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Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.

Let us not forget the forgotten victims of the torrents of rain Hobart has seen for the past four months: the worms . I photographed this worm holocaust in a Battery Point park. Yes, it is the broken bodies of millions thousands hundreds dozens tens of worms drowned in a ditch. It was a difficult image to capture through the tears.

Dictators ride to and fro on tigers from which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.

Here is Ezra. He's a bit sad after I told him some very distressing news. In the hoopla of Michael Jackson's demise, it would be a great tragedy if the passing of Mrs Slocombe went by without mention. All of our thoughts and prayers are, of course, with Mrs Slocombe's pussy in this difficult time.