Parental guilt trip neglects the real offenders

 

We’ve become such a judgemental society that now the smallest thing blows up to become the biggest issue of the day. Party boy Corey is a case in point, where the reaction and subsequent publicity about a kid whos party got out of hand was way out of proprtion with the actual event.

This week’s fodder for the tabloid press, talback hacks and the swarmy bitch Anna Coren is a mother who dared put her toddler’s mishap at the hands of her pet dog as a boys-will-be-boys thing.

Alicia Cottier has become the most hated mum in Australia since, well since Corey’s mum pissed off to the Gold Coast leaving him to, if you believe the hype, destroy the entire City of Casey.

Why? Because when her two-year-old son Noah tugged at the mastiff-stafforshire cross’s ears and it lashed out and bit him on the face, she refused to have the dog destroyed saying that it as the boy’s fault and refused to have the dog taken away or put down.

Warning fatigue

We are all going to die. The question is how.

I’m not talking about our individual mortality, but as a species. If global warming (has that earned proper noun status yet?) doesn’t kill us, genetically modified food, terrorism, over-population, exotic influenza, US foreign policy and all manner of pending catastrophies will vye for the title of biggest fuck-off threat to mankind.

Which is why I am finding difficult to grasp the concerns about Melbourne’s Port Phillip Bay channel deepening project. What started as a temporary threat to the bay’s ecology is now the total destruction of the bay and all life within it; according to some of the protestors who welcomed the dredging ship Queen of the Netherlands into port.

Follow that dream, before it’s too late

The shock death of Heath Ledger attracted predictably large numbers of tributes and comments on the newspaper web sites. Among the polite, non-judgemental messages of condolence was the usual scattering of “he took drugs so he deserved to die” bullshit pieces of divine wisdom, that are sadly to be expected when this sort of tragedy occurs.

Then there were the “why would a famous person who has it all want to kill themselves?” comments, which demonstrate there really needs to be a lot more education about the hideous scourge that is depression.

Hidden amongst the comments on the Herald Sun web site was this one by Dustyn of Richmond, who I’m sure is a nice fellow if not foolishly naïve enough to think that we actually give a shit about his fantasies.

The Usual Suspects

Another Australian Open Tennis tournament, another display of foolish thuggery concerning Greek, Croatian and Serbian fans.

If Sudanese or other Muslim kids so much as fart in Melbourne there are calls for their deportation and claims they simply aren’t assimilating. Yet we allow these buffoons, many of whom have never been to the country they so love to champion through their thuggery, bring old hostilities to a sporting event under the guise of supporting players from their countries who, unlike them, have moved on from all the hatred they love to spew out - interestingly, while many happily like to “fight for their country’s honour” on Melbourne’s streets, they won’t be caught dead in their country for fear of having to do National Service. What patriots!

Bank on being shafted

Banks are holding us hostage knowing they benefit from a kind of Stockholm Syndrome approach by customers who have foolishly allowed them to justify their want to bend over and fuck their customers. A reason for this is the customer’s mistaken belief that adding to billion dollar profits benefits “mum and dad” shareholders of whom which they are or want to be.