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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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.