Well, it’s morning. We know the identity of the Darwin shooter, George Pell’s appeal is scheduled for today and Kevin Hart will catch your bus to shout at you. Go back to sleep.
Darwin police identify shooter, internet fires up the echo chamber.
Overnight, the streets of Darwin became internationally known by virtue of a mass shooting. This morning, the police have identified the shooter. I’m not printing his name, because he can fuck all the way off, but the salient facts are these: the 45-year-old gunman was not only known to police, but he was also on parole at the time. Further internet speculation places him as a bikie-affiliated hand in the drug trade, but the final word should go with the law, as the NT’s Police Commissioner Reece Kershaw says it is “a large and complex investigation”.
Which will certainly not do for Twitter, as Derryn Hinch questioned why it took the police so long to find him, considering that he was being monitored.
Darwin slaughter. If the alleged killer, on parole, was wearing an electronic monitoring bracelet, how come police couldn’t find him until he phoned them more than an hour after the shooting started?
— Derryn Hinch (@HumanHeadline) June 4, 2019
Which in turn lead to this exchange:
I wore one and it transmitted all the time. Even when I was 28 seconds late back from an authorised exercise hour.
— Derryn Hinch (@HumanHeadline) June 4, 2019
Clearly, will much trauma to address and fewer details to go on, the machine of internet discourse has creaked into action, with the opposition fare (mostly from American pro-gun accounts) possessing the tone of “I tHoUgHt AuStRaLiA dIdN’t HaVe GuNs”, with one asking: “…is this #fakenews? Anti-gun nut liberals always tell us #Guncontrol really works in Australia. Shouldn’t we just allow people to excercise (sic) their God-given right to self-defence? Why disarm a society making them easy victims? Why is history being ignored?”
Last evening was an awful awful thing. Our first public shooting spree in 23 years bristles. But the event is already being used as a reason to motivate subjective platforms. Don’t do that.
George Pell readies his legal team to prepare his appeal, and please Lord, no.
Speaking of easy antagonists, disgraced Cardinal George Pell is back to pitch his appeal, which begins today. Back in March, he received six years in jail, with a non-parole period of three years and eight months. So, how does it work? Well, a solitary judge considers the application. If they believe there are grounds for appeal, the matter is elevated to a hearing, (which usually happens on the same), and is then overseen by two more judges who review the key evidence.
According to The Sydney Morning Herald’s Jeremy Gans in a piece entitled ‘Why there’s a good chance George Pell will win’, there’s a decent chance that Pell could win on appeal, believing that “Pell’s strongest argument is what is elsewhere: there isn’t much more to the prosecution’s case. In many sexual abuse cases, the prosecution has evidence of suspicious statements by the accused, or accounts given repeatedly by the crime’s victim, or a pattern of similar allegations, or witnesses who saw the accused grooming the victim, or witnesses who could at least place the defendant and victim in the same room at some point. Pell’s trial had none of that. Importantly, there was one person other than the man and Pell who knew the truth of what happened at St Patrick’s in 1996: the other boy in the sacristy that day. That boy never told anyone that Pell abused him. Maybe he would have backed up the man’s story at Pell’s trial. Or maybe not. We will never know, because he died in 2014, before the man went to the police. His absence will loom large at Pell’s appeal.”
I don’t want to say ‘victim blaming’, but that sentence was spoken like a true lawyer. Whether Pell gains another court appearance is difficult to say. I do know this, though. We savoured that win, we needed it…and I’m unsure if we can attend that circus again.
Sydney’s Buses team with Kevin Hart to educate commuters on etiquette.
We treasure great combinations in the history of our existence. Ebony and ivory, vegemite and cheese, bad luck and yet more bad luck. However, we can pour them all into the nearest bin, as Kevin Hart and Sydney Buses have teamed up to improve commute behaviour on behalf of a school in La Perouse.
Hart, who made himself known through the application of being short, loud, angry and unreasonable is a fairly median description of the average Sydney bus. Perhaps he can reason with them, as he speaks their sharp haughty dialect. The more I look into this story, the less it makes sense. The PR push, made in concert with a movie Hart is promoting will be sure to make sure passengers “hold on”, “sit tight”, “give up your seat to those in need” and “respect your driver”.
Kev, I do all of these things. We all do. The bus system is still a fucking nightmare. Perhaps your churlish bit would play better in the Transport NSW boardroom, a place where they’re forced to listen. We’re all trying to keep a low profile and get home, Kevin. Just leave us be, and keep it down, yeah?