I know it’s a belated sentiment, but my heart goes out to the victims and their families of the Victorian bushfires.
Several of my family members have served in the NSW Rural Fire Service, most notably my Uncle Bill, who lost his life – along with all four others in his crew – fighting a fire at Waterfall (South of Sydney) in 1980. Like the Victorian bushfires, the fire at Waterfall was so swift, it overtook their truck as it was retreating down the Uloola Track. Bill’s death devastated our family.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you probably know that donations can be made through the Red Cross website. I’d urge you to give something, even if it’s just a couple of dollars.
Some of the media coverage of the fires – particularly the inane questioning of people’s emotions while their grief is still fresh and raw – is cringeworthy and downright disgusting. Journalism is reaching all new lows. Mind you, the firey in this clip should be named the next Australian of the Year, simply for being such a larrikin dickhead.
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