Australia’s mainstream press hasn’t just failed the Iran war test. It has “Ajax-ed” the crime, scrubbing blood and guts from the ledger of history. When 170 girls are obliterated in a classroom in Minab and the ABC calls it “more than 100 children dead in a strike,” the anaesthetic is working. By Urban Wronski.
Bryan Dawe is seated. John Clarke enters in a suit, slightly harried, carrying a reusable shopping bag with “ALBO” written on it in texta.
Australia sent troops to a war it hasn’t declared, through a base it won’t discuss, after a school massacre it can’t explain, while the Prime Minister assures us that transparency is everything. Clarke and Dawe, imagined for the age of Operation Epic Fury.
Trump didn’t stumble into the Iran disaster alone. Every catastrophe has its infrastructure – the courtiers, the flatterers, the transactionalists, the true believers, and the merely opportunistic who supplied the scaffolding. Bibi and MBS worked the organ grinders’ handles with professional dedication. But the monkey chose to dance. And in the corner, a daggy bloke from Cronulla was clapping.
Robert Reich knows Trump has no endgame for his Iran war. What he doesn’t see from inside the American story: the munitions arithmetic is catastrophic, the legal basis non-existent, and Canberra has made us part of it without asking a single question in Parliament.
On a pepper‑sprayed night in Sydney, Palestinian grief is kettled while Iranian protests are feted as “democratic awakening.” This article traces how Australia’s selective compassion, media framing and think‑tank spin conscript us into the US military‑industrial script for Iran and the region.
After the Bondi Beach massacre, Australia promised solidarity and reform. Instead, Labor delivered riot shields and silence. This essay traces the descent from empathy to enforcement—and asks whether the soul of Australian democracy can still be reclaimed.
The Bondi massacre exposed more than a failure of gun laws. It revealed a political class willing to fold a community’s grief into a diplomatic script—inviting a leader accused of incitement to genocide to stand as the symbol of Australia’s solidarity. This is the story of how sorrow was weaponised, dissent was crushed, and the rule of law was suspended in the name of comfort.
We’re into the straight and Australia pounds against the rails, all muscle memory and destiny, everybody’s favourite, yet going nowhere. Boxed in like Tulloch. Truth, Due Diligence and Duty of Care have been scratched on veterinarians’ advice, leaving Spin, Pious Piffle and Plausible Deniability to romp home unchallenged.
As the RBA raises interest rates, the real culprit of inflation—corporate greed—goes unchecked. A searing analysis of how Australia’s economic policies punish workers while protecting profits.
Right now, the USS Abraham Lincoln and nine escort warships are sitting in the Persian Gulf like a loaded gun aimed at Iran’s heart. Not one Australian media outlet can independently verify what this means for Australians when the shooting starts. Are we up shit creek with America again?
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