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Reading threads like this is a bit of a guilty pleasure...
So much outrage, so much oxygen... It's a journalist's job to fill column inches. In the morning, in the mirror, when the alcohol wears off, I guess the phrase they use to justify an otherwise meaningless existence is "generating debate". So much blether, so many inflamed egos. How much easier than shearing sheep back on daddy's farm, if somehow strangely similar.
I imagine I could do much the same by writing an article about, say, AFL football. And somewhere in the aether, on a sports website populated by people I care nothing for, whose opinion I care nothing about, I'd be derided in much the same way.
My boss would be happy. The advertisers would be happy. Rupert Murdoch would be happy... Vodka in the bottom drawer. Coke in the bathroom at lunchtime. Only 500 words to go.
"Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." Except in the newspapers...
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