Monday it was Sydney; yesterday it was Peshawar, and tomorrow, is could be anyone or anywhere else. Pessimism doesn't do anyone any favours when it comes to perception of the future, but in this case, I feel as if it's not entirely pessimistic as it's the truth, it's unfortunately the world we now live in. Is there anywhere that's actually safe from the relentless grip of terror?
Monis, like Tamerlan Tsarnaev before him--who attacked in Boston with his homemade bombs--were both asylum seekers legitimately granted asylum from parts of the world where torture, war, killing and mistreatment are commonplace. Each over a period of years of unsuccesfully integrating into their new country fell prey to the lure of terrorist ideologies and there are likely others like them.
It's the media that makes the fuss, not the Royals themselves. So I hope the world will give them a break. They're not lauding it over anybody, nor would you ever hear a Cambridge say, as some celebrities have been known to, "Do you know who I am?" And if their loveliness is due to being "boring", really? Then give me some more "boring" to counter our high-drama, high-octane lives.
The #illridewithyou campaign in a shining example of everything that's fantastic about Australia - even if as a Kiwi I have to say it through gritted teeth. Like the American cousins, they've got a lot of big, empty spaces, what is politely known as a 'frontier mentality' and a tendency to come across as a bit rough round the edges.
Phillip Hughes' death is a tragedy on so many levels, not least the cutting down of a talent on the cusp of truly flourishing. But more, it's times like this that remind those of us with a tendency to get caught up in its ebbs and flows that sport is simply a game, no more no less, played by human beings of infinitely worth more than whatever scores they muster.