There are stories we tell because they’re funny. And there are stories we remember because they reveal how much we’ve changed.
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Once we debated. Now, " they" accuse.
And who are they? Talk about diversity. They come in all colours, all causes, and all hashtags. Some scream for justice, others for tradition. Some are young, loud, and online. Others are older, bitter, and wield bureaucratic power. What unites them isn’t belief - it’s certainty, and the weaponisation of offence. No debate required. Just accusation, echo, and cancellation.
From playgrounds to parliaments, the art of debate is being replaced by hashtags, headlines, and hostile mobs.
What began as dialogue has hardened into dogma - and truth, once pursued through reasoned argument, now risks exile in favour of certainty without substance.
In this reflection, I ask:
What have we lost?
And what must we regain before the noise becomes all we know? Today, disagreement ends not in understanding but in accusation.
Read more: Has Zealotry Destroyed Debate? Shouting in the Ruins: The Decline of Public Reason
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Solar generators won’t run on moon-beams – they fade out as the sun goes down and stop whenever clouds block the sun. This happens at least once every day. But then at mid-day on most days, millions of solar panels pour so much electricity into the grid that the price plummets and no one makes any money. And after a good hailstorm they never work again.
Turbine generators are also intermittent - they stop whenever there is too little, or too much wind. In a wide flat land like Australia, wind droughts may affect huge areas for days at a time. This often happens when a mass of cold air moves over Australia, winds drop and power demand rises in the cold weather. All of this makes our power grid more variable, more fragile and more volatile. What do we do if we have a cloudy windless week?
Read more: First Aid for Flicker Power - Battery Mad Hattery
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Read more: Steam Trains to Trump Train: The Thrill and Fear of World-Changing Power
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This is both.
Once, years ago, I was a trusting, freshly divorced, country-bred woman in my forties - just starting the kind of wild, wide-eyed adventure most people take in their twenties. I’d never lived in a city, let alone another country, apart from that of my birth, just a short trip across the ditch away.
But suddenly, there I was: blonde, naive, and in South Korea with a dodgy visa and a head full of curiosity.
Back then, I didn’t hesitate to go to a bar with two strangers I’d known for a month. I didn’t flinch at jumping into a blacked-out limo with self-locking doors. I accepted kindness from Norwegians, sandwiches from strangers, and danced through the world with the unearned confidence of someone who hadn’t yet learned what it meant to be cautious.
But I know now. I’ve changed. The world has too.
Maybe that’s why this story surfaced again - not just to entertain, but to ask: when did we stop trusting each other?
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As told by Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble, Chief Correspondent, Fence Sitter & Marmalade Analyst
Before the soy candles were lit and the press gallery wept into their oat milk, before city think tanks declared tradition a hate crime and the Bureau of Meteorology rebranded clouds as “emotionally nuanced vapour clusters,” there was a rat.
Not just any rat. A visionary with a cravat and a cause.
This isn’t just a story about marmalade and mischief. It’s the origin tale of Ratty News... the only media outlet that broadcasts truth straight from the grain bins and cocky sheds of the forgotten bush. It began in dust and defiance, under a full moon and a sky full of broken promises, when one rat dared to stand up (on a paint tin) and say:
“Bugger it. Someone has to remember who we really are.”
Read more: The Birth of the Ratty Movement - Tales From the Bush
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A few weeks ago, someone broke into my quiet little corner of the internet and tried to burn it down... and then again today. The first time, it was getting me blacklisted by injecting nasty files into our site. The second hit was nastier: they deleted every file on my server. Thankfully I had a backup for PR .
What saddens me is that they deleted my music archive: painstakingly created for my parents. Dad, sadly gone and Mum still soldiering on at 93. Why do people do this? Why delete songs and memories? Why? The hackers didn’t just vandalise a site; they violated a memory space. A place where stories lived, where voices gathered, where my parents' music - metaphorically and literally - could still be heard. They trampled through that like it was nothing, and laughed. And it was all to get at patriotrealm.com.
I’m no big shot. Just a storyteller spinning yarns for a small group of like-minded people. So why the fury? Why the need to silence a blog with barely a few hundred readers?
Because truth rattles cages. And in today’s digital dust-up, to speak it - openly, plainly - is to paint a target on your back. That’s why satire has become our last bastion. It’s not just humour. It’s a code. A sly parable in a world of watchful eyes.
Read more: Veiled Truths: Why Satire Is Our Last Bastion in a Hacked World
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By Ernest ‘Ember’ McTail, Special Correspondent. Serious News Division of Ratty News
The world watches. There he stands. Albanese. Our Prime Minister. Abandoned at the G7 - flapping about like he just wandered into a Bachelor & Spinsters Ball with directions from a stylist, not a stock route. Would he have worn his fried eggs shirt? His tutu? Who knows. Who cares.
They say Australia was "invited" - like a kangaroo asked to a lion’s tea party. Let me be clear: Australia wasn’t invited. Australia was summoned.
Because when the global game gets ugly, they all remember the big empty island with the secret bases, the uranium, the missiles, and the mates who say “no worries” even as the air raid sirens wail.
Well I’ve got news for you: Worry, Albo. Worry plenty wong. You can’t wear a Wallabies jersey and a Chinese silk robe at the same time. This game is about to get ugly.
Albo was invited to the ball and got snubbed. Holding his corsage and his date was a no show. And my whiskers are twitching.
But this article is not about World War 3 or about G7. It is about a hat. The Akubra. And what it stands for......
Read more: The Hat, The Betrayal, and the Bush That Remembers
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It began, as such stories often do, in silence and snow.
Kananaskis, Alberta - a remote and breathtaking stretch of mountain wilderness - first entered global consciousness in 2002. Then, in the wake of 9/11, the world’s most powerful leaders gathered not in a grand capital or gleaming conference hall, but in a secluded Canadian resort, miles from anywhere and accessible only by a handful of roads.
It was a strange choice, at least on the surface. The G8 - the United States, United Kingdom, France, Germany, Italy, Canada, and Japan and Russia - had never before met in such isolation. But in a world freshly rattled by terrorism, where the ground still shook from the collapse of towers in New York and the bombs of Afghanistan, Kananaskis offered what the moment demanded: control.
Control over the space, the narrative, the risks. The G8 met beneath the mountains not only to keep people out .... but, in some subtle and unspoken way, to keep people in. In a world slipping toward something more dangerous, it was a fortress disguised as a retreat.
Fast-forward twenty-three years, and the G7 has returned to Kananaskis, minus Russia. ( membership was suspended in 2014 following the annexation of Crimea, which is when the group reverted to being called the G7. )
Only this time, the stakes are even higher. The atmosphere is not one of aftermath but anticipation - of something coming. Something imminent.
The guest list has changed too.
Read more: The Summit in the Snow: Australia at the Table, But for Whose War?
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As Australia faces economic collapse, and leaders like Donald Trump and Javier Milei take bold steps to revive growth and self-reliance, it’s worth asking: what actually lifts a nation out of poverty?
Vietnam might seem like an unlikely teacher - a war-torn, socialist country that once held the dubious title of “poorest in the world.” But its story is one of the most extraordinary economic turnarounds in modern history.
And it confirms something a Scottish philosopher wrote almost 250 years ago.
In 1776, the same year the United States declared independence, Adam Smith published The Wealth of Nations. He argued that prosperity doesn't come from kings, bureaucracies, or foreign aid. It comes from free people engaging in voluntary exchange, supported by basic justice and low taxes. He called this the work of the “invisible hand” - the idea that markets, left mostly to themselves, would generate wealth far more efficiently than governments ever could.
His formula was simple and timeless:
“Little else is required to carry a state to the highest degree of opulence from the lowest barbarism but peace, easy taxes, and a tolerable administration of justice.”
It sounds almost too simple. But Vietnam, of all places, proved him right.
Read more: The Vietnam Miracle: Free Markets Work, Foreign Aid Doesn’t
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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 250 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.
Read more: “Give Me Liberty”: The Militia, Cowpens, and the Birth of the American Military
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Today, I am featuring an article written by our dear blogger Malcolm back in 2021. He would have been coming up 90 then.... It seems very relevant for some reason. I hope you enjoy.
It is interesting to think about the various factors which influenced us as children … our first days at school, our early reading matter, so many new experiences which shaped our development. Depending on our present age, the answers to these questions will vary greatly.
From Cane Fields to Comic books and beyond, I am proud to have lived my life surrounded by heroes.
No matter where we come from, we have wonder in our eyes and joy in our hearts and that wonder and joy must be cherished and protected. Even if it means learning by rote and worshipping comic book heroes.
Read more: Through the Eyes of a Child - From Cane Fields to Comic Books
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