Decades ago, women fought for equal rights and the ability to stand on their own two feet in defiance of old traditions. 

What I find so sad is that women's rights activists now seem hell bent on crippling women. Men in women's prisons, safe places and toilets. Men forcing women to hide behind veils and robes to stifle them. 

Not a word from these female activists. Not one word.  

Years, decades and centuries ago, it could be excused. But not today. In this so called enlightened and free and open society, women are free! Free to be slowed down, ridiculed and humiliated by men masquerading as women. What a tragedy. 

It is not the men who are allowing or encouraging this horror. No, it is women. White, middle class women and celebrities. And it makes me shrink in shame at what women have done and allowed to be done in the name of so called women's rights. 

Dusty McFookit warns Parliament may soon face “wombats with forklift certification"

EXCLUSIVE THUNDERDOME EDITION

TREVOR THE WALLABY HOPS INTO THE THUNDERDOME

Juvenile Echidnas, Possums and Kangaroos Launch Prickly Protest as Press Club Chaos Erupts

By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble
Senior Political Correspondent, Wildlife Affairs Specialist, and Occasional Lamington Inspector

The nation’s political temperature rose several degrees yesterday after Trevor the Wallaby bounded into the Dusty Gulch Press Club’s famous Thunderdome and delivered what observers described as “thirty years of bottled-up frustration at approximately seventy kilometres per hour.”

The Halftime Question

Rugby fans know the feeling.

Your team has dominated the first half. They've controlled possession, landed some solid hits, and have the opposition on the ropes.

Then the whistle blows.

Halftime.

The players head to the sheds. The coaches make adjustments. The trainers patch up injuries. Everyone gets a chance to catch their breath.

And sometimes that's exactly what the losing side needs.

That's why I'm looking at the new US-Iran agreement with mixed feelings.

The old saying of " don't let the truth get in the way of a good story " is now pretty much the mantra of the Main Stream Media.

We are living in a time where so many have become the foolish young oysters eagerly walking with those that seek to consume us.  The old oyster knew the trap was being set but could not do a damned thing to stop the massacre ahead.

It is clear to me, when reading the poem again after so many years, that the Walrus and the Carpenter were speaking rubbish, yet the young oysters hear without listening to the actual words and ignore the warning signs that everything the Walrus and Carpenter were saying was a sinister trick .

As Simon and Garfunkel sang years ago “ They hear what they want to hear and disregard the rest. “

Crowd Visible From Orbit • Starlink Activated • Scientists Concerned

THE DUSTY GULCH GAZETTE - SPECIAL THUNDERDOME EDITION

HOTBLACK PENJANI CHALLENGES TREVOR THE WALLABY

By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble
Chief End-of-Civilisation Correspondent

Dusty Gulch has officially run out of room.

Authorities confirmed yesterday that every available seat, standing position, fence post, ute tray, water tower, roof, tree branch and moderately stable rock within 200 kilometres of the Thunderdome has now been occupied.

Officials had originally anticipated attendance of 50,000.

Current estimates place the crowd somewhere between two million and "all of Australia except Canberra."

And the date has not even been set yet. 

In an age of civil unrest, burning cities, and bitter political division, the words “Give me liberty or give me death” may sound like a relic,  until you realise how urgently they still apply.

As Americans mark 251 years since the birth of the U.S. Army, we’re reminded that the republic was not forged by standing armies alone, but by citizens who stood up when the moment demanded it. The militia -  ordinary men with muskets, not uniforms -  were the backbone of early American resistance. And today, as debates rage over gun rights, government power, and the meaning of freedom, the Second Amendment is not just about hunting rifles.

It’s a living reminder that liberty has always depended on the courage and readiness of the people. This is the story of Cowpens, of cunning and courage, and of how a ragtag militia helped birth a nation -  and why their legacy still matters.

June 14, 1775, marks the official birth of the United States Army  -  the day the Continental Congress, facing the outbreak of revolution, resolved to unify the scattered colonial militias under one command. What began as a desperate act of survival -  organising farmers, blacksmiths, and shopkeepers into soldiers -  became the cornerstone of the longest-standing military force in American history.