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The war reports we hear on the news often focus on statistics: casualties, destruction, and key figures lost. But the true cost of conflict lies in the long-term human suffering. For those living through war, the trauma endures long after the fighting stops.
For decades, Australian political satire has taken aim at the powerful with wit and irreverence, forging a distinct comedic tradition that holds up a mirror to society, revealing truths in the face of national absurdities. Now after 25 years, the iconic Wharf Revue takes its final bow, closing a celebrated chapter in the story of Australian satire.
The story of Race Mathews’ career will be an antidote to despair about politics and politicians. It underlines the possibilities of politics, showing how it can be more than a job or a career. It can be a calling to imagine a more just society and ways of building it.
Beyond economic and national security agendas, Trump’s appeal, more visceral than policy-driven, hinges on tapping into a collective disillusionment — one that sees progressive ideology as veering into an unforgiving orthodoxy.
The traditions of All Saints Day and All Souls Day invite a rare reflection on death — a topic largely sidelined in contemporary Australia. Amid global events and various cultural spectacles, these days offer a quiet reminder to consider how we honour the dead and what that reveals about our values.
In 1968, Peter Norman won Olympic silver, but his lasting legacy was a stance for justice on the podium alongside Tommie Smith and John Carlos, where he wore an Olympic Project for Human Rights badge in solidarity. Yet his quiet protest led to lifelong exclusion at home, recognition arriving only posthumously.
The death of Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar, architect of the October 7 attacks on Israel, has been hailed by Israeli and U.S. leaders as a significant victory and a turning point in the Gaza conflict. But as strikes continue, history suggests such assassinations often fuel further conflict, not lasting peace.
Set in the aftermath of World War II, Nuremberg has psychiatrist Dr Douglas Kelley seeking to unravel the psychological roots of evil by studying Nazi officials on trial at Nuremberg. His chilling findings led to unsettling conclusions about human nature, culminating in a tragic personal end that mirrored the darkness he encountered.
If only those who send their nation’s youth to war would read Muse of Fire, World War I as seen Through the Lives of the Soldier Poets. It is both homage and horror story. It carries the reader across several fronts – the disparate journeys that led these men to the killing fields of Europe, the blood-soaked chrysalis from which the words of the war poets arose.
Two years ago to the month, I wrote in this column of my despair and disgust of the impunity with which society leaders and politicians didn’t just shade the truth, but buried it six-feet deep and then gleefully stomped on it. In the past week, a couple of things reminded me of that piece and about the role truth plays in our public discourse. It reminded me how fragile our grasp on reality has become, and why that matters.
By the time the last American bombs had fallen in 1973, Laos had attained the dubious title as the most heavily bombed country in the world per capita. An estimated 270 million bombs were dropped on this small country, 80 million of which remain unexploded.
After decades of cinematic highs and notorious flops, Francis Ford Coppola self-financed this grand spectacle — his boldest gamble yet. But in a film landscape that favors safe bets, can Megalopolis rise to the occasion, or will it be a final, glorious folly from one of cinema’s greats?
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