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During the darkest days of World War II, when the world teetered on the edge of chaos, it was the incredible loyalty and alliance between nations that turned the tide of history. For Australia and Britain, the unwavering support of the United States was not just a matter of strategic necessity...it was a real wave to the spirit of unity and shared purpose that defines our relationships to this day.

Here was a big brother who was there to lend a helping hand when things were looking pretty grim. 

Now, as our big brother is set to go on and become better and braver and more successful, we are sitting here subjected to the domineering bully that is George Orwell's " Big Brother. " 

So let's just have a trip down memory lane and remember when our big brother stepped in   - let us cast our minds back to World War II. 

Before the United States formally entered the war in December 1941, it had already extended a crucial lifeline to its allies through the Lend-Lease Act. Signed into law by President Franklin D. Roosevelt in March 1941, this programme provided Britain, Australia, and other Allied nations with vital military supplies, equipment, and resources. For Australia, facing the looming threat of Japanese expansion in the Pacific, American support was indispensable.

The House That Changed Hands and Still Stood for the same corrupt regime

By The Boundary Rider - part bush philosopher feline, part realist, part stubborn old stockman -  I watch what others overlook and ask the questions most would rather avoid.

I have been taken back in time today. To the days when corruption, greed and power reigned supreme.  It made me think: what has changed?  Only the names of the actors .. but the screenplay is much the same as it was. Same storyline, different cast. 

In the summer of 1808, in a fledgling colony called New South Wales, the governor's house became the stage for Australia's only armed rebellion - a coup fueled not by ideology, but by rum and resentment.

And I was there. As always, simply present but never noticed. 

No one notices a cat when in the shadows or under the table. Or on a shelf, quietly observing. 

I am the Boundary Rider. The cat that sees all and lives in the shadows...

Few figures in maritime history are as polarising as Captain William Bligh. Often portrayed as a tyrant, Bligh's legacy is far more complex -marked by extraordinary navigation skills, fierce resilience, and a personality that clashed with the rigid hierarchies of his time.

From his harrowing open-boat voyage across the Pacific to his controversial tenure as Governor of New South Wales, Bligh's story is one of survival, controversy, and enduring intrigue.

Following is the story of Captain Bligh. The man who truly is a legendary figure.

Captain William Bligh is most remembered for the mutiny on the HMS Bounty in 1789. This dramatic event, where part of his crew led by Fletcher Christian seized control of the ship and set Bligh and loyalists adrift in a small open boat, has become one of the most famous mutinies in history.

Despite being cast off in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, Bligh's extraordinary navigational skills allowed him to lead his crew on a 3,600-mile journey to safety in Timor, with minimal supplies and no maps. This feat is often regarded as one of the greatest survival stories in maritime history, although his strict leadership style remains a point of debate.

On Bloody Sunday 30 January in 1972, peaceful protesters in Derry were gunned down by soldiers acting under the authority of a government that claimed to defend democracy while silencing dissent.....the message remains chillingly familiar: disagree at your own risk.

Throughout history, states have maintained a monopoly on violence, justifying its use in the name of security, stability, and the common good.

In Northern Ireland, the British government framed civil rights activists as threats to national security, branding them as insurgents rather than citizens demanding equality.

The introduction of internment without trial in 1971 allowed for the indefinite detention of individuals without due process, a tool designed not to protect the public but to suppress political opposition. It was under this climate of repression that Bloody Sunday unfolded, with soldiers firing live rounds into unarmed crowds and the state swiftly covering up its role in the massacre.

Dusty Gulch Gazette – Chapter 2

Shadows in the Frangipani

By Roderick Whiskers McNibble, Chief Nibbler & Correspondent
Filed under: Moonless nights, feathered insurgencies, and domestic diplomacy.

Folks, if you thought our last episode’s serpent strike was the low point, buckle up and bolt the chook shed.

The water tower - now officially rechristened The Tower of Honks by everyone with a grievance and a megaphone - loomed over Dusty Gulch like a monument to bad decisions and worse planning approvals. Banners flapped in the night breeze, mocking us with slogans nobody could quite remember voting for.

Up top, Mayor Dusty McFookit was trussed like a Christmas ham at a budget barbecue, muttering insults and outrage through a gag fashioned from recycled virtue-signalling pamphlets. The Honklanders had him strapped to a feather altar, demanding a gazillion lamingtons or his head. Possibly both. They weren’t detail people.

Across the scrub their chant echoed like a goose choir from hell:

“HONK! HONK! Pay up or flake out!”

But Dusty Gulch doesn’t do surrender.

Not when the missus is involved.