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BREAKING: Qatar just dropped the FAFO reality check hammer. The "cheap oil" president just created the biggest oil price spike in the history of futures trading.

That's not hyperbole. That's not my opinion. That is a fucking fact.

US crude oil just posted a 35% weekly gain. The biggest since oil futures began trading in 1983. Bigger than the Gulf War. Bigger than the invasion of Iraq. Bigger than the GFC. Bigger than COVID.

Donald J. Trump did that in seven fucking days.

And it's about to get so, so much worse.

Qatar's Energy Minister just went on the record with the Financial Times and essentially said: the global economy is about to get completely and utterly fucked.

Let me walk you through what he said, because this is one of the most alarming interviews a senior energy official has given in decades and I want every single one of you to read it.

He said ALL Gulf energy exporters will shut down production within days. Not might. Will. Every single one of them is about to declare force majeure, which is the legal term for "we literally cannot deliver oil and gas anymore because there's a fucking war on our doorstep."

He said oil could hit $150 a barrel within two to three weeks. It closed Friday at $90.90. That's almost double from here.

He said natural gas prices could quadruple. Four. Hundred. Fucking. Percent.

He said even if the war ended RIGHT NOW, TODAY, this fucking second, it would take Qatar "weeks to months" to return to normal deliveries. They've got 128 LNG carriers and only six or seven are anywhere near their loading facilities. The rest are scattered across open water because nobody will sail through the Strait of Hormuz while Iran is threatening to set fire to anything that fucking moves.

He said if this continues for a few weeks, GDP growth around the world will be hit. Factories will shut. Supply chains will break. There will be shortages of petrochemicals and fertiliser. Your fucking Vegemite is about to cost more. Your bread. Your milk. Your fucking everything. Every single thing that gets put on a truck, put on a ship, wrapped in plastic, or grown with fertiliser, which is everything, just got more expensive because one fucking geriatric game show host decided to play Commander in Chief.

And what did the President of the United States do in response to all of this?

He posted on Truth Social demanding Iran's "UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER."

Then he said he wants to personally pick Iran's next Supreme Leader.

Then he said, and I swear on my fucking life I'm not making this up, "MAKE IRAN GREAT AGAIN (MIGA!)"

This is not a serious person. This is not a serious administration. This is a 79-year-old man posting in all caps like your drunk uncle at 2am while the global economy fucking burns to the ground.

The White House says the war will go for another four to six weeks. FOUR TO SIX WEEKS. Qatar just told you the world economy can't survive a "few weeks" of this. Do the fucking maths. Even you lot can manage that one.

Now let's talk about Australia.

We import 90% of our liquid fuel. Ninety fucking percent. We have two refineries left. We used to have twelve. We have 36 days of petrol in reserve, which, by the way, has been non-compliant with international standards since 2012. Nobody fixed it. Nobody cared. Because nobody thought anyone would be stupid enough to start a war that closes the Strait of Hormuz.

Well. Here we fucking are.

Sydney is already paying $2.40 a litre. That was BEFORE this Qatar warning. Before oil hit $90. Before the force majeure declarations. Before the $150 forecast. You haven't seen anything yet.

The RACQ has already referred major fuel retailers to the ACCC for jacking up prices within three days of the war starting, weeks before global wholesale prices would normally flow through to the bowser. So the oil companies are gouging you on TOP of the actual crisis. Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.

Now. I want to talk directly to a specific group of people. You know who you are.

The ones in the comments every single week going "wHy DoEs An AuStRaLiAn PaGe KeEp TaLkInG aBoUt TrUmP?"

THIS. This is fucking why.

You fucking pelicans.

You knuckle-dragging, Bunnings-snag-munching, mullet-wearing, Southern Cross-tattooed, Pauline Hanson-voting fucking Neanderthals who thought Donald Trump was some kind of god-emperor businessman genius who was going to save the West.

Your girl Pauline. Dutton's little mate. The woman who couldn't work out how to fill in her own electoral disclosures properly. She looked at Donald fucking Trump, a man who bankrupted casinos, CASINOS, a business where people literally walk in and hand you money, and thought "yeah, that's the bloke we should model ourselves on."

How's that working out for you, champion?

How's it feel filling up the Ranger this week? The LandCruiser? The fucking Patrol you needed for the school run in suburban Brisbane? Couple of hundred bucks a tank and climbing? That feel good? That feel like winning?

Because your hero just made it so every time you stick that nozzle in your four-wheel drive it's going to feel like a fucking mugging. And it's going to get worse. And worse. And worse. For weeks. Maybe months. Qatar just told you that. In the Financial Times. On the record.

This is your fuck around and find out moment, Australia.

You had a whinge because this page banged on about Trump. You said it didn't matter. You said it didn't affect us. You said I was obsessed. You said stick to Australian politics.

Well guess what? Trump's war just turned up at your local fucking servo. It just walked right through your front door and sat down at your kitchen table and started eating your Weet-Bix. And it's not leaving for months.

Every cent you pay at the bowser. Every extra dollar on your grocery bill. Every price hike on every product that ever touches a truck or a ship or a factory. That's Donald Trump's war. That's your bloke. That's the fella Pauline reckons is a genius.

And here's what really shits me to tears.

Right now, as you read this, the only Australians whose energy bills AREN'T about to go through the fucking roof are the ones with solar panels on their roofs and batteries in their garages. The ones you called greenies. The ones you called woke. The ones you said were wasting their money.

They're running their homes off the sun while you're taking out a second mortgage to fill up the Hilux.

Every single person who invested in renewables, who bought an EV, who put in a home battery, they're insulated from this. Completely. They're sitting there watching this unfold with a cuppa and a Tim Tam while you're in the comments section blaming Labor.

This is what energy security actually looks like. Not more coal. Not more gas. Not more pipelines running through war zones controlled by fucking madmen. It's panels on your roof and electrons in your battery. It's the thing you were told was stupid by people too stupid to see this coming.

I saw it coming. I've been telling you for months. For YEARS. And you told me to shut up about Trump.

Trump promised you cheap oil. He promised you energy dominance. He promised you the best economy anyone had ever seen.

What he delivered is the biggest oil price shock in 43 years of recorded fucking history, a war with no exit strategy, a demand for "unconditional surrender" from a country that has explicitly said it will never surrender, a White House that says this goes for another four to six weeks minimum, and a global economy teetering on the edge of a recession that'll make 2008 look like a practice run.

Seven days. He did all of this in seven fucking days.

And we're only getting started.

So the next time you want to jump in my comments and ask why an Australian page won't shut up about Donald Trump, do me a favour.

Look at your fuel receipt first.

Share this. Because every Australian needs to understand what's coming. And some of you need to hear it in language you understand.

~Gman

 
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