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As thousands flee Victoria to escape the tyranny of Comrade Dan, there is a fallout that no one appears to be admitting to yet - the impact on the workers of hospitality industry-reliant areas in Queensland.

I may be wrong of course. I have been known to be wrong from time to time. But what I am seeing and hearing up here in the Pluck a duck banana republic zone is that things are about to get really worrying.

In my small town, rents are skyrocketing as the exodus builds. New arrivals from the southern states are increasing and, as leases come up for renewal, the incumbent tenants are being told to pay up or piss off.

I saw a photo of a frozen ceiling fan in Texas and it made me reflect on a time in South Korea, over 20 years ago. It is all very well to be sitting in a warm home in Queensland and think " that's pretty awful " but, to actually be there, is entirely different.

I was teaching English in Seoul and the whole school had been laid low by a very bad flu. Teachers and students were falling like flies and I, alas, joined them. I could not work so I went home to my apartment to ride it out. I had paid extra to live alone: probably, as it transpired, a very bad mistake. Because, as I got sicker and sicker, I could not get out for food or replenish my bottled water supplies. I just lay in bed, feeling like the dark winter of Joe Biden's nightmare was about to come true.

What makes pretty young white girls decide to do ignore their instincts and form close relationships with men who are violent thugs?  Is it a form of giving the finger to their parents? A f##k " you moment? Or is it that they are constantly told that it is just and kind to embrace diversity, forgetting that the embrace does not have to be literal?