It's 2025 and we still don't know what's really going on in Clyde

As 2024 reaches to it's bloodstained close, it's hard not to feel overwhelmed by the horrors of the world. One brutal fact sums it up: it's 2025 and we still have no idea what is really going on in the Western Sydney suburb of Clyde, sandwiched between Auburn and God’s Own Suburb of Granville.

I write this 3,658 kilometres from Clyde. On the other side of the country, I feel a relative safety from their evil forces, but I know too well that their reach is long. Perth maybe the world’s most isolated capital city, but Clyde’s secretive operatives are everywhere

In 2024, I learned the hard way about Clyde’s power to silence those who ask awkward questions. In February, I posted an ill-advised video revealing I had moved from one location in Granville to another, closer to Clyde with a balcony on which I could keep a closer eye on the place I believe to be the Greatest Threat to Human Existence.

Mere weeks later, the eviction notice came. Oh sure the landlords claimed to want to renovate the place and “no fault” evictions had yet to be banned by the NSW government. But you’d be more naive than a Western Sydney Wanderers fan convinced the latest squad rebuild would herald a return the glory days of a decade ago not to see the true author of that letter giving 90 days to get out.

All I will say is they have not driven me from God’s Own Suburb. I have made a tactical retreat to a location further from the Clyde border, but I remain within the boundaries of Granville. I shall give no further clues to the dark forces who do Clyde’s bidding.

Most importantly, I will continue asking questions.

Why does Clyde have it's own train station, mere blocks from Granville’s, when the official census figures indicate only 9 people live there?

Does anyone truly believe the “Official Statistics”?

What are they really doing there?

What is that distinct, unpleasant yet undefinable stench that wafts from Clyde in windier days?

They don't want you asking these questions. But I have only one New Year's Resolution: find out the truth about Clyde.

Also, Free Palestine.

Clyde Plot Defeated!

Clyde's plot to silence me has been defeated!

I write today to declare before the world that the conspiracy, originating from the rouge Sydney suburb of Clyde, to stop my campaign against the suburb's evil plans has resolutely failed.

I have held off commenting on this matter until my personal safety could be assured. I am now confident this is the case. 

As the whole world knows, I released a video in February that I had moved from my residence in the neighbouring suburb of Granville to another Granville residence closer to Clyde, with a balcony from which I could better observe the notorious suburb with a mere 9 residents. 

My hope was to discover once and for all what Clyde, which bafflingly has its own train station delaying the daily travels of decent Granville folk, is actually up to.

The Clyde counter attack was rapid.

Within a matter of WEEKS the household received a “no fault” eviction. We had 12 weeks to vacate.

Now some might say the cause of a no fault eviction is a broken housing system that leaves renters at the mercy of property investors needing no reason at all to evict tenants. And that despite both major parties going to 2023 NSW elections promising to ban no fault evictions, the Labor government had failed to act due to the powerful property lobby.

That argument might hold water if the NSW government was not NOW, having DONE Clyde's bidding, moving to ban no fault evictions.

Some might object that the Labor government finally legislating this is more due to the scale of public anger over housing, and political pressure from the NSW Greens who had tabled their own bill to ban the practice.

I say only a fool or the wilfully blind can fail to see the truth.

I will simply add this. I am safely established at a DIFFERENT residence in Granville, about which I intend to give no further details for obvious reasons.

I am still here. I am still watching. And I WILL discover what Clyde is up to. And I WILL defeat their plans.

Hasta la victoria siempre, as the kid's say.

'Is Clyde an existential threat to human civilisation?' and your other questions answered

Since the release of mg 44 44y short-yet-informative documentary Granville: A Tourists Guide -- funded by the Granville Municipal Council -- I have been indundated with correspondence centred on one topic: Clyde.

My film featured much useful information for tourists seeking to vi5sit Granville, part of the Cumberland Local Council in Greater Western Sydney, yet it was my attempt to infilitrate the neighbouring suburb of Clyde that has so clearly captured the public imagination. 

And fair enough! Clyde is baffling and terrifying in equal measure! A suburb with an official population of 9 yet with its own train station??? You  arebg6 by 5 RIGHT to demand answers!

I have already "bloggeduu uh" (as the kids say) on the matter of Clyde before, here and here. But this is a big topic, arguably the most important issue facing humanity, so I will do my best to answer your questions below:

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Why does Clyde exist?

That's one for the philosophers. But at a guess, I'd say because God hates us and wants us to suffer.

What is the true population of Clyde?

That depends if you believe the official ABS stats:

This is their serious claim from the 2021 Census! That there are 9 people living in Clyde who are ALL MALE (what is this place, Jordanpeterstan???) YET there are 15 private dwellings??? That's 0.6 MEN per dwelling!

The official story makes zero sense. They must think we're fools!

So how many people REALLY live in Clyde?

That I cannot answer. All I can say is I have seen with my own eyes MANY people get on and off trains at Clyde Station. I can safely say that NO ONE who resides in Granville and is EVERY DAY delayed by 2 or 3 minutes on their train trip home from work believes the official story. It's called "lived experience".

What do you think they are really doing in Clyde then?

I have no idea and it would be wholly irresponsible to speculate. But my guess is there's a secret underground suburb, hidden away from prying eyes, doing GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT EVIL.

What should be done about Clyde?

I have said it before and I'll say it again. We MUST invade and occupy Clyde. The UN Security Council must stop sitting on its hands and immediately authorise a multi-national military force to take control. Clyde is an existential threat to human civilisation on a scale that makes climate change seem like a collective stubbed toe. Future generations will not forgive inaction.

ACT! ACT NOW OR BE CONDEMNED BY HISTORY!

Thanks to everyone who got in touch!

Why We Must Declare Full-Scale War On The Suburb of Clyde

There's only so much provocation the civilised world can stand. Only so many insults to decency and humanity that those guided by such values can be expected to tolerate before they stand up and declare: ENOUGH!

This is why we must invade Clyde.

In regards to that disgraceful suburb in the Greater Western Sydney region, 21 kilometres west of the Sydney CBD, the time for talking is past. We must act or regret our inaction for eternity.

Some may ask: why? Surely whatever Clyde has done there's more important issues. Runaway climate change, war crimes from Ukraine to Yemen, the despairing state of the Western Sydney Wanderers. Why Clyde?

Those who ask such questions do not live in Granville, next door to Clyde. They do not have the lived experience of being Clyde's neighbour. Such voices should check their privilege and create space for those of us who do!

Some of us actually have to live with the consequences of Clyde. Allow me to educate you.

Clyde is a suburb with it's own train station. Yes, you say, it serves as a junction for the Western and Inner West train lines with the Carlingford line, taking commuters northward through Rosehill all the way to Calingford itself. 

Such an observation merely displays your ignorance! The Carlingford line closed in January 2020.

Now, we can all agree that fact is symbolic of the criminal neglect of Sydney's public transport infrastructure by successive state governments. Yet it remains a fact that Clyde is no longer a junction to anywhere!

No matter, you say, there must be heaps of people living in Clyde who depend on the station. What has this station got to do with your calls to bomb the place into oblivion then occupy it indefinitely with a large-scale multinational ground force?

How little you know! The residential population of Clyde is zero.

No one, according to the official statistics, actually lives there. Not a soul! Yet it has it's own train station.

And yes, it is an industrial area. Probably some people get trains to work and back. But enough to warrant a station at which almost all trains heading to Granville see fit to stop?

I think not.

Yet every evening the good citizens of Granville are being delayed by up to 2 or even 3 minutes on their trips home from work. This affects many dozens of people. Hundreds! After a 35-minute train ride from Central, the final leg is prolonged unnecessarily by a stop at a station in a suburb in which no one fucking lives.

OK, you say, that sounds a bit annoying for Granville, but surely a UN Security Council-sanctioned full-scale war to wipe the place off the face of the Earth is an over-reaction.

But here's the thing. No one lives in Clyde, and yet each evening people get off at the stop. I see them each night! They can't all be going to work in one of the industrial complexes at 6 in the evening, so where are they going?

I will tell you what all Granville knows. There is a secret suburb in Clyde set up underground, away from society's prying eyes. It is the only logical explanation and an open secret in Sydney planning departments, despite their official silence.

So what are the furtive residents of Clyde doing down there?

No one knows. Or if they do, they aren't talking. 

There have been several expeditionary forces from Granville seeking to infiltrate Clyde's hidden bases, yet none have succeeded. The few who made it back alive refuse to talk. What can be said is each one returned changed and not for the better.

Whatever it is these Clyde people are up to, it is clearly unspeakable. Otherwise why the secrecy and heavy defences? 

Anyone who has looked into the eyes of a traumatised survivor of an attempted Clyde raid knows this fundamental truth: Clyde must be stopped by the civilised world, or the civilised world has no right to call itself such.

There is always a human cost to war and there will be lives lost. But history's cruel accounting will record that the costs of doing nothing are far higher.

We must act! For Granville, for the world, for our children and for the future of human civilisation and for basic common decency! Members of the UN Security Council must put aside their differences and offer united support for immediate military action. 

We must prepare the carpet bombing campaign and mass the troops on the Granville border in preparation for a military occupation to break Clyde's resistance so that we can finally put an end to this madness! ENOUGH!

Granville loses its MP and a true account of the mean streets of Clyde

As if there wasn't enough terrible news in the world today, Granville's state MP Julia Finn has stepped down from the NSW Shadow Cabinet over branch stacking allegations.

I am not happy. This leaves those us Granville residents without any voice at all in the NSW Labor Shadow cabinet. It is a big blow.

It's no coincidence that these allegations come at a time when powerful forces have made clear their desire to silence Granvillian voices.

I personally give no credence at all to these allegations. I've never met Julia Finn but I do know Granville. Manipulating the rules of the NSW Labor Party to inflate your local branch membership so as to gain political advantage is simply not what we do here. 

I've lived here for over a year and I've never seen any branch stacking. Either the branch stacking happens very discreetly or these are straight up lies by those whose anti-Granville agenda is well-known.

Some will say that now, at least, Julia Finn has more time to spend tending to the needs of her constituents, no longer distracted from high flying, high stakes world of the NSW Opposition's cabinet meetings. Maybe. Who knows, she might even find time to recruit actual humans to the local branch now. Anything is possible in these unprecedented times. 

Now I am Granville till I die. I have "2142" tatooed across my heart.

But... well with all the heat we've been getting with this unseemly branch stacking scandal (I've heard property prices have dropped) ... well I thought there can't be any harm in checking out the neighouring places. Just to take a look.

And so on this day I set out to do something I had never done before. I would walk eastwrds to Clyde Train Station and there, I'd cross the train lines to the northern side, and walk streets of Clyde.

This was as far as I'd ever gone before:

On the other side was unknown territory. Forget branch stacking, did they even have Labor Party branches?

I walked forward with trepidation. I had to stop half way across to gather my courage.

It was when I began my descent on the other side of the tracks that I began to grasp just why these streets had such a notorious rep:

Look I'll not deny the sign caused me pause. But it takes a bit more than the threat of entering Kelly Country to scare me. I used hangout with the Kellys' back in the day. In fact I was known as the "Fifth Kelly", like with Stu Sutcliffe and the Beatles, only I didn't die of a brain haemorrhage but was kicked out of the Kelly Gang for excessive drunkardness. Which, if you ever saw how those bastards drank, you'd know was an achievement.

Anyway, if you walk closer you can see those red splatters on the wall aren't actually exploded blood splatters at all. They are actually just leaves! Look:

So I made it. I walked a free man into that barren wasteland that lies just east of Granville and west of Auburn.

I have seen more welcoming places to be honest.

I have read that as the suburb is just industrial these days, and no one actually lives in Clyde any more. Having seen how mean Clyde's houses are, I'm not surprised.

And I don't know what Clyde is hiding, but security is out of control! This place is protected by a flying jeep driven by a ghost child!

And I don't know what they dump in this body of water, but it's called Duck River and I didn't see a single duck. It's very suspicious.

Still, you can get all your cement needs met in Clyde, so it's not all bad.

But the strangest thing I noticed about Clyde was that, while in Granville the berries on our trees are red or sometimes green, here the berries were purple.

Or yellow.

This was very unnerving. It was the strange berry colours that convinced me something was not right.

I had to get out, I moved quickly, not raising me head to notice what I can only assume were an increasingly bizarre array of colours, like brink pink or off-white with magenta spots.

Finally, I made it back onto Granville land and headed straight to safety.

At the end of the day, whatever problems Granville faces, I think I am far better here, where it is relatively safe. Plus it turns ot the Granville elctorate takes in a large chunk of Clyde anyway.

Still, a nice day.