Right, right. Thanks for confirming my analysis. All I'm saying is that Australia has become one of the most conformist, politically correct nanny states on earth (while still calling your natives all kinds of nasty names and treating them even more like children than you treat your "full white" citizens). Your opinion of all these things as being advancements is dead in line with the overall Australian tendency to bend over twice for America, China or whoever happens to make you feel like embarrassed yobs today, so nothing new there. What's kind of sad is that I came to Oz looking for a place where people thought for themselves, and instead found something like a very arid version of England. Which I hate. So to answer your question about what's wrong with safety laws: They are the last refuge of scoundrels, small minds, and people who are afraid of ladders.
* I should just edit this to say that all the coolest Australians I met in a year of travel were 65 or older, smoked like chimneys, and thought everyone under 30 in their country was an unintelligible fool. They lived in places like Hay, Tenterfield and Dubbo. I'd like to give a tip of the hat to John in Inverell, who bless him is the epitome of what your country was and should be. Other than your old fellas, it's a joke.
True as that may be (I honestly don't know or care much about Australia), it's kind of a dick move to swoop in and make random anti-Australian rants whenever someone mentions the country.
I think that this says more about your character than that of Australians in general. The way you've presented your beliefs makes it pretty clear that you've chosen to view things through a twisted lens.
I'm sorry you had a bad experience travelling here, and there are problems here as everywhere. But just making things up and spitting them out with vitriol doesn't do anyone any favours.
How did you set your self up for this unhappiness? Why did you go to Australia expecting to find something and turn out to find something so different?
* I should just edit this to say that all the coolest Australians I met in a year of travel were 65 or older, smoked like chimneys, and thought everyone under 30 in their country was an unintelligible fool. They lived in places like Hay, Tenterfield and Dubbo. I'd like to give a tip of the hat to John in Inverell, who bless him is the epitome of what your country was and should be. Other than your old fellas, it's a joke.