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It’s every parent’s worst nightmare, and now it’s a crisis.

Joshua Brown, a 26-year-old childcare worker accused of unspeakable acts against infants and toddlers across 20 childcare centres in the Australian State of Victoria, has become the face of a system in moral and structural collapse.

But Brown isn’t a lone wolf. He’s not some freak outlier.

He’s part of a pattern. And unless we confront it head-on, this nightmare won’t end… it will multiply.

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.

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.

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. 

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.