The Bhopal Gas Tragedy: Forty-One Years On — A Legacy That Still Breathes, Bleeds, and Demands Justice

On the night of December 2–3, 1984, the city of Bhopal went to sleep under an ordinary winter sky. By dawn, it would bear witness to one of the most devastating industrial disasters in human history.

Shortly after midnight, 40 tonnes of methyl isocyanate (MIC)  -  a volatile chemical used in pesticide production – escaped from a storage tank at the Union Carbide India Limited (UCIL) plant. Heavier than air, the gas rolled downhill into the densely populated neighbourhoods surrounding the factory, settling over sleeping families like a toxic fog.

People woke up choking. Eyes burned. Throats constricted. Bodies convulsed. Entire families fled blindly into streets already thick with the dying.

The tragedy was not an accident of fate but a catastrophic chain of preventable failures. Water had entered an MIC tank during routine maintenance, triggering a runaway reaction. The plant’s critical refrigeration unit -  meant to keep the chemical stable - had been idle for months, reportedly due to cost-cutting. Safety systems were dysfunctional, alarms failed, and the understaffed night shift was unprepared for disaster.

Within hours, the streets of Bhopal became a scene of terrible suffering.

Henry J. Kaiser: The Self-Made Miracle Worker and the Legacy of Vision

This article builds on the extensive research of Happy Expat, who has compiled a lifetime of insights on Henry J. Kaiser. It has been rewritten and refocused to celebrate Kaiser the man -  his vision, ambition, and initiative. The full, unedited version can be read [here].

When Henry John Kaiser left school at 13, the world had not yet shaped him -  but he would shape the world. Born in 1882 to a modest family in New York, young Henry left classrooms behind because life demanded it. What he did is nothing short of miraculous. 

Formal education could not teach him resilience, ingenuity, or the courage to tackle impossibly large challenges.

What he lacked in books, he made up for with curiosity, determination, and hands-on learning. So who was this man? And what, exactly, did he achieve? 

The birth of Australia’s iron ore industry wasn’t just an economic milestone - it was one of those great, classic “only in Australia” stories, full of big personalities, big landscapes, and a bit of luck.

At the centre of it all were two unlikely partners: Lang Hancock, the stubborn, sharp-eyed bush prospector from Western Australia, and Henry J. Kaiser, the American industrial dynamo who could build anything from ships to cities.

Their partnership in the early 1960s helped turn a forgotten patch of red dirt into one of the world’s powerhouse mining regions.

The Quiet Hanson: Why Lee Sherrard Might Just Save One Nation (and Why She Might Not)

Everyone across the nation is bracing for the next explosion from the red-haired firecracker in the Senate. But the real story in the Hanson family isn’t Pauline right now.

It’s her daughter, the one who has spent the last twenty-five years saying “no” to politics, and who might - just might - be the only person capable of dragging One Nation out of the wilderness and into government.

Her name is Lee Sherrard (campaigning as Lee Hanson), and she is calm, corporate-polished, scandal-free, and, most importantly, a mum who still tucks her kids in most nights in Hobart.

At 41, Lee has already done what no amount of burka stunts, Sky News hits, or Ashby leaks ever could: she has made One Nation look… well, very mainstream and normal.

Dusty Gulch Gazette – Emergency Midnight Edition

November 27, 2025 – Vol. 147, No. 320

Every Citizen Cloaked. Every Creature Covered. One Duck to Blame.
By Roderick (Whiskers) McNibble – Writing From Under 4 Layers of Cotton

Dusty Gulch, 11:59 p.m. – Darkness has fallen across our once-sunburnt town, and not the poetic kind. No, this is the literal, suffocating, fabric-flapping darkness mandated by Maurice E-Duck’s “Burka Is Good Act.”

At precisely 7:03 a.m., loudspeakers crackled to life, and the E-Duck’s voice echoed across the rooftops:

“ATTENTION! ALL CREATURES MUST BE FULLY CLOAKED. UNITY THROUGH UNIFORMITY! DARKNESS IS DIGNITY!”

By 7:04 a.m., Dusty Gulch was a nightmare of stumbling silhouettes.