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The Graves We Tend and the Values We Forget

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Written by: Op-Ed Monty

We're still building memorials. But we're burying the values they were built to honour.

Without a genuine love for our forbears, how can we truly love -  or even live - our lives today? 

We must return to honouring everything we have earned and learned and teaching our young to learn from the past in order to build a future worth living in.

I began writing this to honour our war dead. I thought I was writing about cemeteries. But somewhere along the way, I realised I wasn’t writing about death at all...I was writing about neglect. Not only of the past, but of the present. Not of sacrifice, but of silence.

Because in Australia today, it seems something is very "off. "  A soldier can serve, suffer, and survive, and be forgotten. A citizen can contribute a lifetime of work, and be priced out of their own home. A community can build and endure, and be buried under red tape.

Is the True Blue Australia we once knew -  quietly proud, fiercely fair - already lying in a forgotten grave?

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The Great Divorce: When Governments Lose the Trust of the Governed

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Written by: Op-Ed Monty

In the Name of God, Go!

A marriage can survive many things.

It can survive arguments, disappointments, financial hardship and even periods of unhappiness. What it struggles to survive is the loss of trust.

Once one partner begins to think, "I no longer believe you," or, "I no longer think you have my interests at heart," the relationship changes. Every action is viewed with suspicion. Every explanation is questioned. The marriage may continue on paper, but something essential has been broken.

Nations are not so very different.

Every democracy rests upon an unwritten agreement between the people and those who govern them. Citizens accept laws, pay taxes and participate in civic life because they trust that, however imperfect the system may be, it broadly works in their interests and applies its rules fairly.

That trust is the invisible mortar holding society together.

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Is Australia a Figment of Our Imaginations?

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Written by: Op-Ed Ratty News

Roderick’s Reality Crisis

When an American member of our small community doubted the Chiko Roll, my entire world began to unravel… until Mavis from the CWA delivered the ultimate reality check.....

By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble

Senior Correspondent
Dusty Gulch Gazette, Food Division

I had thought the matter settled.

Australia exists. Its Food exists. We Australians exist. 

Or at least that was my understanding until earlier this week....

The trouble started when an American reader took one look at a Chiko Roll in its own little branded bag and declared:
“Nobody would eat that. It’s clearly fictional.”

What he did not know is that Chiko Rolls are indeed very real. In fact, there is even a national song dedicated to them. 

Even our legendary band AC/DC got in on the act.
 
They did a cover version of the original song “It’s a Long Way to the Top if You Want a Chiko Roll”  -  which later became their mildly successful hit “It’s a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock ’n’ Roll).”

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Redhead’s Secret: The Flying Horse and the Midnight Council

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Written by: Op-Ed Ratty News

The Mystery of Redhead's Afternoon Nap

By Roderick McNibble, Chief Investigative Correspondent, Equine and Transport Division, Ratty News

I've investigated some peculiar stories in my time.

There was the Great Lamington Disappearance of '24.

The Kangaroo Coup that never officially happened.

Trevor's missing knees.

And, of course, the regrettable incident involving three jars of marmalade, two CWA ladies and an experimental drone. I remain legally unable to discuss that one.

But none of those prepared me for the mystery of Redhead's afternoon naps.

It started with hoofprints.

Fresh hoofprints appeared on the beach every morning. Not hundreds of them. Just one neat trail, beginning nowhere in particular and ending nowhere at all. And so my tale begins.....

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Citizen Vigilante: When Fiction Stops Feeling Like Fiction

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Written by: Op-Ed Monty

Some films entertain. Some provoke. A very few leave you sitting in silence after the credits have rolled, unable to reach for the remote because you know that whatever comes next will feel strangely trivial.

Citizen Vigilante is one of those films.

I had expected another modern Death Wish: a competent revenge thriller in which justice is delivered at the end of a gun barrel and the audience leaves satisfied that the bad guys got what they deserved. Instead, what I found was something far more unsettling.

When the screen finally faded to black, there was no triumph. No relief. No sense that order had been restored.

Only loss.

That is both the film's greatest strength and the reason it is so difficult to watch.

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The School Bully's Greatest Weapon: Why Division Keeps Winning Elections

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Written by: Op-Ed Monty

The School Bully and the Declaration of Independence: Why Australia Needs Unity Now

Some thoughts have been rattling around in my head lately.

How many of us remember the school bully? Not the popular kid. Not the one everyone genuinely admired. The bully ruled the playground for a different reason: people were afraid of him. He gathered favourites with treats and threats, rewarded loyalty, punished dissent, and relied on everyone else being too divided to stand together against him.

Most of us knew what was happening. We grumbled about it among our friends. We quietly cheered when someone stood up to him. But when the moment came to act, we often found ourselves looking at our shoes and hoping somebody else would take the risk.

The older I get, the more I wonder whether politics sometimes works in much the same way.

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The Decline in Public Reason and the Lost Art of Debate

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Written by: Op-Ed Monty

Once we debated. Now, " they"  accuse.

And who are they? Talk about diversity. They come in all colours, all causes, and all hashtags. Some scream for justice, others for tradition. Some are young, loud, and online. Others are older, bitter, and wield bureaucratic power. What unites them isn’t belief - it’s certainty, and the weaponisation of offence. No debate required. Just accusation, echo, and cancellation.

From playgrounds to parliaments, the art of debate is being replaced by hashtags, headlines, and hostile mobs.

What began as dialogue has hardened into dogma - and truth, once pursued through reasoned argument, now risks exile in favour of certainty without substance.

In this reflection, I ask:

What have we lost?

And what must we regain before the noise becomes all we know? Today, disagreement ends not in understanding but in accusation.

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A Story About When the World Was Kinder and a Better Place - Nurse Nice Day

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Written by: Op-Ed Shaydee Lane
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a Nurse. I had read a book about a woman who went to Nepal and she was a Mountain Nurse travelling on horse back, yak back or donkey back and she delivered hope, health and help to those poor people in need of her care.
 
I decided that I wanted to be a Nurse and, like my heroine, Florence Nightingale, heal people and make them better. I felt that all people who were unwell deserved someone to care for them and make them feel better. 
 
As a small child, it seemed very reasonable to assume that if someone got sick, a Nurse could make them better and everyone would have a nice day. My late Dad found my opinion very amusing and dubbed me " Nurse Nice Day. " I did not realise there was a difference between " feeling" better and "getting" better. 

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Skippy Meets Social Justice on Steroids: Rogue ‘Rooganic’ Kangaroo Goes Full Feral

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Written by: Op-Ed Ratty News

From Dulcie, CWA Dusty Gulch. Filling in for Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble

Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but when Winifred rang me in a right flap this morning, I knew it had to be shared. Poor love was beside herself. She’d just come from the hall where Doreen was telling everyone about this dreadful business out near Sturt’s Stony Desert. Roderick’s off chasing some other nonsense, so you’ll have to make do with me. Pass the lamingtons....
 
Now, I’m not one to gossip, but…

Australia's Outback has a new menace, and it's not venomous snakes or drop bears - it's a rogue kangaroo infected with the so-called "Woke Virus". Dubbed the Rooganic Plague, this overly conscientious marsupial has been hopping through bush towns, canceling hunting parties, demanding vegan alternatives to vegan alternatives, and holding impromptu sit-ins near waterholes. It has even spread to Washington DC where supporters are now protesting to " Free the Algae. " 

Locals were calling it "Skippy meets social justice on steroids," but it has suddenly turned dangerous. Our local hero Trevor, the Wallaby, has come out in condemnation. " He has single handedly put marsupial rights back generations. "

Yes, ladies, a giant Kangaroo has been terrorising the residents of an isolated outback Australian Community and locals fear it is the first of a new super breed of Rogue Roos infected by a mutant strain of what is now being referred to as  Rooganic Plague.

A  devastating plague that could destroy Australia....  when our wildlife go woke, things are not going to end well.

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The Boys Came Early to the Burning - Today's Sunday Sermon

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Written by: Op-Ed Monty

"The small boys came early to the hanging."

So begins Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth, one of the most memorable opening lines in modern fiction.

What follows is even more unsettling. Follett describes medieval boys:

The boys despised everything their elders valued. They scorned beauty and mocked goodness. They would hoot with laughter at the sight of a cripple, and if they saw a wounded animal they would stone it to death. They boasted of injuries and wore their scars with pride, and they reserved their special admiration for mutilation: a boy with a finger missing could be their king. They loved violence; they would run miles to see bloodshed; and they never missed a hanging.

The passage has remained with me for years.

Not because it describes medieval England, but because it describes something timeless.

The boys are not reformers. They are not builders. They are not seeking truth or justice. They delight in destruction. They find amusement in suffering. They wear contempt as a badge of honour.

The uncomfortable reality is that the small boys never disappear.

They are not defined by age.

Some are twelve. Some are fifty. Some occupy positions of authority. Some gather in crowds. Some hide behind anonymous screens.

What unites them is not youth but attitude.

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Australia’s New National Dress: Cotton Wool and Compliance

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Written by: Op-Ed Monty