If the truth were known, the disappearance of Azaria Chamberlain …

Comment on It’s official, the dingo did take and kill Azaria Chamberlain: Coroner by John Bell.

If the truth were known, the disappearance of Azaria Chamberlain in August 1981 and the howls of indignation and outrage over Lindy’s claim that a dingo took her baby marked the official arrival of Political Correctness in the Land Down Under. Or at least in the Red Desert.
The culture of victimhood in the feral outback world had arrived. Dingo as victim, enshrined in public opinion by conservationists, animal lovers, inner city urban Green latte sippers and those generally with an axe to grind against the Chamberlains for whatever reasons.
The media hysteria that made this our most infamous murder case also sent Lindy to prison in a flood of righteous condemnation that is a characteristic of the PC Brigade.
The date of Azaria’s disappearance should be declared National PC Day.
Fortunately, the PC Brigade did not get around to erecting a statue to their Victim Hero Dingo.
It saves them the angst of now protecting it from the anti-PC Brigade’s graffiti and calls to tear it down.
The Myth of Dingo As Victim, yet another casualty of the Culture Wars.

Recent Comments by John Bell

Town Council riven by conflict, lack of leadership
@I’m here for Funzies. If Funzies is correct, and it is a case of independent no-party councillors uniting against “the CLP crowd”, then this represents an ironic twist in Australia’s political landscape since Federation, albeit at the lowest local council level of government.
At Federation in 1901, the Parliament had only one party – the Labour party. The other members were independents simply repesenting their constituencies of the little people, people in remote communities, small businesses et al.
Realising that Labour would always retain power in this situation, the independents got together, gradually morphing into the Liberal Party under Menzies, then the CLP.
Labour was Americanised in 1913 when its leader King O’Malley – a Yank – changed the spelling to the American way, dropping the ‘u’.
It has stayed that way, despite Labor’s history of animosity to the US post-WW2.
One hundred years on and now in Alice there are apparently now no Laborites on council, just a bunch of no name Independents coming together against the CLP monolith.
Who needs Hollywood or Bollywood when we have our very own political melodramatic entertainment with its amusing and bemusing twists and turns, playing out right before our very eyes. We have it all.


Town Council riven by conflict, lack of leadership
Can’t wait for Prime Minister Shorten and his union frontbencher backbencher entourage to hit town after the next Federal election.
If this circus is any indication, the Council Labor lads and girls will probably declare a public holiday and bedeck Todd Street with a carpet of red roses.
However, for all of their silly shenanigans, Alice Councillors are Sunday School picnickers compared with the fruitcakes that infest my next door Darebin Council down here in Melbourne Town.
As an old Feddy, I ask fellow Feddy Mayor Damo – is the aggro of the Perpetually Outraged worth it these days?


Coniston Massacre remembered
If anyone can be trusted to write an open, objective and sympathetic historical comment on the Conniston massacre, it is Dick Kimber.
I take my hat off to this man.
I have had the great honour to know Dick as a friend for 48 years. As many of us have.
If Dick did not invent the word “integrity”, he has certainly lived the word every hour of every single day that I have known this great lad in the Alice.
And Dick actually DID kick 10 goals 4 for Melanka against Pioneers, that unforgettable day in footy history! I was lucky enough to be there. A witness to a Legend.


Beer and the tax man’s triple tipple
Bob: Down here in many parts of Melbourne, it is an every day or night occurrence to be approached on the streets by individuals or groups of every ethnic background with this direct question: “Hey bro, mate, got a smoke?”
Red Alert!
Before you respond, it is very wise to have a quick look behind you, then look where their hands are and prepare to do a runner.
The wrong answer,the wrong look and you are in danger of a flogging, or worse.
It is one of the more common preludes to physical assault, grievous bodily harm, mugging.
Ciggies are more and more deadly, at least down here in the (ahem) Big Smoke.


Prof Gerritsen: We got it wrong from the start
Was enjoying the Prof’s views on traditional Aboriginal society erosion but raised an eyebrow when he said that Slim introduced romantic love.
One of the most beautiful romantic love stories I ever heard out bush was the ancient Dreamtime story of the kookaburra legend.
A young tribal man married his young bride and soon afterwards went on an extended hunting party trip.
While he was away, his young bride died of natural causes unexpectedly.
He grieved uncontrollably for his loss for many months.
One night in a dream she came to him and told him to stop grieving; she was at peace; he should get on with his life. Next morning he woke up still grieving.
The next night she came again, telling him again. Once more he woke up next morning and still grieved.
On the third night she came again and said “Ok sport. Enuff is enuff. In the morning when you wake up I will send you a sign. To be happy and get on with your life. I am at peace.”
Next morning the young lad opened one eye and saw this strange little bird a metre away on the ground looking at him.
As he watched, the little bird rose in the air, circled him a few times, watching him and flew off, with a happy laughing sound drifting back on the desert morning air.
He got the message, stopped grieving and lived a happy life thereafter.
The kookaburra romantic story, an Aboriginal romantic story, around in the Dreamtime a few zillion years before Slim, God love him, came on the scene.
How lovely is that, I ask!


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