Why Is Everyone So Angry These Days?
Have you felt it lately?
That low hum of tension everywhere: in the supermarket car park, at the post office, in the way people snap online over the smallest things. We’re a society with clenched jaws and balled fists, and half the time, we don’t even know who we’re angry at. It’s like everyone’s waiting for someone to bump their trolley so they can finally let it all out.
But here’s the thing: I don’t think we’re mad at the person in front of us. We’re mad at the people who let us down. The ones who told us to trust them, then disappeared. The ones who promised safety, then forgot us.
Governments. Systems. Institutions. Even families.
That kind of betrayal doesn’t always look like rage ... at first. Sometimes it looks like numbness. Sometimes it looks like silence. And then, all at once, it explodes.
Read more: The Lockdowns Ended. The Anger Didn’t. After the War....
When I was a lad, life was simpler, harder yet straightforward and honest. As the world is flooded with newfangled gadgetry and newfangled woke spoke, I find myself looking back on the post war years with a strange regret. Life is so newfangled that it is a complex place of ever-increasing innovation, and gratitude for the simple things in life is a far distant memory. We should consider how imprisoned we have become in this newfangled world which has rewarded us with so much and yet taken even more by stealth.
As our freedom of movement, speech and even thought is being slowly but surely stolen from us, I feel as though we are under some kind of intoxicating drug of newfangledness imposed by the nerds at the behest of their hidden masters, and I fear that this stupour which has overtaken us, may lead us to craving its comforting numbness, and to forgetting what we had in times gone by before we woke up into perpetual slumber.
Read more: We Had It All — Then We Went and Updated It. Newfangled is not What it's Cracked up to be
By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble, Investigative Laundrologist - “Warning: The following article is satire and uses exaggeration and humour to make a point. Not intended as literal fact.”
Dusty Gulch, 2025 – In a world where truth is hung out to dry and speech is tumble-dried into compliance, the Dusty Gulch branch of the Country Women’s Association has had enough. Armed with pegs, petticoats, and an encrypted washboard, they’ve launched a daring resistance movement - one laundry tip at a time.
Leading the charge is none other than Dorothy “Dot” Snellgrove, president of the Dusty Gulch CWA and former codebreaker for the local Bingo Association. “If you can’t say it outright,” she says, “embroider it on a tea towel and peg it on the line.”
Dusty Gulch Tavern regular until he was caught with an air trumpet in his left boot, Benedict “Bruiser” Arnold (local roo shooter and enemy of Mayor Dusty McFookit ) claims he was only “documenting local sock sorting techniques for the Pentagon and helping out with hearing aids.” CWA sources allege he was attempting to livestream Doris McLintock’s sheet folding strategy. Local Cop Bushie McBush said investigations were ongoing and local emus were helping with enquiries.
Read more: When the Whites are Hung out to dry and Speech is Tumble-dried into Compliance
In a time when truth gets fact-checked to death, rewritten, or quietly buried, it’s worth remembering that some facts still matter — and some warnings should still be heeded. Before memes and podcasts and viral tweets, there was a man on a horse shouting into the night. His name was Paul Revere, and what he said wasn’t popular — but it was true.
The question now is: do we still listen when the bell rings? How many warnings have fallen on deaf ears, dismissed as “conspiracy theories,” only to be proven true too late?
Around the world, voices of caution are often silenced — but every so often, someone rises whose alarm changes everything. But there was so much more to this man.
Paul Revere was a man of many talents.
From spark plugs to blockchains – decoding the energy behind the future - It’s not about money. It’s about electricity — and who gets left in the dark.
What are AI and Bitcoin really telling us about power, survival, and the future of wealth?
For those of us who grew up with rotary phones, spark plugs, and a sturdy sense of value, the idea of “digital money” and AI thinking for itself sounds like a cartoon.
But look deeper — and you’ll see it’s not just about currency.
It’s about current.
Read more: Electricity Is the New Gold — And Crypto Just Blew the Whistle
By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble, Investigative Laundrologist
Dusty Gulch, 2025 – In a world where truth is hung out to dry and speech is tumble-dried into compliance, the Dusty Gulch branch of the Country Women’s Association has had enough. Armed with pegs, petticoats, and an encrypted washboard, they’ve launched a daring resistance movement - one laundry tip at a time.
Leading the charge is none other than Dorothy “Dot” Snellgrove, president of the Dusty Gulch CWA and former codebreaker for the local Bingo Association. “If you can’t say it outright,” she says, “embroider it on a tea towel.”
Dusty Gulch Tavern regular until he was caught with an air trumpet in his left boot, Benedict “Bruiser” Arnold (local roo shooter and enemy of Mayor Dusty McFookit ) claims he was only “documenting local sock sorting techniques for the Pentagon and helping out with hearing aids.” CWA sources allege he was attempting to livestream Doris McLintock’s sheet folding strategy. Local Cop Bushie McBush said investigations were ongoing and local emus were helping with enquiries.
Read more: “Whiter Than White Lies: CWA Ladies Take a Stand ”
They say history repeats. But sometimes, it just whispers.
In an age where speech is filtered, flagged, and fact-checked into oblivion, it’s tempting to believe that coded language and satire are inventions of the digital era - tools for cheeky rebels with clever usernames. But those tools are old. Very old.
So old, in fact, that George Washington used them.
Before America had a constitution, it had a codebook. And when words were dangerous, the wise didn’t shout - they signaled.
Let’s set the scene: 1778. New York is crawling with British troops, spies, and snitches. The city is a redcoat stronghold, and every letter, tavern whisper, and knock at the door could bring trouble.
In steps George Washington, not just general, but the architect of America’s first covert intelligence network, the Culper Ring.
Read more: Before America had a constitution, it had a codebook.
When I tell people I’m a beek, inevitably the first thing they say is, “Yes, we need to save the bees! They’re very important!”. While totally true, it is a noble statement that I cannot claim. I was dragged into beekeeping, kicking and screaming… well almost.
When people say, “We need to save the bees,” they usually imagine someone passionate, fearless, and purpose-driven in a white veil suit.
That wasn’t me. I didn’t plan to become a beekeeper—in fact, I was dragged into it by necessity, not nature.
What began as a practical solution to a tax issue soon turned into something much more: a lesson in courage, humility, and the quiet brilliance of life inside the hive.
Read more: Bee Brave, Bee Calm, Bee Thankful: Lessons from an Accidental Beekeeper
When we look back at history, we often speak of "the old wise men" who shaped nations, led armies, or wrote the words that defined generations. But dig deeper, and you'll find something remarkable: many of those wise men weren't old at all.
Because wisdom, it turns out, doesn’t wear a watch.
It doesn’t follow birthdays or wait for retirement.
It comes to those willing to seek it, to shoulder its burden, and to speak its truth.... even if their voice shakes, or cracks, or hasn’t broken yet.
Wisdom isn’t born with age: it’s forged through experience, reflection, conviction, and humility. And passion.
Read more: Wisdom Doesn’t Wear a Watch - and It Doesn’t Come with a Birth Certificate
When dreams turn to infrastructure, who controls the future above us?
In 1957, a lonely beep from space sparked a boy’s dream to build rockets and reach for the stars.
Today, the sky above us is buzzing with thousands of satellites - mostly owned by private companies, controlled by a handful of powerful players, and watched over by governments that now depend on them more than ever.
But what does it mean when the line between public power and private control blurs?
Who really owns the sky - and what happens when that control slips beyond the hands of elected leaders?
Read more: From Sputnik to Starlink — The Sky’s Not the Limit — It’s the Battleground
Without a genuine love for our forbears, how can we truly love - or even live - our lives today? I asked that question about a year ago, and that question has stayed with me. And it’s what prompted this reflection.
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 of the past, but of the present. Not of sacrifice, but of silence.
Because in Australia today, it seems death is the only guarantee of honour. 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.
But die in uniform? We’ll build a monument. We’ll send flowers. We’ll clean the stone every year without fail.
So I ask you: When did honour become posthumous? When did life become less worthy than death? And is the True Blue Australia we once knew - quietly proud, fiercely fair - already lying in a forgotten grave?
Muddy, Battered, and Waiting for the Next Kick-Off After a rugby match, the ball always…
161 hits
Dusty Gulch Gazette – Special Edition (Front Page) RUCTION AT THE GULCH OVAL: SETTLED THE…
380 hits
Some men belong to history. Others belong to the national conscience. Bruce Ruxton was the latter.…
329 hits
The Prime Minister Who Disappeared There are many ways for a Prime Minister to leave…
388 hits
From Whitlam to Bondi Beach, how moral evasion became cultural habit Australia has woken up…
402 hits
At 9:41am on Monday, 15 December 2014, Man Haron Monis forced Tori Johnson, the manager…
464 hits
Recent news in Australia has sparked debate: a ban on social media for under-16s. The…
370 hits
Dusty Gulch Gazette – Special Scandal Edition By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble – Foreign Correspondent, Rodent…
364 hits
Back in 1904, H. G. Wells published a short story called “The Country of the…
388 hits
Education, often celebrated as a beacon of enlightenment and progress, can also become a potent…
391 hits
On December 9, 2019, New Zealand's White Island erupted .claiming 22 lives and leaving survivors…
401 hits
They say the pen is mightier than the sword, and nowhere is that truer than…
383 hits
Before the sun had fully risen over Hawaii, a chain reaction had begun — one…
478 hits
“Minor Problem: I Identify as a 73-Year-Old Tabby, Therefore I’m Legally Entitled to X (and…
507 hits
Dusty Gulch Gazette – Special Duck Census Edition By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble – Foreign Correspondent,…
390 hits
Flysa spent some of the early years of his life managing construction projects in the…
428 hits
In the heart of Ballarat in 1854, a ragtag coalition of gold miners took a…
533 hits
The Bhopal Gas Tragedy: Forty-One Years On — A Legacy That Still Breathes, Bleeds, and…
398 hits
Henry J. Kaiser: The Self-Made Miracle Worker and the Legacy of Vision This article builds…
457 hits
The birth of Australia’s iron ore industry wasn’t just an economic milestone - it was…
444 hits
The Quiet Hanson: Why Lee Sherrard Might Just Save One Nation (and Why She Might…
640 hits
Dusty Gulch Gazette – Emergency Midnight Edition November 27, 2025 – Vol. 147, No. 320…
463 hits
From a disease-ravaged ship anchored off a windswept coast… to thirteen scrappy colonies telling the…
423 hits
In Muriel Spark’s The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, a charismatic Edinburgh teacher enchants her…
592 hits
Elon Musk is more than a billionaire tech mogul...he’s a disruptor, a visionary, and a…
433 hits
Yes, let’s be honest. The days when the Irish, Scots, Italians, Greeks, Poles, Hungarians, Poms,…
453 hits
Picture this: You’re sitting down for a family dinner, and instead of chatting about school,…
447 hits
Dusty Gulch Gazette November 21, 2025 – Vol. 147, No. 312 By Jedediah "Dust" Harlan…
474 hits
by Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble - Chief Correspondent for Ratty News - Aeronautical and Ornithological Division…
459 hits
A green hill in the Irish Sea has stood for 1,045 years. It has seen…
471 hits
There are many ships of the Royal Australian Navy that are dear to the hearts…
438 hits
In military history, there are countless tales of bravery, valour, and unwavering dedication from soldiers…
459 hits