Life's like that. Unpredictable and often unjust. On September 4th, Steve Irwin died from a blow to the heart from the barb of a sting ray. Just like that. The man who evaded Cobras, scrapped with Tasmanian Devils, cuddled tiger cubs, outraced crocodiles and just plain loved and defended the wee creatures of this earth died. Hardly seems fair. I mean here's a guy who advocates environmentalism, educates the masses through television, devotes his time to the Australia Zoo and serves humanity through his passion for wildlife. In a freak accident his demise leaves a gaping hole in this universe severely handicapped of animal and natural altruists. I mean the guy cries for stranded whales, for God's sakes. How can it be fair that a man of that ilk gets prematurely taken when the dolts at Pennsylvania Avenue survive to add even greater dollars to their bank accounts and wreak havoc to every corner of the world? Can't be fair. All we can hope is their next life will be painful and humilitating. Meanwhile Stevo, dance off to your next adventure mate.
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