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It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world, and moral courage so rare.


There's this little thing that happens this time of year and gets far more coverage than it deserves - and consequently annoys me - the Sydney to Hobart yacht race.

Referred to incessantly as the Bluewater Classic in the Australian media, the Sydney to Hobart is little more than the mega-rich (come on, the naming sponsors are Rolex ferChristsake) in their expensive toys playing soldiers pirates for the weekend and then have the nerve to carp on about how dangerous it all is. If it's so dangerous that you need to go on and on (and on and on and on) about it, don't do it! If not, then shut the hell up about it.

For two bloody weeks, all we get is a bunch of private school-educated prats bathing in the glory of you stupidity bravery while the spend the week after they arrive getting drunk, pissing and vomiting in the streets and harassing the local ladies with their tales of valour, and I for one don't like it!
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kylie said…
dont hold back, kris....
28 December 2009 at 10:09
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Kris said,"It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world, and moral courage so rare."
Hi! Kris,
No truer words were ever spoken...
...I must admit that the Sydney to Hobart yacht race do sound quite...silly.

Even though the people who participate may not think so!

Kris, here wishing you and your family a safe, pleasant and Happy New Year!
DeeDee ;-D
28 December 2009 at 14:17
Roddy said…
Not all private school wankers as I know a couple of half wits that go in it regularly. The classic is that when all hell breaks loose they expect a million dollars worth of help to pull them out of the muck. still it helps the world go round.
28 December 2009 at 15:13
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, I rarely do!
31 December 2009 at 09:37
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, damn fools!
31 December 2009 at 09:38
Roddy said…
Kris. It is Christmas. Bah humbug. Ok.
31 December 2009 at 20:14
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