A tribute far too soon to one of Satan's own
A little over 5 years ago, some thieves stole Steve Irwin's car. One can hope that technology will reutrn the vehicle to their owner, but even these days where cars are equipped with LoJak, GPS devices, OnStar and the like, everybody knew the car was gone because these things don't really work effectively. The cars can be in an Indonesian chop shop before anyone even knows it's missing. The thieves found out who the car belonged to, however, and 2 days later Steve found the car back in his driveway--complete with an anonymous note under the windshield wiper apolosing for the action and any inconvenience it may have caused him.
Such was the nature of this man and the impact/importance he carried back home. Sure, we all poked fun at him. We all openly mocked him and derided him for making us all out to seem so hokey (I don't even know how many times someone has asked me to say "Crikey", as though we actually say that). He was the butt of many a joke--more than one by Yours truly. Many considered him a sellout to the American "empire". And yes, he did make what could be one of the 10 worst movies of all time. But he was a countryman, and the respect and reverement that underlie the jokes we made about him was palpable.
But he also singlehandedly saved a city, made appreciation of animals vogue again, and did more than anyone to advance the cause of preservation nature in general, but more specifically of the one wonder of the world far superior to any of the ancient 7 there were merely called "great" in the GB Reef. If the measure of a man is in what ways he leaves his country and the world as a whole in better shape than which he found it, than surely for as small as his contributions may seem in the big picture, he will be measured and found spectacular.
So...here's to you, you crazy bastard. It's going to be one of the biggest cosmic jokes of the millenia just how it is you went, especially considering all the shit you lived through, but history will remember you fondly. Now turn back...you're at the wrong gates. My pets don't like to be poked with sticks.
Such was the nature of this man and the impact/importance he carried back home. Sure, we all poked fun at him. We all openly mocked him and derided him for making us all out to seem so hokey (I don't even know how many times someone has asked me to say "Crikey", as though we actually say that). He was the butt of many a joke--more than one by Yours truly. Many considered him a sellout to the American "empire". And yes, he did make what could be one of the 10 worst movies of all time. But he was a countryman, and the respect and reverement that underlie the jokes we made about him was palpable.
But he also singlehandedly saved a city, made appreciation of animals vogue again, and did more than anyone to advance the cause of preservation nature in general, but more specifically of the one wonder of the world far superior to any of the ancient 7 there were merely called "great" in the GB Reef. If the measure of a man is in what ways he leaves his country and the world as a whole in better shape than which he found it, than surely for as small as his contributions may seem in the big picture, he will be measured and found spectacular.
So...here's to you, you crazy bastard. It's going to be one of the biggest cosmic jokes of the millenia just how it is you went, especially considering all the shit you lived through, but history will remember you fondly. Now turn back...you're at the wrong gates. My pets don't like to be poked with sticks.