The PR Blog

Queensland and much of northern Australia are overrun with cane toads -  an invasion so vast that most people have forgotten how it all began.

Back in 1935, someone had the bright idea to import these warty warriors from Hawaii to deal with beetles chewing through the sugar cane. The toads were meant to be heroes. Instead, they became villains.

Three thousand of them were released into the cane fields of North Queensland, hailed as a scientific solution to a farming problem. But the experts failed to predict one small detail: the beetles they were meant to eat lived on top of the sugar cane, and the toads couldn’t climb.

Some time ago, a young boy visiting Redhead’s house asked to use the “dunny.”

The word made me smile, but it also reminded me of something more serious: toilets are about dignity. In light of the current debacle over trans rights to use female only bathrooms, it is a subject that should be brought out of the closet and considered in ALL of its implications. 

Throughout history, access to safe, clean sanitation has shaped public health, social inclusion, and personal freedom.

Women and girls, in particular, have long suffered when facilities are inadequate - forced to “hold it” in fear of unclean or unsafe restrooms, putting themselves at real risk of urinary tract infections (UTIs) and long-term health problems.

From Roman latrines to Victorian innovations and modern schools, the story of toilets is a story of human progress - and one worth telling. So off we go....

Have you ever wondered how and why the Youth of today are  holding rallies ,  their loud voices proclaiming all sorts of alarming predictions for the future. Using people to speak with fire and brimstone about the end of the world.  

Pretending that young kindergarten  children  have important things to say about what they think the future holds.   Even using "old white  men " who should know better to say the end is nigh!      People who are easily conned into believing things that all the Scientists are telling us is untrue.

I had finished my books from the library , and was reading an old Agatha Christie novel,  "Passenger to Frankfurt" published in 1970 when I came upon a very interesting paragraph.   It was a conversation with some   ex Military gentlemen voicing concerns about the future.

Over the last few weeks I have noticed that people are losing their sense of humor. So I decided to write something to remind people that if you can't laugh, you may as well fook off and be done with it. 

That is the problem with moslems. They never developed a sense of humor. Like the priests of old who were so full of hell and damnation that they forgot to look at the power of the good and the benefits of a belly laugh.

I mean, how could I ever post the joke about the two moslem mothers looking down at their kids and lamenting " Kids! They blow up so fast these days. "

It's like my old Gran used to say, if all you've got is lemons, eat the fookin things because they could be all you get today.

Lemonade? Fook. We would dream of lemonade only we were too weak to squeeze the juice and Father McGee would have whipped us stupid for daring to say such filthy things as " squeezing the juice. "

He was like that.

By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble, Ratty News Bureau Chief

There’s panic, pandemonium, and political puffery in the air this week as Dusty Gulch finds itself on the front line of yet another national scandal. Prime Minister  Mr Magoo  has been caught spouting more fibs than a yabby in a mudhole trying to argue when a yabby pump is on the agenda.

Enter Maurice EDuck, Prentis Penjani, and Lord Squawk Squawk, who have “generously” volunteered their latest contraption to tidy things up: the RotoVac 9000, a six-tonne robotic vacuum cleaner allegedly capable of sucking up every trace of Magoo’s misdeeds -  and a few unsuspecting locals if they’re not tied down.

Try herding cats sometime. You’ll crouch, whistle, wave treats, and for one delusional moment, think you’re in charge - until one bolts under the couch, another claws the curtains, and the rest nap defiantly.

Welcome to cancel culture, where both left and right try to corral the wild, furry mess of public opinion.

Now there’s a new twist: digital ID systems and creeping censorship promise to fence in the cats - or neuter them entirely.

Is this a master plan to tame free speech, or just another doomed attempt to herd ideological felines?