Short Spurts

First of all, did that T.J. Hickey kid have a real name? It was kind of sad the way that everybody lined up on their respective sides without waiting to hear the evidence. On one side you had the "Aboriginal kid in Redfern - he was running from the cops 'cos he done sumpin' wrong" brigade. On the other side you had the players in the local Aboriginal industry trying to make mileage out of an innocent families' tragedy.

Next, Guantanamo Bay. Either Jonas has changed his email address or, like the majority of Gold Coast residents, he wouldn't know if a dog was up him unless it started barking because he hasn't replied to my email informing him of my lack of access to his comments. Bloody men, they never call when they say they're going to.

Anyway, young Jonas had a bit of a say about G - Bay. In it he said that the Oz gubment should be doing more (i.e., something) to protect the rights of its citizens locked up there. However he also said that it shouldn't matter if they were locked up in G - Bay or some South - East Asian hellhole for drug - smuggling.

Wrong.

People in South East Asian hellholes committed (or are alleged to have committed) crimes as defined by recognised penal codes. Get caught, get fucked as far as I'm concerned. The people in G - Bay, however, have been held under no recognised law, not even in the country of their captors. I'm no lawyer, but I wouldn't mind a dollar on that being because it would be an illegal detention on the mainland. The whole exercise makes a farce of the whole "Fighting to protect freedom and Democracy" shtick.

Thirdly, what would Boganologists make of a play-list that included Barnesy, Bon Jovi, and Ram-Jam? That's right - 2WEB, the only radio station I can get. It's even got Lawsy on in the mornings. Still, at least Dale was on this morning.

By the way, how did it come to pass that some bitch doing a (really bad) cover of "When The War Is Over" got to be number one? It was only mediocre the first time around, now it's got squeaky acoustic accompaniment it's unbearable.

Finally, did you see that the Mother of my (future) children scored herself a silver medal in the 'lympics last night?

Go Brooke, I love you.

And you'll love me, too, if we ever meet.