Crikey!

Steve Irwin is dead. You know Steve Irwin - the Crocodile Hunter. I didn't hear about it until today, because the one page I went to this weekend has a news thing that is not updated on weekends. We were away at a wedding or working on our new business all weekend and I never watched any news or read anything on the web. Now, I didn't watch this guy faithfully on a daily basis or anything but I really admired his chutzpah not only in braving the creatures he did, but in fighting for conservation causes. He was one of the good guys. A bit crazy, maybe a little too interested in getting attention on television, but definitely one of the good guys. Apparently it was a wrong place-wrong time, freak accident where he was stung in the chest by a stingray. The sting hit him right in the heart - anyplace else would probably have not been fatal. This was sometime on Monday (the 4th), although some reports said Saturday. It saddens me to think that Bindi and Bob will now grow up without a father, and one who could have taught them so much. It pisses me off that there are now assholes crawling out of the woodwork saying, "Seem I told you so! TV makes people do crazy dangerous things! We must put an end to it!" All I can say to those people is, "Fuck you, assholes." Oh, and Germaine Greer, that goes double for you. Stephen Robert Irwin... February 22, 1962 - September 4, 2006 As an epitaph, I'll leave you with a comment he made a couple of years ago: "If something ever happens to me, people are gonna be like 'we knew a croc would get him!'"