Tie Me Kangaroo-Skinner Down, Sport
By now everyone knows that David Hicks, wayfaring kangaroo-skinning larrikin, has been broken by the hated Crusaders in their gulag at Guantanamo. Who better to celebrate the confession of an Australian supporter of terrorism with than other Australians? Tim Blair details here how Dawood was fattened into submission. Andrew Bolt informs us the Australian Taliban’s been reduced to making jokes and a state of “reasonable spirits”. I would like to return the favor and link to Antony Loewenstein on this subject, as he so kindly gave me an opportunity to educate his readers re our great progress in the war in Iraq, but the cat seems to have got his tongue re Hicks. He’ll be home to serve his sentence soon, we’re told, and no doubt will offer years of family fun for Australia’s protesting classes. Dad Hicks says his boy figured a plea was the only way home to Australia. Well, we all have to follow our path in life. Some paths lead to America. Some lead to Australia. Some lead to al-Qaeda.
Oz FM Alexander Downer says we can look forward to the detailed confession to find out exactly what Hicks is confessing to, and notes that Australia was better to Hicks than Hicks ever was to Australia. Oz coughed up $300,000 for the defense of a guy who was on the same side as the Bali bombers.
On this side of the Pacific, Daily Kos observes that “pleading guilty is the best option when the deck is completely stacked against you.” Could be. And dying is the best option when a bomb goes off in your nightclub! What was that guy doing scoping out embassies, learning kidnapping and assassination techniques, anyway? Just curious.
Topics: Oz
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 12:17 am on Wednesday, March 28, 2007
6 Responses to “Tie Me Kangaroo-Skinner Down, Sport”
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March 28th, 2007 at 12:41 am
“pleading guilty is the best option when the deck is completely stacked against you.”
Especially when you’ve done the stacking yourself.
March 28th, 2007 at 1:42 am
Say, my main man, couldn’t we just let him go traveling in a fried out combie? You know, on a hippie trail? It would be even funnier if we set him off with a head full of zombie.
I’m just sayiiin’.
March 28th, 2007 at 9:46 am
He could meet a strange lady, she’d make him nervous. She’d take him in and feed him breakfast (of arsenic).
March 28th, 2007 at 10:08 am
Ten to one he’ll be dead of alcoholism within ten years. After the loony left have squeezed as much publicity as they can out of his fifteen minutes of martyrdom, and everybody forgets David Dawood Mahmoud Hicks ever existed.
March 28th, 2007 at 10:08 am
(while I whipe coffee off of my monitor)
So what are you sayin’ Cav..
He came from the land down under? Where woman glow and men plunder?
He can probably hear the thunder so should run and take cover…
March 28th, 2007 at 1:31 pm
Heh, did you see this t-shirt design at Tim Blair’s haunt?