappies, and medical supplies for attendees of the rally. People had literally jumped in their cars from Queensland in the clothes they were wearing unprepared for the chilly Canberra nights and mornings.

Messages were going out on Telegram channels with people carpooling, offering, and looking for lifts. Donations were raised to buy petrol and food. Kitchens were set up and volunteers cooked eggs and bacon breakfasts for the rally attendees who were camped out over the weekend. The kindness to strangers was extraordinary and it must have been the most excitement Canberra has seen in decades.

It’s disappointing it wasn’t given the mainstream media airplay it deserved as it would have made great television. People would have been blown away to see the mateship, compassion, and positivity at a time when the Covid fear narrative was still being pushed. I’ve been distressed lately to see the mainstream media giving rally attendees a new name, ‘Cookers’. We’re painted as ratbag, neo-Nazi, white supremacist, MAGA-loving, anti-vaxxer conspiracy theorists who think King Charles is a lizard. I took my 84-year-old 2GB-listening mum to see ‘cooker hero’ Dr Peter McCullough speak last week speaking at a full house at Sydney’s ICC. I wanted her to see firsthand what a ‘cooker convention’ looked like. She came away in awe of McCullough and his sensible, measured approach to Covid. He made her feel safe and reassured. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t all over the news.

Being part of the Freedom Movement has changed me for the better. I’m more tolerant, more accepting, and my capacity for compassion has grown. I actually walked the talk and it felt great. I screenshot a Twitter post from a fellow marcher on the night of that first protest back on July 24, 2021 that resonated with me. In the spirit of the Freedom marchers, I’m sure she won’t mind me sharing.

‘Should our cowed media decide to actually report on today’s marches happening Australia-wide, know that most of the protesters out there are not crazy activists. They’re just regular people like you and me, who’ve had enough of the senseless destructive oppression and simply want to rebuild their lives. People who want their children to grow up in the free society we all previously enjoyed and our grandparents fought and died for. Today’s protest may be for nought. But I’ll sleep better knowing I tried to make a difference. So wish us luck. This is for all of us.’

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  1. Love your diary, fellow cooker :-). My wake up has been similar. My first step was finding RDA though, and from following this or that link, I found the same like-minded people you mention.
    Some say the Freedom movement has lost it’s cause. I totally disagree. We are all still here, biding our time, learning, watching, listening….ready to step up again in a heartbeat against tyranny.

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