As young folk, didn't some of us feel like rebels without a cause? 

I am 70. In my era, some of us chose to follow Greenpeace. Others chose anti Vietnam war. Still others embraced the feminist ideology and some the allure of socialism and communism. For myself, I never really embraced a cause. I was too busy enjoying life. But I was always a bit of a black sheep. 

Terribly stubborn. Opinionated and very determined in my views on what was black or white or right from wrong. Poor Redhead still tries to rein me in but alas, she hasn't been successful thus far. At 93, you would think she would give up trying, but she tells me " I am still your mother. " 

Bugger. She is right of course but in all fairness, I do attribute good parenting to the fact that she now has three geriatric offspring who tend to be a pain in her arse because we won't do as we are told. Let me explain. 

As our countries are collapsing under the weight of wokeism, social and communist ideology, who else is looking for a leader to fight back? I know that I am. As has been the case in all times of humanity's struggle against oppression and totalitarianism, all it takes is one man, one voice, one leader.... and the troops will rally. 

" Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilisation. Upon it depends our own .... life, and the long continuity of our institutions..... The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us. .... But if we fail, then the whole world will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties..... men will still say, "This was their finest hour." - from Winston Churchill ( excerpt) 

Crack Up or Crack Apart

When the world gets grim, you’ve only got two choices: crack up or crack apart.

After days of heavy headlines and the suffocating weight of politics and history, sometimes the wisest thing we can do is pause, pour a cuppa, and remember to laugh. Yet I suspect many have gone past that point.

Australia has always been a country of people who crack up, crack a tinny, crack a joke, and move on. But even we are weary of watching our nation and our world crack apart.

Today I want to talk about the birth and death of humour - how the left lost what little they had, and how humour itself has shifted. Because when laughter dies and mockery takes over, humanity has lost its soul. And sadly, too many governments are legislating joy out of our lives. 

Dusty Gulch Dispatch: The Croc Cavalry & the Great Duckening

By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble, Special Correspondent (still in hiding)

There are times in a rat’s life when you wonder if scratching a pencil in a wombat burrow matters at all. Whether your words rise to the surface - or sink into dust with the town above. But this time, against all odds, someone heard me.  With a purloined Starlink dish strapped precariously to the CWA hall roof before its members were fully duckified -  my message got through.

And someone answered.

The Warning of Gareth Jones: Who Owns Our Land, Our Water, Our Future?

When we speak of Ukraine and Russia in the 1930s, we are speaking of lands under Stalin’s Soviet regime -  not the independent nations they are today.

It was this regime that forced millions of farmers to surrender their land in 1929. This was not a natural disaster, but a man-made catastrophe -  engineered to crush resistance and bend people to the state.

Three cases, scattered across three eras, warn us that unless law remembers its duty to serve justice, not just authority, Australia and other countries, will keep reliving the same tragedy.

The stories of Max Stuart (1959), Ned Kelly (1878–1880), and Dezi Freeman (2025) span more than a century, yet they converge on a single truth: whenever law and justice are prised apart, destruction follows.

The accused suffer, communities fracture, and the authority of the state corrodes.

Was each man’s fate determined less by fact than by the way power was wielded: through provocation, bias, and suppression?