Monday, September 04, 2006
This entry is dedicated to Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and conservationist known as the "Crocodile Hunter".
He has never been a personal favorite, neither will he ever be for that matter, seeing that he's no longer around. Come to think of it, I used to curse at his shows. "Oh right. And I'm sure we'd like to watch crocodiles rip flesh off bones than to see the Powerpuff Girls trash Mojo Jojo's ass."
Nonetheless, he still deserves this. The tribute I mean, not dying. And if I had it my way, he would have been the recipient of a Nobel Prize. But alas! I don't.
Though somehow, the situation's quite ironic really. He was like a great conservationist that had close encounters with various
monsters life-endangering animals and could have died getting chewed to bits by gigantic crocodiles.
But no. He died in an accident. Got stung by a stingray he did. How unfortunate.(Not meant to be sarcastic.) It did perforate his heart though, so I suppose he wouldn't have made it any longer than he already did.
Now, I will use this situation to illustrate the irony -
During World War II, there was a brave, patriotic, young man. He fought valiantly for his country. He survived through it all, sharpnels, bombs, guns, tanks and the whole shebang. The war ended. He lived.
In celebration for their country's victory, he held a feast and invited all the soldiers he had come to know so well. So, he was running to and fro, entertaining the guests when Death descended upon him...
He tripped. Rolled down the stairs he did. Didn't survive. He lived through the war-machines that sought his life and so many other's but not THE STAIRS. Yes, THE STAIRS.
Simply ironic really.
Nonetheless, we should all now bow our heads in silence for a minute in honour of our beloved departed, Sterve Irwin. Also, in commemoration of his passing, put a turtle in your MSN nicknames. [Use (TU). In case you didn't know.]
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