In a stunning turn of events, Roderick “Whiskers” McNibble - microphone-wielding rat and founding fur of Ratty News - has launched a surprise campaign that’s gnawing through the foundations of Australian politics. With a platform built on truth, cheese equality, and regular pub nights, McNibble’s cheeky charm has captured the hearts (and voting pencils) of everyday Aussies who are fed up with political possums and bureaucratic bullshit artists.
As early polling is set to open and the pub sausage sizzles are set to fire up, one question dominates the nation: Can a rat really clean up Canberra?
Yet in the background, there is something much more puzzling.
In a bold cultural pivot that’s already got Canberra in a tizzy and the Department of Identity Affairs reaching for the aspirin, Ratty News can now confirm the birth of Australia’s freshest tribal nation: The Rainbow Freckled Folk of Dusty Gulch.
Spearheaded by Paddy “the Abo” O’Flaherty, a freckled Irish expat who once identified as a leprechaun but now claims deep spiritual connection to the land via the Rainbow Sands of Rainbow Beach, the new tribe is open to anyone who loves Australia ... freckles optional, guinness mandatory.
“I was chasing me pot of gold when I found me soul instead,” Paddy told this reporter, puffing on a eucalyptus-rolled shamrock and gazing meaningfully into the middle distance. “The sand spoke to me. Said me freckles were a gift. Said, ‘Paddy, you’re not lost - you’re found. You’re as Indigenous as a Bunnings sausage ’”
Joining Paddy in his mission is Longreach’s very own philosopher-bushie and unofficial pub minister, Dusty, who told Ratty News, “We’re all Australians, mate. We’re all indigenous to this land ... just some of us needed a few beers and Trump to remember..”
The “Welcome to Country” ceremonies will be held every Friday night at the Dusty Gulch Pub, where new tribe members are inducted with a handshake, a beer, and a solemn oath to love Australia, respect Slim Dusty and never whinge about meat pie prices.
Membership Criteria:
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Must have a pulse (exceptions made on slow nights)
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Must be able to spell “Australia” after two beers
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Must not dob
“We’re tired of bureaucrats telling us who we are,” Dusty continued. “If a bloke can identify as a vegan dolphin in a wheat-free wetsuit, why can’t Paddy be a Rainbow Freckled Abo? He’s got soul. And a killer rendition of ‘Waltzing Matilda’ on the fiddle.”
Reactions have been mixed. The Australian Identity Tribunal (formerly known as “Greg’s Garage”) has launched a full-scale review using darts and a rotating wheel of cultural buzzwords. Meanwhile, local schools are rewriting their curriculum to include Freckled Dreaming and The Songlines of Shane Warne.
As identity politics continues to bend itself into a pretzel, the Rainbow Freckled Folk may just be onto something: If you can't beat the madness ... crack a tinny, start a tribe, and take the mickey.
RATTY NEWS ON THE GROUND: Interviews from the Birth of a New Nation — "The Rainbow Freckled Folk"
By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble — live from the Dusty Gulch Pub, microphone in paw
The outback air is thick with eucalyptus smoke, spilled beer, and spiritual awakening. The Dusty Gulch Pub is ground zero for what experts are calling “either a cultural revolution or the most elaborate piss-take since the great Vegemite shortage hoax of ’97.”
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